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He freezes. Doesn't know what the hell else to do.
He can't picture it: Derek can't remember the last time somebody put their arms around him.
Was it Laura?
Of course it was Laura. How could he forget that? Derek has gotten pretty good at blocking things out—a little too good, it seems.
She didn't tell him she was going before she left New York. Didn't say a fucking word, just vanished. Derek had woken up one morning and she was gone. She'd known without doubt that Derek would only follow her if she had said a single word to him.
Nobody ever granted Derek’s wishes, no matter who he prayed to. The desperate pleas where he asked to go back and get a chance to fix things, they all went unheard.
Laura left to go back to the place they both wished still existed just as it had; a place they were wanted alive, not dead. It wasn't fair that it was the very same place they would be hunted down if they did return, like the rabid animals the Argent's presumed they were.
Leaving the way they did meant they hadn't gotten the chance to see if anything was left at the house. They couldn't mark graves, or grieve properly.
That same place also happened to be the place they'd been born, the place they'd grown up and called home.
Derek had never wanted Laura to face all of that alone.
The burnt down house. The nothing where there was once everything.
The thought still haunts him. One of so fucking many.
Beacon Hills is home—but it's the home Derek had helped raze to the ground with his selfishness and stupidity. Everything he and Laura had ever known, everyone they'd ever loved, it was all gone, now. Derek had taken those things away from his sister and hadn't even had the guts to tell her. Tell Laura they were all gone because of him, tell her that everything that had happened to their family, to them, was all his fault.
In the aftermath of the fire Laura hugged Derek, and had kept hugging him, over and over in those weeks and months and years that followed. She would pull him into her arms hold him tight, whenever she could sense it was all getting to be too much for him again.
Alpha.
Big sister.
But Laura only knew about some of the reasons why it sometimes felt like too much effort for Derek to keep on breathing.
He never told her about Kate.
And Derek, the fucking coward, he'd allowed Laura to hold him, feeling the flames of shame on his cheeks every time, hot as those that took the lives of his parents. His family. His pack.
Now, he remembers that last time.
“I'm going out.”
Laura stood up, walked around the two mismatched armchairs and stopped him by throwing both her arms around his neck, pulling him into her and hugging him, scenting him.
It always took him a moment to respond these days, but Derek hugged her back.
“What's this for?”
“You. Because I know whomever's bed you end up in tonight, you won't be asking for one of these.”
Oh, fuck no. Derek couldn't handle that. Did she think he was out sleeping with people? Never again, not after…
He pushed his sister off him, gently; a stark contrast to the harsh words that followed.
“Don't fucking coddle me. And fuck you, Laura—I don't sleep in anybody's fucking bed but my own.” A single mattress on the floor of the lounge of their shitty one bedroom apartment. Derek had so many shameful memories, and crawling into his sister's bed every night for the first year after the fire was one of them. “Just—leave me alone.”
Laura was the one—the only—person Derek had left in the entire world, yet his guilt was constantly pushing her away.
“Then where do you go to all these nights, little brother? You might not be clinging to me anymore, night after night, nightmare after nightmare, but you're so rarely in your own bed in the mornings.” She hadn't meant it as a dig. She was his sister and she loved him.
Maybe she thought he was making progress? Seeing people. Moving on.
Derek spent his nights waiting outside of dive bars, hanging around in back alleys and dark places, desperately trying to find scumbags he could taunt who were big enough and hard enough to at least attempt to kick the living shit out of him.
Derek hated being a werewolf, now. He wanted to get hurt and stay hurt.
“Just—out.”
Then Derek turned his back on Laura, leaving her to stand there and watch him walk away as he left her to go out looking for a fight, without looking back.
That was the last time somebody put their arms around Derek—and the last time he saw his sister alive.
It was two years ago. Derek doesn’t think he has taken a full breath, since.
Now here he is, standing in his big stupid loft that he bought for his betas—yet another pack he managed to destroy—having given away more than he should, with skinny yet strong arms wrapping themselves as far around his shoulders as they can reach.
Stiles.
“You don't have to hug back. But you can, if you want to. I won't tell,” the kid jokes. It's his way to connect, his connection to the world. A coping mechanism, Derek thinks.
He knows all about those.
“I…” he doesn't have the first fucking clue of how to handle this. Or how to admit he needs it—to himself, let alone somebody else. He doesn't know how to admit that he wants it.
But this is Stiles. The one person in Derek's life who seems, for some unfathomable reason, to give a fuck about Derek. To care about him.
Slowly, very slowly, Derek lifts an arm and awkwardly rests a hand on Stiles's upper back, feels the muscles jump slightly under the kid's baggy clothes as he tentatively spreads his fingers and finds the back of Stiles's neck.
Stiles's voice hitches just a touch as he says, “These can be on tap, you know. If you want them. Stilinski hugs are the best hugs, dude. Believe.”
And Derek finds he does believe. For the first time in forever, Derek believes there could be something good in his life again.
More confidently, now, he brings his other arm up to wrap around Stiles's waist and hugs Stiles tighter, properly, and allows himself to be hugged back.
Derek wonders how he has gone so long without this kind of closeness. Lived without this kindness.
He decides to let the 'dude' pass. Because maybe—maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all, to be somebody's dude?
Stiles's dude.
It's a fucking ridiculous moniker and yet Derek suddenly couldn't care less.
“I think I'd like that,” he whispers into the forbidden place where Stiles's jaw meets long, pale neck. "Dude."
Derek can feel Stiles's smile as the kid squeezes him harder. And, ironically, Derek feels as if he can breathe again.
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for @greyhavenisback bc i want to hug you in person and can't <3 (unedited, forgive me!)
#sterek#sterek ficlet#sterek fic#sterek oneshot#POV derek#derek hale#stiles stilinski#derek x stiles#stiles x derek#m/m#queer fic#teen wolf#teen wolf fic#sterek fanfic#sterek fanfiction#teen wolf fanfic#teen wolf fanfiction#fanfiction#fanfic#fic#laura hale#derek and laura#hale pack feels#angst#hurt/comfort#hugs#derek hale deserves nice things#stiles stilinski is a nice thing#tcats writes#teencopandthesourwolf
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Jaune OF #2
Beacon Academy is in chaos, a manhunt is going on. Most of the female students, and some males, are looking for a sexy man. Target: Jaune Arc. They want him dead or alive, I mean just alive, they need him alive. No one is going to die today… I hope.
Girl 1: Have you seen him?!
Girl 2: He is not in the cafeteria!
Girl 1: Where are you SexyKinght?!!
People search every floor, every room, even every closet. No place is safe for Jaune Arc, but for some reason... they can't find him. Is this the work of an incredible mind that knows how to stay in the shadows or maybe knows how to keep a low profile to fool everyone in their face? Only Oum knows what kind of person they are dealing with.
Girl 1: Wait a minute?
The girl sees a person with blond hair. This makes her suspicious and she decides to investigate who she is.
Girl 1: Hey, wait!
The girl approaches the blond young man. She grabs his shoulder and flips him over in a snap.
Girl 1: Got you! Wait, you're not my SexyKnight.
In front of her was a person who looks like Jaune. The only difference is that he has a big and majestic mustache. His mustache is so beautiful that the girl can't stop looking at it.
Felipe: Hola, my name is Felipe.
Girl 1: Felipe?
Felipe: Si, I am an exchange student.
Girl 1: Exchange student?
Felipe: Yes, I'm here for an academic program.
Out of nowhere an orange haired girl appears with the same beautiful but dazzling mustache.
Gloria: And I am his compañera, Gloria!
Girl 1: Ooookey…. Have you seen this handsome daddy?
She pulls a picture out of her pocket of Jaune choking on a sandwich.
Gloria: Hahaha! They used a good angle for y- Agh!!
Felipe hits Gloria with his elbow right in the ribs and then responds to the girl.
Felipe: No, I have never seen that man in my life. Nunca e visto a ese hombre en mi vida. He looks boring.
She then looks at Gloria.
Gloria: Yo tampoco! (Me neither!)
The girl is confused by Gloria's response in Spanish.
Girl 1: I-I see...
She then puts her precious photo of Jaune in her pocket and takes out a piece of paper and a pen. She writes something on the paper and gives it to Felipe.
Girl 1: If you see him, please call me or send me a message with his location.
The girl leaves with her friend, leaving Felipe and Gloria alone. Felipe throws the piece of paper to the ground and they relax. He takes a deep breath and crouches down as he supports himself on his knees.
Felipe (Jaune): Oh my goodness. I thought they already found us.
In Gloria's case, she is still happy and touching her mustache.
Gloria (Nora): I'm more surprised that these mustaches fooled them. How did you come up with such an amazing idea?
Felipe (Jaune): I'm more worried about the future hunters and huntresses of this academy after we tricked them so easily. I mean, how can they be so clueless?
After a little rest, he gets up.
Felipe (Jaune): Ok, we should focus. There we have to keep moving and we have to get to the Bullhead port without being discovered. Once out of the academy, we can be quiet and you can start a rumor that SexyKnight is someone else.
She stands at attention and salutes him.
Gloria (Nora): Of course my beautiful leader. I will follow him until the end of time.
Felipe (Jaune): I'm still a little mad at you.
Nora pouts at his comment.
They walk down the hall until they reach a new corridor. Jaune looks to both sides and sees a group of students on the left side. He waits for the right moment to slip past them. The students start to walk in the opposite direction from them and Jaune uses that opportunity to continue on his way.
Felipe (Jaune): OK let's go.
They walk quietly to the right. Jaune takes a couple of glances back to make sure no one is following them and to check that the students haven't turned around and seen them. Without paying attention to where he is walking, Jaune bumps into a door that just opened in front of him.
Felipe (Jaune): Agh!
Gloria (Nora): Jefe!!
On the other side of the door a rabbit girl looks out to see what happened and realizes that she hit someone with the door by accident.
Velvet: Oh my gosh!!
She kneels to check if her classmate was hurt.
Velvet: Are you okay? Did you get hurt?
Felipe (Jaune): (Oh Shit! is Velvet! Play it cool Jaune, play it cool!)
He takes a deep breath and gets into character.
Felipe (Jaune): Estoy bien. I'm fine.
Velvet doesn't answer but stares at him as if she's trying to solve a puzzle. He notices this and is concerned.
Felipe (Jaune): I have something on my face? (Does she know who I am?)
Those words make Velvet react and she blushes from how embarrassed she is for staring at him.
Velvet: I'm so sorry, you look like the guy I'm looking for. Have you seen a tall boy who is blonde named Jaune? You may have seen him in one of your classes.
Felipe (Jaune): Sorry, I don't know that hombre.
Velvet turns to see the girl next to Jaune.
Velvet: How about you? Have you seen a guy with that description?
Gloria (Nora): Que?
Velvet: I see, thank you very much. Umm…let me help you up.
Velvet shows him her hand, Jaune takes it, and he gets up.
Felipe (Jaune): Gracias
Velvet: You're welcome… Well, I'm leaving. Sorry again for hitting you with the door.
Felipe (Jaune): Don't worry, I hope you find the person you're looking for.
Gloria (Nora): Adios!!
Each of them went their own way. Suddenly velvet feels like she kicked something. She looks at what it was and sees that it is a phone. She reaches down to pick it up.
Velvet: Hey, I think you dropped your phone!
Just as she picks up the phone, the screen lights up, showing an image of Team JNPR. Jaune checks his pockets and realizes that it is his phone. Unaware that Velvet saw the image, he went to retrieve it.
Felipe (Jaune): Muchas gracias, I didn't realize I dropped it.
Jaune holds out his hand to receive his phone.
Velvet: No problem...
She stands up, turns around, and in a single motion she rips off Jaune's fake mustache.
Velvet: ...Jaune.
Jaune immediately covers his mouth and begins to scream in pain.
Jaune: MIERDA, MI BIGOTE! (FUCK, MY MOUSTACHE!) PUTA MADRE! (MOTHERFUCKER!)
Velvet doesn't react to this and looks at him with a blank stare.
Velvet: I know it's you, Jaune.
Jaune continues to scream in pain and looks at Velvet. He sees that she doesn't react the way he wanted and slowly lowers the tone of his scream until he falls silent.
Jaune: Hey, you can't blame me for trying.
Velvet: Let me get to the point, I want to take some pictures of you…
Jaune: That doesn't sound bad.
Velvet:...Naked
Jaune: And there it is. When?
Velvet is surprised at his unusual response.
Velvet: Sorry?
Jaune: You want to take pictures of me, right? When do you want to do it?
Velvet: I… I didn't expect you to accept. I had a whole plan on how to blackmail you in my head. But then you tell me that it's ok?
Jaune: Ok ok ok, look I don't have all day. I don't know if you noticed but I have the whole school looking for me. When do you want to take the photos? Oh, and can I have my phone back, please?
Velvet: Yes of course.
She hands him the phone and he puts it in his pocket.
Velvet: How about today at 5:30pm? In my room.
Jaune: Sounds good. Just let me check with my agent if I'm free at that time. Oh look, speaking of the devil, he's right behind you.
Velvet: You have an agent?
She turns around but no one is there. After a few seconds she realizes she was tricked and looks back to where Jaune was. He was no longer standing in front of her. He was running to the opposite side of her with Nora on her shoulder looking at Velvet's direction. The only thing left were the fake mustaches on the floor. From afar, Nora can be heard screaming.
Nora: So long, sucker!!!
Velvet: You trick me!!!
She pulls out her phone and talks to someone.
Velvet: He is heading to the training area. I repeat, he is heading to the training area!!!
Back with our favorite duo. Jaune is running down the hall while Nora is still on her shoulder.
Nora: So where are we going now? Do we follow the same plan or…?
Jaune: We will continue with the plan. We just need to change our route a bit. Maybe we can use the back door to the training room? Oh the lockers! We can use the lockers to escape! I am a genius!
????: Yes you are~
Jaune: What the fuck?
At that moment, a machine gun is heard and a line of bullets comes out of the wall and blocks their path. That scares them and Jaune drops Nora to the ground. She got up and stood behind him.
Jaune: Holy shit!!
Nora: We are under attack!!
The machine gun stops and from the hole in the wall appears the incomparable Coco Adel. She looks at Jaune and smiles at him.
Coco: Hello Jaune~
Then she turns to see Nora but with a look of disgust.
Coco: Nora.
Nora, still behind Jaune, answers her.
Nora: Rude!
Jaune feels the danger that Coco emits right now, so he decides to do what he knows better than anyone. Fool people with nonsense.
Jaune: Hi Coco, you look amazing today. Are those new sunglasses?
She points her gun at them and approaches them
Coco: Yes they are new. Thank you for noticing it.
Jaune: No problem. Can I help you with something?
Coco: I need you to confirm something for me. Is that you in this photo?
She shows him a picture of a man wearing Pumpkin Pete's Trunks-type underwear, and he's displaying a colossal package.
Jaune: That ain't me.
Coco: Really?~ Wouldn't you mind if I ask you to take off your shirt to see if that's true?
Jaune: (Ok, Jaune, think. It's Coco you're dealing with, so you can't trick her like the others. She's one of the best fighters and she's smart. What should I do?)
As Jaune thinks of a solution, as Coco gets closer and closer to them. Nora puts herself between her and Jaune to protect him.
Nora: Stay back!
Coco: Relax, I just want to know if it's him, ok? Jaune, if you want I can give you a hand? But I must tell you that my hand tends to slip sometimes.
After hearing that last sentence, an idea came to mind. It's a low blow, but it'll work.
Jaune: *Quietly* Nora, play along with me no matter what happens.
He takes a deep breath and suddenly executes his plan.
Jaune: *Gasp* Coco Adele! That is sexual harassment!
Coco: What?! No, it was just a joke!
Nora: *Quietly* Oh, I see what you're doing. You are evil. *To Coco* Sexual harassment is never a joke!
Jaune starts acting like he's really crying.
Jaune: I've always admired you, and now I find out that you do these things?!
Coco is taken out of her comfort zone, and she panics.
Coco: I didn't mean too! It was a joke, I swear!
Jaune: *Looks away* I can't trust you anymore.
Nora: Perverted!
Coco: I am not a pervert!
Jaune: I need some time alone.
Nora turns around and comforts him.
Nora: Everything will be fine Jaune, don't worry. *To Coco* Are you happy now?!
Coco: It wasn't my intention, I'm really sorry.
Nora: Look, just go away.
Coco begins to walk backwards to leave and continues to apologize.
Coco: I'm sorry.
Out of nowhere Velvet appears on the other side, leaving Jaune and Nora in between her and Coco.
Velvet: Do not believe them! They are lying to you! He's not even crying!
Jaune is very upset that Velvet revealed his plan. All that effort wasted. He gets up and turns to see Velvet.
Jaune: God damn it! This is why they bully you!
They all gasp in surprise at that comment.
Nora: Jaune!
Jaune: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I got a little angry there. I just want to get out of here, and you girls look at me with lustful eyes. I have every right to be mean to you, at least just for today.
Velvet: Seems fair to me, but that's not the point! You're trapped now, there's nowhere to go!
Velvet and Coco begin to approach them. Nora and Jaune are back to back. Nora looking at Velvet and Jaune looking at Coco.
Nora: *Panic* What will we do now?! We don't have our weapons with us!
Jaune: Relax, just... just let me think, ok?
Coco: Thinking about what Jaune? You guys are in the middle of a hallway, surrounded.
Jaune: *Still thinking* Shut up!
Velvet: Just give in and let me show your body to the world with my photography. We will be the window of new inspiration!
Jaune: *Quietly* Window?
At that moment a light bulb goes on in Jaune's head.
Jaune: Nora, get ready to do "The Wrecking Ball"!
Velvet/Coco: The what?
Nora: But Jaune, I don't have my weapon!
Jaune: *Turns to her* Use me.
Nora: But...
Jaune: I have a lot of Aura, trust me.
Nora: O-Ok...
Nora grabs Jaune by the collar of his shirt and his belt and starts spinning him around without stopping.
Coco: What are they doing?!
Nora: AAAAH!!!
Nora screams as she picks up more speed. The two girls can feel a bit of wind coming off of them. At that moment Velvet realized what they were planning to do.
Velvet: Coco stop them!
But it was too late.
Nora: HYAAAH!!!
She let Jaune go towards the wall. The impact caused debris to fall, leaving Velvet and Coco blinded for a moment. When everything is clear, all they can see is a large hole in the wall, a window to freedom.
Coco: Holy shit! Is he crazy?!
Velvet takes a look outside the hole in the wall and doesn't see Nora or Jaune anywhere.
Velvet: They escaped. We'll have to start the search again.
Coco: I heard them talking something about the lockers. Maybe we should set a trap for them there.
Pyrrha: Good idea!
Velvet/Coco: Huh?
They turn to look behind them and out of nowhere they are knocked out.
Meanwhile:
Jaune and Nora are hiding behind some bushes in the courtyard. Nora checking the coast for enemies, while Jaune recovers with his aura.
Nora: So, are we going to change our plan?
Jaune: Let me rest first and then we'll see. Most likely, yes. But give me about 15 minutes, okay?
Nora: Ok
Jaune: Thank you.
He says as he closes his eyes to rest. While they try to take a breath. A new group has them in their sights.
May: *Using heat vision binoculars* I see someone hiding in the bushes.
Neon: It must be Jaune. Ready girls?
Reese/Arslan: Ready.
Neon: Let's move.
#Jaune OF AU#jaune arc#rwby jaune#rwby jaune arc#jaune#rwby coco adel#rwby coco#rwby velvet scarlatina#rwby velvet#rwby pyrrha#rwby pyrrha nikos#rwby nora#rwby nora valkyrie#rwby neon katt#rwby neon#rwby reese#rwby reese chloris#rwby arslan altan#rwby arslan#may zedong#rwby may zedong#rwby#rwby lemon
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I'm thinking about how Eli is apparently living with Scott and an Argent. How Deaton moved to LA as well and Deaton never treated Derek that well.
It doesn't make sense that Scott would get custody over any of the living Hales or even Noah. How Derek supposedly never had any arrangements made up just in case. Especially since Derek lost his family when he was Eli's age.
there's no way in hell scott and allison have legal guardianship over eli. it's a laughable idea and it is the height of insult to even suggest that an argent should be involved with raising derek's son. derek and allison barely tolerated each other not to mention all the other history.
it begs the question why would he want to go with them anyway? if we're following what the movie was putting down than he doesn't know them. there is also no reason that eli should've been pushed to leave his home. his ancestral home at that. the place where so many hales had been born and died.
it also removes him from a stable environment with a support system after suffering a huge loss. the sheriff, malia and peter seem to have been around. noah stilinski was definitely heavily involved in eli's life plus he's the sheriff of the goddamned town. he'd be perfect for temporary guardianship at minimum.
malia and peter are directly related to him and are also shifters.
again, why the hell would eli go live with two people who aren't even remotely connected to him and he barely knows. he last met scott when he was three years old and allison has been dead his entire existence. these people are strangers.
it just gives you the idea that jeff wanted a "happy ending" for allison and scott while not addressing all the questions it brings up. like is scott even remotely prepared to take on a sixteen year old whose just gone through a very traumatic experience? what exactly is allison's mental status right now? she just came back from the dead. they want to handwave it away just like they did with malia's situation. homegirl was 17 when she died. wouldn't she want to like idk catch up on the world? spend time with her dad? her best friend lydia who really, deeply grieved her? figure things out before jumping into a relationship with her high school boyfriend who is now in his 30s? it's weird.
speaking of allison.
allison has been legally deceased for over a decade by the time of the movie.
even if they were to some how "lose" the investigation files surrounding her death and the autopsy report than they used isaac to do an off the books burial i'd imagine there's still a death certificate filed with the state. the social security administration would've been notified as well. there was also fbi presence in town on an active investigation at the time of her death and everyone in beacon hills knew she died.
this does bring up the matter of peter's legal status. is he considered legally dead too? i don't think so actually as everything was really shady about that situation and his nurse was in on the whole thing. i don't think he was declared missing let alone dead.
and also like the most obvious answer to all of this is cora hale. where the fuck is cora hale? she's derek's sister and eli's aunt. she would've stepped in. aggressively. the only answer is that jeff has her locked in the subplot basement.
you also can't convince me that derek hale wouldn't have his affairs in order.
not only did derek have the experience of going through the untimely death of his family at a young age but he also had to do it again with laura.
there's no way he didn't have a will and it'd likely have to go through the probate process so his estate could be executed. derek hale had assets.
the hales were loaded. they were rich. season 4 drove that point home. derek owned the building the loft was in. he also had a business at the time of his death too.
derek would've ensured eli's inheritance and stability in case something happened to him and none of it would've included scott mccall or an argent.
scott was never derek's alpha. derek was not part of the mccall pack.
this isn't to say scott couldn't mentor eli. that'd be fine. it'd bring things full circle in a way but it's dumb as hell for scott to take eli to LA and i do genuinely think it's out of character for scott. especially an adult scott but i've written about that somewhere on my blog i think.
jeff davis can meet me in hell is all i'm saying.
#my blog#thoughts on teen wolf#teen wolf#eli hale#the movie is questionable canon [throws it in the bin]#no one is in character
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A Qrow's nest prologue 3
Ozpin: *drink from his thermos* I heard what happened yesterday.
Qrow: *sweating* Ozpin i-
Ozpin: *stopping him with a hand gestures* I'm not mad, Qrow. In fact, i probably would be mad if you did nothing instead. *Look at Cinder* Tell me, Cinder, what is your age?
Cinder: *hiding behind Qrow* I'm 8... I think.
Ozpin: *shaking his head* She looks clearly malnourished. *Look at Qrow* i wanted to talk to you in private but...
Qrow: *putting a hand on Cinder's head* She doesn't really trust anyone and i can't really blame her. *Look at her* She reminds me of myself when i was her age. *Kneel at her height* Cinder, would you like visiting Beacon?
Cinder: *slowly acquiesce*
Qrow: *smile* I have a friend, she looks mean but she would protect everyone she could with her very life. I'd like for you to visit the school with her.
Cinder: ... Will you leave me behind?
Qrow: *shaking his head* No. I promised, didn't i? I just need to have a talk with my friend. *Looking at Ozpin*
Ozpin: *smile* I'm sure Glynda would be thrilled to guide you, she may look grumpy but she's a real human teddy bear.
Cinder: Ok...
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10 minutes later, when Glynda took Cinder to see the premise
Qrow: Now, what did you want to tell me?
Ozpin: As you know, after the fiasco of yesterday you won't be able to enter in Atlas, at least for a time.
Qrow: Ironwood told me i should stay low for a time.
Ozpin: *shaking his head* I will need your help for something. Theirs an augmentation in grimm attack near a certain SDC mining operation.
Qrow: That's unsurprising.
Ozpin: I don't think you understand, it's alarming and clearly something is going on. I'll need you to work as security for the mine and see what's really happening.
Qrow: *sigh* Ozpin, i'd be "thrilled" to go fight grimm for a scummy company, but i kinda have to take care of an eight years old.
Ozpin: She could be the perfect alibi for you to enter their services. A single father huntsman down on his luck.
Qrow: You can't be serious! I won't bring a child near a place you specifically said was getting attacked by grimm!
Ozpin: You wouldn't be alone. Glynda would be following you and i did give you the gift of flight for a reason. You'd be able to live in the city while working at the mine.
Qrow: Still, why not sending Glynda by herself?
Ozpin: You know damn well she is far too known by the public. She is the youngest person to have become professor at Beacon.
Qrow: *roll his eyes* Then what about Arc?
Ozpin: Still pregnant. And Verdant is already working on something else.
Qrow: Again!? Isn't that her 7th?
Ozpin: 7th and 8th. She's having twins.
Qrow: For fuck sake. Fine! What's good having allies when they are always unavailable?
Ozpin: *smiling* You shouldn't have been this reliable Qrow.
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Cinder: So uh....
Glynda: You can call me Glynda.
Cinder: Ok. So, Glynda, what is this room?
Glynda: This is the library, dear. It's... My favorite place in the school.
Cinder: Oh?
Glynda: Yes. I like the atmosphere of the place. *Looking at cinder who didn't understand* The feeling of it, if you prefer.
Cinder: Oh!
Glynda: I particularly like reading adventures novel and romance but don't tell Qrow, he still believes i only read study material.
Cinder: How did you meet him?
Glynda: Hm? Oh, he tried hitting on me when we were in the same year.
Cinder: Did you date him?
Glynda: *a bit of pink appearing in her features* N-no! Of course not! He was a slacker and a complete slob!
Cinder: And what about now?
Glynda: W-well, he did get better... I think. But still far too immature!.. maybe i should tell you of some of his misadventures?
Qrow: *appearing from behind a door* Should i tell her about when you outdrank me during the dance?
Glynda: QROW!? When did you arrive?
Qrow: Around the time you called me a slob? *Look at Cinder* Hey kid, i need to talk with you.
Glynda : *getting back her calm* Did you come to an agreement with Ozpin?
Qrow: Apparently WE *point at them then himself* Have to go to mistral for a bit.
Cinder: *shake her head* I hate Mistral, everyone is mean.
Qrow: *sigh* I feel you kid, but we sadly have no choice. Though it's not for long, about 2 weeks.
Cinder: ok... Do i have the time to read a book?
Qrow: Uh? *Look at the library* Oh yeah, we don't leave until next week anyway. You got the time.
Cinder: *looking happy* Glynda! Show me your favorite book!
Glynda: *wincing* I-i'll try. *Goes with Cinder inside the library*
Qrow: ... She better not give her the smut she was reading in hiding back in the day.
End of first prologue, 3 more to go!
#rwby#rwby au#a Qrow's nest au#qrow branwen#professor ozpin#glynda goodwitch#cinder fall#qrow x glynda?
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prologue
after saving the world together on numerous occasions, it's fair to say you and steve are good friends. not best friends or special friends, but friends nonetheless. and friends help friends, right? how hard could it be for him to pretend to be your boyfriend for your sister's wedding? even if he has to spend five days at your family's ranch... | fake dating + mutual pining + somewhat cowgirl!reader lmao | long fic | playlist
“You can't go alone,” your sister states firmly. “You'll be totally defenseless.”
She makes it sound like you're going to war instead of her own wedding.
You're sitting at a small diner somewhere in Hawkins, milkshakes half full forgotten on the table between the two of you — hers chocolate flavored and yours strawberry, as usual, accompanied by a large portion of fries equally forgotten. But beside them rests a third object, the real reason you are here: a wedding invitation. To her wedding; you're still staring at the damn thing as if it might suddenly grow a mouth and bite your arm off.
“It might not be that bad,” you try to sound optimistic and fail.
Lizzie, your much less single older sister, raises her eyebrows and looks at you across the table like you're crazy. “Do you remember the last time, before I started dating Dean? She introduced us to what, six guys at her birthday party?”
You pretend to think for a moment as if that wasn't an unfortunately vivid memory of yours. Nana had a handful of friends, all with grandsons conveniently around your age.
You try to be fair, shrugging. “Some of them were cute, though.”
You love your grandmother. You really do, without a doubt. The best of your childhood memories were made at her house, eating (and attempting to make) pie, or playing outside with Lizzie until the sun came down. Nana is far from a bad person. In fact, her problem is quite the opposite: she is too good, a walking beacon of light and happiness, and every time she saw you or your sister (before she met her current fiancé, of course), your grandmother made a point of introducing every guy around your age to the two of you.
Lizzie's wedding is the perfect event for her next attempt, as it's taking place at your grandparents' ranch, a good four hours flight from Hawkins; in other words, your grandmother will be in her element and you'll be lacking someone to have your back, seeing as Lizzie obviously won't be able to help when the time comes.
“You know what? Just bring a plus one,” she says, like this solves the issue. “She'll be pleased and leave you alone.”
That’s her idea of good advice?
“Oh, right,” you sink into the seat; her suggestion is about as helpful as trying to dry an ice cube with a paper towel. “Because guys are throwing themselves at my feet.”
“Steve!”
If the abrupt change of the volume in her voice — very loud — hadn't made you nervous, the size of the delighted smile that appeared on her face next definitely would.
Then, of course, there was also the absurd suggestion; you're about to let out a wry laugh and reply something like 'are you out of your mind?' when she starts to fucking wave.
Wave. Smile and wave, gazing over your shoulder with intent.
You follow her gaze and find, of course-
“Steve,” he's walking through the door — waving back, no less — still wearing his Family Video uniform, and panic is rising up your throat like a living thing. God. You wave too because it's too late now and he's unfairly handsome and it's not his fault; and then you turn to Lizzie and warn, in case it wasn't clear already, “Don't even think about it.”
She twirls a strand of soft hair around her finger innocently. “Why not?”
The time you have to try and change her mind is about how long it will take Steve to walk over to your table, and his legs are long.
“Because!” you whisper-shout. "We're not- we're friends, but not that close! I can't ask him that!"
Close enough to save the world together, but not close enough to pretend to be dating.
Sounds about right.
“Relax! Unless-” Lizzie leans on her elbows and lowers her voice as if telling a secret, though her excitement is still quite palpable, “Do you still have a crush on him?”
“I never did!”
“It's a small town,” she reasons. “At some point, everybody did.”
You hate that Lizzie is always right.
Too late.
“Steve!” she greets him again as the boy approaches your table, going all big sister mode, too happy for your liking. She is, as always, direct, “I need to ask you something.”
You'd like nothing more than to disappear from the face of the Earth.
You clear your throat probably louder than necessary, and still, Lizzie doesn’t spare a look your way.
“No, she doesn't,” you try.
Her eyes are pleading. “But he will be perfect, Y/N.”
"Don't-"
“Would you be Y/N’s boyfriend?”
Please, let me die right here and now.
Steve's eyebrows rise so much they could have landed on the back of his head.
“Be…what?”
“Fake boyfriend, I mean,” she clarifies, not sounding the tiniest bit sorry about the mishap. In fact, she seems to revel in it.
Steve, on the other hand, looks too much like a lost puppy. “Fake boyfriend?”
Your response is muffled by Lizzie's.
"Yes," she says.
“Ignore her,” you offer, hopeful.
And with the cat out of the bag, there's little you can do, so you slide to the side, making room so Steve can sit down too. His thigh brushes yours when he does, though, and you immediately feel sorry for yourself — he smells good and there’s literally no way to escape now, under Lizzie's gaze and between Steve and the wall. Trapped.
She picks up the wedding invitation from the table and hands it to a very, very confused Steve. “Be her date to my wedding. Our nana won’t leave her alone otherwise.”
“Lizzie!”
“What?” she finally looks at you, hand over heart and looking all kinds of innocent. “Nana will buy it if it's Steve.”
“Nana can smell a lie thousands of miles away.”
“That’s why it’s more believable if you pick someone close to you, like Steve," she tilts her head in his direction to illustrate her already very clear point, "Plus, she met him at your birthday party last year and she absolutely loved him.”
"Did she?" there's a hint of pride in Steve's voice when he asks.
"Oh, yes. She was about ready to give Y/N's hand-"
"Okay," you cut her off, realizing she’s a lost cause and turning to look at him instead, more embarrassed than you've ever been before. “I’m sorry you have to put up with this,” you mumble.
But, apparently unperturbed, Steve leans over to reach for your abandoned milkshake and, bringing the straw to his lips, he shrugs and calmly announces, "It's okay. I'll do it."
a/n: hi. this is it. this is the reason i was nervous. 😫 it'll be a long fic (10k at least me thinks) and idk if you guys are into this idea or not so feedback would be much appreciated. thank you, kiss kiss 💜💜💜
#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington oneshot#steve harrington x you#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington x y/n#steve harrington angst#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington fic#steve harrington#stranger things fanfic#fanfiction#I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING OKAY#i'm just testing the waters here to see what you guys think
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wc: 1,473
“Get in. This is the last time I ever waste my time for some rando.”
Kuni was the first to exit the convenience store. He opened his vehicle door with a force strong enough that the rest of them were surprised it didn't fly off the handles.
You aided in his tyrant wake of destruction by pushing and nudging Hu Tao towards the door, leaving her to fervently panic. "Look, I can't say it out in public, alright?! This is a secret operation, and you're seriously going to blow my cover—”
"Cover? That's what you're worried about, a cover?" Kuni scoffed, "Your cover was to no avail once you got your tears and snot on my very expensive car."
"Did you have to add that it was very expensive?" You said, looking away with half-lidded eyes.
She strode mighty out of the convenience store, the welcoming beacon of neon lights clashing with the sunlight rising. "I can't believe you're the one triggered, I had to almost dig my eyes out with a spoon."
"Oh, we're complaining now? You can stay here, if you'd like. I'm sure you'll love scraping maggots off the floor in the back." But as the silence made emphasis, he grinned.
Hu Tao gasped, holding her manicured fingers towards her lips, her reddened eyes in slight fear. “Are you implying there’s dead bodies in there right now?”
“I’m implying that it’s an extremely unsanitary condition that only a rat would think to be around.” He replied. “Oh wait, I see some similarities now.”
"Okay, can we relax?"
Hu Tao gasped, backing up. "You used your hairspray-nuclear...practice missile thing on the wrong person, buddy. I feel like your dog is ten seconds away from turning me into a chew toy."
"You are really suspicious." You shrugged.
"I'm not!"
"Yeah, you are~ You little sussy-wussy, you." You said while poking at her cheek, swaying your shoulders humorously. “Just get in the car, he’s not gonna bite you. I am!”
You nudged the girl’s shoulder again, closer and closer towards the inside of the car, shutting the door behind her and looking towards Kuni again. Your eyebrows raised.
You knew he knew about suspicion, but in your eyes, suspicion was looking back at you too. “Stop scarin’ our livestock, Johnny. We ain’t gonna have none left.” You said to him in a country accent.
He shouldn't have been seething, but something about Hu Tao’s general disposition irked him. “She’s a creep. If you were alone I wouldn’t be surprised if she sold you to the Fatui.”
“I know, but we gotta lay low!” You threw your hands up. “We can’t just be outing our business to the entire wild west! You think word don’t spread around these parts?” You said while motioning towards the vast land of nothing besides the road and the tumbleweeds in the distance.
"Stop doing that voice. And don’t talk to me like I’m stupid.” Kuni’s eyes moved back towards the rest of the group. “We can’t afford to take chances when we have a pack of idiots with us.”
“Spoken as if I didn’t collaborate the pack of idiots.” You stuck your tongue out sarcastically. “If we’re really talking, I can’t afford anything.”
You drew closer to the rest of the group. “We’re going straight in. Ready?”
“You’re not listening to me.” Kuni’s voice drew out in a louder tone, his annoyance lingering on his tongue. "This is a really bad idea that will get worse, I'm warning you!"
“Damn, for some reason I hear a very annoying ringing! Hope it GETS BACK IN THE CAR SOON.” You responded, ending with a shout, that made Kuni's lip twitch in malcontent.
"...Wow." Kuni scoffed, ultimately listening and retreating back to the drivers seat.
Your head turned back to the group, grin slack on your face. “He’s so happy to be here.”
The group's faces held an air of expectation, but as they all exchanged glances, Heizou's gaze remained fixed. It was like a tapestry unraveled in his brain. "Question," He paused with uncertainty. "We're keeping a hostage with us because...?"
"Okay, chill out." You rolled your eyes. "She can't be a hostage if she attacked me first. Keep up."
"Keep up?!" Heizou's jaw fell slack. "Is your head on right? What if someone is looking for her? We led a paper trail to the rest of us. Then we have blood on our hands, we can't let anybody know we're going into Mori Grove!"
"It'll be fine! This is the best possible outcome." You grinned. "Plus, if I get what I want, we may have further investigation to look into."
"And you're happy?" Aether hesitated. "Like...with the risk?"
"Are you kidding? I'm so happy, I almost forgot I owe the government 500,000 mora." You chortled, the chuckle slowly fading as your face fell. "Almost."
"I thought you said that you weren't in debt?" Kazuha blinked.
There was a sudden tremor in your expression, begging Kazuha not to simmer the burn any further with your pleading eyes. The boy could only nod slowly. "Right...nevermind."
"Oh~ I love when cute people are financially vulnerable." Venti cooed.
"Oh my gosh, not here!" You dramatically replied, making a shooing motion with your hand.
"Well, this was a ridiculously unnecessary amount of time we wasted." Xiao's eyebrow cocked up in disdain. "You better have a good plan."
The car glided up the winding path heading to a cabin not too far from the village itself. It remained nestled in the ominous thicket of the forest, remaining eerie enough for the fog not to clear from the open acres of land. The road was beginning to close from the leeway, but thanks to Venti’s very convincing (and seductive) reasoning, the patrol let them through.
The headlights, like a piercing cat's eyes, provide fleeting glimpses of the ancient trees as it starts to stop along the pathway. There was something wrong with the atmosphere, and that itself was a reminder to Kuni that his stoic mood was necessary.
He turn the key out of the ignition, his eyes made a small glimpse at the sun that was no longer on the horizon before watching the second car with the others approach the other side of the pathway onto the grassy texture.
There was a noticeable sense of presence that was left, like an unseen spectator watching from the windows, their group unknowing that they were there. But before he was about to mention such, he was snapped out of his focus by Hu Tao's nervous chuckle.
There was an imminent silence amongst the three, before Hu Tao laughed nervously, eyes darting around the area. "Haha, well it's been a blast getting to know all of you within...two-ish? Hours, buuuuttt I really gottaaaa-"
"Shut up. You're not going anywhere." You cut her off, your hand reaching for the car door to open it and get out. "Kuni, watch her. I'll get the equipment."
Hearing a small sound of protest from the former, you grunted and shut the door, having felt your nerves on edge as soon as you got here. The home built out of wood stood tall, intimidating in its nature, being the lonesome home.
You wrapped the band of the camera around your neck, hooking on the gear and shoving the spare lens in your pocket, digging for spare handcuffs while the rest of the group approached you.
"Hold this. Can someone knock on the door? She said she would be here." You asked, putting a wad of paper towels and coins into Aether's hand.
"What are you- oh! okay!" Aether was met with anything he could have expected from you: a pair of handcuffs. "Where did you even get those?"
"Stole 'em."
Aether, looking extremely uncomfortable, gave a small cough. "Just a...heads up for next time would be good, okay?"
"Not kink stuff. This is for her." You motioned your head towards the girl who was coming out of the car, being stalked upon by Kuni, who didn't look too pleased either.
You quickly snapped the cuffs on each hand one at a time, to which Hu Tao's mouth dropped. "Handcuffs. Handcuffs? I think you're taking this way too far."
"Yeah? Should've thought about that when you lied to me."
"What, all because I can't tell you what I was doing?! I'm not trying to sabotage your investigation, I swear!" Hu Tao said in a slightly pleading tone.
"Pull your weight if you want out." You leaned closer to her with a hiss to your tone, causing her to draw back slowly. "You're going to wait until we're finished, and THEN I'll decide if I'm feeling generous enough to uncuff you."
You drew your finger back from her face, stepping back and heading towards the wooden door. Hu Tao was frozen in disbelief, along with Aether who slowly murmured towards her. "They didn't put me up to this, I swear."
Kuni, mildly proud of you as his eyebrows rose in delight, nudged Hu Tao and Aether towards the rest of the group. "Move it.”
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How about one where Tai tries to tell his girls that he's dating again before they get to Beacon, but he fumbles it so badly with his nerves that he freaks Ruby & Yang out instead.
Ruby is FREAKING OUT thinking her Dad won't let her go to Beacon while Yang is DYING on the inside thinking her Dad needs help giving Ruby "The TALK"....
Taiyang Fumbles
"Hold on, girls! Just a sec!"
"But Daaaaad~!" Ruby whined. "If we don't hurry, we'll miss the bullhead!"
"You can wait just a few minutes." Taiyang said with a roll of his eyes. "There will be other bullheads. Right now, though, I need to explain something to the two of you."
"Can't it wait until we get there," Yang offered, "or maybe on the way?"
"Nope, this is, uh, very important for you both to know. Especially you, Ruby."
"What?!" Ruby balked. "What did I do?"
"Nothing, but..." Taiyang knew he'd have to tell Ruby soon enough, but he didn't think it would be so soon. "See, the thing is, uh, you know how men and women are different, right?"
"Yeah?" Ruby quirked a brow.
"And how, well, sometimes a womman and a man will meet each other and things start going really well, and one thing leads to another, and..."
The sisters began to pale. Taiyang noticed this and flushed in response. He knew this would be a difficult topic, but he had to do this. His daughters deserved to know the truth.
Ruby started getting antsy. Dad was usually good with his words, being a teacher and all, but for some reason he'd get super nervous like this when she walked in on his phone conversations. He'd spend all day on the phone when she wanted to call Uncle Qrow to ask when he'd be home for training. Conversations between father and daughter would slow to a near halt, which means she'd be late for the bullhead! Hurry up, Dad~!
Yang recognized this flavor of nervousness. This was a "grown up talk" as he called it. She'd expected this, but she assumed it would be on her to explain the birds and the sweaty palms to her little sister. She didn't like it, but what else could she do? Still, if this was what had to be done, then she'd be the one to take the lead.
"Dad?" Yang interrupted. "I'll take care of it."
"Huh?"
"I get it. Really, I do, but Ruby's not a little girl anymore." She placed a hand on her sister's shoulder. "So just leave it to me."
"Oh..." Taiyang chuckled. "Yeah, I guess you are my daughter, too. Shoulda known you'd have it all figured out."
"Not all figured out, but I got the basics."
"Well, that's a relief." Taiyang chuckled. "So, how'd you figure out I started dating again?"
"..."
"..."
"...Oh."
"YOU DID WHAT?!" The sisters roared in unison.
---------------------------------------------------
"I won't be arriving for another week. Your failure and incompetence must be resolved by you and you alone. But I'm sure you can handle that, can't you, Roman?" There was a murmur on the other line. "Good. I'm glad we reached an understanding. I'll see you in a week. Ta-ta~."
Cinder placed her scroll in her case and called for a cab. "Take me to the ferry."
"Sure thing." The driver grunted as he tapped into his GPS. Unfortunately, he was a talker. "So, uh, why's ya in Vale?"
"I'm meeting someone." Cinder replied.
She was calm, collected, and always at the top of her game. Her rivals never lasted because she made sure they never started. No one on Remnant had the power to stop her.
"He's only the sweetest man I ever met~!" She gushed. "He's so strong, and kind, and funny, and rugged, and sweet, and..."
The driver rolled up his window as the woman continued to hug herself and gush about her beau in the backseat.
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Echo
Halo Infinite Timeloop idea - Chief's not the one stuck respawning. Warnings for timeloop death
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The start to one of the worst day's of Esparza's life begins much like every day of the last six months. He wakes up alone in a pelican, drifting in space, neck cramping from sleeping in the pilot seat. But this time the AI voice waking him is saying something different.
The monotone announcement blares "SIGNAL DETECTED. TAG DESIGNATION: FRIENDLY." on repeat.
It makes him jolt awake and buck against the harness keeping him upright. He flounders out of the safety straps and stands, hands fumbling for the radio. He holds it up to his ear as he practically yells into the receiver.
"This is UNSC Pelican Echo 216. Can you hear me? This is UNS-" Words leave him as he wipes the condensation fogging the window off and reveals a Spartan floating in space. Not just any Spartan; The Spartan. There's a 117 emblazoned in white on a green so standard no one wears it out of respect.
Esparza is shocked. He's no tech but he knows that Spartans mean Mjolnir mean nuclear power. And this is the Master Chief! He can grab him and they can get out of here. If this works…just maybe…he can go home.
It's hard work getting the Spartan aboard but he does it. There's hope bubbling up in his throat alongside the anxiety that wants to quash it before it backfires in his face. He's holding two power cables that will either save them or fry the Spartan inside.
He wants this to work. Needs it to work. He can't be a thief and the guy who killed Master Chief. If the legend wasn't already dead in the suit of armor he just pulled out of space like it was scrap.
"Okay, if you can hear me in there, I hope you're ready. Please don't die. Please don't die."
Esparza closes his eyes and plugs the two cables together. They spark, but he succeeds in not killing the Master Chief. Instead the electrical current runs through his arms to his heart and then to the metal floor beneath him. He's dead before he hits the ground.
Zeta Halo looms in the distance, visible from the cockpit. It glows an ethereal blue as a data-surge fires from one of the beacons on its surface.
"SIGNAL DETECTED. TAG DESIGNATION: FRIENDLY. SIGNAL DETECTED. TAG DESIGNATION: FRIENDLY."
He screams awake and grabs his chest. The flight harness is the only reason he doesn't hit his face on the controls in his panic. What a vivid nightmare…
He wipes the condensation off the window and stares at the Master Chief, floating in space in front of him, again.
He begins the arduous task of loading the legend into the back of his dead pelican without losing his remaining oxygen. This time he dries his hands well, and digs out some gloves and proper protection.
He jumpstarts the pelican and his hopes of them going home before Chief starts acting like there's a mission to continue. Before he can even argue further a blast rocks the pelican and the systems go haywire.
"No! No, no, no. We need to run. Right now, We have to go."
The Spartan in front of him does not agree. He takes Esparza's pistol and shoos him into the cockpit while the Master Chief goes off to "improvise" a one man attack on a Banished Warship.
#my writing#snippets#Echo 216#John 117#very much inspired by Zita showing us edgeoftomorrow and me going. we could do this better. without tom cruise
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for hermit fanon swap thingo
cat grian
cyborg impulse
monster gem
guardian ren
ok so i May have started writing a bit for guardian!ren and then it kind of got away with me (also some cat!grian towards the end, and a bit of avian!mumbo because i can't help myself). so. please enjoy and there Will Be More :]
There’s a reason why Ren wears sunglasses, and there’s a reason why he’s the king. The two aren’t mutually exclusive.
“Are- do you like them, sire?” Bdubs asks as Ren turns the diamond sunglasses over in his hands, the stone cool against his skin. With the blue tint they’ll provide, it’ll almost be like he’s back again, in amongst the stone and faint light and almost-perfect silence. He holds the glasses up to his own eyes, stares into the lenses. They weigh less than he thought they might, but- no, wait, there’s the telltale purple enchantment shimmer. His current glasses - tinted black, for when he first emerged and the sun made his eyes ache - are heavy on the bridge of his nose, almost always slipping down just the tiniest amount. Not like they really have anything to rest on beyond his face.
(Where Ren’s ears should be is only a mass of hair, sticking upwards like the ears of a dog. It’s a good thing no-one’s ever tried to pet him like one; he isn’t certain they’ll like what they feel there).
Ren shakes himself, shoots a grin at Bdubs. Of course he noticed that his glasses were slipping, so he enchanted them to make them lighter. Feather-falling isn’t just good for boots, apparently.
“Absolutely, my dude! It’s super thoughtful of you. Thanks!”
Bdubs looks at Ren, unmoving. Ren looks at Bdubs, also unmoving.
“Um, are you- are you going to put them on, sire?” he asks tentatively, and internally Ren curses.
“Oh! Oh, yeah, sure thing but- ah-” he stammers, searching for an excuse, something-
“I should put them on alone first,” he finishes lamely. “Ceremonial, right? All my subjects witnessing me in my new gear at the same time?”
Bdubs’ face falls and Ren wishes that he could tell him the truth - take off his glasses, take off the crown, fall before him and take his hands and tell him I’m sorry, it isn’t you, I’m just trying to protect you but he doesn’t. Bdubs bows deeply and leaves the throne room, shutting the door behind him, and Ren buries his face in his hands and sighs.
The climb to the beacon is more difficult than he remembers. Then again, he still isn’t used to the diamond-encrusted robe and the weight of the crown on his head, but even so, when he reaches it he has to pause for a moment, survey the lands.
Under his kingship, the server is cleaning up. The redistribution of diamonds is working well, and it seems folks aren’t just completing his quests, but enjoying them too. Of course, there’s talk of a rebellion on the horizon, but frankly if there wasn’t talk of one, he’d start getting worried. They’re happy. More than that, they’re safe.
That’s the duty of a king, isn’t it? Courage in battle, making strategic plans, governing frugally and governing generously, all of that stems from one simple goal: keep your people safe.
A king is a warrior, a strategist, a friend, a protector of his people.
Ren tilts his head up, the beacon’s beam thrumming deeply next to him, shooting a bright beam of pure white into the heavens. He closes his eyes, and with one shaking hand (the other clutched so tightly to his new glasses that he’s thankful they’re made of diamond) he removes his old sunglasses.
A king is just a guardian by a different name.
Ren opens his eyes.
“Grian,” Mumbo calls distantly. “Did- did you see that?”
With a herculean effort, Grian forces himself to stop batting at the hanging vines dangling from his bridge and latches onto them instead, clawing his way up to where Mumbo stands. His brow is furrowed slightly, and his wings (dusty grey-black, fading to red at the tips) are fluffed up the smallest amount. Grian’s ear twitches, but he manages to ignore the instinct for now. He can sneak-attack Mumbo later.
“See what?” he asks nonchalantly.
“That,” Mumbo points, nodding towards Ren’s castle. “The beacon. For a second- I don’t know. I might’ve been seeing things.”
“No, you can’t just leave me with that! What did you see?” Grian pesters, tail flicking from side to side.
“I’m really not sure,” Mumbo replies. “But it looked like- like, for just a second, there was a second beacon beam.”
“Huh,” says Grian. “Weird.”
And then he sneak-attacks Mumbo, of course.
#hermit fanon swap#guardian!ren#cat!grian#avian!mumbo#specifically he's a tailorbird because heeheehoohoo#anyways yes this is probably incoherent but!! hope you enjoy <3#ren the king makes me feel shrimp emotions#my writing#hermitcraft#grian#rendog#mumbo jumbo#answered asks
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—𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠!𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐝𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐞
pairing: author! ransom drysdale x female reader
warnings: none. pure fluff. soft!ransom! features poet!ransom too.
𝐚/𝐧: I tried not to make some things too specific but I got a lil carried away!
𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧!
Coffee and bookstore dates. Especially in the fall or on really cold days. Ransom knows exactly what he's looking for the moment he enters the bookstore, whereas you can sometimes take hours. You can't help it, especially when it's a very large store.
You get overwhelmed and like to browse through the different genres until he's practically begging you to leave. He can't help but be a little impatient sometimes.
You'll whisper to him, "Just one more minute!" As you browse through one of the romance books casually. He waits and waits until you can feel his shadow hover over you, then his lips grazing over your neck, making you squirm and giggle softly.
Eventually you turn around, close the book and kiss his lips quickly. "Come on, let's go before you get us in trouble.
Ransom likes his quiet time whenever he writes, so you often have to entertain yourself most nights when you're at his house.
Some nights you'll be knitting/crocheting or watching tv or movies until you hear his footsteps and quickly pause whatever you were watching.
You're the first person he goes to when he finally finishes the final draft of his novels. He knows you're not gonna be too harsh with him and he genuinely values your opinion and your thoughts on his writing.
Whenever you're feeling down he likes to give you little gifts. Like your favorite book series, a necklace with your initials on it, and sometimes take you shopping
When you're really upset though, he likes writing you little poems:
I wanna write about the girl in the garden, with daisies in her hair and a heart like a rose, so delicate and precious. She sits alone in the quiet of the evening, listening to the buzzing of the bees and the whispers of the trees. She's been hurt by love before, and she wears her scars like a warrior. But beneath that tough exterior, she's just a soft-hearted girl that wants to be found. I wanna write her letters, filled with kindness and hope, to show her that she's not alone, that she deserves to be loved, that she's worthy of being held.—H.R.D
Oh my love, my heart, let me worship your body. Every inch of your skin, I will kiss with all my devotion, I will whisper kind words in your ear until you can hear the truth, that you are loved, you are cherished, you are wanted, you are special, you are unique, you are a work of art, your scars are proof of your strength, your resilience, they are a testament to the battles you have fought, and the victories you have won, I will embrace every part of you, with all my heart, please know that you are loved, you are precious, you are admired. Please know that you deserve to be happy, and fulfilled and that you are loved, with every breath I take.—H.R.D.
Every day with you is a little piece of heaven, you calm my beating heart, silence my restless thoughts, you're the balm to my weary soul, the sweet melody that soothes me, you're the beacon of light in the dark, the warmth that keeps me going. Your laughter is the sound of angels, your touch is like a warm embrace, and you're the reason I smile, the reason I live.—H.R.D.
The first time he ever wrote a poem about you and read it to you, it brought you to tears. Happy tears, of course. And it wasn't until you hugged him and thanked him, that he felt relieved
He likes to tease you about your love for romance novels and the fact that you love classic lit.
I feel like he would be the type of boyfriend that's always begging you to watch horror movies with him, even if it's not spooky season.
Also he loves the fact that you jump or squeal when you get scared watching horror movies because it gives him a chance to pull you closer to him.
Lots of cuddles. And he always wants to be the bigger spoon.
His love language is physical touch. He loves kissing, touching, and even hugging you the moment he walks through the door.
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The big ongoing detail with Raven and Spring is why the secrecy? The implication is that Raven killed Spring, either to get rid of her because target drawing Salem on the clan, or for power (not really if it happened post finding out about Salem because she wanted out). A self serving "Mercy" when not asked for by Spring just isn't that far from option 1. Complex shenanigans on the Summer mission makes Summer a more complex character than the Paragon with secondary benefit of answering
Why the question of Raven is being treated as left open and not treated narratively as Yang's birth mother being revealed to be a bandit, ending the search for answers on an answer, though one unwanted. Much too much weight with a certain bird showing up to look in on Yang honestly. There's a reason why Gretchen is being speculated to be possibly Spring. There's untied tethers snapping in the wind and ones that have some heft in investure from the show in time and repetition
the thing with secrecy is, it's a separate thing from lying. you can keep secrets without lying—team strq (barring summer) is a perfect example of this—, and you can lie to keep your secrets safe, e.g. ozma.
when it comes to raven, the only thing she has lied about is the spring maiden's identity by having vernal act as a decoy, and even then... i can't remember raven ever directly claiming vernal's the spring maiden (implied with plausible deniability, yes, but it's never direct), nor did anyone ever directly ask her if she's the spring maiden. she's definitely skirting the line between just keeping secrets and lying about it, but known by its song refers to the idiom for a reason, me thinks, and for that reason alone i'm more inclined to believe that raven is telling the truth about what happened with spring.
so. let's assume for simplicity's sake that the spring maiden was gretchen (and frankly, considering that hazel blames ozpin for her death while his amity arena bio heavily implies ozpin personally talked to gretchen to get her to attend beacon, i think it's a safe assumption to make). at the moment, i think there's two options what happened to her:
gretchen becomes overwhelmed with the responsibility and wants to get out, as is helped by raven. she takes part in summer's mission in some capacity, and tragically loses her life.
gretchen is trained by raven, who doesn't consider her up to the task and "mercy" kills her. this would happen before raven finds the whole truth, hence why the spring maiden was "determined at first when she inherited the powers", but upon learning the truth, she changes her mind bc hey. unwinnable war and she's forever stuck with a target on her back. mistakes have been made lol
both of these track based on the information we have, question is how much does ozpin know, bc if he knows what really happened and is blatantly lying about it, jinn likely would have revealed it. that's why think they don't say spring's name: because ozpin has obscured it for a reason. the exact identity of the maiden doesn't matter as much as knowing the powers are in the inner circle's control, so, for example, if option 2 is what went down, ozpin wouldn't need to tell anyone how the powers of spring have changed hosts bc it's not relevant.
as for summer, i think it's important to note that she's not happy with raven to begin with—but why? is it just because raven left and abandoned everyone? is it bc summer put two and two together and figured out that either raven helped gretchen leave (and thus is a problem for the inner circle; raven "wants" qrow dead bc qrow knows she has spring and he's going to become a problem. did the opposite apply to summer and raven?) or that raven killed gretchen during training and is now, possibly, the spring maiden? is it bc raven went back to the tribe who had sent her to beacon to learn how to kill huntsmen in the first place, and summer thinks raven was fooling everyone and never really changed?
in short, there are many roads to take here. and if war does allude to potential summer vs raven fight, then obviously, there was a fight that was triggered by something, and summer's attitude towards raven in the flashback tells me that it isn't solely bc of something that happened during the mission. perhaps it was even personal, and like. qrow knows raven went back to the tribe and he's trying to get her to come back; in contrast, if summer decided raven needs to die, then that already makes her a more complex character than the paragon, "she would have forgiven raven immediately and welcomed her back with open arms" that parts of the fandom thought her to be. it puts her neatly into the "the judge, the jury, the executioner" category with her axe and all, too, if that's what they're going for.
honestly, between the two options, i'm pretty much 50/50. like, raven helping gretchen escape, abandoning her team doing so is compelling, and definitely makes her complicated... but she was also troubled, someone who fought for whatever she believed in, be it her team or her tribe.
and i think about what qrow said about raven having a way of looking at the world that he doesn't particularly agree with. how spring wasn't cut out for this world; the weak die, the strong live, those are the rules... and spring was weak. i think about tai talking about raven, how she had her faults but those faults are what tore their team apart, and did a real number on their family, then goes on to talk about how she thought strength is all that matters in a fight; raven killed spring under unknown circumstances, you turned yourself into a monster just for power, look who's talking, the grimm mask raven wears... there's something here, too, ya know?
and that's without going into what went down between summer and raven, who shot first, both summer and yang brush past raven; how far do the parallels go? yang (allegedly) figured out what happened to spring, got raven to talk about it in vague manner, did summer figure it out too, just without raven's input?
that's what makes this so difficult cos i'm pinballing between two options like yeah it makes sense. this makes sense, too. are there any other things making sense that i should be aware of? idk.
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My Future
Derek Hale x OC
Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.
Chapter 37: Helplessness
The next few days, Derek ordered Sam to stay on bed rest according to her mother who also agreed.
Derek had gone to the vault and saw something that she had apparently left behind.
He said something about handprints on the floor that looked like someone had dipped their hands in black paint and plastered them on the ground. Despite being a little creeped out by the news, he still found a way to joke about how small the handprints were.
She hung up after he told his joke and laid back against her pillows before looking at her hands. How did she leave handprints on the ground…? She didn't understand.
How bad was the poisoning…? Was she bleeding through her hands…? Well, she supposed he wouldn't have been able to tell. Sucks.
The next morning, Scott called to tell Sam that a police officer had tried to burn Deputy Parrish alive in his car. She came into the loft after Scott and Lydia brought Parrish in. Sam raised an eyebrow. "You don't have any burns on you.", Sam points, catching the man's attention.
"I thought about that too.", Lydia said.
"I was burned alive, all of me should be gone.", Parrish said, looking at his hands.
"Not if you're like us.", Scott said, grimly.
"He can't be.", Sam said. "If he was, technically, all of his hair and nails would be gone." Although… Peter's scars did heal as well.
Sam sighed. "If you are something, that means we'd have to figure it out. That's gonna take some time.", she said.
"Have you asked Chris to look in the bestiary?", Derek asked Scott.
The boy shook his head. "I don't know where to find him."
"What's a bestiary?", Parrish asked. "Actually, that's not my biggest question. Are you all like Lydia? You know…psychic?"
Sam chuckled and shook her head. "Not exactly.", Scott grimaced.
"Then what are you?", Parrish asked.
Derek and Scott shared a look and Derek shrugged. Scott turned to Parrish and flashed his eyes. "We're werewolves."
"I'm not.", Lydia clarified. "I'm also not psychic. I'm a banshee."
"A banshee?", Parrish's eyes widened. He looked at Sam. "And you?"
"Uh…werewitch?", Sam says and shakes her head dismissively. "I'm still figuring it out."
"What you need to know is that everyone like us is on a deadpool. Professional assassins are hunting us down.", Scott told him.
"How many assassins are we talking about?", he asked.
Lydia sighed. "We're starting to lose count."
"Wasn't it another police officer who tried to kill you?", Sam asked.
"I don't think he'd ever done anything like that before.", Parrish said, honestly.
"Then we're not just dealing with professionals anymore. Anyone who can get their hands on that deadpool is a threat."
"There's another reason I came here.", Lydia said. "I might have a lead on the benefactor."
"Who?", Sam asked.
"My grandmother.", she responded, making them look at her in confusion.
"Isn't she dead?", Scott asked.
"That's what we thought, but I'm not sure anymore.", she frowned. "Meredith has been to the lake house before."
"How'd your grandmother know her?", Derek asked.
"She didn't, she found her because of the woman she loved, Maddy," she told him. "She died before I met her, but her name is everywhere in the house. Apparently Maddy was on a sailing team, she won a lot of awards."
"How'd she die?", Parrish asked.
"How's not the story, it's what happened right before. My grandmother, Loraine, was at work in San Francisco one weekend. She was alone in the office on a sunny day, but the only sound she could hear was rain. The rain kept getting louder and louder, the thunder sounded like gunshots in her head. It was so loud she had to scream."
"Like a banshee…", Derek muttered.
"She called Maddy, who was planning on taking one of the boats out on the lake but Maddy said that the sun was shining there too so Lorraine didn't say anything.", Lydia explained.
"There was an accident?" Parrish stated
"It took them four days to find Maddy's body and then it took decades to figure out how Lorraine knew. She started with parapsychologists, like the PHD in their name made it more scientific. They built the study in the lake house according to every pseudoscientific theory they could find, none of it worked." Lydia said, shaking her head.
"Then she started getting into more extreme occult, things like mediums and psychics all of them were failures until Meredith. They found her at Eichen house, this fragile girl who didn't understand the things she heard, they brought her to the study and they almost killed her, she was hospitalized for over a year, she…never really recovered. My grandmother drove her insane and I drove her to suicide and all she ever wanted to do was help."
They all moved to stand around the table as Lydia showed them a piece of paper with more code on it just like the dead pool was written in.
"My grandmother created the code for the dead pool, they think she's the Banshee who put the names out in the first place." She slid the paper over to Scott. "She left me this message in the same code."
"But she didn't leave you the cipher key, did she?", Scott asked her. Lydia shook her head, making Sam frown and rub her back. All of this was happening and they knew she felt helpless.
Lydia and Parrish left moments later. Sam sighed softly and sat at the desk, looking over the codes.
"Careful with that.", she heard Derek warn and looked up to see Scott holding a gun. Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked at Derek.
What the hell was he doing with a gun?
"I thought you didn't like guns?", Scott said and passed it to Derek when he held out his hand for it. "How bad is it?", she asked Derek. He looked at her, his green eyes holding a hint of sadness.
"My eyes, my strength, the healing…all of it…", he shook his head.
"Gone?", Scott asked him.
"Whatever Kate did to me, it's still happening.", Derek said as he put the gun down on the bed.
He sounded so dejected. Scott and Sam shared a look.
"If the dead pool was really made by a Banshee then there's something else that you should know about.", Scott said, catching their attention. "Your name broke the third cipher key." Derek looked at him then glanced down.
"And the other two keys were Allison and Aiden.", Derek said, making Sam's eyes widen. "Wait–", Sam says, looking at Scott.
"I…I don't want to make you nervous but it kind of feels like there might be a pattern there, doesn't it?", Scott continued, nervously. "Allison, Aiden…you…"
"Names picked by a Banshee.", Derek said.
"It…it could mean that you're in danger.", Scott said.
"Scott, Banshees don't predict danger. They predict death." Derek corrected and glanced at Sam. Sam didn't even know what to say.
So… Allison and Aiden were destined to die…? Lydia predicted their deaths…
Scott didn't say anything more and left silently, leaving Sam and Derek alone.
Was there really nothing she could do…? She didn't want to keep putting people she cared about in the dirt. She was tired of it.
"Sam.", she heard Derek and shook her head. She felt a tear drop onto her lap, not realizing she had already started crying. Derek walked over to Sam and knelt in front of her, lifting her face to meet his.
He gave her a small smile. "You're gonna make it through this."
"Stop."
"You, Scott and Stiles and the others. You'll pull through. Stopping the dead pool should be your focus.", he says.
"Stop it!" She yanked her face out of his hand. "If this is your way of telling me I need to move on with my life and just forget you, then you're dumb for even trying. I already told you I'm not leaving you alone. That also means not letting you die."
He frowned and sighed. "Sam."
"No. We're not saying goodbye. I don't wanna say anymore goodbyes. I'm tired of them.", Sam argued.
"You'll get to live, though. You'll get to live and hopefully have a normal life. Finish school, get a job. Something I didn't get to do.", he says, and she shook her head, feeling more tears collect.
"I don't wanna do that without you.", she whimpered.
His eyes became glassy as he let out a soft chuckle. "I think you've been doing fine without me."
His thumb wiped her wet cheek. "You gotta learn to be happy without me again.", he whispered.
"I'm happier with you. Of course, I'm happy with the guys, but you've become an addition to my life. I can't just forget that. I don't want to.", she sniffled.
He let out a sigh and pulled her into a hug. "You make me happy too…", he mumbled in her shoulder.
Derek made Sam go to school and even told her to have fun, but she couldn't do that. Especially not when Liam told them that his printer ended up printing out a new part of the dead pool. Liam's worth increased and made him more scared than before.
Sam and Scott tried having him relax at the bonfire and Sam went to go check up on Malia with Scott and Liam.
"Hey, what are you doing here?", Scott asked Malia.
"Getting drunk.", she replied. "What are you doing?"
"Trying to make sure no one gets hurt.", Scott replied.
"That sounds fun too.", she said, taking another sip of whatever she had.
"Malia, you can't get drunk.", Sam told her. She looked at Sam in disbelief. "What?"
"We think it has something to do with our healing but trust me I've tried.", Scott said, shrugging.
"You're definitely not gonna feel anything.", Sam said, sighing. It wasn't the time to get drunk anyways. Getting drunk is a liability and a vulnerability.
"Maybe you should tell him that.", she replied, jabbing a thumb in Liam's direction. The older werewolves saw him sitting with his friend Mason, chugging a cup of alcohol.
They shook their heads. "I just want to talk.", Scott said as Malia danced.
"Well, I just want to dance.", she said.
"We had our reasons, we didn't tell you about Peter-"
"To protect me.", she cut him off. "That's what Peter said you would say and guess what he said next, that you were right." Sam's eyebrows furrowed. "Does that surprise you?"
"Kinda… but we need to stick together.", Sam says.
"You, us, Stiles-", Scott started.
"I don't want to talk about Stiles.", she cut him off. "I just want to dance and get drunk.", she said, and started becoming unbalanced.
"Malia, whoa, whoa, whoa." Scott caught her as she laughed. "You are drunk.", Scott said in astonishment and looked at Sam. Sam shrugged.
"Yep.", Malia nodded.
"But you can't be.", Sam said and looked over at Liam who also seemed like he was drunk.
"Is this what being drunk feels like? It doesn't feel as good as I hoped.", Malia frowned.
"I don't think it's supposed to.", Scott replied as Malia continued to sway. She looked sick. "Malia…" Scott sniffed inside her flask. "What's in this?? What did you have to drink?"
"Just vodka.", she replied. Scott frowned as he looked behind Malia. Sam followed his line of sight and saw some guy was watching them.
Shit.
"Stay on your feet and keep moving." Scott put her arm around his shoulder. Sam grabbed her other and walked over towards Liam. They quickly tried to get them to drink water.
"How much has he had to drink?", Sam asked Mason as she unscrewed Liam's water bottle. "Not enough to get him like this.", he told her.
"Something's happening, we need to get them out of here, I think we're gonna have to…" Scott trailed off, staring at his hand. Sam almost dropped Liam's water bottle as she suddenly felt dizzy.
"How much have you two drank?", Mason asked them.
"Nothing, not even a sip.", Scott replied, clutching the table for support.
Sam sat down next to Liam, trying to settle herself from the spinning sight in front of her. The more she tried, the more the music sounded like it had gotten louder.
"It's not the drinks…", Scott muttered. "It's the music.", she frowned in realization.
"I have to…I have to turn off the music.", Scott slurred and looked at her the best way he could. "Stay here with them."
"Wait…. Scott…", she tried standing, but dropped to a knee as she felt dizzier. They couldn't split up like this.
She felt someone grab her and dragged her, Liam and Malia towards the school.
"Wait…stop…", she heard Scott beg.
They dragged the werewolves inside the school then dropped them beside Malia and Liam who were passed out on the floor.
Sam groaned as she leaned up against the lockers. A man stood in front of them and held a red can. What the hell was that…?
"What is that?", Scott asked. "What are you doing?"
"It's gasoline, Haigh says we gotta burn you.", the man replied and Sam laid her hand down on the floor to attach itself to his shadow.
Her body felt too weak. She could barely get a tug…
Scott tried to stand but they guy kicked him back down against the lockers then lit a lighter moving it towards him after drenching them gasoline.
Sam's hearing sounded clear as the music suddenly stopped and she groaned softly as Scott glared at the man with red eyes before taking the man's hand that had the lighter in it and breaking his hand.
Suddenly, Braeden came in and knocked him away from the teens with Derek following her.
Derek walked up to three approaching guards and fought them off, successfully knocking them out. They all tried to stand, feeling a little less dizzy now.
"What happened to the gun?", Scott asked Derek as he walked up.
"You're covered in gasoline.", Derek said, avoiding the question.
"Oh, yeah.", Scott said, sheepishly. Sam groaned at the smell, seeing the gasoline had drenched her clothes. "This is gonna take some washing.", she said, making Scott laugh.
The next day, Lydia and Sam showed up with Peter to the department to interrogate Meredith.
Peter wasn't expecting such a request, but Meredith wanted to talk to him and confessed that she was the one who stole his money. Once he heard that, he sped here as fast as he could.
Meredith was moved to an interrogation room with Parrish who stayed in the corner. On the other side of the one-way glass, Peter looked at the girl with his arms crossed.
"Her? That's the girl that stole my money?", Peter asked, looking at Lydia full of uncertainty.
"That girl is a Banshee.", Lydia said, warningly. "They're more dangerous than you think."
"Oh, I think that girl's pilot light went out a long time ago," he muttered with the emphasis of widening his eyes. "Sheriff, not to question the unquestionably sterling reputation of your department, but are you absolutely sure you got the one?"
Noah sighed. "How about you just go in there and see what she has to say?"
"Okay.", Peter muttered.
"Just…don't cause any problems, please.", Sam says.
"Fine.", he grumbled before moving into the room.
As Peter sat across from Meredith in the room, they watched on the other end of the glass. He stared at her for a moment. "Meredith, where's my money? Or, more correctly, what's left of it?", he asked, annoyed.
Meredith didn't answer. Instead, she looked at him with wide, confused eyes. She reached forward and placed her fingers to the side of his face.
As Meredith drew her hand back, Peter grabbed her harshly, nearly growling at the woman. Parrish drew his gun instantly, aiming it at Peter.
"Let her go," Parrish ordered. "Let her go."
"Why did you do that?" Peter asked softly. Sam's eyes widened in realization. Meredith hadn't seen Peter in however long. He looks like a new person. "He had burns. She's looking for his burns.", Sam says in realization.
"They're all gone,", Meredith said in disbelief.
"They've met before…", Lydia said in realization.
"The burns," Meredith whispered. "They're all gone."
Peter shook his head and kept asking her questions, but Meredith only kept touching his face which increasingly irritated him.
"Meredith, you put everyone — including my nephew, my daughter, and more innocent people on a death list! Don't you think you owe us the slightest explanation as to why?", Peter pressed.
Meredith leaned forward towards him. "You said it had to be kept secret."
"I said–? I said that to you?", he asked in disbelief.
"You said it.", she nodded.
"Meredith.", he said, agitated. "Allow me to remind you yet again that we have never met. Ever."
"What's he doing?", Sheriff Stilinski asked. "Getting irritated, that's for sure.", Sam said.
"You don't remember?", Meredith asked Peter, frowning and tilted her head with furrowed eyebrows.
"No.", he said, his eyes suddenly flashing. "But maybe you do."
Peter stood, knocking the table to the side and pushing Parrish into the wall before he could draw his gun.
"No, don't!", Lydia shouted. Peter ignored her and grabbed Meredith, digging his claws into the back of her neck.
Sam's eyes widened as she realized what he was doing and rushed into the room, blocking the sheriff and Parrish from shooting him.
"Hold on!", she yelled. The men looked at her in disbelief. "If you break the bond, you could kill them — both of them.", Lydia said, standing behind the sheriff.
"What are we supposed to do?", Sheriff asked.
"I, uh, I don't know," Lydia admitted.
"We wait.", Sam told them, and looked at Peter. "We just need to wait for it to be over."
"What the hell is he doing to her?", Parrish asked.
"He's looking through her memories.", Sam explained. "It's something that werewolves can do, but it's dangerous to mess with. Peter's technically the only one who can do it. If anyone else tried to do it and wasn't as experienced as him, they might kill her. Well, aside from Scott."
After a while, they heard Meredith mutter mumbled words under her breath.
"Do you hear that?", Sheriff asked quietly. "She's saying something."
Sam looked at Lydia as she stepped closer to Meredith, understanding what she was saying. "Can you understand that?", Parrish asked.
"I can. I can hear perfectly," Lydia said, her eyes wide. "She was in the hospital — the same hospital."
"Same as who?", Parrish asked.
"Peter.", she said.
"When he was in a coma?", Sam asked. That was the only time he had his scars before they healed…
"Yes.", Lydia confirmed and continued to listen. "It was right after the fire. Meredith could hear him."
"Hear what?", Sheriff asked, confused.
"Everything. She was hearing every thought in his head, like they'd somehow found the same wavelength. And now, everything going through his mind was also going right into hers."
"For how long?", Sheriff questioned.
"Weeks. Maybe even months.", she said. "It was almost like he was standing right over her bed, talking about the fire. About getting revenge. About starting over, taking out all the supernatural creatures in Beacon Hills to remake them in his image. The bearer bonds, the assassins. All of it."
Peter finally took his claws out, gasping loudly as he collapsed on the floor. Parrish and Lydia checked on Meredith as Sam sat Peter up.
"It was your idea." Lydia said, looking down at Peter in disbelief. "And you don't even remember."
Sam looked at Peter in disbelief as Sheriff aimed his gun at Peter with wide eyes. "Are you kidding me?", Peter asked, looking at them.
"Hands where I can see them!", Sheriff ordered as Peter slowly stood.
"How the hell was I supposed to remember any of that?", Peter asked.
"She got it from you.", Lydia said, placing her hands on her hips.
"But he didn't do the killings…", Sam says, confused. At least, she had hoped. Why would he put his own daughter on the list…
"I was out of my mind!", Peter scoffed. "Do you know what it's like for one of us to be in a coma? Paralyzed but cognizant? You try not going crazy."
"She was listening to you!", Parrish said, glaring at him.
"She was listening to the ranting and raving of a lunatic!" He paused. "A former lunatic. I'm much healthier now. I had nothing to do with this.", Peter corrected.
"If she was following your lead on this, then how do we know there isn't more?", Sheriff asked.
Peter scoffed, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. "Stealing my own money? Really?"
"You were going to use it anyway—"
"Stop," Lydia interjected. "Stop it! This is what she wants. It's why she's here. Look around, Sheriff. There's four people in here right now, four people still on the Deadpool. Me, Parrish, Sam, and Meredith."
"But not him.", Parrish glared at Peter.
"Lydia's right. We don't want to kill each other.", Peter said.
"The only person I'm pointing a gun at is you.", Sheriff said.
"Then you better make it a perfect shot, Sheriff, because I don't go down easy.", Peter warned.
The sheriff aimed his gun at Peter's forehead. "I'm willing to bet that a bullet between the eyes doesn't heal real fast — not even for your kind."
"Enough!", Sam yelled.
"This department's getting more corrupt by the second.", Peter muttered, shaking his head. "What are you going to charge me with, Sheriff? How are you going to explain this to a judge? 'Telepathic girl overhears thoughts of comatose werewolf and decides to enact his plans for retribution?' Hmm. They're gonna be pointing a gun at your head and asking you to go quietly."
Lydia sighed heavily. "Let him go. You have to let him go."
"I'd take the word of a Banshee, Sheriff," Peter said, smirking. "I leave. No triggers pulled, no bloodshed."
Sheriff frowned and lowered his weapon. "That's twice, Peter… There's not gonna be a third."
Peter left, upset and frustrated. However, Meredith got out of her chair, trying to chase after the man. Parrish stopped her. "No! It's not finished! No! It's not– it's not finished!", she yelled.
Sam shook her head and ran after Peter.
"Sam! Get back here!", she heard the Sheriff yell before she left the building.
Sam caught up to Peter. "Peter, hold on.", she called and he snapped over to her. "Here to blame me too? Call me insane? Monstrous?", he pressed.
Her shoulders slumped as she looked at him. Peter was known for being sinister. Manipulative and persistent in his evil doings.
But… he wasn't this thorough with murdering. Hell, he seemed… hurt. It was a different look on him.
She trusted him enough though…
"Look, I didn't come after you to say any of that. It's just… I understand why you wanted me in your pack. I understood it once you went after Kate. You wanted revenge. I highly doubt you'd just pick random people to kill, though. Including us.", Sam says, making him look away, shaking his head as his jaw clenched.
He was hurt.
Sam sighed with a sad smile. "You Hales. Under all that harsh personality, you guys are sweeter than apple pie. You're not terrible at all. You just wanted a regular life. Just wanted to live."
Sam scratches behind her neck. "I get it. Hell, I wouldn't hold it against you if you wanted to kill Kate again. Even after all this time, I realized you're not a monster as you make yourself look. Crazy? Yes. But monstrous?", she says, catching his attention.
She shook her head. "Not at all."
His eyes blinked as he looked away again. "You're not a bad guy, Peter. You're just hurt. Understandably so. You have Derek, Cora and now Malia to worry about. Your only family left. I don't believe that you'd actually make a list to kill them or any of us on purpose.", Sam reassured.
He sighed as he looked at her sympathetically. "I'm… I'm sorry you got involved. I'm also sorry for dragging you in everything.", he apologized, making her widen her eyes a bit.
"I can't blame you. You were going through trauma. That's not easy to handle sanely.", Sam says, giving him a smile.
He stayed quiet for a moment before softening his face into a small frown. "Derek was right. You're too caring. Too forgiving."
Sam raised an eyebrow. He said that? She chuckled. "I learned that from my mom.", she said, grinning. She pulled him into a hug, shocking him. "We're gonna stop this before it gets too far. Before any more of us dies.", she declared. He hesitantly patted her back and she let him go.
"I'll keep you updated and let you know what else is going on.", she says, giving him a nod. He returned the nod and headed into his car before driving away.
After telling Stiles what happened and who was behind everything, he and Malia quickly shut down the Deadpool.
They had found an ancient computer system behind the walls in Lorraine's study, that made all the wire transfers and contacted each assassin.
Lydia helped, telling them where to search, they found a physical key that turned the machine off.
A message was instantly sent out to all the assassins, informing them that all contracts were terminated. Everything was done. They were safe. For now.
Once Sam went to give Derek the news, he smiled at her.
He also let her know about the fight with the hunters that were trying to kill Satomi's pack. He wasn't sure if anyone would've survived if Stiles and Malia had not turned off the Deadpool in time.
"A few were hurt, but they'll heal.", Derek shrugged. "After they got the message, they all just left."
"I really don't understand how anyone musters up the nerve to kill innocent people, let alone kids.", she sighed and looked at him. "You okay?"
"I'm okay. Actually, I'm…better.", he says, giving her a smile. She was glad. Better than just glad. He was gonna live. At least she hoped.
The next night, Sam sat next to Liam and Stiles on the field bench as they twitched nervously. They waited for Scott who was supposed to be in the game with them.
"Where the hell is that boy…?", she muttered.
"Okay, what's really going on? Are you nervous about the full moon? It's not for another twenty four hours.", Stiles told Liam. The younger boy looked up at the moon, nervous.
Sam rubbed his back. "Liam, you're gonna be fine. We're right with you.", she says, encouraging him.
"Just try not to, y'know, rage out on anyone.", Stiles said and she tilted her head at him in disbelief as she shook her head. He was a jackass sometimes.
"You're not worried?", Liam asked him.
"Okay, I'm mildly concerned. Mildly.", Stiles emphasized as he texted Scott.
"We're gonna lose without him.", Liam whined.
"Absolutely not. You're just as good as Scott, if not better. Even better than me.", she gave him a grin. His face softened into a sheepish smile. "Really?", he asked. She nodded. "Of course. We'll be right out there with you, Liam. You got this."
They ran out onto the field with Stiles falling down immediately. He then got hit in the side of the head with the ball and fell down again, getting taken out by the other team right after he got back up.
Sam caught the ball and passed it over to a teammate before rushing over to Liam and Stiles.
"Yeah I'm gonna call Scott again.", Stiles said.
The other team scored again, instantly angering the coach. Sam frowned. Scott and Kira still weren't here and the game was almost through. Sam jogged up to Stiles and Liam. "Alright, neither of them are answering. I gotta go see what's going on.", Stiles told them.
"You're leaving, what are you going to tell coach?", Liam asked him as the three teammates looked at their Coach who threw his clipboard to the ground as he yelled.
"Let's not tell him anything yet.", Sam said and looked at Liam as he seemed to tremble.
"Liam, you're gonna be okay.", Sam reassured as the whistle blew again. She and Stiles went over to the sheriff and told him and Malia the situation.
"Want me to stay here if he shows up?", Malia asked.
"Yes.", Stiles and Sam replied and left with the Sheriff, heading to the loft. Once they walked in, they stopped as they saw Braeden and Derek inspecting the place.
"What the hell happened?", Stiles asked them.
"They were supposed to be on a date.", Derek replied, grimly.
"They were both here?", the Sheriff asked him.
"And they're both gone.", Braeden said just as Stiles' phone vibrated. He quickly grabbed it and answered the call.
"Scott's been taken.", Lydia told the boy.
"Scott and Kira. We just don't know where.", Stiles clarified.
"Mexico.", Deaton told him. "And if you want to save his life, that's where you're going too." Stiles let everyone know, instantly angering Sam.
Only one person was known for being in Mexico and that was Kate.
Sam stood next to Stiles in his father's office. As soon as the sun came up, they were trying to convince the sheriff to let them go to Mexico to go save their friends.
"Dad, Scott and Kira have been kidnapped and taken to Mexico, okay? I think that's a pretty good reason for a trip to Mexico!", Stiles exclaimed.
"Okay. Even if Deaton is right about this—"
"Yeah…?", Stiles said.
"The best thing to do is to go through the proper channels," he informed them.
Stiles scoffed. "Dad—"
"That means calling the right law enforcement agencies, border patrol, putting out an all-points."
"Dad, we can't just wait around for the wheels of bureaucracy to start spinning in five different government offices, okay? Someone needs to go down there right now, find them, and rescue them! We're going!", Stiles declared, grabbing Sam and pulling her away.
"I can keep you from going.", Sheriff declared, glaring at them.
"I'd just find a way." he said, shrugging. Noah raised an eyebrow. "I can throw you both in a cell!", he threatened.
Noah sighed harshly and walked around his desk. "Stiles, please, just give me a little more time to verify something slightly more concrete than a psychic vision by some guy with a third eye! Look, I will call every law enforcement agency all the way down to South America if I have to. If nothing turns up, then I'll book three flights to Mexico. We'll all go. Okay?"
"I'd still find a way.", Stiles said. "Plus, Sam has shadow powers. She could probably bend the bars apart and we'd still go."
"Okay. Okay, great.", Stiles said, nodding. "Do I get a gun?"
"No.", Noah shut him down and left. Sam turned to her best friend. "We're not actually gonna wait, are we?", she asks unsure. Stiles looked at her in disbelief. "Hell no.", he scoffed, sneaking her out.
Back at Derek's loft, he was loading guns with Braeden, much to his distaste. "I still don't like relying on these things.", he grumbled.
"I get it.", Braeden said, shrugging. "You miss your power. I would, too."
Derek sighed. "It's not about the power, it's about being able to help. I don't like feeling helpless. I'm no help to Sam and the others like this."
"I'm pretty sure Sam can take care of herself.", Braeden said. "Plus, I'm human. Do I look helpless?"
"You're a much better shot than me.", he scoffed.
Braeden frowned as she looked at Derek. "Do you really think you won't be coming back?"
"Not alive."
"Derek."
"It doesn't matter.", he said, shutting her down. He really didn't wanna talk about this. After Lydia came to his place screaming, he already knew what that meant. Whether or not he was gonna die from the Deadpool or not, he knew he was next.
"It does. You've convinced yourself that you're about to die!", she exclaimed and sighed. "Did you even tell her about this…?", she asked. She knew how Sam felt even if she didn't say it out loud.
From what she heard about the girl, Sam and Derek have been through a lot. She's seen how the girl behaves around him.
She cared about Derek. A lot. Way more than a friend actually would.
Derek set down his gun. "I–", he sighed. "I'm not gonna tell her that. I can't. She just started being relieved that I was gonna be "alive". Just telling her the opposite…I can't."
"So you're not gonna give her the chance to say goodbye?", Braeden accused.
"Braeden, there's nothing I can do. That scream was for me. There's no skipping death whether or not she knows. I can't tell her. I can't do that to her.", he shook his head.
"Even still, if we can't take down two Berserkers, she needs to know. She–", Braeden sighed. He was too convinced. It was difficult.
Derek, on the other hand, already felt bad. He didn't wanna have to look her in the eye and tell her that he was definitely going to die. Especially after the countless times that he almost did die.
They had just started getting along a lot better after the whole Nogitsune issue. He scolded her for sacrificing herself and here he was, knocking on death's door again.
He could only imagine how she would've looked trying to send his spirit off into the afterlife. Did he even deserve something like that? He got his family killed, his betas and the last beta he had, he doesn't have anymore.
His sister was safe, at least he hoped. Bringing her into all of this was his biggest regret. What else would he have regretted?
He wasn't supposed to get attached to anyone. It was just supposed to be about power. She was a human… At least, she was before she got bit. Hell, she was a lot more human than he had been in the past few months. After spending so much time with her, the walls he constantly built gradually crumbled thanks to her empathy and kindness. He wasn't supposed to care.
"Derek.", Braeden called. His jaw clenched. "Look. She's genuine. And… It scares me.", he struggles to find the words to explain. "She's… too genuine. She cares, but the decision on my life shouldn't be a hindrance to getting to Scott and Kira. She shouldn't stop everything to make sure I'm okay.", he says.
"But she does. And she does because she cares.", Braeden said. Derek looked at her then looked at the gun in his hand. "She shouldn't. She shouldn't have to."
He shakes his head. "We butt heads and argue and then next thing I know, we're okay again. It's not easy."
Braeden raises an eyebrow. "You care about her?" He looks at her, almost incredulously. "Of course."
"Then she deserves a goodbye if it comes down to it.", she responds. Derek looks away.
"I don't think this is enough firepower to take down one Berserker.", Derek said, ready to move on.
Peter came down the spiral staircase, catching his nephew's attention. "Not even close.", Peter said. "Killing a Berserker is next to impossible. It's not just the firepower, it's breaking the animal spirit from the human."
"Well, the only person we know with that kind of experience is Argent, and he's not getting back to me.", Derek said.
No one had heard from the hunter in hours. Unbeknownst to Derek, Peter had left him alone to die in the sewers, impaled by a rusty metal rod.
"Well, then you're going to need help — like Malia, maybe Liam, and definitely me.", Peter said.
Derek narrowed his eyes at his uncle. "Since when do you help?"
Peter smirked at him. "Is showing a bit of personal growth a crime?"
"From you?", Braeden asked, crossing her arms. "Absolutely."
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Stiles, Malia, and Sam rummaged through Scott's house, looking for a scent to track him. Stiles picked a shirt and tossed it to Malia. "Here, try that.", he suggested.
Malia sniffed the shirt and shook her head. "Fabric softener."
"What about his laundry basket?", Sam asked, and Stiles ran straight for the bathroom.
Scott was pretty thorough with keeping his clothes clean so the only thing they could find was a pair of blue boxers. Stiles held them out to Malia, who instantly backed away.
"Aw– Stiles, no.", Sam gave him a face, her upper lip curling up a bit in disgust. "Don't make her smell those."
Stiles pushed the underwear toward the werecoyote. "Remember, Scott's life is on the line."
Malia just searched the room for something else, choosing Scott's bed as she picked up the pillow and sniffed it.
"Yeah, that works, too.", Stiles mumbled sheepishly.
"Do you think you've got a good enough scent?", Sam asked Malia as she put the pillow down.
"Yeah.", she said, nodding. "I remember all that stuff Derek taught me."
Before the three of them could rush out the door, they spotted the youngest werewolf standing in the dining room.
"Liam, go home." Stiles said, walking past him. "You're not coming with us.
"Why not?", Liam asked, trailing after them.
"Liam, it's a full moon.", Sam reminded him. "And your second one."
"And I don't feel like driving all the way down to Mexico just to have you rip my throat out!", Stiles said.
"You can lock me up, right? Chain me down to the backseat or something?", Liam asked, looking at the two.
"You tore through the last chains, remember?", Malia reminded him.
"Yeah, we would have to freeze you in carbonite to get you down there.", Stiles said, making Sam shake her head at her friend.
"Okay, then where do we get carbonite?", Liam asked, making Sam stifle a laugh.
Stiles sighed in annoyance. "Seriously? You haven't seen it, either?"
Stiles turned to leave, but Liam stopped him. "Wait! What if we put me in the trunk?"
"You'd just get out of that, too.", Malia told him.
"Liam, you've been a werewolf all of five minutes.", Stiles told him. "You don't have to do this."
"I know I don't, but I want to.", Liam said. He looked pleadingly at Sam. "I - I want to be brave and I want to help. Scott would do it for me. I know you would too. Please, Sam."
The girl sighed, smiling. "I have a way of holding you down, but we'd have to get you into something bigger and more stable than an suv.", she said.
"Sam, it's the full moon, and he's an IED.", Stiles reminded. She smiled. "Exactly. The moon increases my powers–"
"Yeah, as well as his!", Stiles cut her off. She sighed. "As I was saying, the moon increases my powers, as well as the night, which means I'd probably have no problem with you.", Sam says, looking at Liam.
The boy's eyes sparkled with hope.
Stiles sighed before an idea came to mind. "Maybe there is something we can get."
Stiles, Malia, Sam, Liam met up with Peter, Derek and Braeden who brought a prison transport van in the parking garage.
"How'd you manage to get a prison transport van?", Stiles asked.
Braeden scoffed. "I'm a U.S. Marshal."
"Yeah, I thought that was just a cover.", Stiles mumbled, scratching the back of his head.
"Are we really bringing him?", Derek asked, pointing at Liam.
"Are we really bringing him?", Stiles asked, pointing at Peter. Sam snapped at both of them. "Stop it."
Peter rolled his eyes. "We're bringing everyone that we can. And, considering Scott and Kira were taken the night before a full moon, we should probably get going."
"What's that mean?", Malia asked him.
"If Kate took Scott back to the same temple that she took Derek, how do we know she's not planning to do the same thing to him?", he asked. What did Kate want with Scott, much less Kira?
"What, she wants to make him younger?", Liam asked.
"Or take him back to when he wasn't a werewolf.", Derek said, frowning. "A werewolf can't steal a True Alpha's power.", Peter claimed. "But, maybe a Nagual Jaguar with the power of Tezcatlipoca behind her? Maybe she can. So, if everyone is sufficiently freaked out, I say we get going."
"We can't.", Stiles said, shaking his head. "Not without Lydia."
"Look, I hate to agree with Peter, but we've got to get a move on. If she's not here in a few more minutes, we've got to leave her.", Braeden said.
"Well, then we'll wait a few more minutes. She's probably already on the way from the school.", Stiles said, annoyed.
"Okay, and while we're waiting," Braeden began as she glanced at Sam. "Derek needs to talk to you."
"No, I don't.", Derek said, glaring at Braeden. Braeden shook her head at him. "You need to tell her."
Sam looked back and forth between them. "Tell me what?"
Derek looked between Sam and Braeden, shaking his head as he let out a sigh through his nose. "Fine."
He nodded his head to the side to talk to her in privacy. Sam followed, confused and nervous. What the hell was he hiding?
"What happened?", Sam asked, softly. Derek swallowed. "The other night… Lydia came to the loft and let out the loudest scream and left.", he said, watching Sam's face fall.
"Her feeling wasn't about the Deadpool. It was about what's gonna happen now."
She shut her eyes. "Derek."
"I'm not coming back. Not alive.", he said, bluntly.
"Stop."
"You have to do this for me, Sam. Make this easier for me.", Derek said, making her look at him with glossy, frustrated eyes. "Do this for you–? Derek, we already talked about this. I'm not gonna let you go out there if it means you're gonna die and I won't be able to do anything about it."
"If it means we'll save Scott and Kira, I'm all for it.", Derek said. Sam shook her head. "I'm not." She pointed at the rest who were waiting, "We can save Scott. You're not going out there to die. You're staying here."
"We need everyone. That includes me.", he said.
"Derek–!" She swallowed before letting out a shaky breath. "I'm not going through that again. Not again. You're not about to do this to me. I refuse. You're not going."
Derek frowned sadly. "Sam, I can't stay behind." He wanted her to understand so badly. This wasn't just about him anymore. He didn't wanna make her decide, but…
She shook her head, as she furiously wiped away her unfallen tears. "If you're going, you stick by me. At all times. You stick by me and we're going home as soon as we get Scott and Kira. All of us."
Derek stepped up to Sam. "Look–"
She cut him off, pointing at him. "I fucking mean it, Derek.", she warns, her eyes blurring with tears again. "We're coming home. If I have to drag your half dead carcass home, I will.", she says, getting a chuckle out of him.
He pulled her into a hug. He couldn't even say anything more. Neither could she. She didn't wanna say goodbye and neither did he. But if it called for it, now was the time.
"Maybe - maybe Lydia was wrong.", Stiles whispered, shaking his head. "She could get here, and the feeling could be gone.", he says, trying to bring hope for his best friend.
As much as Derek annoyed him, he didn't wanna see him die either. Derek ended up being an important factor to his life too and brought so much more excitement into his life than he'd ask for, despite their losses.
"Has Lydia ever been wrong about these things before?", Malia asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Not even once.", Peter said, shaking his head.
"I'll call her.", Stiles told them, hurriedly pulling out his phone. "She–she should be here already."
Sam sniffled as she and Derek joined the others. Liam looked at her sympathetically and immediately brought her in a hug.
"What's she doing at the school, anyway?", Derek asked his cousin.
"We got Kira's sword, but we needed something with a stronger scent.", Malia said, holding up Kira's katana. "Lydia went to get a jacket out of her locker."
Stiles sighed heavily and put his phone in his pocket. "Nothing…"
"If she has a car, she can catch up to us.", Braeden said.
"That's a good point.", Peter agreed. "We'll call her from the road."
"No, what if something happened? What if she's in trouble?", Stiles asked, worriedly. Just because Derek was going to die, didn't mean everyone else wasn't at risk either.
"Fine. You stay — you find her. We're going on without you." Peter told him.
"I could call Mason.", Liam suggested, pulling away from Sam. "He has a study group at the school. Maybe he could look for her?"
Stiles sighed before nodding. "All right. Fine."
Stiles whispered lowly to Malia. "I need to be back there with Sam, Derek and Liam. I've got some experience dealing with out-of-control teen wolves. You gonna be okay riding with Peter?"
"He is my father. Maybe we could do some bonding.", she shrugged.
"No. No bonding." he protested. "Play the radio. Play it loud."
"Remember what we're dealing with." Peter told them, putting on his jacket. "It's not just Kate, it's Berserkers. You might see human eyes behind those skulls. Do not assume there's any humanity left." He glanced at Liam who seemed nervous. "This little one is terrified of them, aren't you?"
Liam stood beside Sam as Peter smirked at him. "Peter, please.", Sam mumbled, rubbing her throbbing temple. Peter sighed. "A reminder to everyone? You do not fight Berserkers to survive. You fight to kill."
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THIS POST IS A MESS but,,
in the spirit of shipping billy with literally anyone i see fit, my brain can't help but crave billy x jey uso 🥴 I KNOW Y'ALL PROBABLY DON'T WATCH WRESTLING OR CARE BUT HEAR ME OUT PLS
like in a modern au with wrestler!billy???
im thinking abt billy's upbringing, the abuse he experienced at neil's hand and jey's current sl and treatment within the bloodline and the way he's being forced by roman to bend the knee through violence.
i can just imagine billy, in his mid to late twenties, being apart of the bloodline like sami zayn was, if for no other reason than because roman wanted to snag the newest intercontinental champion, to neutralize any threat of billy coming after his title, now now he's trying to free himself and jey from roman's abuse.
unlike sami, billy refuses to leave the bloodline without jey with him, much like he refused to leave max when they were younger. even with the warnings from other wrestlers about roman and his reputation, billy shows up with the bloodline each week. he fights for them, the way they all do. he, just like jey, jimmy, solo, paul heyman and the majority of the wwe universe, acknowledges roman reigns as head of the table. but he doesn't stop seeking jey out when he knows they'll be alone. he doesn't stop trying to convince the former tag champion that they could be free of the brainwashing, the gaslighting and violence at the hands of roman if they fought together. he tells jey he's important and worth something, because he knows he wishes someone had been this beacon of light for him growing up. he knows all it takes is one person caring enough to stay to make all the difference.
jey, who can't understand why there's suddenly another person trying to decide whats best for him, why there's another person who insists there's some good left inside of him.
billy, who knows exactly what its like to believe you were just rotted from the inside and slowly becoming a hollow shell of a person, who knows what using your fists to get through life can do to an individual.
billy and jey who against all odds, find themselves easily falling for the other, only to be found out by roman and paul heyman, who does whatever they have to try and put the two on the outs. it works, splitting the fresh couple up, leaving jimmy, jey's twin and their brother solo to try and mend the hurt caused by their cousin and his "wiseman".
#billy hargrove#billy antis dni#billy hargrove deserved better#billy hargrove protection squad#wrestler billy hargrove#wrestler!billy#jey uso x billy hargrove#??#maybe???#billy hargrove angst#jey uso angst#tw: implied/referenced abuse#for ppl who dont know the storylines in wrestling are like a tv show#jey is related to roman but roman isnt actually abusive to his family#its all storyline/kayfabe#wwe x stranger things crossover???#id include more st characters but yknow#if ur gonna be shitty dont bother x
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💥😭💐🎭 (for 16)
𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒!
💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?
All of them. Seriously, he has a hard time with emotions in general. He has a hard time figuring out how he feels, especially if it is a negative emotion. There are a two that are particularly difficult for him, anger and anxiety. Anger isn't really something that he feels very often so he doesn't know how to cope with it very well, at most he gets annoyed at things. When he is actually angry, it's hard for 16 to communicate without it being known. He prefers to have space when he gets angry because he could say or do something that he would regret. Anxiety is very difficult for him to manage, Android 16 can barely function when he gets too anxious. He'll shut down almost completely. He wont speak, move, or rest. It's best to try and calm him down of just leave him alone if that doesn't work. Continuing to bother him could make things a lot worse.
😭 CRYING - what makes them cry? do they cry easily?
It's pretty difficult to make him cry, he usually only cries if he is very stressed. Any kind of stress will do it but it has to be really bad, the only other time he cries is if he is completely alone. That's when his thoughts get the better of him and his repressed emotions surface, so many feeling coming up at once doesn't even get a big reaction out of him. He just cries.
💐 BOUQUET - create a bouquet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favorite?
His bouquet would mostly consist of coriander flowers with snapdragons and cyclamen filling in the gaps and belladonna at it's center.
Coriander can mean a few things but the most common is hidden worth, he may not see it but he has the potential to be more than what he was made for. He may never see it but it is there. Snapdragons can mean a lot of things but I have them here for their double meaning of deception and graciousness, 16's habit of concealing his emotions and lying out of instinct are done to protect himself. And he is grateful for a lot of things, being made, the life he gets to experience through others, and his family.
Cyclamen can also mean a lot of things and I have them in the bouquet for a few reasons. Their meanings being a devoted heart, resignation, and goodbyes. These are all things I relate to him, devotion for obvious reasons but the other two are worth explaining. 16 has never really given himself a chance to be better, to be his own person, he has resigned himself to be what what he was made for. I have considered goodbyes a part of him for a while, he is constantly losing things and he has never had the chance to really have goodbyes. Most of the things he has lost has been taken. He wants to say goodbye but he can't when everything is already gone.
Belladonna is a fairly simple one, silence and death. There isn't a lot to elaborate on here, it's just him. He has a deep connection to both of these traits but more so death, 16 was made to kill and lost important people to death. He is almost like a beacon for death, no matter what happens, death is following him.
🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?
Android 16 acts very differently depending on who he is around to the point that it is almost a case by case situation with everyone he knows. He is much more talkative with friends and engages in conversation more than he would with some family or strangers. Family is a difficult one, he is quiet with 17 and 18 but he doesn't avoid conversation and enjoys being around them but he isn't open with them in the slightest. Under no circumstance would he tell either of them if he had a problem.
His parents are an issue for him, he wants to talk to them but feels obligated to stay silent and to himself, he wants to enjoy being around them the same way he does with 17 and 18 but he can't. Especially not with 21. He wants to help her and keep her happy, sometimes he acts more like a parent to her. And she...well she's trying. He knows she's trying and that she needs time but it is difficult when she makes a mistake. He is a little more comfortable around Gero but that's only because he seeks his validation, there aren't as many negative associations with him. He worries about what 17 and 18 would think if they knew he sought his father's approval but that's it. He doesn't have many associations with him in general. he just wants to like him and for Gero to give him even an ounce of validation.
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Was wondering if you have some recs for protective caring Peter taking care of stiles? I’m a sucker for the hurt/comfort.
Also I have to tell you I love your blog here and your stories on Ao3 are wonderful. I’ve read so many of them.
I feel like there's a lot of fics that fall under this genre, and there is actually a very specific tag for it but I don't think many people remember to use it, which sucks. I've dug up some that I think fit your parameters tho. Hopefully there are some you haven't read yet. Warning for some that have a darker tone to it, as in yes, Peter is protective and caring but also possessive and not-so-morally-upright about it, but that's, you know, pretty normal.
Keep You Like An Oath by Green
After 7 years in prison, Peter has important matters to attend to — and at the top of his list is the young mate he left behind, unclaimed for their own protection. But, for all his good intentions, Stiles has always needed him — now more than ever.
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Promises by Green
Peter's courting gift is a second chance for Stiles's sick mother. It won't last forever, but it's precious time they wouldn't have otherwise.
Stiles is a just a kid, but he knows a good deal when he sees one.
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Venus in the Rising Sun by Green
Stiles asked Derek to be his heat partner and quickly lost track of him. Now Stiles is pregnant and alone, but when he goes looking for Derek he finds something else entirely.
For Peter, it's practically love at first sight. He just has to get past Stiles's defenses.
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Love me slow, hallucinating by glossary
Summer eats up the town that year.
There are strange rainfalls at night, made up of warm water like cooling blood but sweet on the tongue. Peter takes to running into the forest every night, the roadmap of his veins sparking with electricity, alight by golden lanterns. Even in the dark the shades of green look saturated, false in their impossible aliveness: long swaying grass and soft moss covering the trunk of tall trees, moonlight through glossy green leaves and the scent of freshly turned earth. In the afternoons he leans out of the window of his flat and inhales deep to swallow the smell of hot asphalt and growing things.
Inevitably, he gets hungry.
Or: After the Nogitsune, Stiles begins to unravel. Peter enjoys pulling the strings (so he can tie them together).
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The Chasm and the Clash by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids)
Stiles has dreams of the Alpha after he dies. It makes no sense. He didn't know Peter before... did he?
Did Peter know him?
And why does his head hurt so much?
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trusting and choosing by finnickyfox
“I wanted to see what you’d do,” Stiles says. Peter holds off on handing over water—the truth sounds better in a hoarse voice. “You stayed. You had my back.”
Eyelids flutter open at half-mast, a deep honey stare before Stiles closes them again as he turns his chin and bares his neck.
—
Stiles offers Peter a chance to be an Alpha again if he gets Stiles out of Beacon Hills.
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Inside I'm Screaming (Make Me Real) by Therapeutic_Steter
anonymous asked: how about: after the kanima attack stiles decides he's over being undervalued and not cared for by scott and peter comes and cares for him, and stiles ends up joining dereks pack.
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Hold My Hand by Therapeutic_Steter
iidiiotiiciintelliigence asked: Sort of a spin off of the blind Stiles fic: "uh stiles, I'm over here. What's up with you lately? It's like you can't see or something." "... You do relive that I'm blind, don't you Scott?" In which the pack don't notice when stiles loses his sight for some reason (genetic or curse so it isn't obvious) and Peter was the only one to help him through it
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Sanctuary by DiscontentedWinter
The Hale Wolf Sanctuary isn’t just for wolves.
It turns out it’s for Stilinskis as well.
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Tremors by Corpium
(Stiles has a taste for him now. All Peter needs to do is wait.)
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If Tomorrow Never Comes by gryvon
Stiles should know better than to trust an offer that seems too good to be true, especially when it comes from Erica. He's supposed to be staying in Erica and Boyd's apartment, not this stupidly ridiculous Hale Pack mansion with Sentinel Prime Peter Hale, who Stiles has an enormous crush on.
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Beautiful Like Birds by Whispering_Sumire
"Stiles?" he asks, turning on the light, and Stiles looks at him- eyes wide, a flicker of utter devotion and heartbreaking joy passing his features before his whole face crumples and-
"Daddy?"
John has never seen his son like this, or maybe he has, when Claudia died, but it's different somehow, more, and terrifying because he has no idea why. He's closed half the distance between them before he even has time to think it through, but it doesn't matter because Stiles has bridged the rest and flung himself into John's arms.
He falls apart like that, holding onto John so tightly that it's hard to breathe, but he can't care about that right now because his son is sobbing and chanting "Daddy," desperately into his shoulder.
[Or, the one where Stiles goes back in time to save the world, and surprisingly, survives to tell the tale.]
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Bedtime Stories by Whispering_Sumire
"It's — growing pains. This is me getting stronger. I have evidence. I won a spar. The score is 60-1 or something but I won one. So. There."
"... I suppose some congratulations are in order?" Peter says, half-mocking drawl.
Stiles flips him off. Makes pathetic noises when all of his muscles protest at once.
A fingertip grazes his and — "Wow," Stiles breathes, dazed, as his pain begins drifting away on a cotton candy cloud of childish-shiver ecstasy. "Don't stop. Do not ever stop."
"That's quite a request. And quite a unique position to be requesting it from."
Stiles lifts his head up - with miraculous ease - and glares at the middle-finger currently cosying up to Peter's black-veined pointer. He feels dangerously close to pouting. He doesn't want to lose the werewolf-mojo, but Peter is kind of right.
Peter heaves a sigh before Stiles can come up with something probably stupid and says, "Would you like a massage, Stiles?"
[And maybe this is where their love story started, or maybe it started with breaking and entering and a few pranks, or maybe it started when they first locked eyes on one another. However it started — here's how it goes.]
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Let Me Run Away With You by Whispering_Sumire (Steterek)
"So," Peter says, after an hour or so of driving in tense silence, "I assume we're going back to your beloved Beacon Hills?"
"No," Stiles tells him, without even looking up from the restorative paste he's administering to Derek's wounds. And isn't that surprising?
"No?"
"I took the GPS out of Roscoe and I hacked into some of your accounts to get him travel-ready. I don't care where we go Peter, but I don't want to go back to Beacon Hills," there's a desperation in his voice that makes Peter's skin crawl, though he has no idea why, "please."
"Okay," Peter agrees softly.
[Or: The one where Stiles is in a very bad place, and Peter and Derek manage to unwittingly save him from himself while he saves them from themselves.]
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Protect Me by syriala
The first time Stiles had gotten hurt for the pack, for Scott, had been by Gerard during the kanima mess. And even back then no one but Peter had noticed.
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Beauty In His Eyes by Whispering_Sumire
"Take me away," Stiles breathes when Peter opens his door.
He's soaked through, heavy rain drumming against the stiff line of his shoulders, mud cached up his pants, his arms, teeth-clacking, bone-clinking shivers wracking harshly through him. He feels cracked open, desperate, hollow, and there's a tight, blistering ache in the back of his throat begging him to cry, to spill out all his secrets, his terror, his misery.
"Alpha," he murmurs, crumbling, nearly whisked away by the harsh winds, and Peter's eyes go molten, from ice to lava in a split second, the liquid magma in those irises so entrancing that Stiles, roughly, helplessly, raggedly, repeats what can only be a benediction, "Alpha."
Peter growls, rough and low, and drags him inside, shutting the door behind him a little gentler than he'd expect, but then, Peter is always doing things gentler than he'd expect.
He fucking drowned him gentler than he would've expected, and isn't that just... his life in a nutshell.
[Or: Peter is protective and violent, Stiles is fucked up but surviving, and they elope to canada to see the northern lights.]
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love is the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe by lavenderlotion
He's had a day. A...just a really challenging day. Not all days are bad, especially not lately, but. Hormones suck. Testosterone sucks. Sure, it's the best thing that's ever happened to him, but his face won't stop breaking out and his voice won't stop breaking and Stiles' body has been aching for the last three days. He got into another fight with his dad which is just...it is what it is.
But he needs a break, and Peter has always meant easy bantering and, more importantly, safety.
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Breathing You In by lavenderlotion
“Good morning, kiddo,” his dad said, and the words hurt.
All Stiles wanted to do was step forward and let his dad hug him, allow his father to give him comfort. His father's hugs had always been all-encompassing, the way he would fold himself around Stiles and hold him as tightly as he could.
Stiles stepped around him, careful not to let foreign skin touch anything that was special to him.
Anything he loved.
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The Devil You Know by Twisted_Mind
He’s so tired, in every way it’s possible to be tired. He tried going for a walk tonight to prevent a panic attack, and ended up being rescued, dazed and bleeding, by Peter Hale. There are so many things wrong with that sentence he doesn’t even know where to start. Panic attacks. Being stuck inside his brain sucking so hard he needed to be alone and moving. The sense of relief that came with crashing into Peter.
He shouldn’t be okay with this. He didn’t give Peter permission to sleep in his bed. His dad will be home soon. Peter’s more than a decade older than him. Peter can’t be trusted.
But he’s tired, and this feels so, so good.
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Your Bruises Drive Me Insane by 100percentfluffster
They always seemed to forget that Stiles was human. In some manners at least. Scott and Derek always went on about how he was too fragile to be helpful. That he was a liability and the weak link of the Pack, but that awareness of his fragility seemed to always disappear when it came to their own aggression.
A story of how Peter notices the way the Pack treats Stiles and does everything he can to step between Stiles and further harm.
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Weak by syriala
Stiles just wanted to sleep. His head was hurting, and he was pretty sure he had more than one cracked rib, and maybe even a cracked cheekbone. He couldn’t be sure, not without an x-ray but he wouldn’t go to the hospital. His dad was already worried enough, Stiles didn’t need to add this to his list.
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Drooling by syriala
Stiles was exhausted when he entered Peter’s apartment. School had been hell, lacrosse practice had been brutal, and all Stiles wanted to do was sleep. But there was a new threat in town and he and Peter needed to do some research.
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Looking After You by Slayer_of_Destiny
Can Peter be a chance for Stiles, can Stiles be a second chance for Peter? When Peter offers Stiles a relationship will the younger man take the chance with the werewolf?
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Precolonial HWS SEA Rant Post, feel free to ignore
If you're still reading, then you're probably looking for evidence or some juicy tidbits to throw back at me or to try and find dirt to cancel me, like typical Tumblr/Twitter. Go ahead, I don't really care.
First off, let me just say that If you like Precolonial South-East Asia AUs, feel free to keep enjoying them. I will respectfully support your passions from afar. This post is just to explain why I don't like it, especially the way they keep insisting/portraying PH in it.
Still here? Then let me begin.
Since the recent confirmation that the ASEAN Six Majors (Can't really say ASEAN 10 atm since it's still missing some people) Were completed and the Ma-Phil-Indo Trio was included, there has been a large surge in 'Precolonial' fanarts and portrayals of South East Asians, those three especially.
Even long, long before, circa 2010's ish, a rather well-known fan universe known as 'Maaf' dealt with their story and how their Author thought their intertwined histories went. Written by (my best guesstimate) an Indonesian writer who wants to explore the old, SEA bond.
When I first stumbled across Maaf (I was in Highschool at the time, around age 16-ish), I took a casual interest in it and tried to read it through. But, I will wholeheartedly admit that at the time, Pre-Colonial cultures of South-East Asia in general, let alone Philippine, did not really interest me that much. The focus (I think) was mostly on Indonesia, a country I didn't really know back then, and the liberal use of 'ancient' names and artwork just made it feel like an entirely Original Work (that needed a degree in History to really appreciate) and not something from Hetalia. I also completely disagreed with what I could gather was the story's portrayal of PH but I'm getting ahead of myself.
Do I hate 'Maaf'? No, I don't hate it. Do I wish I never came across it or that it didn't exist? Of course not. Just because I didn't enjoy it or appreciate it that well doesn't mean I wish any ill toward it, its fans, or its creator.
Fast forward to April 2021, the long awaited inclusion of South East Asia to the canon Hetalia verse. I was happy, the other fans were happy, all was good.
Then started the questionable fanarts, fan theories and fan pairings.
Especially the expansion of Precolonial! PH.
Let's go back to Maaf for one moment. From what I understood of Maaf, PH there was a character who once was like all the other South East Asian cultures, trading with them, all around being a nice family.
But all that changed when the Spaniards attacked, so cry the precolonial buffs. They destroyed everything, ransacked and marginalized the tribes, erased everything that PH was!
Did that happen? ABSOLUTELY. The Spaniards had this vision in mind that they must spread Christianity to all of the 'savage, unchristian heathens' of their realm. :V /s
But back up a second, back to PH's portrayal in Maaf. The way she (yeah, she) was portrayed there was that she was slowly losing her memories of being a 'true' South East Asian and grew more and more westernized in the process, like some sort of Culture-specific Alzheimer's or something.
Firstly, that is seriously depressing, and secondly, I just really don't see that happening.
Here's why.
Point 1: Even before Colonial Masters, Filipinos as a people cannot agree on anything.
I'll just begin this segment with a Philippine proverb that outlines what Filipinos call 'Crab Mentality' or 'Crab Bucket Mentality'.
"You don't need a lid for a container when you're keeping multiple crabs. If you keep at least two crabs together, they will just pull each other down instead of helping each other up."
I don't know how it goes with Indonesian or Malaysian history class, but what I know of my homeland, both pre- and post-colonial history, we were never really 'united' or 'together' in the sense that Indonesia and Malaysia were (from what I assume).
Let me pull up a somewhat related question on r/AskHistorians.
The reason I brought this up as it shows the reasons why, in my opinion, a single entity that is 'Precolonial Philippines-tan' is an impossibility.
The answers are long and would extend this already long post to stupid proportions, so I'll just quote relevant sentences. The link is here for those that wanna deep-dive into the answer.
"All this to say that there wasn't a name used for the entire Philippine islands before the Philippines that people now would agree to. An interesting comparison would be the Holy Roman Empire, which might also be characterized as disparate politico-geographic groups of relatively small size that had a history of relations between each other, but one thing they had that the Philippines did not was a common language, or at least a family of mostly mutually intelligible languages, so that the name Deutschland or Germany isn't terribly offensive to anyone. If you called the Philippines the 'Lupang-Tagalog' or even 'Lupang-Tao' the other ethnic groups would protest."
For those in need of translation, 'Lupang Tagalog' means 'Land of the Tagalogs' and 'Lupang Tao' means 'Land of People', specifically. The first one is already exclusive and offensive, as the Tagalog peoples are but one of many ethnicities here.
And for the 'Lupang Tagalog' suggestion specifically, it's even more offensive as they are the majority ethnicity (not by much, just around 28%) From this chart from Geography Now! It would basically be alienating everyone else in the 72% remainder that isn't 'Tagalog'.
And even 'Lupang Tao', the most generic name in a local language you can think of, would be met with contempt because the name itself is in the Tagalog language.
Just travelling between two individual island groups today would sometimes require a translator because the words can change very rapidly and very drastically. Here's a sample of some differences coming from a friend living in Visayas (in Red) vs. the words I know living in Luzon (In blue).
Ate vs. Manang = Older Sister
Ibon vs. Pispis = Bird
Tumawa vs. Kadlaw = To laugh
Takot vs. Hadlok = Fear
Kain vs. Kaon = To eat
Ngayon vs. Subong = Now, at this point in time
Iyak vs. Hibi/Gibi = to cry
Talampakan vs. Tiil = Foot (in Tagalog, the word retains its 'body part AND unit of measurement' meaning)
Tulog vs. Tuyo = to sleep (Tuyo in Tagalog is either a dried salted fish or 'to dry')
The kicker is that just like Tagalog is just one of many languages here, so too is the language my friend speaks. Ask an entirely new person, like someone from Mindanao, they'll probably have an entirely new set of words.
It's not just Luzon vs. Visayas vs. Mindanao, either. Here's a map listing some of the ethnic groups here.
Even the way they're written differs from location to location.
While we're on the subject of Island divisions, a casual skim across Twitter and Tumblr has shown that their Precolonial PH has been one of the following ancient civilizations: Tondo, Butuan, Sugbu, Namayan. There may have been others but that was what I have found.
Notice how even today, the posters of Precolonial PH can't seem to agree on what he's supposed to be? With Indonesia it's either Majapahit or Srivijaya and Malaysia it's usually Malacca iirc.
What is the big deal? Well, let's go back to the Ask Historians post. "Why didn't the Philippines ever change its name to remove the colonial mark that being named after a Spanish King has?" The answer: "If you suggested something dating to precolonial times, the other ethnic groups would protest."
Since we're on a roll with maps, let me bring this up.
As you can see, the precolonial PH posts have a reason to not be able to agree on one thing, as there is a LOT of options. Do you also see how THAT list is also split up?
It's split up into those aligned with China (Sinified), aligned with India (Indianized), aligned with the Middle East (Islamicized), and no alignment (Animist). Now, let's go back to the main suggestions for which Kingdom/Polity/Civilization/whatever Modern Philippines used to be.
If the Filipino peoples' couldn't agree on something as simple as WHAT TO CALL THE LAND THEY'RE LIVING ON, what more a living, breathing, walking, talking entity that is supposed to be a beacon of all of their 'unified' culture? ESPECIALLY if that entity used to be a currently existing Kingdom/Polity/Rajahnate/Sultanate/whatever.
Tondo? "Of course, always the damn Tagalogs. Tagalog this, Tagalog that. First the capital city, then the language,* THE REST OF US EXIST, YOU KNOW! What about us in Visayas? Mindanao?"
*The national language known as 'Filipino' is just standardized Tagalog*
Butuan? "Wait, you want Butuan to represent us? They're they only Indian-aligned city in the Islam-majority Mindanao! They're not even that many of them! I'm not gonna change my religion!"
Sugbu, the other name for the Rajahnate of Cebu on the map? Lemme bring back my Visayan friend again. According to her, she hails from the Hiligaynon part of Visayas.
"Sure :v and the other islands are what?
Chopped liver?
Not to mention the language and writing barrier helloooo"
And Namayan? Well. I'll let this pic speak for itself.
To summarize, no matter who you pick as Modern PH's previous identity, it will not end well nor be accepted by the other Kingdoms at the time.
"So where does that leave Modern PH, he had to have been ONE of them, right?"
Well, not really. He doesn't HAVE to be one of the Ancient Kingdoms that lasted till the modern day. I mean, predecessor representatives exist in Hetalia canon, after all. Like Modern Greece is a different character from Ancient Greece, Ancient Egypt and Modern Egypt, heck even England and his brothers have a canon mother that was the rep before them.
Or you could even use the same logic that Germany does, in that each specific region has/had its own representative and that Modern!PH is just the 'mediator' between them (cause gawd does PH need one). There could be a Tondo, a Namayan, a Butuan, and a Sugbu, all arguing and this Proto-PH is just trying to make headway in making them all satisfied.
But, even after all this, there is another reason why I personally don't subscribe to the 'Precolonial PH' idea, and by tangential extension, the Indo x Phil pairing.
Point 2: Even without intending to, Precolonial Indo x Phil just comes off as patronizing
This second point is just ENTIRELY personal preference and barely has any facts to back it up.
Again, if you like the pairing and disagree with me, You do you. I will respectfully support you and your passions from a distance.
But for me, Indo being Phil's seme/bae/boyfriend and consistently bringing up precolonial times just comes off as patronizing.
Just one more time, I'd like to point out that I am NOT bashing Indonesia, its people or the subscribers of Indo x Phil. This is just how the pairing feels to ME specifically.
The way I see it, Indo x Phil as a pairing, especially if it extends back into precolonial times, reads the same way as a long-since married couple where the husband/wife CONSTANTLY brings up that ONE outing you had together, or that ONE prom night where you kissed while dancing, even it happened like 30 some-odd years ago and so much more happened since then.
Even in a platonic sense, It reads like two besties where one ALWAYS mentions stuff like 'Yeah but you looked so much cooler back in High School' or 'Back in Grade School you would've known that', or 'Remember back in Pre-school we did X? How could you forget that?'
How does one respond to the notion that no matter what you do now, it will never compare to a past you've already forgotten or barely remember? That the best version of 'you' is already long gone?
"That's because the westerners made you forget your culture! You gotta take it back!"
While it is true, yes, as a collective we barely remember the Kingdom that commissioned the Laguna Copperplate, or created the Banaue Rice Terraces, or created the millennia old bonds that we still share with Indonesia and Malaysia.
But to keep pushing the precolonial identity would be to neglect and cast aside the one REAL binding belief and culture that spans the entirety of these islands we call the Philippines.
We take on all the bad stuff that happens to us, conquer it, and make it our own. Be it natural disasters, foreign powers, or negative stereotypical mentalities.
Yes, we've forgotten the ancient kingdoms of old and are just now digging through the closet for those remnants of the past. Yes, the colonizers imposed that on us, and made us forget. But in the process we've also taken everything that they left behind, everything that they threw at us, and created something that can only come from us.
The lanterns that the Spaniards used to light the way to the morning masses they made us attend became our globally known symbol of Christmas. The junked vehicles that the Americans left behind in World War 2 are now rolling works of art that announce themselves loud and proud on the streets (for better or for worse). The iced dessert recipe that the Japanese forced us to learn while they were occupying the country is now so distinct and famous it is synonymous with us, and is so delicious even Italy has taken notice.
Even after all this? Even after all the 425-ish years total we have been under a foreign power, with all the progress we've made as a country, a people, and a nation, you would still imply our fragmented, jigsaw puzzle state of being in the past was better just because it was pure 'South East Asian' like everyone else?
We might not be as well put-together as Indonesia or Malaysia, but we made this melting pot of angry, leg-pulling, dogpiling, Native, Mestizo, Chinoy, and Fil-Am crabs OURS, damnit!
It's now 4:30 AM and I have work in 5 or so hours. I'll be going to sleep now.
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