#but also makes him a good lab rat in some ways
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Banner by me. Dividers by @saradika
Summary: When Coriolanus signs you out of the hospital to bring you to his Corso penthouse, you see a glimpse of his dark side. Will that glimpse make you run away from him or to him?
Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings: Coriolanus Snow is his own warning! Possessive!Coriolanus, Obsessive!Coriolanus, DelusionalCoriolanus, Dark!Coriolanus, Soft Dark!Coriolanus?, Head Gamemaker!Coriolanus, Mentions of death, Mentions of planning murder, Mentions of cheating/infidelity (not on reader), Mentions of poison, Large age gap/difference (Coriolanus is 33 while reader is 18), Manipulation, Groping, Slapping, um...trying to think of anything else.
Here's the 2nd part of Forever & Ever, My Darling Rose. I gave the Reader a last name, Halvir, in this just to make some scenarios etc a bit easier to write. But the Readers first name is up to you lovely and wonderful readers to come up with.
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Chapter 2:
Coriolanus marched towards the nurses’ station with a haughty airs to him. He gave off an entitled, but dangerous aurora that had the nurses shaking in their white nursing hats. He'd threatened to kill every single one of their loved ones (friends, family, pets, estranged family, etc) if something happened to you and the nurses were terrified that he'd make good on that promise. Considering you went out of your mind with a nightmare and cornered yourself into your room, resulting in him being called there to calm you down, the nurses were fearful.
The nurses quickly grabbed their charts and scurried off, excuses that they had to check on patients echoed into the air, as the head gamemaker got closer to the front desk. Patients that are most likely asleep since it was nearly 3 in the morning. Yes, the nurses left their charge nurse behind to deal with the wrath of Coriolanus Snow. The nurse assigned to you was the first to bolt.
“I'm signing Y/N Halvir out since your staff is too incompetent to properly care for a victor.” Coriolanus firminly told the charge nurse as he came to a stop right at the desk she was sitting behind, all by herself since the staff abandoned her to face a fate worse than death alone.
The charge nurse refused to meet Coriolanus’ eye while tentatively informing him, “Head Gamemaker Snow, sir, it's ill advised to sign her out. She hasn't been checked by a doctor and she seems to be dealing with some post traumatic stress.”
Wrong Answer. Coriolanus was outraged that some old nurse had the gall to tell him that he couldn't do what he felt best for his, HIS, darling rose. What did that old hag know? If it wasn't for her calling him, you would've hyperventilated and passed out from sheer fear in the corner of your room.
A private room that he was footing the bill for, by the way.
Well, looks like he'll just have to make the charge nurse’s loved ones disappear for her lack of skills tending to you. He'll also find out who was your assigned nurse, make that useless twit disappear along with her loved ones. Well, the Citadel could always use some more lab rats to conduct mutt experiments on.
“It may be ill advised, but I assure you that I am signing Y/N Halvir out of this hospital and taking her with me, where she'll be properly cared for.” He calmly told the nurse as his cold blue eyes cut her down. Leaning down over the desk, causing him to be face to face with the old nurse, Coriolanus hissed, “Your insubordination has won your son, a doctor, and his family a transfer to District 6. Seems like the hospitals there are in need of more doctors due to the rise in morphling addiction amongst the district citizens. It's such a shame that both of your grandchildren, a boy and a girl, will now be eligible for the Hunger Games as District 6 citizens.”
The charge nurse shook with fear as she pleaded, “Please, Head Gamemaker Snow, don't do that. Please, don't be so harsh.” Quickly, she worked on her computer while adding in, “I'm printing out the discharge paperwork now, just don't send my family away to District 6.”
Coriolanus just stood up straight, his full height of 6’0 towering over the charge nurse as she sat at the desk, typing and clicking away at the computer. He didn't say a word to her, just stared her down with cold, dead, blue eyes.
The charge nurse swallowed down a sick feeling that was welling up while rising from her seat to scurry over to the printer. She silently prayed to the printer, which was growling louder than a feral animal, to hurry up and spit out the paperwork for your discharge.
Coriolanus grew bored waiting for the necessary paperwork for your release. So bored that he was tapping his shiny black shoes against the linoleum floor.
Click, click, click. Click, click, click. Click, click, click. Click, click, click. Click, click-
“Here’s that paperwork for you to sign.” The charge nurse told Coriolanus while hurrying over to him. Quickly she placed the paperwork on the desk before grabbing a pen from the cup on top of the desk. “And here's a pen, sir.” She practically threw the pen at him.
“Thank you, but your family's still headed to 6.” He simply said while signing and initialing the stack of paperwork he was given. It seemed a bit of an overkill in his opinion.
The nurse turned as white as a sheet upon hearing Coriolanus’ words, but she didn't dare try to fight him on it. Her family's fate was sealed by the sadistic head gamemaker, a man whose temperament was worse than his father, the late General Crassus Snow.
Once Coriolanus was finished with your paperwork, he left the front desk without so much as a thank you or a goodnight to the nurse, and returned to your room. You were sitting on the bed watching some late night rerun on Capitol tv whenever he entered your room. Looking between you and the tv, he chuckled, “You like the god awful cooking show where the chef curses out his potential staff?”
“We only get 3 channels on our tv back home in District 12 and this is one of the channels.” You explained to him while he made his way further into the room. Truthfully, you were lucky to even have a tv since you lived in the Seam. Your brother Rein and his girlfriend, Ashlie, had scrimped and saved for years to be able to buy the thing. It was small and second hand; only picked up 3 channels. The Capitol News, Capitol Movie Classics, and Capitol Channel 3. You wished there were more channels, but you were grateful for the ones you had. Most people in the Seam didn't even have that. You know that your neighbor, Corbin, and his Auntie (a mining widow) didn't even have a tv.
As Coriolanus placed your paperwork down on your side table, you stared right at the tv (as the top chef called one of his potential staff a stupid fucking donkey for burning a risotto) and honestly revealed, “Plus watching all of these chefs get cursed out and treated horribly by their potential boss reminds me that somebody out there has it worse than me. Even though I live in the Seam with my coal miner brother and his girlfriend, who's a local barmaid at the hob, nobody's ever treated me as horribly and rudely as that award winning chef treats the people competing on his show for a job in his restaurant.”
“Hmmm…” Coriolanus hummed. Standing by your side, he tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear while asking, “And what of your mother?”
“I haven't seen her since she ran off when I was 5 and Rein was 15.” You flatly remarked.
“I see.” The platinum blonde man nodded. He felt rage boil in his cold, icy veins. How could somebody leave you as a child? You were so perfect, so innocent. You didn't deserve to be willingly abandoned by your mother. Oh, if he ever got a hold of that useless bitch she was dead. He'd make sure that she died a torturous death too.
“You signed me out AMA?” You asked, glancing over the form that was on your side table
“Yes, I signed you out against medical advice because the staff here is doing you, my darling rose, more harm then good. They're too incompetent to care for my Victor and you, Y/N, deserve nothing but the best care.” Moving to the wardrobe in the corner of the room, he told you, “I had your reaping dress cleaned and brought here for you when you were admitted. I thought you'd feel more comfortable in that than your uniform from the arena.”
“Thank you, Head Gam-Coriolanus. I appreciate it.” You thanked him, a bit nervous about what name to call him. In the end you decided to just call him Coriolanus, but it still felt heavy and wrong on your tongue.
“Please, just call me Coryo.” He countered while crossing the room with your simple cotton floral dress in hand. “Now let's get you out of your hospital gown and into your pretty dress so we can go home.” He suggested while coming to a stop right at your bedside.
Instead of standing and stripping naked like Coriolanus thought you'd do, you arched a brow at him instead only to ask, “Home? But I thought you were taking me to a penthouse here in the Capitol?”
“I am taking you to the Corso penthouse which is now your new home, my darling rose.” He slowly explained to you, as if you were a small child, while placing your dress down on the bed. Shaking his head, he grabbed your upper arm and pulled you to stand up.
“What the hell are you doing, Coriolanus?!” You shrieked, pulling away from him as he started to untie your hospital gown.
Grabbing you roughly by the upper arms and turning you to look at him, he stared down at you with cold, icy eyes. “I'm tired and want to go home and get some sleep. You will be a good girl and let me help you change.”
You tried to break his hold while assuring him, “I can get changed myself. You can go wait in the hall, Coriolanus.”
“No, my darling rose, you can't. Now, be a good girl and let me help you so we can get out of here.” He told you in a tone that was sickeningly sweet.
“Corio-” You began to protest, only for him to slap you across the face.
Tears welled up in your eyes as your hand automatically flew up to cradle your stinging cheek.
“I told you to be a good girl and let me help you, Y/N.” He sighed.
“You hit me…” You trailed off in shock as tears spilled down your cheeks.
“Oh, my darling rose, I didn't mean to hurt you.” The pretty platinum blonde man cooed while prying your hand away from the cheek that he’d struck in his frustrated anger. His blue eyes raked over your cheek, which was raw and red from the slap. Seeing your tears rolling hotly down your cheeks turned him on, as horrible as that sounded. Brushing his knuckles along your puffy cheekbone, that would surely bruise within an hour or so, he softly said, “I don't like brats and backtalk, Y/N. If only you were a good girl then I wouldn't have slapped you.”
His words left your mind going a mile a minute. So, wait, it was your fault he slapped you? All because you didn't want his help changing? That didn't make sense. Should it make sense?
You were drawn out of your mental musings whenever you felt Coriolanus’ tongue lap up the tears along your cheek. Your breath hitched at the action. Your felt a tightness in your chest and a fluttering in your lower belly as he tilted your face to lick the tears of your untouched cheek.
As his tongue traced your cheekbone, lapping up the salty tear stains on your skin, you felt a tingle in your core. Oh no. You can't have this reaction to him. It's wrong; he’s a married man and older than you. Hell, he's even older than your older brother.
Even though you knew being turned on by him was wrong, it didn't stop you from rubbing your thighs together.
When he pulled away from you, he gave you a lined smile and suggested, “Now that we have an understanding, let's get you in your pretty dress so we can go home.”
Your head was fuzzy with want and you had a slight ache in between your legs, so you were in no shape to protest or fight back. “Okay.” Your breath was shaky as you nodded. “Okay.”
“Seems like I have quite the effect on you, my darling rose.” Coriolanus smirked as his nose ran along your jawline. Your heartbeat was beating quickly, perhaps too quickly, while you felt heat pool in between your legs. Oh god, you've never felt like this before (yea, you've been turned on before, but not to the point where you felt uncomfortable and wanted to rip your hair out) and it both startled and excited you.
He licked the shell of your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine. “I must confess, Y/N, that you also have quite the effect on me.” He whispered into your ear before pulling away and leaving you to stare up at him with shock all over your face. “Don't look so shocked, my darling. You’re very beautiful and you're resilient; a victor.”
Turning you around, he gently untied your hospital gown as if he was untying the bows to his favorite piece of lingerie. When he was done, he spun you around, nearly knocking you off balance and slid the gown off your shoulders. Your eyes darted to the floor as your breasts were exposed to him. You felt so small under his gaze and towering form as he slid the gown the rest of the way off you.
“You have such nice tits.” Coriolanus smiled in awe, lust shining in his eyes, as he began to palm your nice tits.
“Coriolanus-” You started, only for him to cut you off with the request of, “Coryo, call me Coryo.”, as he began to run his thumbs over your nipples while cupping your tits in his large, calloused hands.
“Coryo, we can't do this here. We're in my hospital room.” You told him despite his actions causing you to get even wetter then you already were between your legs.
“It's a private room, my darling rose. I paid enough for it, so I don't see the harm in us getting my money's worth.”
What the hell did he mean by that? Did he seriously want to mess around in your hospital room? Oh no. No, no, no. No. You're drawing that line at that.
Your hands wrapped around his wrist as you told him, “I just want to get out of here, Coryo. You promised to take me home, remember?”
You prayed that your words knocked some sense into him because you didn't want your first time doing sexual things to be in a hospital room, where a nurse could walk in at any time, with him (he was a married man for God's sakes!).
His demeanor deflated and he sighed, “Yes, my darling rose, I did promise you that didn't I?”, while pulling away from you. He grabbed your dress from the bed and motioned for you to lift up your hands.
“What about my underwear?” You asked, feeling a bit exposed as Coryo looked you up and down with a hungry glint in his eye. It was as if he was a starving man and you were a juicy steak ready to eat.
“You don't need them, darling. Once we get to our penthouse you'll be changing into a shirt to sleep in anyways.” He explained while motioning, once again, for you to lift your arms. This time you obeyed him and he pulled your best floral dress over your head. He smoothed it out, only to press a kiss to your forehead and smile. “You're all ready to go, my Victor.”
The car ride to the luxury penthouse seemed to take ages. You were alone with Coriolanus since he was driving and it made you feel a bit uncomfortable. After what happened in your hospital room (him stripping you and groping your boobs) you didn't think it was a good idea to be alone with him. He was married and you didn't want to lose your innocence, all of your firsts, your virginity to a man that would never be yours no matter the chemistry or effect you had on each other.
You were staring aimlessly out the window when Coryo startled you by placing a hand on your thigh. You didn't say a word, just sighed uncomfortably.
Looking over at you with a worried expression, Coriolanus asked, “What's wrong, Y/N? You seem troubled.”
Pulling your eyes off the window, you snapped your head to look at the platinum blonde in the driver's seat and honestly told him how you felt. “You shouldn't be resting your hand on my thigh, Coryo. You’re married.”
The gold ring on his finger mocked him as it shines against the red and cream floral fabric of your dress. He never had anyone turn him down because of that thin gold band he was branded with by saying ‘I do’ to Livia Cardew, well that is until now. Coriolanus knew that you were young and innocent from District 12 so the thought of being a mistress would horrify you. He knew that he had to ease your worries, so he simply told you, “Don't worry about my wife, darling. I’m taking care of everything; she won't be my wife much longer.”
“I wasn't aware ya’ll were having marriage problems. The Capitol gossip rags make it seem like the marriage is a happy one.”
“Things aren't always as they seem here in the Capitol, my darling rose.” He told you before correcting your grammar with a stern, “And it's I wasn't aware that you were having marital problems.” Patting you on the thigh as he switched lanes, he explained, “You're not in District 12 anymore and since you'll be staying here in the Capitol for a while it's best that you learn how to speak properly; like a Capitol citizen.”
You didn't say a word, just numbly nodded. You never thought that staying in the Capitol while Victor’s Village and your house was constructed meant changing how you talked. You never thought you talked strange, well until now. “Do I sound weird when I talk, Coryo?” You asked, staring at the side of his face as he drove.
“No.” He shook his head. “We just need to work on some small grammar errors here and there, but no, darling, you sound just fine when you talk.”
“Oh…” You trailed off, turning your attention back to looking out your window.
He gave your thigh a gentle squeeze, “You're a rose that just needs some extra pruning and tender care, but fortunately for you I'm an excellent gardener that favors white roses.” His thumb grazed your thigh as he explained, “White roses are the perfect symbol of purity and perfection.” As he pulled up to a large building, his baritone heavily hung in the air with the meaningful words of, “Unblemished; untouched, just like you, my darling rose.”
But how long would you be Unblemished and untouched? Would he take your innocence as soon as you entered the penthouse or would he wait until he was free from his wife? The bigger question was did you even want him to take your innocence? To give you all of your first experiences with a man? Now that was the million dollar question you didn't have an answer for. Or maybe you did, but didn't want to acknowledge it.
AN: Did anyone catch the tv show easter egg I threw in there?
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A Very Long qRoier Theory
Okay so here's what I actually think, and TRUST THE PROCESS OKAY:
I think that Roier really was kidnapped by the Federation, but I don't think that he was taken because he was looking for Cellbit strictly because the Feds themselves are actually more or less actively searching for the missing islanders and hoping for their return so they can continue the murder investigation. Despite the terrible things going on, the Feds legitimately want all their islanders/lab rats back on the island so they can continue with whatever experiment they're holding. Every time Cucurucho has held a meeting recently, it's asked about the status of the missing islanders, so it really wouldn't make sense for it or the Feds as a whole to punish their one single lead in the case when every actual Federation agent assigned to the case has either come up with nothing or disappeared entirely.
Nah, I think Roier was taken because he was vulnerable and because the Feds figured nobody would've missed him. They know that he isn't really super close with anybody on the island but Cellbit, and they know that he's been actively pushing people away for a while now- basically since Bobby's death, and moreso since his return from Purgatory.
Looking at the QSMP channel's streams, particularly Elena's, we know that the Feds seem to be a pharmaceutical company. They, simply speaking, make drugs. Look at the "happy pills" that Elena helped create, this is what the Feds do.
Roier mentioned that he was drugged. He never said that they stopped drugging him. I think he's still being drugged and that he isn't a rat- not a literal one, anyway.
I think that Roier is still under the effects of the drugs he's being given because he is currently a test subject. He's a lab rat.... at the moment, anyway.
More on that later.
Do I have any evidence for this? Not really, but also some things just didn't add up cinematically. Like, okay, go back and watch everything from after when Roier 'wakes up' in the dungeon:
Everything's got this weird otherworldly fuzziness and glow to it. It's almost dreamlike in a way. Only the focus of the world is, well, in focus. The rest is blurred like a bad 3D movie:
There are all these weird cuts and jumps, too, like 11:16 when we suddenly cut to black for a few moments as Roier goes down the hallway, or 12:13 when we smash cut to the rat and 12:16 when we cut to Cucurucho. It's super sudden and jarring and it sets up a real nice feeling of unease (shoutout to ccRoier, this is SPECTACULAR)
And the music, okay, the background music is exactly the kind of shit you'd hear in a 'Dreamcore Music Video' on YouTube. It's super Backrooms, super weird esoteric vibes, and that's very on purpose.
None of this is real, and "Doied" is the final proof because like. He isn't real lol, if he's real then so is Roger, and the only times either of them front are when Roier's goofing around or when he's extremely homicidal (we saw Roger pretty recently, actually, back in October when he said that Cellbit killing everyone might be a good thing, actually.) Doied isn't like Abueloier or Melissa, he's one of Roier's 'alters', and he's a bit of a freak lol
I think about everyone can agree that this whole 'Ratoier' thing is a hallucination, but then we have to think, huh, what the hell does any of this mean?
First, we gotta follow the whole 'Roier is Currently Super Drugged' thing, because he is. He literally is. If he's not, well, laugh at me when the next tape comes out.
Roier is drugged by the Feds right now probably to test a new drug, possibly a drug meant to- just like the Happy Pills- make people happy again. In this case, however, I think that the pills may actually have something to do with memories, particularly the same memory retrieval stuff the Resistance did to Bagi. Because, well.
I want to go back to the rat, and I want to go back to Doied, because this stream actually implied a LOT about qRoier's character.
The thing about Doied is that he's the manifestation of Roier's "Um, actually!" Nerd Emoji self. He's a nerd. He's a loser with glasses and a nasty attitude.
Doied, in the dream, is a scientist. Doied, in the dream, performed horrible, inhumane experiments for the Federation. He put Roier's brain into a rat's, a lab rat's.
Once a long, long time ago in August, Roier quietly came to the realization that maybe he has a past history with the Federation and that's why Osito Bimbo has always been so weird about him- it basically had a crush on him for the first week or so of the island, and it still seems to, and he is still the only one outside of Foolish the Federation Employee to be addressed directly by his train ticket number: 0037. He brought up the possibility of being a Federation worker in the past to Cellbit, who brushed it off and said that he wouldn't care because he's a worker, too, technically, but what if it isn't a possibility?
We've always wondered how Federation workers end up the way they do. Why are they all the exact same type of bear? Why does only Cucurucho get to have a face and a voice? Why do they all have human minds and emotions? Why are they all dedicated to the Federation?
Easy. Because maybe they were people before, just like how Bagi and several other islanders think they are. But maybe someone put their brains inside of an animal's body- or, at least, inside of a worker's body, God only knows if they were actual polar bears at some point. Somebody had to help come up with that technology, and maybe it's the guy who managed to build an entire computer and radio-satellite setup over the span of about a week in his goddamn backyard without anybody knowing about it.
Roier has always had some weird connection with the Federation. He's the only civilian islander to ever be addressed by his ticket number, and later we find out that Foolish's ticket number- 0039- is his Federation Employee ID Number- W0039. He was Osito Bimbo's favorite for the first week on the island to the point of Osito just giving him whatever he wanted. He and Jaiden were paired up for the Egg Event (something that was intentional, btw, admin confirmed), and it's later revealed that Jaiden has a past with the Federation regarding the SMILE Units (aka Osito Bimbo and Cucurucho and the new guys.) The "Gods" (aka the admins) will happily follow him around and revive him when he's alone and strike him with lightning when asked and give him dirt and whatever. He managed to get someone onto the island from off of the island, Abueloier, and Abueloier was saved from the brink of death by the Federation in the Federation's hospital. His literal pet dog is a Federation employee. He got to name Jorgito the IV Drip.
Doied put someone's brain into the body of a rat, and Doied is Roier's nerd self.
I think that Roier may, in fact, have a past history with the Federation, and that it isn't because his grandfather worked/works for them. Maybe Roier did, just like he suspected months ago, and maybe he did some really bad things. But they were excused at the time because the people being converted into workers were bad people who made mistakes. Roier made the mistake of breaking the rules trying to connect with Cellbit, and so he got turned into a rat. There's been a functional prison on the island for long enough for it to be partially abandoned (see: Tazercraft Prison Stream.) Walter Bob was held there, possibly because he was part of the Resistance, or possibly because he wasn't done cooking yet.
Roier has always been a man of justice. When people do bad things, they get punished, and then things can go back to normal. He ruined Quackity's life. He wanted Slime to be properly punished for killing Tilin and he threatened to murder him when he tried threatening the kids. He built an entire torture dungeon in his basement for the explicit purpose of torturing Spreen to the point of death repeatedly and possibly for the rest of Spreen's miserable life. Cucurucho took Bobby away, and Roier said that the Federation would regret putting and keeping him on the island. Pozolito the Capybara blew Cellbit up, and Roier has literally tried killing every Capybara he's seen since. The Federation screwed with his family and with himself, and Roier is more than happy to join Cellbit in massacring the entire Federation.
He's a man of justice, but not of morals. He's a ruthless killer when it comes down to it, and he only shows regret when it comes to his husband's deaths during Purgatory. He doesn't fight unless he has to, but he's been thinking about killing everyone on the island since the first week of the server when he was betrayed. But, when it comes down to it, he doesn't actually want to hurt anyone he cares about. It's why Purgatory fucked him up so much.
His moral alignment actually matches up pretty well with several other Federation workers'- particularly workers like Elena and Fred who are nice but are willing to do terrible things in the name of their cause. The difference here is that Roier has had the same privilege that workers like Walter Bob and Ron got: he got a chance to socialize.
He doesn't have memories from before the island, but he remembers enough about his childhood to be a little suspicious.
But what if these drug-induced hallucinations are actually hints to Roier's backstory? What if it wasn't Doied running all these terrible experiments for the Federation, but it was Roier? Just a guy acting under the belief that he was making the world a better place, punishing criminals (aka rule breakers) while helping the Federation's cause: finding true happiness and spreading it to the world.
The Eye said that everybody in Purgatory was a sinner, and maybe Roier's sin was some mad scientist bullshit.
The dream today, Tape 1, had Roier being punished. Maybe it's because that's what he did as a scientist to new employees, or maybe it's because of his own guilt over everything he's done; remember, the reason he stopped smiling in Purgatory wasn't because he was killing his friends (because he's thought about killing his friends for a VERY long time), but it was because he killed Cellbit, and then it was because he left Cellbit behind to die. That's why the dream specified Cellbit's lost signal and not, say, Jaiden's, and it's why all the cool cinematic landscape shots focused on either Roier himself or Cellbit.
If my prediction is correct, Tape 2 would have Roger instead of Doied. So we'll see what happens then, I guess. Roger, who represents Roier's anger and his various homicidal tendencies.
Fit said that everybody was on the island for a reason, and Roier has been cooking for a long time now. Maybe qRoier is just like qJaiden: a former Federation associate.
TLDR; qRoier is currently hallucinating due to him being a Federation lab rat. His drug-induced dreams may be implying that Roier has a past within the Federation as a scientist completing the same experiments that "Doied" did in the dream to Roier.
But that's just a theory, a Game Theory. Thank you for reading.
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Haii!~ How are you? Good I hope! I absolutely LOVE your stuff and I'm crying tears of happiness just to see your requests open :D I had an idea and after I read your fic "For tuna" I knew you were the one for it. I was wondering how Leona would react if his Tsum went and got something for his s/o. I can imagine it'd be chaotic lmao ANYWAY! Take your time answering and take care of yourself! And thanks a lot for your amazing work 🥹✨️
Tsum Leona
A/N: pov, your cat woke you up at two, and you couldn't fall back asleep, so you wrote this 😂 anyway, hope you enjoy this!
"When interacting with someone from a different nation, you must act with diplomacy and gentleness until such time as you know their customs."
That's how he'd been raised…but did that apply when the someone was clearly yourself from a different dimension?
Two seconds. That's how long he'd taken his eyes off his dreaded tsum to tell Ruggie that Jack's tsum was too loud. He had assumed that the lazy thing would continue to sleep where he left it.
Then he turned around and it was gone. With a groan, he and Ruggie began to search the places he himself would be: his room, the greenhouse, the tree in courtyard, the spell drive pitch. Nothing.
And it was then that Ruggie suggested where the insufferable creature would most definitely be.
Storming off to Ramshackle, angry that this idea hadn't come to him first, he grabbed your doorknob and turned it, since you had an open door policy. But this time the door was locked.
He fucking knew it.
He gripped the knob and busted the door down with his shoulder, thoroughly startling you, and the tsum whom you had been petting on your lap.
How dare he?
That was his pillow!
Your jaw was on the ground and you stuttered, trying to collect your thoughts.
"Spit it out, herbivore!"
The tsum smiled at him smugly.
"You're not a stuffed toy?"
"Why does everyone think-no! I'm not a stuffed toy!"
"I just assumed, since we have a lot of lab accidents-"
"I don't have lab accidents. Also, the portal opened right over your house! How did you not know?"
"Portal?"
He groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Seriously, how are you not dead yet? It doesn't matter, why are you petting him so lovingly?"
You looked down at the tsum, then back at Leona. Back and forth. Then you held up your wrist, displaying a shimmering silver band, with an L engraved on it, that he'd bought for you for your next date.
"You rat, you stole that from me!"
He launched at the tsum but it was too fast, and he ended up kabedoning you on the couch. But there was no time to look at your cute flustered face, he had to tear that tsum to shreds.
It bounced out of his reach again, and he quickly followed. He crouched down, wiggled his tail to calibrate, and was about to pounce when your hand on his shoulder startled him.
"Leo, relax!"
"The runt is moving in on my herbivore! With my gifts, no less!"
You wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled into his hair.
"I never thought I'd actually have to verbalize this, but I'm not in love with a stuffed toy."
"You thought you were when you thought it was me."
"Key word being I thought it was you. Not some stuffed toy. Which, again, is something I never thought I'd have to explain."
The tsum decided to nuzzle it's way back into your lap. Leona grabbed it and was about to throw it when-
"Leo! I'm not entirely sure what's happening, but isn't it highly probable that if there's a stuffed version of you somewhere out there, then there's probably a stuffed me?"
You picked up the tsum, and held it in front of his face.
"And I bet the little kitty cat misses his herbivore."
The tsum jumped up and down happily, as if to indicate that you were correct. Sometimes he hated how incisive you could be, because it meant he had to be sympathetic to a stuffed toy that was nuzzling against his lover's neck.
He growled lowly, before picking up the tsum and walking towards your busted door.
"Leo?"
"I get what you're saying. I really do. But I need to make sure I'm close to the school so that when Crowley can send this rat home I can punt him through the portal. You get it," he said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. He didn't give you the chance to respond as he sprinted back to Savannaclaw.
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Duel of Knowledge
Pairing: Uni Student!Coriolanus Snow x Uni Student!Reader
Chapter Synopsis: The Rival
Warning: academic rivalry, elitism, morally gray reader, greed, Dr. Gaul's laboratory, mentions of mutated animals, Capitol cruelty, nepotism, spoilers
Word Count: 2487
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It was a fresh start for Coriolanus Snow. A life in the university, studying under Dr. Volumnia Gaul.
After District 12. He was a different man. His purpose now was clearer, his actions more calculated, more dangerous.
Society welcomed him with open arms. The star mentor, the academy protégé, and Crassus Snow’s legacy.
Life was also serving him well. He no longer had to wear buttons made from the bathroom tiles. No poisoned rats to dispose of.
Sejanus Plinth’s parents invite him for a luncheon on weekends. He also met the president a couple of times because of the said couple. Dr. Gaul has also been most helpful.
Had it not been for her, Coriolanus would still be rotting away in District 12.
The university was almost similar to the academy, only better.
He was with the same set of people he studied with. Although, Clemensia Dovecot steers away from him now. Two small scars from sharp fangs reminded her what happens when she crosses Coriolanus Snow.
The lessons are much more difficult than what was taught in the Academy but it was nothing he cannot conquer. He was blessed with the most brilliant minds.
Connections made in the University are better too. The people he meets are the ones who are currently the ones ruling the world.
The secrets he learns about them, invaluable.
Coriolanus understands the power that a piece of information can hold.
Information saved his tribute in the games.
Information nearly got him hanged.
Information nearly drove him mad.
There were all sorts of it. Right, wrong. It was up to you how you use it. And use it well, he did.
And then, there was you.
The daughter of Thanatos Swansworth, a former associate of his late father.
He had gotten to know you as the girl who craved his attention and thirsted for his validation.
The last time he saw you, he knew he might have broken your heart. You were just good at covering it up with your smiles.
And until today, he is seeing that exact same smile from across the room.
The air around you is different. You are more mature, more sure of yourself. You carry yourself with confidence like how a real Capitol woman does.
“While ethical implication might raise some concerns about the modified epigenetics, the boldness of the concept and the possibility of pioneering a breakthrough is reason enough to continue this research. My study can advance the frontiers of science in a way that benefits humanity on a broader scale.” You spoke calmly to Dr. Volumnia Gaul as she cross examined you for your research.
Coriolanus sat with his back resting against the chair, his calculating eyes watching your firm yet inviting demeanor.
A few more questions from Dr. Gaul did not make you falter, you managed to make every query an opportunity to showcase your work. It was something that he can commend.
“Miss Swansworth, I would like you to come to my office later on to further discuss these ideas of yours.” Dr. Gaul grins at you.
A glint of pride is visible in your eyes, making Coriolanus narrow his.
“Of course, Dr. Gaul.”
It seems he has competition for Dr. Gaul’s odd fascinations.
Coriolanus watches you return to your seat, his finger tapping atop his desk.
A focused look was plastered on Coriolanus’ face the entire day, he almost cannot wait to meet you by Dr. Gaul’s lab later.
When classes are over, he makes his way to the secured lab of Dr. Gaul. The strong smell of formaldehyde greets his nose, he has come to get used to it.
His steps are long and purposeful but he was careful enough to silence his glide.
And he was glad he did.
He finds you crouched in a corner, your skirt touching the floor, you are too engrossed with a mutated animal that was trapped behind the glass.
“You found Thumper.”
The startled squeak you made had a sadistic smile spreading on Coriolanus’ lips.
You glare up at him before standing up. “Do not sneak up on me.” You say coldly. “Especially here.”
The mutated rabbit in front of you gives a jolt with the sound of your voice, its eyes trained on you.
“What did she do to it?” You ask silently, looking at the mutated animal with chin slightly tipped higher.
Coriolanus stands next to you to eye the poor rabbit.
Its once soft fur was replaced with a coarse beard-like iridescent coat. Its paws were bigger with ears larger than normal, and its eyes, ghostly pale.
“Nothing. The rabbit was exposed to the toxic aftermath of an outdoor experiment. We had it captured in case it proved dangerous.”
“Is it?” You ask, trying to maintain your indifference.
“Do you pity that mutt, Miss Swansworth?”
Both you and Coriolanus straighten your posture as Dr. Gaul saunters inside her lab.
“It simply piqued my curiosity.” You respond carefully.
Coriolanus leaves your side to sit himself in a desk set off for him and your eyes squint at how he acts so casually in the place.
“That was a good presentation you gave earlier.” Dr. Gaul says as she cuts open what you think is-...was a salamander.
“Thank you, Dr. Gaul.” You try to not to sound too giddy, you must have failed as you hear a snicker from Coriolanus.
Her hand stills and she looks at you with those dangerous eyes of hers making you hold your breath.
“You mentioned earlier that your study can advance the frontiers of science and that humanity can benefit on a broader scale.” She looks at you fully now. “To whom are you referring to, with this…‘humanity’?” She waves her blood red glove in the air as she asks.
The scratching of pen stills from Coriolanus’ desk and you match Dr. Gaul’s intense stare with yours.
“Who else but us, Dr. Gaul. The outcomes of my research will contribute to the collective well-being of the Capitol. Subsequently, the Districts can derive…some advantages from the positive outcomes we achieve. We cannot reap the same rewards.” You tilt your head to the side, looking at her coyly from under your eyelashes. “Afterall, anyone who is not us is an enemy.”
Coriolanus looks up from his desk to eye you. Dr. Gaul recognizes the look. It was the same one Crassus Snow had when he married his wife, and the exact same when he submitted the idea he had stolen from Casca Highbottom. Dr. Gaul only laughs as she resumes her work.
“Would you be interested in studying under me?” She asks after calming down from her crazed outburst. “I see potential in you, just like Mr. Snow. I would love to watch the two of you rise to power.”
You glance at him from your shoulder and find him already looking at you with so much intensity. You had your eyes on him as you uttered your next words. “I would love to, Dr. Gaul.” With much satisfaction, you watched his jaw tighten, bringing a sly smile to your lips.
Having to work after classes in the laboratory gave Coriolanus a chance to observe you.
You were very much like the person you were before he left, but ironically, also really different.
He recognizes the way your eyes narrow and how your hand finds your chin when you encounter a setback. You also became really proper. The smiles you gladly throw at everyone back in the academy are gone. You attended the social events alone too, no longer following Coriolanus around to get him to ask you to come as his date.
There was also the swarm of boys he loathed.
You did not entertain them of course, kindly declining their invites for coffees and luncheons.
“You seem awfully popular with the male population of the Capitol.”
The comment did not stop your movements, not even for a second. The decadent caramel tart was far too good to waste a moment.
“Mmh, it appears so.” You reply to Corioalanus who seated himself in front of you at your table. You preferred having lunch alone, it gave you time to think. But apparently, that was too much to ask.
You saw this a mile away. He was coming to talk to you sooner than later, and here he is. His caramel tart ignored as the polished man found you more interesting.
Wiping your mouth with a napkin, you reach for your coffee as you locked eyes with him. Almost taunting him to say something about it.
Now, with his slicked back platinum hair, tight jaw, and eyes so cold and calculating. He looks every bit like his father.
“Is that all you are here for? To talk about my suitors?” You lean back in your chair, careful to keep your posture straight.
Certainly, that is not all he is here for. You have witnessed this all around you, even back in the academy. Protégés sizing up their enemies and rooting out possible competition. It was not your fault Dr. Gaul was interested in how your mind works, although you have to be responsible for your mischievous glances after you win an argument against him.
Winning arguments, if only you knew how much he was holding back, to save you the embarrassment, to not scare you away with his twisted arguments.
He is letting you go as you please, letting you think you are winning, it would be far more rewarding when he steals the prize right before your eyes.
Coriolanus wonders if he can get you to cry.
“No.” He grins charmingly, making your blood freeze. “The Plinths invited me to golf this Sunday. They asked me to bring a friend.”
Your eyes dart all around his face, trying to search for something that would give him away.
“What are you playing at?” You spoke slowly.
Coriolanus only laughs heartily, a hand placed over his chest in feign hurt. “You wound me. I simply wanted to catch up. Afterall…” His eyes dart to the family crest pinned on your chest, his eyes suddenly darkening, smile sharpening dangerously as he looks up at you with hooded eyes. ��We’re childhood friends, aren’t we?”
He can be very persuasive.
Especially those eyes of his.
You heave a sigh and gently bring your cup to your lips, taking your time to sip.
“Alright.”
“Perfect.” He beams brightly. There is something awfully unsettling about it.
Coriolanus Snow finds your distrustful nature inviting. You are right to be wary of him.
Sunday comes faster than you would have appreciated.
The Plinths were very kind people. Partly because they oh so wanted to be accepted in the Capitol.
You are leaning on the golf cart, arms folded as you watch Coriolanus laugh with Sejanus Plinth’s parents.
Your thinking posture returns as you observe them. Back in the academy, you do not recall Coriolanus and Sejanus to be very close. They were acquaintances, yes. Nothing beyond that. In retrospect, Sejanus was a really lonely kid. Everybody loved his money but friendship with him was something the Capitol kids never crossed. The kindness Coriolanus showed him, he must have mistaken it for bond.
Poor Sejanus.
“Y/N.” Mrs. Plinth calls you over and you fix your sunglasses back on and you head their way.
“Sorry, needed to cool off a bit.” You smile at them.
“Oh, of course. Would you like some refreshments?” She asked, worried. You smile at her, watching closely if this is real or not. It might be.
Coriolanus swings his club and sends the ball flying to the cup.
Mr. Plinth slaps his back showering the young boy with compliments.
You are unaware that it was you who is being watched now.
“It has been difficult for my husband and I.” Mrs. Plinth says softly as she guides you under the shade and pours you a tall glass of lemonade.
You thank her but are not letting your guard down for whatever she may spring at you.
“Our son is gone but that boy.” She smiles in the direction of Coriolanus. “Our son loved him like a brother. It may be selfish on my part but I see my boy in him.”
You drop your head, watching your reflection in the lemonade.
“And he has the Plinths’ full support for his endeavors.”
This catches your attention and the woman smiles at your expression.
“In every victory Panem has, there is always a Snow behind it.” She raises her chin to gauge your reaction. “And a Swansworth to help them see it through.”
You tip your own chin up and watch Coriolanus do a perfect swing.
“And so there is.” You give her a sly smile and she returns it with her own.
You might have just met an ally.
The day ends and you cannot be upset with how it turned out.
“In a better mood, are we?” Coriolanus says cooly, lips tugging up to one side.
You shrug as you both enter the building where you both live. “Mrs. Plinth is not an awful company.” A playful smile is also thrown his way. “I also enjoyed the view.”
There it is.
“Oh, you did, didn’t you?” He stops you dead on your tracks, preventing you from getting in the elevator.
You did not let his height be a great advantage as you met him with a proud smile. “The golf course, I mean.”
“Indeed, the golf course.” He nods as he looks down at you, a smirk tugging on his lips. “The golf course with its blistering heat and dry wind, that golf course.”
“Exactly.” You smile sardonically. “Now, if you don’t mind, I must get to my apartment.”
He lets you inside the elevator and he follows closely.
You stand next to him in silence as the elevator ascends.
A couple of times, your gazes meet in your reflection.
“I’m running as president.”
You sigh as your back meets the cold elevator wall.
“I know.”
He looks at you now, arm leaning on the handrail.
“I want you with me.”
You roll your eyes, arms crossing.
“I was afraid you’d ask.”
He chuckles lowly.
For a moment, only the soft whirring of the elevator accompanied by the classical tune playing was the only noise filling the space.
“Forgive me.” He finally says.
It is long overdue but you appreciate it still.
“There is nothing to forgive.”
The elevator dings and you get off. He walks you to your apartment.
“Good night, Y/N Swansworth.”
“Good night, Coriolanus Snow.”
And you gently close the door, your eye contact never breaking until all you see is the hardwood door.
You stand there for a long time, contemplating. Your apartment is cold and empty but the lights from Capitol reflect inside your apartment, casting a soft glow in your family portrait and you look at your father in the eyes.
“Snow will land on top.”
Hunt for Glory
#coriolanus snow x reader#coriolanus snow x you#coriolanus snow x y/n#tbosas#young coriolanus snow#coriolanus x reader#the hunger games#hunt for glory#academic rivals
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pleasepleaseplease recommend some danphan fics!!
Sorry these are on ff.net I was into danphan before AO3 was really A Thing. Invisobang also just completed and a whole wack of new fics are also now out for your enjoyment so I suggest taking a look there too
Lab Rat - Danny (as Phantom) is captured by his parents and vivisected in the lab. THE MOST iconic dp fic from this era of fandom and also the first dp fic I ever read which single-handedly got me into the fandom. I also recommend anything else by this author[sequel]
Pits - Danny is captured by Walker and thrown into the Pits to fight for his life. HANDS DOWN my all time favorite dp fic. I drew a bunch of fanart for it and never showed the author LMAO [sequel]
In The Way - A twisted tale of a summer spent all alone
Wondering - Danny's been captured and tortured by his parents, but he refuses to say a word until his psychiatrist starts connecting the dots. Can he risk keeping it a secret any longer?
Dreams of Light - A cute box ghost fic with a fun twist at the end
Phantom's Sketchbook - Mr. Lancer finds himself in an unparalleled situation, he has access to something which can give him incredible insight into the personal workings of Amity Park's local ghost teen hero, Danny Phantom
Masks - Lancer has had enough of his most enigmatic, frustrating student Daniel Fenton and forces him to stay in detention with him until Danny tells him The Truth. A story examining Danny's relationship with the human race. Another BIG FAVE of mine [sequel]
Darkness - Part 1 of Illuminations saga. [part 2][part 3][part 4] Maddie and Phantom are trapped in the dark and must work together to avoid dying. I don't remember much about this but I do remember it being super creepy and I bulldozed my way through all 4 parts so it must have been good lol
I'm Still Here - Danny's been locked away in a forgotten thermos, buried in the backyard for 70 years. When he's finally released, happy isn't the word he'd use to describe his new life
Real Life - A very creepy take on ghosts and the events of the show, where they're more inhuman, feral, and scary. I don't remember much about this but it's unfinished
Lopeholt - Valerie must survived the night in the third scariest place on earth. **VERY** creepy, I remember reading this in the dark and it gave me nightmares. Another top fave. I def recommend reading anything else by this author
Running to the Enemy's Arms - Danny runs away and ends up on the doorstep of the person who's dead last on his list of favorite people - Vlad. Danny/Vlad father son relationship. A fun and interesting view of what Danny's life would be like had he been the son Vlad always wanted. Incomplete but also another BIG FAVE of mine. Tolerate the first 1-2 chapters and the rest is golden
Checkmate - Vlad forces Danny to leave everything behind in order to save Jazz's life. But just when the billionaire believes to have won his chess game against his young rival, Danny makes a single unexpected move.
A Secret Uncovered - Danny's transformation is caught on tape and now the whole town knows who he is
Photoshop - Dash and Kwan find an old class picture and start having a little too much fun on Photoshop. Will someone's secret be revealed?
Chained - It starts with a fire at the Guys in White headquarters, where a vengeful Valerie stumbles across an imprisoned Danny Phantom. It starts with injustice. But what happens when justice and revenge are confused for one another? Where does a hero end, and a villain begin?
Phantom of Truth - Locked away in a secret government lab with Phantom as her subject, nothing stands between Maddie and the truth… except, perhaps, herself [Sequel]
The Soul Sepulchre - Something foul is stirring in Amity Park and it all starts in the bowels of Amity Park's Museum of Natural History
Moral Code - Moral code says to never kill or capture a specimen that you did not weaken yourself. Maddie finds Danny Phantom wounded late at night after a hard battle. After she helps him, she finds there is more to him than she ever thought possible. Mother/son bonding
Connections - Maddie knows that the Booo-merang has keyed into Danny, for whatever reason, so what's she to think when she sees it collide with Phantom? [Sequel]
Isolated - It's just a wish that's been granted with the wrong twist, but for Danny, it's a nightmare that's become reality. He's stuck as Phantom, his family's hunting him, and everyone who can help him is gone
Little Earthquakes - They say that a man is defined by what he does when he thinks nobody's looking. Does the same hold true for ghosts?
Tortured Truth - Danny's parents discover that the ghost boy is half human. Now that they've captured Danny, will he submit to torture and reveal himself, or is the revelation just the beginning of their problems? [Sequel]
Estrelas - AU. Sam's attention is captured by a lonely ghost haunting her grandmother's attic…and discovering his secrets will take everything she has.
Criteria of Life - Every living thing must follow the Laws of Life; however, Maddie wonders if Phantom can somehow follow these laws as well. The fact that he is a ghost is putting a knick in her plans, but what if Phantom can follow the Laws of Life?
#ask#danny phantom fic recs#i have soooo many danphan fics to rec but alas tumblr character limit#def recommend checking out invisobang though#it was my first year participating and i cant wait to look at everyones stuff when i have the time :0
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what if we were raised together but also raised apart, unaware of each other until the day we meet and then- only then- do our lives begin to make sense?
more lore under the cut! (it's a lot)
The labs raised them in somewhat the same way- and both methods dehumanizing. Yuma solves a puzzle for a juice reward. Makoto solves a puzzle to avoid getting shocked. Both get shocked at the slightest display of disobedience anyway. Both have strict routines and regimes where every aspect of their lives seems set in stone. What the scientists didn't take into account was that raising a little genius in such conditions will eventually backfire.
They both escape their labs on the same day, shortly after they turn 20. They also name themselves Yuma and Makoto around this time, only being referred to beforehand as "Subject No. 01" and "Subject No. 02." These escapes simultaneously piss off the researchers but also fascinate them- how much of their identical choices were made based on nature vs nurture?
For the first month traveling alone, Yuma spent his time trying and failing to do everything alone. He eventually receives the help of a stranger and starts helping random people, learning he'll receive kindness in return.
Makoto spent his lonesome travels scraping by and barely surviving without the assistance of anyone else. He's still bitter and angry about what the scientists have done to him. He regrets not burning the whole institution to the ground.
They both meet at a bar, where they, of course, instantly recognize each other's faces as their own. After a lot of guarded questions, they learn that they were both cursed with the same upbringing.
So Makoto asks Yuma to help him return to the Amaterasu lab and exact revenge.
Yuma doesn't wanna hurt anyone, but agrees to come along... with ulterior motives! He wants to show Makoto that this world isn't so bad, and dwelling on getting revenge isn't everything. Think like the core relationship in Mad Rat Dead, between Heart and Mad Rat.
And why is Yuma so stuck on this pacifist philosophy? Well, he'd already gotten his revenge. Turns out, putting a bullet into the head researcher who raised him only made him feel hollow and scared. He doesn't want Makoto to go through the same thing.
They meet the other cast members on the way, doing odd jobs and favors for them and forging small bonds with all the strangers they meet. They help Halara, a pet rescue volunteer, get a cat down from a tree and in return Halara teaches them a few survival skills. The meet Fubuki, who is lost in the supermarket, but it's also their first time in the supermarket so they all end up going on an "adventure" together until the clones escort her back to her limo. She tips them a fat wad of cash that keeps them fed and housed in hotels for like 3 months. They help Desuhiko, an up and coming music star who's anxious about getting on stage. The decide to do an opening act as a comedy duo- Makoto and Yuma are familiar with street performing for money after all- and it not only has the audience in a good mood but eases Desuhiko's anxieties. The clones see their first concert together and it's the most fun theyve ever had. Desuhiko, in return, patches up their clothes for them (though, they do end up messing the clothes up again later, lol) with his impressive sewing skills. They save Yakou from getting beat down by some debt collectors and Yakou lets them crash in his shitty little apartment for a while.
This is really just a really endearing and cute road trip story in my head. It starts off tragic but once they get out it's just two guys who only understand each other trying to explore a whole new world while making other lives better.
They eventually reach the Amaterasu lab again, but by that point, Makoto doesn't have it in him to exact revenge anymore. He hates the place, but it was still his home. It's complicated. He tells Yuma that all he wants to do now is keep traveling the world together.
That's when Yuma reveals he's been secretly planning with the other people they've helped together to expose the laboratory for the corrupt place it is and get it shut down. That way they can get their revenge the right way. Makoto is ecstatic.
After they expose the dirt on their respective labs and have those places shut down, they're free to travel together again and continue helping any random people they see who need it <3
if anyone has any questiosn abt this au ill gladly answer bc it's rotting my brain <3
#rain code#raincode#mdarc#master detective archives: rain code#yuma kokohead#makoto kagutsuchi#rain code spoilers#raincode spoilers#mdarc spoilers#makoyuma#kokotsuchi#<- can we start calling it kokotsuchi it's so much cuter sounding#i dont plan on making this a fic but i did wanna share the brainrot#runaways au
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Experiment 101 — Part 1
AgedUp! Neteyam x Fem!Human! Reader
Words: 3K
Warnings: Mention of neglectful parents, kidnapping (I’m still learning on how to tag these, so please tell me if I’m missing something)
Summary: Y/N is kidnapped by the RDA and then brought to Pandora where they use her and three other people as lab rats, but can they escape the sky people? And what if some Na’vi brothers find her unconscious in the forest?
Notes: Heeey, sooo this is the first story I post here, I hope you like it <33 English is not my first language so have mercy on me. Also, Neteyam and Lo’ak doesn’t appear till the end, this is more of like an introduction to Y/N and what happened to her. I’ve already planned a few more parts, so let me know if you’re interested ;)
3rd Person POV
Proofread ig
Life on Earth was harsh. There was no bright colors, only the gray of the concrete surrounding everything. It was sad. The place that had been once paradise on Earth, was now pure concrete.
War was something people were used to, fighting over anything. Like I said, it was sad.
But sometimes life wasn’t that bad when you have a loving family around. Sure, the lack of nature and the constant war surrounding humans was depressing, but once you’re with someone you love -and loves you back- all the problems seem smaller.
But unfortunately, that was not Y/N’s case. She was alone. She had no one. Well, she still had her parents, but they meant nothing to her. They were both just strangers to the girl.
They didn’t even noticed when their daughter disappeared for several days, only returning home to grab a few things and made her way out once again.
They also didn’t noticed the bruises that formed all around her body, like I said, they weren’t parents of the year.
The truth is, she was kidnapped by a group of men. And not only her, there were a few other people in the same situation as her.
There were two boys, maybe around their late teens, and another girl that seemed a bit older than them.
“What the hell do you want from us!?” One of the guys asked, the blonde one, more specifically.
The masked men that kidnapped them didn’t say a word. They just remained quiet, causing fear on the four hostages.
“Can somebody tell us what the fuck is happening?” The oldest girl said this time.
But again, nobody answered.
A few minutes later, the men left the room, leaving the four victims alone. The other boy stood up and tried to open the door, but to no one’s surprise, it was locked.
“Hey” Y/N heard the blonde boy talking, but she didn’t pay much attention, being consumed in fear of what possibly will happen to them. “Hey” She heard again, turning her head to meet the boy’s gaze.
“Yeah?” She replied a bit uncomfortable.
“What’s your name?” He asked. The girl looked at him in disbelief. Is he seriously trying to make small talk while being kidnapped? “C’mon, I mean, we’re all locked up here against our will, so maybe we should at least know each other's names, right?”
She looked to the others, noticing they were paying attention to the blonde guy. She sighed. “I’m Y/N”
“Nice to meet you, Y/N, I’m Cameron” He said, then looking at the two people left.
“My name’s Madison” The oldest girl said, looking a little afraid.
“Well, I guess that only leaves me… I’m Thomas”
Soon enough the men were back, but with a new person joining them. It was a woman. “Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, I’m General Ardmore, and I have an offer for the four of you” She said with no expression on her face.
“And for that you had to kidnap us?” The blonde boy, now known as Cameron, replied with a mocking tone. What on Earth is this guy doing?
“Shut it” The woman demanded. “You’ll be grateful that I took you out of your shitty lives” She paused for a second. “I assume you have heard about some planet called Pandora, am I right?” The four of them nodded. “Well, we need some… volunteers, if you want to put it that way. We have some experiments we’d like to try”
“By volunteers you mean us, I guess” Y/N dared to speak for the first time.
“You’re correct, miss Y/N” Ardmore responded with a sarcastic grin. “The four of you are alone. You have no one, so I guessed you won’t be missed if we take you to Pandora”
What a bitch, Y/N thought to herself, but the woman was correct, at least in her case, no one would notice she’s missing.
“And what will we have to do?” Thomas asked.
“Don’t worry about it, for now, we leave in 24 hours, in the meantime, you’ll be granted the opportunity to go back home and grab a few personal things for your survival up there, but don’t even think about escaping, because we will found you and you won’t like what’s next, am I making myself clear?” All of them nodded, but the woman wasn’t satisfied. “I will repeat myself one more time and I want you to answer me right… Am I making myself clear?”
“Yes ma’am”
“Fine, escort them to their homes and bring them back to me in less than 12 hours, okay?” She then asked the men guarding the place.
“Yes ma’am”
A few hours later, they were boarding an actual spaceship, every little kid dream, but it wasn’t in a way they enjoyed.
Everything surrounding them had the initials ‘RDA’, making the girl wonder what that meant. Y/N then walked towards some strange looking thing, it kinda look like a modern coffin.
“Alright, this is a cryosleep capsule, you’re going to get in one of these and sleep till we get to Pandora, okay?” A scientist explained to them what was going to happen next.
“So, how does this exactly work?” Madison asked with curiosity.
“These things basically freezes you and that maintains you alive and well for long periods of time, when you’re in cryo state you don’t dream, and don’t need food or water, it’s like you’re being put in pause” He explained. “It basically keeps people in perfect shape, they don’t age a second, it’s quite awesome”
“And why do we need to be in one of these?” Y/N asked.
“It’s because the trip to Pandora last about six Earth years, and we don’t want our people being six years older that when they left”
“Six years?!” Cameron asked in shock.
“Yeah, blondie, don’t you know how space works?” Y/N asked him and a small laugh slipped through her lips.
“We’ll, then, hop in.” The scientist told them, the four of them doing it. Y/N laid down in the cryo capsule, the only thing in mind was hoping her life in Pandora would be a little better than on Earth, but oh, how wrong was she.
It seemed to have been only a blink of an eye for her and the three others, but after six years of traveling —which felt like a second to the four young guys—, they were arriving at Pandora.
Well, not exactly. They arrived at the RDA base, which was exactly like Earth, the gray color predominating the place. But surrounding that boring looking facility, a huge forest was in sight. Seeing the color green for the first time in quite a while, Y/N thought maybe life in Pandora wasn’t going to be so bad.
She was wrong. Life in Pandora was hell, no, it was worse than hell. Or at least on the RDA base. She would rather be sent to hell to serve Satan himself than stay there for one more day.
Being an experiment to the RDA people was horrible. She was in a dark room with 5 cells, one for each person, and one free. They were glass cells, and someone was always watching them. If it weren’t the scientists trying to observe the effect of the serum they previously injected in them, it was some guard.
They were never alone. It was hell. They didn’t know what that serum was supposed to do, but they came to the conclusion it wasn’t working, every three days some new serum was injected into their body, and each one had different side effects. It was torture. They were in pain for the next few days when the serum entered their body. They were just torturing them, there was no effective serum, so they kept going on. It was killing them.
But one day, after 2 years in Pandora, the serum seemed to have worked. The scientists seemed happy, and so did General Ardmore. They wanted to try and confirm the serum was finally correct, so the RDA organized a trip to the forests of Pandora.
A few days later, the soldiers were getting ready to enter the deadly forest, some scientists came as well, just to assure the well-being of the four people, well, not their well-being but to control the effects of the serum on them.
The four of them were given a mask, which someone later explained was for them to be able to breathe outside.
“I feel like fucking royalty walking with all these guys protecting us” Cameron said to Y/N while walking toward the forest.
She raised her eyebrow at him. “Are you for real?” She asked. “They are not protecting us, they are just making sure their little lab rats are ok with the serum”
He shrugged. “I’m just trying to lighten the mood, jeez”
Y/N rolled her eyes but a small smile escaped her lips. “Sure, whatever”
Their hands were handcuffed in front of their body, just to make sure no one tried to escape, so they had limited mobility. “Ok, we’re here. Let’s get it done.” Y/N heard a soldier talk. Then they all stopped walking, all of them with their eyes pointed at the four people. “Take out your masks” He said again.
“What? No!” Thomas replied angrily. What the hell, aren’t these supposed to be to not die while outside?
“There’s no way we’re taking these off, we’ll die!” This time it was Y/N talking. “You said Pandora air is toxic to humans, and that just breathing it for a second will make us faint, and in four more seconds, die?!”
One of the scientists sighed. “Get to your main mission, we will take care of them” She told the soldiers accompanying them, "We'll see you back here in 20 minutes, okay?”
The soldier rolled his eyes. “Yes ma’am” He said and later they went further into the forest, only leaving the four guys with some scientists and a couple of soldiers.
“Do you know what the serum is supposed to do?” The scientist asked. The four of them shook their heads. “This serum is supposed to make humans breath Pandora air without any fatal consequences, and you just happen to be our test subjects” She grinned. “So please, do as I said so and take. of. the. masks” She said losing her patience.
None of them obeyed. They weren’t idiots, what if the serum doesn’t work? “Take their masks off.” The woman now said to the soldiers. They obeyed and they walked towards Y/N and the others.
“Please, don’t” Madison said with fear in her voice.
“Shut it” The woman replied.
The men took Thomas and Cameron masks first, and it seemed like they were holding their breaths. Next, they took Madison and Y/N’s. The two girls doing the same as the boys.
“Breathe” She commanded. Neither of them did it. “Breath. Now!” But still, no one obeyed. But humans can only hold their breath for a while. After one minute, Madison took a breath, followed by Thomas, then Y/N and finally Cameron.
We’re going to die, Y/N thought, but after 30 seconds, they were still alive and felt okay, whatsoever.
The scientists started to cheer, still with their gazes on the four people in front of them. The serum had worked. Finally.
But the sound of gunshots followed by some screams wiped the smile off their faces.
“What is happening?” the woman asked the soldiers, but they only shrugged, pointing their own guns to the source of the sound.
“Withdrawal, withdrawal” They heard someone shout, shortly after, the soldiers from before were running towards them. “We have to go, now!”
“The natives found us! Withdrawal!” Another soldier shout just before being pierced by an arrow.
The sound of gunshots and screaming stunned Y/N, who was only looking at what was happening. She didn’t know what to do. A hand grabbing her forearm caught her attention. It was one of the scientists, but she didn’t want to go with them.
What was worse? Going back to the RDA base and being a fucking lab rat for another two years, or getting lost on Pandora’s forest and maybe being killed by an animal or some natives? She definitely didn’t want to be trapped on the base for one more second, so she freed herself from the scientist's grasp.
The other three saw this and tried to do the same, but only two of them were successful, Madison couldn’t lost the scientist that held her, and she was taken once again.
A few seconds later, no RDA people were left there, only Y/N, Cameron and Thomas. The gunshots and screaming stopped, the silence was restored and the only sound that could be heard was the wind going through the leaves of the tall trees.
“So… I guess we’re free” Cameron started the conversation.
“I think so” Thomas replied.
Y/N watched the two men. “I wouldn’t call this ‘being free’, we’re just lost in the forest. What are we supposed to do now?”
A new sound was heard by the girl. It was something moving on the trees. “We are so dead” Cameron said, he also heard the sound. “It was nice to meet you, guys, although I would’ve liked more to have met you in other circumstances”
“Yeah, maybe meeting you while being kidnapped and used as lab rats wasn’t the best, but it is what it is, now we’re going to die in some weird animal hands, so I guess we lived a shitty life and we’re going to die in a shitty way” Thomas replied.
Y/N looked at them annoyed. “Guys, stop making things even sadder!” She wanted to say something more but her chest started to hurt.
“Y/N! What is happening?” Cameron asked worriedly, but soon his own chest started to hurt too. Thomas was in the same situation as them. The three of them grabbed their own chest with their hands still handcuffed, trying to breathe, but it only hurt more. They began to lose consciousness and soon enough, they were lying unconscious on the ground.
It seemed the serum didn’t work once again.
From the top of the trees, two young Na’vi watched the humans lying unconscious on the forest floor. “Bro, we have to go there” Lo’ak said with his gaze still on the humans.
“Are you mad? What if they wake up and try to kill us?” Neteyam asked, looking at his little brother like he was crazy.
“C’mon bro, haven’t you noticed? They don’t have an oxygen mask, they are unconscious! They won’t wake up, and if they do, we knocked them out again”
“Fine, let’s go!” The oldest said, making his brother smile. “But…” Lo’ak’s smile faded. “We call dad right after” Neteyam said.
Lo’ak rolled his eyes. “Fine, fine, whatever, lets just go”
The young Na’vi came closer to the three human bodies lying unconscious. They were quite curious. They saw them surviving more than half a minute breathing Pandora's air, there was something weird about them.
“Did you hear when they said they were kidnapped?” Lo’ak asked his older brother, who nodded.
“Yeah, and that they were lab rats or something like that” Neteyam replied while looking closely at them.
“We definitely should call dad” The youngest said. “Even if he gets mad for not returning with the others right away the soldiers left”
“I’m on it” Neteyam touched his communicator. “Dad, we have some humans here, they are unconscious”
“What do they look like?” The oldest asked through the communicator. “And why are you still there?”
Lo’ak rolled his eyes. “I told you'' He whispered to his older brother.
“There are three of them, two guys and a girl, they look young, maybe like 19 or 20, and they’re handcuffed”
“What? Handcuffed?”
“Yes, and we heard them talking right before they were knocked out, they said some things I think you’ll find interesting” Lo’ak intervened.
“Fine, what’s your location?” Jake asked his sons.
“A few miles away from the base” Neteyam replied.
“Fine, I’m coming, do not move and make sure they don’t wake up” Their father ordered.
“Copy sir” The two youngest Sully boys replied. “What do you think lab rats meant?” The youngest asked. “I mean, I know what lab rats mean, but what do you think the RDA was testing with them?”
“I guess we’ll find out sooner or later”
Jake Sully arrived with a few other warriors at the spot his sons were waiting for him. “We’ll talk later” He said, both boys knowing they were in trouble for not going back home after they attacked the sky people. “They look young”
“I told you” Lo’ak said, gaining a bad look from his father and a hit in the head by his brother.
“We’ll take them to our base, have Norm and Max check on them, and when they wake up, we’ll question them” Jake said to his warriors, who nodded. “They aren’t wearing oxygen masks, are they even alive?” He seemed to finally notice the obvious.
“They are pretty much alive, sir. We’ve heard them saying they were kidnapped by the RDA and that they were just lab rats to them, I guess that has something to do with them not wearing a mask” Neteyam replied with a serious face, gaining a mocking look from his brother.
“Fine, take them to the base” Three warriors lift the sky people and started to get back. “And you two are coming with me” Jake said to his sons.
He was angry at them for not following direct orders, but he was more intrigued by the unconscious humans he just saw, and he wasn’t the only one. Neteyam and Lo’ak couldn’t leave their minds either.
Let me know if you want Part 2! ;)
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Jellyfish Mer Yuu-Octavinelle&Scarabia
Azul
he wants you to stay as far away from the Mostro Lounge as possible
every time you got near the cafe something would always break or you got the attention of the Tweels and they would drop everything to mess with you which just caused even more trouble and breaking things for him
but if you were less trouble or caused less costs that you could bring in profits he would use you as an attraction for the lounge
your merform is an interesting thing to witness so he´s sure he could make some good money of it but alas it was never meant to be
he likes to drag you to his club though, you always win with a mixture of dumb luck, actual skill and cheating
it´s always hilarious seeing people lose over losing to you… and it´s good for business but he´ll never tell you because he´s not interested in sharing the profits
Jade
he tries to poison you every chance he get´s because he wants to see if some of them have an effect on you
he really makes you feel like a lab rat instead of a fellow classmate and if he didn´t try to constantly kill you you would even compliment him because it was pretty good
at this point you try to just talk your way out of having to eat whatever he made and hope he doesn´t force you to eat or tries to smuggle some mushrooms in your own food
and it´s terrifying how good he is, the only way to partially ensure he doesn´t poison you with mushrooms is to constantly look at your bag
even then it doesn´t save you all the time, it´s terrifying how determined he is about that
Floyd
he thinks it´s funny when you try to sting him so he´ll stop squeezing you so much, but that never happened no matter how hard you try
and your one of his favorite people to torment mainly because he thinks your attempts at getting him away from you are not only ineffective but hilarious to him, which is honestly a lot worse
but you did manage to sting him bad enough to flinch… didn´t really help though because he just switched from trying to suffocate you and is now actively hunting you
and man all he needs to play is some scary music and you would feel like your in your own Horror movie
even worse would be if he caught you, good thing it never happened because while he might not have been pissed off who knows what he might have done
maybe he would have really squeezed you until you pop
Kalim
he thinks your funny but hopes you don´t hurt yourself
the majority of the times he sees you is when you trip over your own feet (or stingers) or just running into walls and acting like nothing happened
but he loves to party with you so those concerns sometimes go under in his excitement and happiness
but they are still there and he even got you a helmet so you won´t hurt yourself so much
which honestly wasn´t really a bad idea, doesn´t really work because you forgot it most of the time but still a good idea
also both of you are probably one of the worst friend pair ups, for the most part because you just go along with everything Kalim says no matter how dumb it could be
every time Jamil sees you and Kalim interact he can just feel the dread from what you two might be planning
Jamil
either he wants to cook you for annoying him or he tries to use you as a way to subtly get rid of Kalim for a while
but you refuse to do anything to him so that never really works
and despite his best efforts he can never get rid of you, you just have insane amounts of luck that allows you to escape everything unharmed
it´s an odd thing to witness and at this point he just wonders if it´s magic shielding you from his Wrath
either way he hates it but learned to life with your existence… and the fact Kalim keeps inviting you to party with him
at least when that happens you help him clean up, you are even good at it...
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I have found it! The blog that writes fics for the dark turtles clones! HUZZA!
I personally think the clones have an interesting relationship with food. Considering how Darius “rewarded” them with it, they would definitely have an adjustment if they were to adapt into life in the penthouse
Now picture this. Chef reader that introduces the clones to beautifully made food/ cuisine that lands them in a sticky situation of becoming the personal cook to 4 unstable turtle clones.
Who knows, maybe one of the clones gets attached to more than just the new yummy snacks? Maybe they don’t want to share just the food? I see this as fluffy but honestly take it in any direction you want
but consider dark Donnie? Maybe a dash of dark Leo? :}
The Luxury of Good Food (Fluff)
Dark Raphael x reader
A/N: You finally found it!🙌🏻💚 I totally agree. There’s no doubt that they would have a strange relationship with food, and life in the penthouse would most likely take them a long time to adapt to. You asked for me to consider Dark Donnie or Dark Leo, but I honestly think this would work better with Dark Raph. Hope you’ll still enjoy!🖤❤️
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Warning: Spelling, strange relationship with food, Dark Raph being a cute goof🖤❤️
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You had been Cody Jones’ chef for some time now, making food for the young heir throughout the day. It was a good job and paid very well, and gave you your own room in the big penthouse, overlooking New York City. Along with that Cody had always been friendly, his robot butler Serling seemed somewhat happy to have you around, even if he never told you.
During your time on the job, you had become pretty good friends with Cody Jones, becoming one of the few people he had around on a daily basis. You became so close in fact, that Cody told you about the projects he was working on in his lab. One of them being a time window that would allow him to look into his great grandparent’s past, at least when he had finished it.
And Cody did finish his time window, except it turned into something other than a time window. It became a one time working time machine, and through the time machine came four mutant turtles and their rat father. See that, had never been part of your job description.
With five extra mouths in the penthouse to feed, your job became a bit more challenging. But you were happy that none of your knew housemates had anything against your food, eating it with as good manners as they could muster, enjoying every bite. You liked the four turtles and the rat. You liked them a lot. And it didn’t take long before you became friends with them too.
Then, a year later, your four new housemates returned back to their own time, even taking Serling with them by accident, leaving you and Cody back alone in the big penthouse. But that didn’t last long. Soon, after events that are too many to mention at this moment, you got four new housemates once more. The four Kanabo clones of the turtles.
The clones where… different. They took up much more space than their counterparts, only taking two of them to fill up a whole couch. They were louder, and spoke harder and faster. And they weren’t good at discussing things, but they were good at throwing, especially each other. You would never forget the time you walked into the living room, just in time to see Dark Leo and Dark Donnie throw Dark Mikey around like a football.
But when it came to food, they were much different than their counterparts. It wasn’t that they didn’t like your food. No, no, they swallowed it all right in front of you and Cody, scaring both of you whenever one of them accidentally swallowed a fork or a spoon. But not only did they just shovel the food down, but they also tried to steal food from each other. Dark Raph being the worst. He would almost jump over the table, pushing his brothers out of the way in order to get their food on his own.
To say it like it was, Raph was brutal. Whenever he saw you bring food to the table, he did small jumps in his seat, just waiting for you to place the food down. And once you had done so, he jumped on it, eating it so fast before his brothers could get any, that you had to return to the kitchen to make more. It was at the point where his brothers started screaming and yelling at him, telling him to leave some for them. And of course that brought up another fight, until you once again brought food to the table.
You couldn’t help but feel bad for the clones. You remembered what Dark Leo had said, back when Leonardo and the others still were there. You took what you could in order to survive. Food was a gift for when they had done great, and even then they had to fight for it. It was no wonder that Raph would go absolutely feral when you brought food in. He just wasn’t used to having so much food in front of him, his fight and survival responses kicking in whenever he saw an opportunity to eat, fearing that his dinner would be taken from him once more. So one evening when you couldn’t sleep, and decided to make your way to the kitchen in order to get a glass of water, you weren’t really that surprised to find Raph in there.
Raph stood with his head in the fridge, devouring all the food he could get his hands on. You guessed he had had a nightmare or was feeling anxious for some reason, and now he was trying to soothe himself the only way he knew. With food. Because food meant safety and survival. And as much as you wished for Raph to feel safe and comfortable, he was eating the whole stock.
“What are you doing?”, you asked, causing the red half turtle to jump from the fridge, a chicken bone sticking out of his mouth and a sheepish look on his face.
“I was just, uh…”, he trailed off, his clone mind shutting off in sudden moments of stress. Poor Raph. He had never been as quick with words as Raphael, and even then, he had a limited vocabulary.
“Step back from the fridge”, you calmly told the clone, making sure not to sound threatening in any way shape or form. And it worked. Raph stepped back from the fridge and closed it, looking at the ground sheepishly. Once again you felt pity for the kanabo clone. The poor guy was just trying to calm himself down.
You went to the kitchen island and pulled out a chair for him. “Sit”, you told him, before moving to the stove. Raph did as you told him to, taking a seat at the kitchen island, silently watching as looked through the fridge, checking what food was left. He watched in wonder as you moved around the kitchen. Cutting up vegetables and getting what little of the chicken that was left, ready for the pan.
Raph had never seen someone treat food like that. It was strange, and he was not used to it. Sure, he had eaten your food, but he had never thought about what you did to it, nor how much time you spent on it. Raph couldn’t help but watch in amazement as you worked.
When you finally finished the chicken and roasted vegetables and placed them on a plate in front of Raph, he eagerly picked up the plate, ready to tip all of it into his mouth. But you stopped him.
“No”, you said, holding your finger up in front of him, as if he was a dog. And to your surprise, it worked once again. Raph stalled, placing the plate back down, making you smile at him. Had he been any other color than red, you might have been able to see the blush he felt on his cheeks. “Eat it slowly”.
Raph did as you told him to, taking a small careful bite of the chicken. And to his surprise, he experienced something he had never experienced before. Taste. The good taste of your food. It was as if his mind was blown wide open. He had always known that food was good. It had filled his stomach and made him feel full and safe, but with his fast eating, he had never taken the time to actually taste his food before. But now he did. All thanks to you.
After that evening, Raph followed you around like a lost puppy. It did not matter if you had food with you or not - he just always seemed to be there. He would hang around you in the kitchen and even offer to help you with your cooking. You thought it was sweet and gave him easy tasks to do. It was actually quite nice to have an extra pair of hands in the kitchen, when you had to cook for four large half kanabo, half mutant turtle clones. And to your pleasant surprise, Raph no longer ate his brothers off the table. He did eat with eagerness, but he still took his time. The first time he used a fork, both you and Cody looked utterly surprised, wondering how that could be possible.
Well, it didn’t take long before you learned how it was possible. One day when you stood in the kitchen, cooking yet another dinner, Raph came in, just as sheepishly as usual when he wanted to help you cook. But that day he seemed more nervous than usual, his big hands playing with themselves. You couldn’t deny that it was adorable. It was like looking at a big teddy bear.
“Hey, Raph”, you said, turning down the heat on the potatoes as you smiled at him. “Anything I can help you with?”
Raph looked mildly panicked, as if he realized he now had to tell you what he had been thinking about for several weeks now. “Uhm… no, I- I just wanted to talk to you about something”, the red turtle said in a stammer.
“Oh?”, you asked, turning fully towards him, once you were sure that the food would get burned in the short time you weren’t looking.
Raph stood uneasily, shifting his weight from one thick leg to another, as he slowly and nervously found the words that would express how he was feeling. “I- I like you l- like I like your f- food”, the red Kanabo clone muttered, looking at the ground with his hands behind his back.
You looked at him for a moment, trying to figure out what he had just told you. And then suddenly you realized. A smile spread across your face as you took in his nervous demeanor, your heart fluttering at the sight.
“Aw, Raph”, you said, bringing him in for a hug that made him freeze in place. “I like you too”.
“Really?”, he asked, hope shining in his eyes, as he let go of the breath he didn’t realize that he was holding.
“Yes, really”, you said, letting go of him in order to turn back towards the cooking food, sending him a smile over your shoulder. “Now, how do you feel about helping me cook for tonight?”
The bright sweet smile that spread across Raph’s face was enough of an answer for you.
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Collaborating Like Killers
Deathmetalhead! Reader x Sinclair Brothers
Warnings: death metal, Bo being himself, mvrder, d3ath
A/N: WOW!!! PELLE POSTED FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FOREVER!!! NO WAY!!! Also title is a Carnifex song lol
Bo Sinclair
He’s into it.
Not as much as you are, but he’s a metal/hard rock fan *que Dried Up, Tied Up, and Dead to The World by Marilyn Manson*
If you have long hair, he’s a big fan.
He loves messing with it, pulling it, or just pushing it out of your face.
He can’t braid it or anything but. He tries.
He doesn’t like how it can get yourself hurt in a situation with a tourist.
He doesn’t hate your music, but won’t have it playing if you were in the shop with him and a tourist came along.
One time a tourist escaped the shop and found you walking down from the house.
They pulled you down to the dirt by your hair, using one hand to hold you by your hair and one to hold your hands behind your back
Bo was pissed, to say the least.
Of course, that victim went into the museum.
Bo liked to take you to remind you that he’ll always protect you.
Vincent Sinclair
Oh cool.
He didn’t really get it at first, but the more you introduced him to it, he liked it.
He never listened to it usually, but after a rough day, he’ll like to relax with you while listening to some Carnifex.
If you had long hair: god, he loves it.
He has long hair himself, so I’d like to think that he’s good at styling it, or at least taking care of it.
If you want, he’d wash your hair for you.
He likes to relax like that, you sitting in the warm bath water as he massages your scalp.
A dream come true.
He can braid, most definitely.
Trudy would probably have taught him about hair, saying, “When you have your special someone, you can always do their hair.”
If he’s stressed, he’ll want to listen to some heavy shit with you. Most being Cannibal Corpse, Mayhem, or Exhumed.
His favorite song would be Limb From Limb by Exhumed. No real reason.
He just likes it.
Lester Sinclair
(HES SO PRETTY ALSBDODLSBSH)
He’s not a big fan.
He doesn’t understand how people could listen to men screaming into their ears.
But whatever makes you happy.
You with long hair = Lester’s lab rat.
He always wanted to learn how to do hair, especially curling it.
You didn’t like to curl your hair, but Lester always gave you puppy eyes.
You couldn’t say no.
Lester wouldn’t be opposed to listening to it.
If you wanted to listen with him, he’ll bob his head a little bit.
But he could never listen on his own.
He might listen to a few songs, just to listen when he’s with you.
But in all, he loves you no matter what.
Metalhead or not.
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anyone from Portal? (But especially Chell and Doug Rattmann, since. Y'know. They're the only humans still alive during-game.)
My vote is for Doug would survive. The man lived for YEARS hiding in a place that wanted to kill him, he'd straight up refuse to go in the first place due to paranoia, and if he's shown to be pretty good at avoiding getting killed (repeatedly dodging turrets, avoiding going to dangerous situations in Aperture, etc). He's also fully willing to talk back to someone willing to kill him (See: Lab Rat) so that would likely be a bit of fun there. He's most likely to end up just not going there at all, though, so... Might not even count.
For Chell, though, I'm not sure if she would be able to make it out. I love her, but she's pretty unwilling to play along with tests/games. Also: She might have her long fall boots on her, so... She might be able to just jump out a window, even if the wolves get her. I know that the portal gun seems like it would change whether or not Chell would survive, but if it only works on moon rock-treated surfaces (Portal lore is fun to know about) so it definitely wouldn't work here.
Just my two cents about some of my faves! ^_^
There's a concept here with the vampires (particularly the Girlies) being strongly and consistently associated with the moon - or perhaps the moon being associated with the vampires. I can't quite make it come together. The Girlies functionally are moon dust... but in the precise opposite way from crushed regolith. Something something yonnic voids... yeah I dunno.
I was going to be skeptical of Doug Rattman being able to successfully hide in the walls of Dracula's actual house, like, Dracula lives there all the time, he definitely knows it better than you... but that's the same situation with GlaDOS isn't it? So... maybe??
Chell's defining feature seems to be not doing what she's told. She also is famously constantly trying to escape and apparently does not physically require sleep. The first two of those don't seem like features Dracula would tolerate for long. (The third is just funny in the context of the No Sleep For Anyone novel). She also had the best potato project, but I'm not sure that that helps.
I think she'd have a lot of trouble with the Girlies. They're harder to turn against each other than your average turret. And exploring off-limit spaces is another thing Chell is particularly good at. Sooner or later they'll catch her when Dracula's not around. Sooner or later Dracula will let them, because such determined escape attempts are getting tedious.
I think Chell can not survive Castle Dracula
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focus is bad today so for some reason that means More Cally O'Pia AU Stuff!! today we go back to How Is Psychonauts 1 Different because this was rattling around in my brain for a while
the biggest change is that Sheegor and Crispin's roles-slash-physical positions are swapped, which is a deliberate choice by "Loboto", who's putting everyone in positions where they can slow down the project and/or increase the chances that the Psychonauts can bust in and shut things down if and when they catch on to what's happening. Sheegor's basically Only guarding the elevator for fear of Mr. Pokeylope's safety (note: Pokeylope is perfectly safe and chill up in the tea room with Lilli; Cal just has to put up some kind of false threat so Sheegor doesn't just up and run, cause he doesn't want Oleander replacing her with someone more competent), and when she sees Raz genuinely helping the inmates - and assembling the Loboto disguise for good measure - she's very willing to let him slip by and hopefully stop the "doctor" and Oleander.
Once Raz does start his ascent up the tower, "Loboto" actually takes the place of Sheegor in the original game, and unlike her, he's actually trying to make sure Raz makes it upstairs rather than force him to turn back - by that point Oleander's brought in the brainless Sasha and Milla, so Cal knows Raz is basically his last chance to get things shut down. Much like Sheegor, he kind of lurks around in the shadows and never makes direct contact with Raz; unlike Sheegor, "Loboto" clears rubble to create or point out paths if/when Raz gets stuck instead of One Million Rats Explode Forever. (Once Raz gets to the top, he also Gets The Hell Out of Dodge and escapes to the Rhombus of Ruin - maybe he shuttles the inmates back to the mainland and/or helps Augustus get to Thorney Towers before he does; maybe he just literally peaces out. I haven't decided. Either way, he basically exits the story at that point.)
Last but not least, Crispin's now the guy actually working up in the lab, and serves as kind of a combination of Loboto and Sheegor in terms of the last obstacle Raz has to overcome (with Mr. Pokeylope's help, of course). Once again, "Loboto" put him in this position very deliberately - he's enough of a suck-up and flatterer that it helps keep Oleander from noticing that "Loboto" is very deliberately sabotaging things, but he's also a non-scientist with terrible cataracts, which is slowing down brain-tank production significantly. Raz basically just sneaks by him and sends him flying the same way he does Loboto in canon, and from there all's pretty much as normal with Oleander and his whole confrontation.
[Full image ID/transcript under cut!]
A black-and-white, digital ink drawing featuring Psychonauts characters from Puzz's "Cally O'Pia AU". On the top left border of the page is a text box reading "Thorney Towers / The Lab of Dr. Loboto". Along the bottom left edge are drawings of four characters all standing in fairly neutral poses, facing the viewer: Sheegor, the AU version of "Doctor Loboto" (differentiated by round glasses instead of magnifier lenses, no scars on his head, and having both natural arms wearing gloves instead of a prosthetic right arm), Crispin (holding a brain in a jar), and Oleander. In the top right corner, there is a drawing of Raz in the dilapidated portion of Thorney Towers, looking over his shoulder at a silhouetted Loboto in the far background. Each character as well as the top right drawing has a caption, indicated by an arrow pointing from the text to the drawing.
Sheegor:
Guarding the elevator & watching the inmates. Lets Raz up after he proves he's there to help & assembles a disguise for Crispin.
"Doctor Loboto":
Actually Cally O'Pia, keeps up the Loboto persona with everyone but Oleander. Deliberately stationed Sheegor & Crispin to maximize chances of Psychonauts shutting this down.
Crispin:
Assisting in the lab, takes this very seriously. Doesn't suspect Loboto is an undercover agent.
Oleander:
Same as he ever was. Functionally blackmailing "Loboto" into helping, but isn't present enough to notice his subtle sabotage.
Instead of Sheegor following Raz through the tower and trying to stop him from getting to the lab, "Loboto" follows to keep an eye on his progress and occasionally create or reveal a path.
End ID.
#anonymous puzzler art#long post /#you thought cally o pia au was done? sorry friends the ride never ENDS. HE HEE HEE#psychonauts spoilers#ok now i just have to think of a fifth tag so i don't have to accost the psychonauts tag with this nonsense. there we go. solved#psychonauts
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For "your court of owls batfam" au , how would Bruce react if Cobb ever got seriously hurt to the point of maybe having to be replaced? Also how do Dick and Jason feel about Cobb? Do they get along or is it strictly professional?
MWAHAHA I GOT ONE PERSON INTERESTED IN THIS AU ALREADY! *cheers*
Okay so Talon lore is that very little can keep a Talon down permanently. They can even regrow limbs if given enough time! So that’s neat. But basically replacing Talons isn’t a practice often exercised.
I know the Court canonically tried getting rid of Cobb in the Court of Owls saga because he got defeated by Batman and they didn’t think he’d “recover from the shame of being so thoroughly deafeated”.
It therefore stands to reason that he’s aware that he’s easily replaceable (there is always more than one Talon at any given time, although stored away in cryo usually) if he doesn’t perform to the Court’s expectations. Cobb is the best, been the best, Talon for over a century (?) now, but that means nothing if he fails to fulfill his missions.
So let’s say Cobb gets heavily injured by something that shouldn’t have been much of a challenge for a Talon. Let’s say his inattention/hubris/whatever nearly gets Bruce killed—-
That would be scandalous.
For one, his injuries will take several weeks to heal. Weeks in which the Voice will be virtually defenseless without their Talon. This is unacceptable.
And Two, some regular two bit criminals should have never been able to best a Talon in such a way. It’s a disgrace to the Court.
No, no, a new Talon must take Cobb’s place now. He has become obsolete. His services have been appreciated, but, “oh, you understand dear Talon, don’t you? The weak must be culled from the flock”.
And Cobb understands. He does. He’d thought- he thought he’d have more time, though. Time to convince Bruce to let him train the boy after all, to make sure his Voice is protected even after Cobb is gone. That the Court’s machinations will not see Bruce dead before the year is done because the new Talon will not know that Bruce is the best thing to have happened to the Court in a century. They will end up killing Bruce, killing Dick— (he shouldn’t care- he doesn’t care. He doesn’t. He doesn’t. He doesn’t-)
But then Bruce storms into the labs like the onset of a hurricane, all righteous fury and indignation, Dick hot on his heels (wide eyed and still too little with not enough training to hold out against the new Talon long enough to at least escape) demanding what the fuck is going on and why his Talon isn’t back by his side yet.
And he doesn’t accept the scientists’ reasonings that Cobb has done his duty; has become “outdated”. Doesn’t accept the reassurances of the “new one” being just as good— no, better, than the previous one. Doesn’t accept that a new Talon is supposed to protect him now. (“Him or none,” Bruce says, tone colder than the permafrost of the arctic, and at his side Dick’s eyes flash with unvoiced threat. “Now get out of my way.”)
As to the relationship between Cobb and the kids, well. His and Dick’s relationship is tense at first. Cobb has no interest being anything of a family to him despite their blood relations. He only sees Dick as a potential new (and perfect) Talon that could keep Bruce safe if he himself is deemed “outdated”. He’s not happy about all the potential “going to waste” by Dick being made Bruce’s ward, being allowed to live a sort of normal life. But once Dick approaches him for some training in physical combat… well. Sorry, Cobb tried. He really did. But Dick Grayson invented charisma, and even Cobb isn’t immune. He grudgingly starts liking the kid but will deny that until he’s blue in the face. Dick ends up being the Gray Son of Gotham, the highest ranking court member after Bruce with the training of a Talon.
With Jason it’s more straight forward. At first Cobb is pissed at Bruce for taking in a “street rat” and intending to adopt him, but… well, Jason grows on him “like fungus” (a direct quote). At first Cobb doesn’t really know what to make of Jason. The kid is loud and aggressive, but shrinks away like a wilting flower at the first signs of someone raising their voice. (He’s soft, Cobb thinks. The Court will eat him alive.)
But Jason’s also got a spine of steel as he clearly demonstrates when he jumps Cobb with a knife after an unfortunate misunderstanding where he assumed Bruce was in danger of him, and that kind of loyalty at least he can work with. (The kid’s still soft inside as all get out, but he’s excellent at covering it up with violence and bravado, and his charm is that he’s honest in a way so utterly foreign to the Court that it endears him to all the trustworthy members within a few months).
Jason becomes The Heart of the Court, the morality that Bruce was starting to have trouble clinging to; keeping them all on the right path towards a better future. A better Gotham.
(Cobb absolutely loves the children as much as Bruce does. It just takes him a bit longer to get there. And Jason is his favorite sorry I don’t make the rules. COUGH.)
#wait what do we even call the ship?#now there’s a thought lmao#Cobb is a cynical little shit#or a tsundere#both I guess#he denies having affection for anybody#least of all Bruce#sorry but that’s only his Voice#a job#(he said while methodically gutting two people vaguely mentioning hurting Bruce)#and the children are little pests#(he said while bringing them hot cocoa)#Alfred ‘you are an idiot!’ pennyworth#Bruce ‘worlds greatest detective but oblivious to feelings’ Wayne#William Cobb#crackship#Bruce Wayne#jason todd#batfamily#dick grayson#batfam#court of owls#talon#court family
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Hug head cannons with da bois
I’m feeling soft so you guys get soft. Enjoy!
This wasn’t supposed to be x reader but I’m throwing in a few x reader headcannons because my brain went *microwave noises* and I said yes.
Raph
He gives very secure and warm hugs. He grew up being protective and comforting his brothers so his hugs just feel safe.
I find it funny how the sharpest and pokiest (if that makes sense) brother is the softest, especially with hugs.
When he hugs you for the first time it’s a little weird, he’s not used to you. He’s used to a little rat man, a tiny ass fire cracker (April, she’s like, 4’8/142cm) or turtles.
So when he first hugs you he’s more actually figuring out how to hug you best. He’s trying to learn where best to hold you and how to angle his sharp pokes (I forgot the name for his sharp little thingies, they poke out so I’m calling them pokes) away from you while still being comfortable for him and you.
All in all, Raphs hugs are really nice. The hugging king.
Leo
This Boi is L A N K. More my personal headcannon than anything else. In my opinion he would have a bigger reach, nothing big. His arms are just a tiny bit longer than his brothers (aside from Raph of course) which he likes to hold over his brothers heads all the time.
ANYWAYS because of his long-ish arms he can just grab you and pull you into a hug randomly. Which he does more often than he would admit. It’s more of a side hug than a proper one but they’re also very casual. Like, he’ll grab you, lean in close and point out something he’s looking at, or whisper some dumb joke into your ear, or he’ll just keep an arm over your shoulder or wrapped around your waist. Depends on what you’re okay with.
When he hugs someone he more cradles the person, with arms wrapped around the person he tucks them in close. It feels safe but different from the way it feels safe with Raph. After the events of the movie it feels like he’s trying to protect the person from something he’s personally experienced.
His hugs are long and either very casual and calm or heartfelt and protective. No in between but they are always comfy.
Donnie
His hugs are few and far between but when he does give a hug they’re a little stiff but he makes up for it with good pressure. My thought is he doesn’t do good with feather soft touches so he doesn’t give feather soft touches. Therefore his hugs are solid. When he hugs someone it is a solid hug.
Sometimes if he’s got his mech arm battleshell on he’ll give head pats which are always 10/10.
If he trusts you a lot he might ask for help with sensory, letting you lay on top of him with a weighted blanket, playing with your shirt or hair, letting you fiddle with his bandana or hands. When he asks you for help with dealing with sensory issues you know he doesn’t just trust you. He trusts you.
On a small side note, if you have problem with senses and stuff he’s always willing to help you in anyway possible. Need a weighted blanket? Here he’s got 20 of different textures, weights and sizes. Need some place quiet but with some white noise? Come sit in his lab, he’s been meaning to finish a project. Whatever you might need he’s sure he can help with.
Over all, his hugs are nice if a little stiff, but when he really trusts you there are really soft moments when you get to comfort each other.
Mikey
Mikey is rather affectionate. Not just through hugs but through touch in general. However his hugs tend to be quick tight squeezes that are very sweet. Fast but very nice.
He’s rather flexible so he’s able to just grab a person, hug them and run. Kinda like Leo in a way.
His hugs feel sweet like a sugary treat. A type of high that is fast, contagious and energetic but fleeting in its own way, the upside is that there’s no negative side effects.
When Mikey hugs someone to comfort them he’s much more gentle, the hug is for longer and it means a little more than his usual hugs.
When he hugs you it’s almost like a game. He likes to see how many hugs he can get in a day do he’s always running off giggling after pulling you into a really nice hug. It’s fun.
Generally Mikey’s hugs are really sweet and fun, great for goofy moments or just when you’re so happy you have to hug the person closest to you.
Okay! That concludes Da Bois. I would have done Splinter but no, nobodies getting a hug from that old man and it got a little to long to put April in as well. Anyways, hope you enjoyed this as much as I loved writing it!!
#fandom: rottmnt#rottmnt#c: Mikey#c: Raph#c: Leo#c: Donnie#rottmnt leo#Leo x reader/p#Raph x reader/p#mikey x reader/p#Donnie x reader/p#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt mikey#rottmnt raph#x reader#rottmnt x reader
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Dottore x Reader
CW: Reader throws up once.
Imagine knowing Dottore back when he was a scholar and being one of the few that was kind to him. (Most were just curt. They had few emotions and were all about function and work, not being nice or mean.) However, that doesn't mean you approved of some of his less moral experiments. Regardless, you try to be nice to him. You never actively try to stop him from doing his experiments, only proposing new ways of approach. So when he's being exiled from academia, the first thing he does is come looking for you. You're the only one who was kind to him. The only one who understands.
You give him your condolences, but when he tells you to come with him, you refuse. Sumeru is your home. academia is… well, it's not the best but what would happen if you left? Dottore insists he's got a plan. Sort of. That only makes you more skeptical. Plus... you aren't sure you like the crazed look in his eyes.
The last time you saw that kind of expression he had burst into the lab you were working in, covered in blood and wouldn't stop talking about the extremely gruesome experiment he just did. You can't tell if you did the right thing by just swallowing the rising bile in your throat and nodding along. If you voiced your fear and disagreement now, he might make you into one of his test subjects, but because you didn't turn him away, Dottore started to think that you thought it was okay. That you were just like him. Why else would you be nice? Why else would you offer to clean the blood off him?
You're scared.
Unlike him, you feel trapped by the academia. It is your home after all. Where else would you go?
Dottore promises that he'll find a way to free you. Free you from their so-called "morales" and their restrictions and expectations. instead, you'll be his partner. You two will unlock the secrets of the gods' power without those damn academia rats. He insists you come with him.
You realized that he likes you more than any of your peers. That's why he's here. That's why he's insisting you come with him. And the thing is, if it was for any other reason, you might've said yes. But you don't want to experiment on people. You don't want to evoke the gods' wrath. You know academia is corrupt, but you also know that it does have some morals and that's a good thing. You use the excuse that you're afraid to leave. You say you (sort-of) have a family here, you can't go. You make plenty of excuses and watch in slight fear as Dottore's face falls and morphs into an angry expression.
Were you deceiving him? Are you just like all those other rats? That cower and bow to the archons? Were you lying to him about being his friend? He storms out of the lab, and you breathe a shaky sigh. Dottore is angry at the thoughts but can't help the other half of his mind that insists you're to come with him. Then it dawns on him. You're afraid. You've grown up in the academia. Your home is in sumeru. And you've grown up indoctrinated to the archons. You're afraid because you're used to being punished for pushing the boundaries.
He remembers all the times you would hide in his lab with him when there were massive ceremonies worshiping the greater lord going on. You're just like him. You don't actually care. (It’s actually that you don't like how intense the people's reverence is, it isn't that you hate the gods like he does). Still. Dottore only thought of it as you needing to be set free. Freed from this cage. But of course being a little bird, you are fearful of leaving the home they've made for you.
Don't worry. Dottore will show you the light. He will help you.
You're afraid of leaving, which is all the more reason for him to take you with him. That's what he thinks.
So he does what he does to his test subjects sometimes, though he's far more gentle with you. He makes you sleep with a powder on a cloth against your nose and mouth at night in your room. He grabs a number of your things and shoves them
into a bag.
He has to admit that you two may not have anywhere to go for a while. but he's determined. determined for you. He carries you and sets everything up, doing his best to comfortably lay you over the second horse which he holds the reins to as he, on a horse of his own, guides out of the city.
He decides to head for liyue. Perhaps he can get them to give him funding. Though... They only care about mora. Like those idiot mercenaries. Constantly inventing new things for any sponsors would just be a drag and interrupt his true research. Hm...
You wake up halfway to Gandharva Ville and nearly fall off the horse with how panicked you become. Luckily Dottore helps you.
You two rest on the ground as he explains what he did. You almost scream in horror. You're now far away from home, the academia, with a man you know likes to kill people.
Oh nononono. Not good!
Dottore sees the panicked look on your face and thinks it's because you two don't have funding right now.
This man has a one track mindset.
He reassures you that he's got a plan. He's headed for Liyue port. You two will travel to another country. Probably Fontaine as they'll understand you two pursuing human enhancements and innovation.
You do your best to calm yourself down. Maybe in the village you can get help. For now... oh archons... what should you do? Keep going along with him? Resist? You probably can't go back to the academia. They probably all think you've sided with him. But being so agreeable is what put you in this mess in the first place.
You tell dottore that you'd like to rest at the village. Your ribs hurt from you being on the horse in such a position and he nods. Of course of course. He said he'd take care of you. Your health is important to him.
You'd find that sweet if the situation wasn't so scary.
It's in the village that dottore us approached by Pierro. The offer of funding and lack of restrictions has Dottore instantly shaking his hand and promising to do his– and yours– best work. All three of you will set off for Snezhnaya in the morning.
Dottore is so excited to break the news to you.
That's how you ended up here. In the land of love and snow.
You're more chilled by Dottore's growing obsession and cruelness. But you go along with what he tells you to do. Do your best to not think about these people as... Well, people. No. Instead they’re test subjects. Rats in a cage. But even back then... you cared about the rats.
You ask if you can do some of your own experiments. Go with your own research. Dottore is sad you don't want to be his partner and see the progress first hand, but he understands the need to pursue one's own curiosity so he says yes.
You lock yourself in the second lab and throw up in the sink. All the fear and pain and horror come up and out of your mouth.
You shriek when a hand soothingly rubs your back. How did he get in? Dottore smiles at you. Well, of course he has a key to both labs. He has to be able to check on you once in a while. The same way you do him.
What a caring thing you are.
He pinches your cheek.
Don't worry. It'll be okay. You've got everything you need. And he's by your side, so you know for certain that he will help make things right for you.
You shakily nod and thank him. There's not coming back from all of this. Perhaps you should just throw yourself into your research and try and focus on the... love Dottore is giving you.
You look into his eyes and see them calm. For once. He's crazy, for sure, but... the only thing he cares about just as much as his research, is you.
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i think its so funny when youre on the wrong side of the pjsk fandom before you get into it because you will see people talking about rui like hes trying to kill tsukasa and is literally making saw traps just to put that guy in them like a lab rat and is just absolutely evil and manipulative and then you actually read the stories and rui is just such a kind and caring guy that when tsukasa did get hurt by his machines [ON ACCIDENT] he straight up went welp. guess im never doing anything dangerous ever again and im a failure as a director and only got over it when tsukasa started screaming at him that he likes his crazy ideas and if he didnt want to do them he simply wouldnt. or when rui got hurt when tsukasa couldnt test the thing out and his thought was just "well im glad it wasnt tsukasa that got hurt :] it would really mess up the show if our star✩ was the injured one"
or you will see people talking about ena like shes the worst person ever and is just mean to everyone for fun and hates everyone with her whole being. and again. you read the stories and shes just a girl that struggles with her emotions. shes trying her best but she just never learned how to control her emotions and how to deal with them because she lives in a home where everyone feels somewhat hostile towards her, especially her father who she feels only wants to aggravate her on purpose because he never clearly communicates with her. you can see she is very kind and caring as well, especially visible with how she treats mizuki and their secret. yes shes mean at first but shes clearly trying to work on her issues and do better. her relationship with akito is very complicated but she clearly cares about him too, which is shown in the childhood flashback where she tells him that he should find something to do that he loves and stick to it, she encouraged him to not give up so easily on something if it feels right and he lives by those words to this day.
and akito is portrayed as an asshole, especially to ena, but he also clearly cares about her. hes not good at stating it but he clearly shows it with my favourite example being when ena was having something of a breakdown and was trashing her art supplies. akito walked in, agitated at the noise but as soon as he saw what she was doing he was clearly worried. he didnt want her giving up on her passion, just like ena didnt want him to give up on his. of course, ena in the emotional state she was in didnt listen, but akito knows her. his "you will regret this" mightve been taken as mean and something he said just to be annoying but it wasnt. he said that because he knows his sister and how much she wants to create, and she would definetly regret getting rid of all that stuff. he tried his best to calm her down in some way, to talk to her, to give her some time to think about this and if this is really something she wants to do or if her emotions are getting the best of her again.
i think about that moment at least 5 times a day because its such a nothing scene but it actually shows so much to me, as someone who was both ena and akito in similar situations. sorry i care a lot about the shinonome siblings they mean the world to me
tldr: rui isnt a manipulative ass he just has a hobby, ena isnt a bitch she just doesnt know how to deal with emotions properly and has trouble understanding how others feel, and akito isnt a shitling of a brother he actually tries his best
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