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animeyanderelover · 2 years

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12/25 for my 25 Anime special. This character was requested.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, delusions, manipulation, controlling behavior, strict behavior, punishment, abduction, isolation

Yandere Beatrix Sakamaki Hc's

🔹Technically speaking, Beatrix is a good person but sadly also rather awkward. Even with centuries on this planet, she seems to have problems expressing her feelings properly to her darling which is why she often comes over as a strict and cold person. There are indeed certain expectations she has on her darling since she is a bit obsessed with her s/o being perfect just like her son Reiji. She forces a lot on you similar to what Shu has to go through because of her. Behavior is highly valued in her eyes and so she does belittle and chides you when you do something wrong and gives a mild punishment.

🔹From all vampires in the Diabolik Lovers series, she is still one of the very few people who isn't very sadistic. She loves her s/o very much but due to her awkward personality and lack of knowledge how to handle an obsession over a human, she unwittingly ends up scaring you a bit and giving off the wrong expression. She is the second wife of Karlheinz so you'd expect her to not be very experienced when it comes to a relationship yet she appears to be aware of her own obsession she has. Beatrix doesn't want to look as clumsy as she feels with her feelings though, especially in front of her sons since she wants to raise them properly. She's also paranoid that Cordelia will try to hurt or even kill you since she hates Beatrix for birthing the oldest children. For that reason alone she is protective enough to never let you leave her side.

🔹The second wife doesn't seem like a jealous or possessive type which is mainly because she does not let you leave her side or let you see the outside world again. As her partner you shouldn't bother yourself with unnecessary things like the outside world and with that also everyone outside apart from her sons. She views other people as a bad influence who will taint you and everything she's taught you. She isn't jealous when her own children spend time with you either since she is willing to admit that you are in some aspects better with her boys than she is. Especially since she sort of neglects Reiji and favors Shu since he is the firstborn son.

🔹Since we already know how she feels about the outside world, you must know the answer to her opinion about kidnapping as well. Now, in that aspect Beatrix might be a bit more delusional because whilst she views her fixation on you as rather unhealthy, she doesn't view the abduction part as really bad. Her s/o should see it as a favor to be away from all impudent and uneducated monkeys who forgot how manners work and will be willing and dedicated to teach you what other humans failed to teach you. She thinks of kidnapping more as a privilege since you shouldn't get soiled by the disgusting world outside of the castle with drunk and violent people.

🔹As a lady of manners, Beatrix sees herself above falling for petty and primal emotions. She knows better than to charge in without thinking and she has almost zero reasons to kill someone. Who is there left besides her sons anyways after she took you under her arms? The only person she is really afraid of is Cordelia since that nasty woman tries to constantly attack you since she knows that Beatrix treasures you in her own awkward way. She fears that Karlheinz might attempt something as well but looking on how he is in general completely uninterested about what everyone in the castle does as long as they follow his orders, she sees him as the smaller threat for now. Never someone to soil her hands, she normally orders a servant to do the dirty work or poisons someone. Reiji sometimes takes care of a potential pest as well because not only does he want to be acknowledged by Beatrix, if you pay attention to him and praise him he might start to become quite possessive and obsessive over you as well.

🔹Taking everything into account, Beatrix is probably one of the nicest people to have as a Yandere. Her impassive side is a facade since she does not know how to romance someone properly but with time she probably warms up if her s/o is the patient and understanding type. The chances are big that Shu and Reiji will grow up viewing you as their real other parent and turning into platonic Yanderes themselves. Beatrix isn't even opposed to that since it means that she can count on her sons to protect you as well and since she kind of hopes that with you she can fix the dysfunctional family dynamic.

#yandere diabolik lovers #yandere beatrix #yandere beatrix sakamaki

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twiceasfrustrating · 3 years

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I'm sorry if I already requested this of you I honestly have the memory of a walnut. But can I request headcannons of the boys + dia who find out MC has an emotionally abusive husband? Like fluff with some murder maybe?

thank you

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Characters: Lucifer (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Mammon (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Leviathan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Satan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Asmodeus (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Beelzebub (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Belphegor (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Diavolo (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Main Character (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)

Additional Tags: abusive relationship mentioned, some are a bit murdery, I don't know how to write fluff for such a situation but I tried

A/N: If you are in an abusive situation in the USA and need to speak to someone, please call 1-800-799-7233. If you cannot call, you can also text “START” to 88788. If it is safe for you, you can also go to the website directly. Abuse takes many forms, but it is always about control.

Feel free to add the numbers/contact for other countries if you have them.

Lucifer

He got upset at MC once and they flinched when he yelled and they started apologizing like there was no tomorrow. That was how he found out something was wrong. They wouldn’t say anything, but he could tell that something was deeply wrong. Perhaps he had never noticed before the formation of their pact how MC shuddered around him whenever he got upset, but now he did.

He is very careful not to yell again and when he does he is quick to lower his voice the second MC shows distress, reassuring them that he is not angry at them and would not harm them. It sounds almost hollow after how he acted when they originally met, but he means it.

There was one time MC dropped a dish on the floor while cooking and it broke, spilling hot food everywhere. They started picking up the pieces in a hurry, not even paying attention to how the hot shards burned and cut up their hands.

Lucifer was quick to pick them up off the ground and tend to the fresh injuries, all while they kept apologizing and saying that they would clean it up as soon as they could and saying they would make something else. Lucifer forbade them from doing either and cleaned the mess himself. He did that a lot. Took care of their ‘mistakes’ and cared for them. They would almost believe he wasn't the same terrifying man they had first met.

It takes a long time for MC to get used to their new relationship with Lucifer and once they do they are far more comfortable and less skittish.

He is not pressuring the story out of them. He can wait, as difficult as it is, for them to open up. However, he is no fool. He knows who is to blame, and that man should be very afraid should Lucifer and he ever meet.

Mammon

MC always spoke so well of their husband when they first met the brothers. Mammon was actually jealous and wished MC would talk about him that way. They would always say how kind their husband was and how he loved them and how he wanted the best for them. It sounded like some kind of cheesy romance novel.

Things started to get weird though when he and MC started to get even closer. He would invite them out, only to hear “I don’t think my husband would like that” or “I shouldn’t be alone with you”. It was weird the first time, but it quickly became a pattern. A very worrying pattern. Mammon knew abuse when he saw it. He was the family butt monkey and a witch punching bag, after all.

The difference is that he’s a fallen angel that is used to such treatment and, as a demon, the things done to him do very little in the long run. Humans are far more fragile though; their minds, bodies, and hearts. And then Mammon started to hate MC’s husband with a passion that could not be matched.

He cared less about making that bastard pay and more about taking care of MC. Such treatment can ruin a person, especially good people like MC. He would do anything to show them that they deserved better than that man, whatever that eventually meant.

Leviathan

He and MC have a little too much in common for his taste. It is actually almost disgusting how little self-worth they seem to have, but he can also see how that was trained into them.

They play down their worth a lot: “It’s nothing”, “It could be better”, “I failed again”, etc. They never say anything positive about themself. They are really good at picking out their flaws, but almost incapable of pointing out their merits.

It goes against everything Levi believes in, but he has to start praising them since they won’t praise themself. He likes hanging out with them, the stuff they make is nice, they are a really quick learner. It feels weird to praise someone, but it’s nice to see MC start to feel a little better about all the things they do.

Although, he also has the mild thought of showing MC’s husband that there are more terrifying things in the world than the horrors a human is capable of. After all, Levi has seen the monsters that dwell in the deep; he is one of those monsters and there is a reason humans fear the darkest depths.

Satan

There are some wonderful upsides to being the avatar of wrath. Normally, Satan wouldn't be so crass as to give into them, but sometimes humanity is just so vile that he can't help himself.

One of those upsides is a mind filled to the brim with the instinctual desire to rip and tear anything he can get his hands on to pieces. It's an instinct he fights off constantly with his centuries of training and self-discovery, but just this once he doesn't mind becoming the beast he was born as.

MC's husband squeals like a stuck pig throughout the entire night, only the winds, spiders, and Satan being able to hear and appreciate the sound. And appreciate it he does, until the screaming stops and his hands are drenched with blood.

He really needs to get himself cleaned off before he sees MC again, otherwise they will be terrified. He needs to look his best when they come running to him worried about their missing husband. It’s sad how much they worry about him despite everything.

Asmodeus

MC was always so calm and docile when he wanted to spend time with them. He didn’t really get it at first but it was easier to dress them up and take them out, so he didn’t question it. At least, not until someone (read: Solomon) not so subtly pointed out that it is unusual for someone to be so passive, almost to the point of being doll-like.

Asmo didn’t believe it at first. How could anyone treat someone as sweet as MC so cruelly, especially someone that is supposed to love them? But from that day onward, his eyes were opened up and he started to notice things.

The way they didn’t put forth their own opinions and let him take the lead on everything, how they stuck close to him when they both went out, the subtle way their fingers reached out then drew back when they liked something.

“Do you like it?” He would ask and their response was “do you?”

It was so difficult to get them to start putting their own wants and desires above what they thought he’d like. When they showed interest in something, he would fawn all over it. If they liked something, he liked it too. He would buy them things they even glanced casually at, told them they were worthwhile and lovely, anything that other man would never say to them.

He tore them down so completely, but Asmo would work tirelessly to build them back up.

Beelzebub

He is the softest man in the world, and sometimes MC just lets things slip out. He’s very easy to open up to and they don’t think about what they say. He was the first person that they opened up to about what was happening to them.

Suffice it to say, Beel was shocked when they mentioned how terrified they were for the exchange program to end. Despite everything that they had been through over the past year, they didn’t want to go back.

Beel had only felt so powerless one other time in his life. He couldn’t go with them to protect them and they couldn’t stay in the Devildom forever to stay safe. It was painfully cruel just how much he couldn’t help them.

All he could do was hold them and listen to them get everything off of their chest, dreading the day that the exchange program would end.

MC has to hurry up and learn how to summon him, because he wants to keep them safe from that awful situation. He would never allow another person it the world to hurt them again.

Belphegor

Belphie likes exactly one human in the three realms and every other one is none of his concern. Or, they wouldn’t be his concern if it weren’t for the fact that the one human he cared about was the victim of this particular instance.

He’s not like some of his other brothers. He doesn’t do comfort and he isn’t the best at torture, prefering to get everything over with quickly so he doesn’t have to expend all the extra energy. But, for such a special occasion, he is more than willing to put in the effort.

Humans really do create their own worst fears. Their minds run a mile a minute and they have the strangest way of finding how their own terrors can overpower what little defenses they have.

He may not be able to touch MC’s husband, but he can certainly return every slight against his favorite human. Long, sleepless nights wracked with unending horrors that only that man can truly appreciate.

All the while, he will gladly hold MC when their own nightmares overtake them, trying to put their mind at ease for just this moment. How he wished that his powers could control the waking world as well as their dreams...

Diavolo

“Don’t go back.” It was the first time Diavolo had brought up the idea. It was one he had been considering for a long time, knowing that it was extreme given that MC was a human and had to live in the human realm. However, he couldn’t live with himself knowing the kind of life MC would return to once they left.

The shouting, the insults, discarding everything MC liked because their husband doesn’t care for it… Diavolo would never feel right knowing he sent someone dear to him back there.

He had the means to help them get literally anywhere but back to that man. Diavolo could help set them free from that life, even if they didn’t want to stay in the Devildom. He knew MC would have the support of everyone they had met.

All they had to do was say yes and he would move the Devildom itself to get them out of there.

#obey me #dark fic #mine #request #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #swd obey me #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #headcanon #obey me headcanons

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rozugold · 2 years

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Sorry, I wanted to reply to the other person but I am trying not to the other person but I am a bit uncomfortable going out of Anon so bear with me (I'm the same.anon who ranted earlier)

That's what's frustrating to me, because I don't think it should be that deep

I've been called a C!Dream apologist derogarotily in the past because I just thought folks are making C!Tommy too much of a trauma monkey that NEEDS to be taken care of which would've been fair and a source of comfort (which he was for me for a little while) until folks begin to completely negatively attack the ACTUAL CC's for playing something that SHOULDN'T be a thing their character knows

(What I meant by that was I just had an opinion that not all of the Characters need to have strong opinions on C!Tommy as C!Tommy doesn't need to be the center of attention all the time... And I was called a trash person for saying that)

Cause I gotta agree with the replies, as seen with C!PK, a lot of the CCs DO know and understand the VODs BUT there's literally no way for them in character to know the extent of it cause C!Tommy literally wouldn't talk about it.

And that's what I found annoying because C!Tommy is such a character that overtakes others that the moment a character has a relatively understandable reasoning for hating him because he 1.) Wouldn't explain the extent of his abuse which is understandable in C!Tommy's side cause abuse survivors are not beholden to explain everything, but also understandable for VERY FLAWED characters to have their own reasons to think differently than the viewers with all the context they have and 2.) I'm sorry, but Inniters are now well known for lashing out and actually ATTACKING CC's who dare write an obstacle for poor sweet UwU C!Tommy (looking at the folks who attacked cc!Bad for rebuilding the Prime Path in the first place, and shout out to people who harrassed me for having opinions that deviate from c!Dream is literally satan and c!Phil is a flawed human being but he isn't necessarily evil)

And I'm not saying all Inniters are like this, but I just really really want some of them to know when to step back from the Minecraft Roleplay when its topics are hitting that close to home now that they feel the need of making sure ALL the CCs write in a direction they want and accusing them of not being on the know because "Bad wouldn't write it if he knew the extent of Exile :(" like, you don't know that???

I saw that with people harassing CC!Niki, I saw that with people harassing C!Dream apologists (not abuse apologists but folks who connect with C!Dream or just appreciate his character), and I saw that with folks attacking anybody with mild dislike on C!Tommy as a character

Like come on, even CC!QUACKITY when asked who his favorite character was, was scared to admit C!Dream is his favorite, like, isn't that indicative already of what they saw in the fanbase with that sort of reaction?

A bunch of Inniters have made it hostile to discuss lore with people in fear that just stating your opinion on C!Tommy is indicative of your character as a person

And Inniters need to know that and be aware of that, especially with their bad eggs' tendencies to be controlling on CC's writing when you don't know what direction they were even going

Again, NOT saying all Inniters are like this, in fact Rozu I think you're one of the very reasonable ones

Tldr: Know when you're becoming that unironic toxic Inniter, and know when it is good to just step back and not take people's opinions or writing on C!Tommy reflect on them as a person. It has hurt a lot of CCs (Niki and Bad for example) and a lot of fans like me who have been driven out of lore Discussions entirely due to accusations thrown around based on their opinion on a freaking fictional character. Relating to a character is good but Inniters need to remember to be reasonable.

Clarification: This also may sound like I have an inherent bias against C!Tommy appreciators, but I need to clarify, I WAS an Inniter, and I was known in my friendgroup to write Tumblr esque long takes about how wrong C!Tommy was by the other characters. I came to this writing as somebody once deep into that comunity before being driven away the moment I spoke of something not fitting in the mainstream opinions. This isn't meant to be an attack on Inniters because I WAS one, and I fully understand relating and finding comfort in C!Tommy as somebody who endured similar stuff he had to go through. So please, take my words not as out of hate, but genuine concern for folks who are taking their liking of C!Tommy too far that they are hurting people in the process.

#anyone who harasses people for what they think about fictional characters suck #I agree with you on that one #I haven’t seen anyone harassing others so I don’t have much to comment on #long post #rozu asks #anonymous #discourse #last ask I’ll answer about tis #discuss on the other posts if you’d like or make your own plz

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trashytoastboi · 3 years

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Could you please do hc's for Ace, Luffy and Garp where Ace's n Luffy's sister is a marine but like. At the battle of marinefold, just when Akainu is about to kill her brothers she just

Hits him with a sea stone mallet as hard as she can, tells him that she quits, then she grabs the brothers and just makes a run for it. No hesitation, only mild panic

Heyya!!🍀 this was really fun to write and I hope I did it justice, also became all inclusive with the characters since it was the same situation 😅 hope you enjoy~

(Female Pronouns)

Headcanons: Ace, Luffy, Garp x Sister!/Grandaughter! Reader - Saving her family at Marineford

Portgas D. Ace, Monkey D. Luffy, Monkey D. Garp

🍖🔥👊Growing up alongside her brothers was boisterous to say the least. Starting with Ace, then Luffy and even adding Sabo to mix... over the course of Garp's hellish training to become Marines, Luffy and Ace protested and claimed to be aiming to be pirates. Of course a very confident {Name} always boasted about being the one to catch them as a Marine.

🍖🔥👊However the moment she discovered that Ace would be executed for the world to see...her loyalty faltered. The loyalty to the Marines but never to her family, and while she remained true to the Marines and fought off the pirates with everything she had, {Name} was pulling punches here and there, even 'accidentally' letting pirates get past her. In the chaotic state of the battlefield who could blame her? All she hoped for was Ace to get saved.

🍖🔥👊Of course she felt reassured considering Luffy came onto the scene, no less from a warship falling from the sky. Seriously trust him to steal the show like that, what she didn't expect was the face off between Luffy and Garp...and the fact that probably out of everyone, Garp wanted to see Ace saved the most.

🍖🔥👊In an instant she was across the battlefield to help him up to his feet after being hit aside by Luffy (where was that speed when fighting the pirates trying to save Ace I wonder) "Grandpa are you alright?" She asked though the answer came when seeing just how much relief he had on his face.

🍖🔥👊Of course a situation even more chaotic occured, that being Sengoku turning into a giant gold buddha and trying to swat Luffy, Ace and No. 3 like insects. And resulting in the execution stand being shattered. {Name's} stomach churned, her chest was heavy with fear of the worst possible scenario...until those bright and intense flames covered the surrounding area to reveal Ace and Luffy safe and sound. She wanted to run and hug them, just cry from relief. But not now, they need to escape.

🍖🔥👊{Name} and Garp looked at eachother heaving a sigh of relief... "I think Lady Luck has a crush on Luffy, who else can challenge three admirals and live to tell the tale? Not to mention taking a direct hit from Sengoku" {Name} chuckled nervously, and of course they were laughing about this until the two of them found their faces kissing the ground with Sengoku's hands on their heads.

🍖🔥👊Even from the ground she watched as Luffy and Ace were making their way to safety. Until dread creeps in every fbre of her being when Luffy is distracted, going to pick something up. "Luffy! Don't-!" {Name} protested with the feeling of Sengoku's grip tightening in keeping her down.

🍖🔥👊That instant she can see Akainu gunning for Luffy's head. With Garps help {Name} breaks free of Sengoku's grip, snatching a large seastone hammer away from one of the vice admirals and praying she will make it in time. Even with her speed, there was doubt.

🍖🔥👊Even by a hair, she needs to make it. {Name} can see him approaching and she is as well. Every part of her screams with the need to protect them, her family will always outweigh everything else. She didn't care for the consequences, not when her brother was about to lose his life.

🍖🔥👊 Ace instinctually covers Luffy, awaiting the inevitable. Ace smiles, it is a fate he gladly accepts if he knows Luffy will be alright.

🍖🔥👊 Akainu gets ready to strike and spots {Name} coming in front of him, arrogantly assuming that she is going to get Luffy while he takes care of Ace. His focus now, is on executing Ace.

🍖🔥👊 "No one gets to hurt my idiot brothers!!" {Name} screams, going past Luffy and Ace as she strikes Akainu down, with as much strength as she can muster. Fear is a powerful thing when turned into strength, she wanted to protect them and so she did... by practically infusing an admiral into the floor with a seastone mallet that had him blackout for a few seconds.

🍖🔥👊Dropping the hammer, she looked at her brothers in absolute disbelief that she just did that. Along with seeing their current conditions, Ace was strewn over her shoulder, Luffy held under arm as she ran for dear life ignoring all of their protests about their reputations being tarnished if seen being carried by their sister. "SHUT UP AND LET ME CARRY YOU!"

🍖🔥👊 The sudden rise of screaming on the battlefield left the ground shaking. Cheers for Ace and Luffy being saved along with the hateful cries of the Marines who were screaming words of anger at {Name's} betrayal.

🍖🔥👊{Name} flashed a massive grin "I QUIT! I'M BECOMING A PIRATE" she declared proudly

🍖🔥👊Honestly {Name} was a sight for sore eyes and the fact that she saved both of them was truly a miracle. Of course they thanked her and complained over the fact that she made such a scene when running away.

🍖🔥👊The moment they are temporarily in the clear, their options for escape are very limited so when a submarine is there offering refuge...it's tempting. Of course {Name} dubiously eyes Law until they hear mention of Akainu, her brothers are thrown on board like a sack of potatoes followed by {Name}

🍖🔥👊She is very wary of Law and seriously finds him shady.

🍖🔥👊However tables quickly turned when Law started flirting with {Name}, suddenly Luffy and Ace were up and about. Brother protection squad and interrogation happens all because Law made a comment about her being good looking.

🍖🔥👊After Whitebeard's death, Ace truly needed the support to deal with losing the man who was a father to him. Having Luffy and {Name} truly helped him through this tough time.

🍖🔥👊Despite the outcome, it was not the worst and she was happy that she could protect her brothers... of course after her whole announcement about being a pirate there was a bit of an argument over who's crew she would be joining. (Even Law piped up an invitation for her to become a Heart pirate).

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awkwards · 3 years

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Kinktober Day 5. Aphrodisiac : Pleasurable Test | Overhaul

Day 5: Aphrodisiac

Title: Pleasurable Test

Pairing: Overhaul x F!Reader

Count: 2.2k

Summary: You needed to make ends meet, and so you go to subject yourself to a testing center that will pay. Turns out, you’ve signed yourself up for way more than you expected. You should really read the fine print.

Warnings: Noncon, syringe, aphrodisiac, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, yandere, sadist overhaul

Note: It’s finals week and definitely starting to hit me. Also, thanks for all of the support! If you’d like to be tagged for my kinktober fics, dm me! My inbox is open~

You snarled behind your gag at the man in the lab coat, who was currently coming at you with another needle. When he stepped close, you managed to kick the shot away.

“You can’t even handle one little girl. Pathetic.” A voice you haven’t heard before chides. A man wearing a plague mask and rather large coat with purple feathers stepped in. You could barely see him from where you’re restrained on the operating table. He snaps gloves onto his his, his eyes glaring at the subordinate. “And now that needle is filthy.”

“I’m so sorry sir!” you could see the sweat from the doctor, his face pailing. “She kicked me and it went flying!”

“Begone. I do not wish to hear your excuses.”

“Yes sir.” The guy practically runs from the room.

The man levels his gaze on you, judging.

You quirk an eyebrow at him, challengingly.

You’ve been here for a week. It was supposed to be one test, in which you got paid for. You took it because money was tight and you needed to pay rent. Little did you realize they would keep you kidnapped and subject to their devices because you were the “perfect candidate”. Your fear has practically been pushed aside by your anger. For a week they’ve been sticking you with needles, running “tests”, keeping you on the edge of functioning. All you had left was your anger and attitude.

“What a nuisance.” The man sighs. His dark eyes scan your barely clothed body.

Quicker than you can move, the man has your legs pinned down, fastened in place just like your arms and neck are. A gasp of shock careens past your lips, silenced by the gag.

“That’s better.” He moves over to the counter where the equipment lays. He turns his back towards you. “Do you know who I am?”

“Well, I assume you’re the one in charge of these monkeys. Do you know who I am?” You bite at him.

“I am Kai Chisaki. You will address me as Overhaul.” He turns slowly, an intense look in his eyes that makes your skin crawl. “I know plenty about you. You are a quirkless individual. Your blood type is AB negative. You’re allergic to penicillin. You’ve lived in this city your whole life. I know you were adopted at the age 5. You had a kidney transplant at the age 12.”

“Your parents were brutally murdered when you were in high school by a villain attack. I know that the villain attack was actually a target for your father’s brother because he made some bad deals with the yakuza.” He grabs a needle and begins to mix a mystery pink liquid into it. You’re shaking by now. How does he know so much? “You dropped out of high school quickly after, and less than two years later sold most of your adoptive parent’s belongings, and then the house.”

Overhaul takes deliberate and slow steps towards you, tapping the air bubbles out of the needle. “You moved into a seedy little apartment in the middle of town. You work at a small bar across from the noodle shop in the bad part of town because it was the only place that would hire you. This month you couldn’t make ends meet so you showed up here.”

A gloved hand drops onto your arm, thumb soothing over the prominent vein of yours. “And most importantly, I know your name isn’t actually Nakaya Kosuke. You, Miss (y/n), have quite the extensive history.”

You jerk hard at hearing your birth name. No one should know! Only your adoptive parents, who as he stated were dead, and the lawyer that erased your identity knew.

You try to speak through the gag, your words hushed.

An amused dark chuckle falls from him. “Oh, my apologies, did you want to speak?”

You nod your head.

His eyebrows raise, as if debating it. Finally, he unties the back of your gag. You spit it out, breathing in deeply. “Careful now, say something I don’t like and I’ll put it back on. Or I’ll remove your tongue.”

“Why am I here?”

He hums. “You are special. Did you know that your blood type is extremely rare?”

You clench your teeth, glaring at this cocky son-of-a-bitch. “I did.”

“Well, fortunately for us, your blood type was exactly what we’ve been looking for in our experiment. It’s extremely hard to come by a willing participant, too.”

“I’m not willing. I signed up for a test. One.”

His chuckle is light, and his eyes are wide with sadistic mirth. “No. You actually signed up until there was one successful test. So far, none of them have been such. It would appear someone didn’t read the fine print.”

Oh. Oh god. Did you really?

“No worries. You will be fully compensated. Well-” His eyes narrow. “If you live.”

Overhaul begins to prep the vein in your arm. “See, quirks are filthy. Those heroes parading around their quirks are but vermin on this earth. Pathetic. But you - no, you’re corrupted like those who roam the streets. Your blood is pure. Your genes are clean. You and I are far more similar than you might think, y/n.“

“What are you going to do to me?” Fear is fully controlling your mouth now. You shiver as he sanitizes the area he plans on injecting you.

“I have reason to believe that your blood will be the perfect capsule to carry my new invention. It’s a device that will remove the quirks of those who come in contact with it.” The look in his eyes turned wild, excited. You shiver. “My parents were ripped away from me, too. Those heroes did nothing to save them. Yet, they parade around the world as if we, the common folk, owe them. Not for long. Now, don’t make too much of a noise; I’d rather not have to remove your tongue.”

The prepped needle’s cap comes off, and the metal slides into your skin. You whimper, looking away as Overhaul begins to press its contents into your bloodstream. As quick as it began, it ended. He wipes away the lone blood drop before pressing a bandaid against you.

“Normally I would never dream of coming so close to an individual. But you are different from the filth filling this world.” Gloved hands grab your chin, turning you to look into his eyes. “You’re pure. Perfect. And I plan on taking full advantage of that, my sweet Y/N.”

Tears burn your eyes, your lip trembling. You finally let your body relax. This time you were truly fucked. He pulls his hand away, throwing away the needle tip of the syringe. You watch him walk away, back to the counter where he removes his gloves and washes his hands and arms.

A warmth began to fill your system. You shoot a concerned look at Overhaul. It was like your body was warming up from the inside out, your blood beginning to boil. A feverish sweat was spreading over every inch of you. “Something’s wrong.” You croak out.

Overhaul turns back to glance at you, sweaty and blushed. A mild look of intrigue covers his face. “Oh?”

“It’s burning me.” You whine.

Your body is completely uncomfortable now. The warmth feels … different. Wrong even.

“Explain to me what is happening.” He dries his hands leisurely, watching you from across the room before putting on a new, clean pair of rubber gloves.

“I’m hot. It feels like my blood is boiling. I -” you whimper as the slightest movement of your head increases the feeling tenfold. “Please make it stop.”

Overhaul takes his time as he walks back over to you. He runs a finger over your pulsepoint. The single touch sends a wave of pleasure crashing through you, a moan following. “How interesting.”

You’re mortified and confused. You wish you could rub your thighs together at the uncomfortable feeling between them.

“I see now. The molecular constructs of those two vials creates an aphrodisiac.”

You pinch your eyes shut as his single digit drags down your arm, over the hospital gown you have. The thin fabric is too much. It feels as if it’s weighing you down and making it that much harder to breathe.

“I suppose I should relieve you. It’ll be the only way to collect your blood at the right molecular compounds,” He muses to himself, talking out loud as if you’re not there.

Overhaul pulls off the glove on his left hand. “If I hadn’t reassembled you already, I would let you suffer until the side effects wear off. But, because of me, you really are clean. You should thank me.”

Not knowing what to say, you watch the man through your watery tears. He presses his bare hand on your stomach. If you weren’t being restrained, you would have arched into his hand, moaning loud as pleasure floods your core.

When he removes his hand, your whole body shivers as air nips your bare skin. How? “Wh-what?”

He chuckles. “My quirk.”

You watch as Overhaul steps around your pinned body, coming close to your wet sex.

“What a mess you’ve made. Disgusting.” Despite his words, he runs his gloved hand up your right leg, stopping at the stop below your belly button. You can feel your walls flutter.

A choked out “Please,” tumbles from your lips. You’re so turned on it hurts. Your brain can’t think straight anymore.

You moan loudly as a single finger strokes your dripping lips. You roll your hips as best as you can to get more friction. He lets out a proper laugh at your discomfort, sliding his single digit past your folds.

“So needy. What would you do without me? If I wasn’t here to relieve you?”

Your walls flutter around his digit as he runs his finger against your inside. The burning in your blood only seems to increase at the slight relief. “Please, Overhaul please!”

At your pitiful begging, he slides another finger in, stretching your walls. He works the two digits in a slow and methodical pace, scissoring you. You whine and cry, grinding your hips into his fingers. When he curls the two fingers and strokes the spongy spot inside you, a coil snaps, and you cum hard around him.

He doesn’t stop, continuing to pump his fingers inside you. You moan as you come down from your high.

The heat inside dims for the barest of moments before firing back up with a vengeance.

“Did that make you feel better?” He mocks, putting more force behind his motions.

You gasp as the coil of pleasure begins again. “It hurts! I need more, please!”

“Patience, little one. You’ll get your release. Soon, you’ll be begging me to stop.”

As if to prove his point, he uses his thumb to stroke your clit hard. Your walls flutter and drip around his gloved fingers as you feel yourself close to the crest again. “Oh - Oh, oh please!” You wail.

“Cum again, pet.”

You do. Your walls spasm as you tip over, shaking in your restraints as a sigh leaves you.

He doesn’t stop. The fire inside is rapidly dwindling, and you flinch at the touch.

“Oh, are you sensitive already?” He muses. “It won’t last long.”

True to your words, the fire picks up again. You sob as his touch hurts. It hurts yet is relieving you too. Tears stream down your face as you’re overstimulated, but the heat is still there.

“It's almost over. Hold on just a bit longer.”

Overhaul fingers you faster, making the coil of pleasure twist quicker and harder than the last two orgasms. You sob as you near the edge again.

“Last one. Give me one more. Cum over my fingers.”

“I can’t!” You cry out, rocking your hips into his fingers despite what you say.

“You can. And you will.” You can hear the squelching as his fingers target your g-spot, his thumb rolling your clit hard. “Cum again y/n.”

A scream rips from your throat as you’re forced over the edge of another orgasm. Your entire body tenses, and white fills your eyes. Overhaul drags his fingers out of you slowly, making you wince from the overstimulation. He tears the glove covered in cum off of his hand before sliding a new set on.

Panting hard, you come down again, body relaxing. Your blood no longer feels like you’re being boiled alive.

You flinch as a syringe is forced into your arm, and watch in sick curiosity as he draws blood from you. Even the touch of the needle makes you quiver, your entire body too sensitive for touch.

“Shh, it’ll be okay. You did so well.”

You moan, shaking as he places a bandage over your skin again. Your head swims as black dots at the edge of your vision.

You look up at him, and can tell even from behind his mask that he’s smiling. “I’ll be back tomorrow. Rest well, pet.”

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#kinktober 2020 #awkwards kinktober #bnha #bnha smut #bnha x reader #bnha overhaul #yandere overhaul #sadist overhaul #tw : noncon #tw : needles #tw : aphrodisiac #tw : overstimulation #tw : multiple orgasms #tw : yandere

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iwaisa · 4 years

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class 1-a boys kissing their crush for a tiktok

pairings: midoriya, bakugou, and kaminari x gender neutral reader

warnings: mild swearing, a lil suggestive, tooth-rotting fluff

a/n: this wasn’t a request, but it just happened to pop into my head and i got really excited :D

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

► now shuffling...

babie 🥺

i think that he would have tiktok, but would never post

he just likes watching them

especially clips of All Might

one day he’s scrolling through tiktok and he comes across a video of two people sitting in a car

there's text at the top saying “hanging with my best friend!”

he watches as they laugh and playfully push each other

honestly he starts to smile from just watching them be happy

and then one person leans in

and grabs the other person’s face

and kisses them

he’s like 😄 what

so it's normal for people in the States to kiss their best friends ??/?//?

but at the same time he doesn’t stop thinking about it

and he doesn’t stop thinking about you

and what you might do if you were in that persons’ position

you two were pretty good friends, and you always were hanging with his friends

it didn’t take long for you to catch feelings for the green-haired boy

fast forward to that weekend and he still hasn’t stopped thinking about that video

and he decides he’s been pining over you long enough

he’s in the common room at the dorms and he calls you to meet him down there

he’s setting up his phone as he sees you walk into the room

he tells you he wants to do a tiktok with you

you’re like okay 😃

so the song starts and he tells you to dance

so you two are just dancing like dorks

and then right before the song picks up

you know the part i’m talking about

he turns towards you and places his hands on your cheeks softly

and he starts to lean in

and you’re just frozen in place

he accidentally bumps foreheads and noses with you but it's okay! you two end up sharing a really sweet and slow kiss

after the video ends you just stand there like 🧍

and he’s like 🧍‍♂️

and then he apologizes asking if he invaded your personal space while flailing his arms around

i mean you just kissed me but go off

he’s muttering quietly about something along the lines of “i should’ve prepared for what would’ve happened if you didn’t like it”

you put your hands on his shoulders and say that you liked it and that you liked him

he’s never been more red in his whole life

so then he calms down and sucks it up and asks you to be his s/o

after you say yes, he just about passes out

he leans down to give you a kiss again, this time being a little longer than the previous one

your video went viral due to the fact that it was ‘the perfect awkward first kiss’

he thinks it’s bullshit

one because he doesn’t get why they had to do it on camera

and two because he’s positive you’ve already seen the trend (hypothetically speaking: IF he wants to do this with you. hypothetically though.)

three because he has no idea how to kiss someone and he's a little jealous 🥺🥺🥺

what’s the point in surprising you if you already know the trend right?

hypothetically 😳

the bakusquad is hanging out in the common room talking about the test you guys had today

mina switched the topic when she started squealing

“look at this cute video!”

she shows them a video of two people dancing in the rain

the guys are like uhhhhh aight

bakugou is complaining that they would just get a cold so it’s stupid

but then the one person leans over and kisses the other

and they’re like OHHHHHHH

that person’s got game

n e ways

bakugou pretends not to be interested because he’s tsundere like that ☺️☺️☺️

he yells at them to stop watching those stupid videos

yeah, bakugou. those stupid videos you would kill to recreate

but one day he’s laying in bed past 8 pm because he can't sleep

and he decides to download tiktok

he stays up until 10 pm for the first time !1!11!!

he keeps watching those videos and imagining him and you in those positions

fast forward the next day and he’s talking to kirishima and mina

and they see that he has tiktok on his phone

they start bullying him to the point where he blurts out that he ‘just wanted to make a stupid f*cking kissing video with you’

they’re stunned

but not that stunned because they literally see him checking you out all the damn time

he has no self control

so they hatch a plan to get bakugou to make a tiktok

and they finally decide to do it in his dorm room since you two will be studying there later

so you show up in his dorm and he’s so stiff

like iida stiff

you think its weird as hell but you don’t question it

you sit at his desk and he sits on the floor at his table

you two start working on homework occasionally asking each other questions

then suddenly he puts his phone on the desk next to you with tiktok open

“oh! do you wanna film a tiktok? wait,,,, you have tiktok??”

he just nods his head, tells you to stay right there and presses the button

he kinda stands behind your chair like 🧍‍♂️

and you’re nodding along to the song smiling

and you see him slap his face and he stomps up to you

he turns you around in the chair and kisses you aggressively

emphasis on the aggressively

because your head and teeth hurt

also did he just bite your lip??

so the tiktok ends and he pulls away

“kacchan, do you liiiike me?” you tease

“HELL NO DUMBASS”

“ouch. well i liked that. and i like you.”

…

…..

“..fine. i like you too dumbass.”

both of you are just blushing idiots

his video went viral but at what cost

the people in the comments were clowning him for being so aggressive 🤡

this dude is such a mf tease

you two will shamelessly flirt in class

aizawa has most definitely gotten pissed way too many times to count

but it's too fun to stop

he 100000% has tiktok and makes prank videos with sero

he has a video that has millions of views because it was a compilation of bakugou getting angry at them for pranking him

one of the videos you were in because you watched as sero made a tape trap on the doorway

bakugou chased mina right into the trap and the video turns to you doubling over laughing

denki watches that video everyday just to see you laughing 😪😌

but there is an issue

denki thinks you don’t like him because you two are such good friends and he’s sure you only see him that way

and you think he’s only messing with you and isn’t serious about all of the flirtatious things he says to you

when you aren’t together both of you are definitely really sad about it

but the bakusquad knows

oh they knowwwwwwwww

it’s painful to watch both of you get so flustered because of each other but not do ANYTHING about it

it pisses bakugou off to no end

“WHY DON’T YOU JUST MAKE ONE OF THOSE SHITTY TIKTOKS THEN DUNCE FACE”

“...bakubro you have tiktok?”

no, but kirishima does. and he definitely showed bakugou, mina, and sero a video from the trend. the only person who hasn’t seen this trend is denki (surprisingly because he’s usually so on top of all the newest trends)

it was a video of two people sparring with each other

at first he’s like “how do they go from this to kissing each other?”

then he sees the one person speed towards the other and literally sweeps them off their feet before planting a big ol kiss on the other person’s lips

oh. so that’s how.

after that denki does his research

and he plans out exactly where and when he wants it to happen

and he decides he’ll do it at a little park

when he asks you to go to the park you think it's kinda sus since no one else is going

but you just ignore it because you think he doesn’t like you like that. right?

WRONG.

he is THIS CLOSE to shitting his pants. no doubt.

you two arrive and he runs to the seesaw

you go on the other side and you two start bouncing up and down

then you move on to the slide

you’re standing on the platform and you watch as he sets his phone up on a bench

you’re like????

is he gonna prank ME??

he’s too scared to prank you in fear of you not liking him 🥺

he runs back over to you and tells you to come down the slide and that he’ll catch you

so you come down the slide and he stops you right at the end

you two stare at each other for a second

but then this mf chickens out

he covers his face with his hand and backs away quickly

so you move on to the monkey bars

he runs to set the camera up (again)

you’re just chillin on the monkey bars swinging your legs and he goes up to you and stops your legs from swinging

“catch me denki!”

he yelps as you let go of the bars but he does catch you

and now your legs are wrapped around his waist

you put your arms around his neck and smile down at him

and then he leans up to capture your lips

you’re so stunned that you don't even realize until a few seconds later until you kiss back

you tug on his hair and this man literally pulls away and moans

he also accidentally shocks your thighs with his fingers

you pull away and you’re like?? denki?? did u?? just? moan?????

he’s already embarrassed from the fact that he finally kissed you that he doesn’t need to be embarrassed from THAT too

the tiktok ended a while ago but you two just stare at each other

you finally clear up that you do in fact like him back

then he asks you to be his s/o

when you say yes he spins you around

his video went viral purely for the fact that everyone clearly saw him moan LMAOOO

#mha #bnha x reader #bnha #anime #denki kaminari #katsuki bakugou #izuku midoriya #kaminari x reader #bakugou x reader #midoriya x reader

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sasskarian · 4 years

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Fanfic Masterpost ... sort of

In honor of Fanfic Appreciation, I put together a list of my fics for anyone who’d like to look

Under the cut, because length

Dragon Age:

After the Glitter Fades (Glitterverse): Hawke x Fenris, modern AU. (Long fic, WIP) Hawke and Fenris are movie stars in a torrid love affair. Fenris has a mysterious past. Also Cassandra is investigating a murder mystery? Varric, as ever, is a delight. (*this is borrowed from @nug-juggler‘s excellent and shorter summary!)

Memorable quote: Fenris observed candidly was something sacred. For a moment, Hawke fiercely wished she were an artist. The scene in front of her was too… every word she could think of— beautiful, elegant, breathtaking— was trite, a pale description of perfection.

In the Heart of the Woods: Lavellan x Fairbanks rarepair. (WIP) Inquisitor Lavellan’s heart is broken by a certain Commander, Fairbanks has an appreciation for her, and a love story blooms like elfroot in the Emerald Graves.

Memorable quote: This kiss, she thinks, two mouths moving in perfect unison, is a spell of its own. Not quite love, not yet, but close enough she can pretend it is. Hope wells up, a solid thrum beating in counterpoint to her heart, and for one perfect moment, the world just bows down and… stands still. All that exists, all that ever has existed or ever will exist is wrapped up right here, right now, in Fairbanks’ lips on hers. Motes of dust turn golden in the sunbeams splashing through the roof, and a touch— his thumb, her cheek— says a million more words than words ever could.

Yesterdays: Surana x Zevran, mild Surana x Alistair pining. Post Origins, complete. A Warden’s sacrifice means something only as long as someone remembers it. A king looks back, balancing regrets with happiness.

Memorable quote: With a half-sob, he realizes he’s forgotten the sound of her voice. Oh, he remembers how it made him feel, all those years ago, all the glorious, shining moments where happiness dwells still. But what she truly sounded like, what sounds she made as she buried herself in books, the snap of her magic, the low buzz of her and Zevran whispering in their tent, all of that is gone. He knows it happened, but the memory is lit dimly in his mind, a torch burned too low to be flame but not low enough for embers yet.

If You Ever Did Believe (for my sake): Lavellan x Cullen. (On temporary hiatus) A wary Commander. A lost Dalish mage. Two hearts beating alone and exhausted on a battlefield, their only rest coming from each other.

Memorable quote: “Does your Maker hate us so much?” Isera asked bitterly, and for a moment, Cullen felt as though years had rippled, bringing his past self— still clanking through the halls of Kinloch Hold in Templar plate— and his current together. He’d asked Ser Greagoir the same question once, after a Harrowing went wrong and the body of a former apprentice lay at their feet. So much potential wasted, so much fear in the mages’ eyes after that. For once, Greagoir had shown a hint of emotion, clapping Cullen’s shoulder briefly before walking away, but hadn’t answered.

Voiceverse: Lavellan x Solas/Dread Wolf. (WIP) Building off of the great works of @khirsahle and @athreehundredthirtythree. All mages are born with a soulmate--a voice they hear in the darkness of the Fade all their lives. The lucky ones find their soulmates and forge a bond strong enough to threaten the very foundations of the Chantry. At least, that's what they claim. So what happens when a Dalish mage hears the voice of their most reviled and feared god shaping her dreams?

Memorable quote: Accompanying the thundering voice, great fissures ruptured around her hiding spot, green light streaking upward as they gathered into a roiling cloud. A wave of raw sound— howls, cries, pleas— rolled over her, forcing her to her knees. Iveani clapped her hands over her ears, losing her own scream among the agony thundering through the Fade. All caution, all her hard-won lessons about walking the Fade, vanished into the back of her mind under the need to simply ride out the explosion and survive.

Mass Effect:

Home is Where You Are: Ryder x Jaal (WIP). Ryder didn’t cross two galaxies and 600 years in search of love. But damn if she didn’t find it anyway.

Memorable quote: “I should take a shower,” he mumbled, as the same time as Sara said, “Would you like to stay?” Both of them broke off, staring at the other, and she laughed nervously. That feeling was back, the one from the tech lab, fragility and strength and affection turned fierce and bright tumbling over and over one other.

A Song of Sea and Stars: Garrus x Shepard x Thane (WIP). Our favorite turian badboy sees right through the mask the galaxy’s most famous Commander projects. Neither of them expected to fall in love on a host of impossible missions. And both are taken by surprise by a pious Drell who steals both their hearts.

Memorable quote: (He opens his eyes, shocked how it feels to look into her face, intimate and hungry. He hazily notices that up close, her eyes are thulium-gray. There's a hot, tight knot in his chest and she's pressed so close, he thinks he could count each faint freckle on her face.) (They look like tiny stars.) (…there are twenty-eight on her right cheek. Thirty on her left. And fourteen, right across the bridge of her nose.) (Those are his favorite. They remind him of his own markings.)

the sound of shattering glass: Generic Shepard, post-Tuchanka, pre-Citadel II. The Shroud explodes, taking a beloved friend with it. Shepard only has herself to blame.

Memorable quote: “Damn Reapers,” he said, striving for nonchalance. “Always throwing us around.” “Banged us up pretty good,” she agreed, and he knew she wasn’t talking about their bumps and bruises. “So what do we do about them?” “Get back on our feet. Keep fighting.” Garrus hummed as she shifted closer, pressed her forehead against his neck. “Maybe find a way to use some really big canons I spend half my time adjusting.”

Star Wars:

He Might Like That: Mandalorian x Cara Dune pining. So they argue. So they took down Gideon, and have a magic green frog baby older than both of them. That doesn’t make them a thing. Does it?

Memorable quote: He tunes back into the not-so-friendly argument in time to hear Greef splutter. “You trash talked while holding hands! If that’s not flirting, I’m a kowakian monkey lizard.” “It was arm wrestling, not holding hands,” Din points out mildly.

Star by Star: Post TRoS. Ben x Rey pining, Finn x Rey x Poe. Can three hopeless idiots in love fill a wound as deep as the death of a dyad? Maybe not, but they’re out to try anyway.

Memorable quote: “You know,” Poe whispers, a glint of mischief in his eyes, “if we ever did tell him we loved him, he’d probably sleep right through it.” Rey touches her fingers to his lips, tracing the shape of his questioning smile. It’s an invitation to play, that smile. A careful offer of love, of comfort. And though she’s not sure if he can really understand when even she doesn’t, she’s finally ready to try a little.

Counting The Days (Since Exegol): Finn x Rey x Poe, Ben x Rey. Its been 42 days since Palpatine’s death. 42 long days since she felt the surge of light in Ben Solo. And in her dreams, something whispers on the edge of the Force. But she’s shut it down too tightly to hear it.

Memorable quote: True to form, Poe can’t resist the urge to kiss away Finn’s troubles whenever possible, and Rey looks away to give them a moment. Some love stories work out, yes, and she loves Finn and Poe more than almost anything else. But that doesn’t stop the way bitterness floods her mouth as the memory of Ben surfaces, and it isn’t until Poe gently squeezes her knee (and she throttles back the near-instinctive urge to break his fingers from a lifetime of fending off handsy scavengers on Jakku) that she comes back to the moment. His brow furrows and she reaches for him, smoothing out the lines of his frown with her thumb. “I’m okay,” she says, answering his unspoken question. It’s mostly a lie, but she has to say it. Most days, she’s okay enough.

A Language Made for Lovers: SWTOR (NSFW). Torian Cadera x Bounty Hunter, gender neutral. Reflections on love and marriage under the glow of hyperspace.

Memorable quote: He murmurs in your ear, words that should sound harsh in that still-new tongue scalding your mouth, molding you from aruetii to mandalorian. But the love in his voice softens them, steeps them in warmth and adoration. Still the language of a hunter, of those brave souls willing to be reforged, but with a gentle side, a language reserved for lovers. Words like cyare and riduur, words that mean I love you and forever and home.

Malicious Compliance: SWTOR (NSFW). Malavai Quinn x Sith Warrior, gender neutral. Far away, in an apartment no one knows about, a Sith Lord plays dire games of control... and trust.

Memorable quote: It takes a man with the courage of an entire fleet of Mandalorians to love a Sith, and oh, how he loves you. Like you hung the moons and the stars and all the spaces between. Like you are his other half, like loving you is his sole purpose in life, does Malavai Quinn love you. Your old masters spoke nothing of this, of this enraging hunger gnawing at your bones and curling into the hollows of your rib cage. ... Is it really even love if you don’t want to devour him just a little?

Misc:

Tumblr Prompts: Grab bag of every fandom and series listed above. Prompts filled originally here on tumblr.

Visual Files: Collections of art and commissions from talented friends and artists here on tumblr.

Every Beautiful Thing: Crimson Peak. Thomas x Edith, Edith x Alan. Edith learned, in the dark halls of Allerdale, not to take ghosts lightly. But still she waits, every year, for a chance to see Thomas again. Until the night their son tells her he can see him too.

Memorable quote: Snow heralds nothing but pain in Edith’s world: first her mother’s funeral, smothered in fat white flakes wet on her lashes like tears, then her father’s. Smaller ones, then, rain slowly freezing and scattering on the ground; the ones that night at Allerdale were the smallest yet, more ice pellet than snow. Jagged, hateful things scraping at her with a cold that burned through skin and encased bone.…God, how she has come to hate the snow.

Where I Can’t Follow: Co-authored by @suspendnodisbelief. show!Witcher, mild Geralt x Jaskier. (Temporary hiatus) Drawing from a variety of inspiration, including greek mythos. Geralt takes a blow meant for Jaskier, finally granted the death by battle he expects Witchers to end by. And Jaskier is not having it, at all. It’s his turn to save Geralt, even if he has to walk the entire bloody underworld to do it.

Memorable quote: “Geralt, get up. Come on, open your eyes. You’re going to upset Roach if you keep this up, and she’ll bite me. You know you aren’t allowed to be dead, because Yennefer didn’t give you permission, and neither did the Princess, and I’m pretty sure they both outrank you.”

#dragon age #Mass Effect #star wars #the mandalorian #the witcher #crimson peak #swtor #my fic #fanfic writer appreciation day

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rpgmgames · 4 years

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February’s Featured Game: Ressurflection

DEVELOPER(S): charlottezxz ENGINE: RPG Maker MV GENRE: Fantasy, Cartoon, RPG WARNINGS: Paranoia, fear and tension, mild swearing and blood. SUMMARY: Ressurflection is a Fantasy/cartoon RPG set in the fictional universe of the Arbvar and taking center stage primarily at the coastal city of ‘Horizon Bluff’. Its story and game play are heavily character driven, with its narrative divided into two parallels told both within and outside the mirror itself. Ressurflection’s core themes draw from our inevitability of fearing death, and that at some point or another, we all must accept it, and to treasure what’s really important in the time that we have.

Our Interview With The Dev Team Below The Cut!

Introduce yourself! *charlottezxz: Hiya this is Charlotte, lead game developer for Ressurflection! I’m some silly, overactive drawing monkey who works a lot with Narrow on Ressurflection! I’m always sketching and conceptualizing monster bois, taking a lot of inspiration from various games, primarily monster hunter! I’ve had avid interest in the Indie scene for a while now and a lot of the great friends I've made have been due to it and a lot of my recent favorite games have come from it! I would have had Narrow say a few things here but he’s hiding in a corner somewhere!

What is your project about? What inspired you to create this game initially? *charlottezxz: Ressurflection started out as what can be described as two separate stories. Myself and Narrow wrote our own stories and every so often we swapped over ideas or combined them together with each other. One day I said to ourselves ‘You know what? This could work quite well as a game rather than just a story’ so eventually Ressurflection was conceived, around the idea of a mythical mirror capable ‘Ressurflection’ the title of the game. We’ve gone through quite a few iterations of the story before it came to its current form and to be honest if we even showed or compared them side by side they’d be pretty unrecognizable as the same thing except for certain characters, locations and the mirror itself to identify its primordial form having any kind of ancestral relevance to how it is today. As for what Ressurflection is about, I think our synopsis can get that across quite nicely! ‘Horizon Bluff has always annually held its ‘Legend of the Wyvern Glass’ festivities. The Wyvern glass was a long lost mythical mirror, once fabled for its power of ‘Ressurflection’ and coveted by a kingdom now all but gone. That is quick to change however with the arrival of the Roulette Runner’s circus to the coastal city of Horizon Bluff. Trouble is soon to set in motion not just the kingdom’s sudden reappearance but the entrapment of one of their own acrobats within the mirror silver. Yet things are soon to worsen...with the spread of a purple ‘corruption’ across the city and the fact that our most unfortunate trouper is far from alone within the mirror, finding himself at the mercy of its ‘Mirror Maiden’. > The apparent all powerful manipulator of its realm…’

How long have you been working on your project? *charlottezxz: Conceptually we have been working on it for 4 years which is hard to even fathom, however that’s more tinkering around the idea for the story and conceiving it as we learnt the engine. The blog itself is hitting its 4th birthday in February! Ressuflection’s development went on as i attended university, so its always been a side lined hobby of ours.Steam says 108 days worth of hours in the engine and most of the game progress other than concepts has been done in 2019. So I could say 4 years for the ideas/stories and concepts and a year of that for actual game making!

Did any other games or media influence aspects of your project? *charlottezxz: We each have our own inspirations, Lost Odyssey, Final Fantasy 9, Xenoblade Chronicles, Monster hunter and many older PSX titles such as Medievil, Tomba and Heart of darkness are great influences and inspirations to me personally. The dark, dangerous environments of Heart of darkness contrasted by some innocent characters, the monster designs in capcom’s franchise and the storytelling and themes with a cinematic approach to cut scenes found in some of FF9, Xenoblade and Lost odyssey, a lost game stuck in the recess of the xbox 360. There are many more but these spring to mind first and foremost. Narrow himself draws inspiration from games such as Earthbound, the Persona series and FF10!

Have you come across any challenges during development? How have you overcome or worked around them? *charlottezxz: We started the project in VX ace to begin with, until MV released. It was in Ace that I experimented learning RPG maker and in the early days of MV too. Although before Ressurflection’s time i also dabbled a bit in XP. MV seemed more in line for what we wanted, as i really wanted to try animating beyond SV sheets and do more, with Java being a bit more flexible and the scope of it being able to allow dragon bones later. However it hasn’t been without its hiccups! Part of that is the sheer amount of time you underestimate games and certain elements to take in their development. That and everything that comes with it, streamlining, trimming the fat...in the past week alone i spent days optimizing pictures, sounds and music in the game to cut down the staggering file sizes they were. So far they have retained their form without being as costly on the MB! Since I do the vast majority of the game development myself, everything takes a lot longer to develop. You underestimate all the little things to consider and that you may need later. By the end of development, I hope to have the vast majority of the game consist of custom assets and be able to truly call it something that is ours. Though that path is long ahead we won’t stray too far from it.

Have any aspects of your project changed over time? How does your current project differ from your initial concept? *charlottezxz: The game itself has always been a story-driven RPG at its heart, although certain game mechanics have been scaled down or developed further from puzzles to battle flow. As mentioned previously, the story has changed considerably which changed the direction of the overall narrative and gameplay as a whole. Certain characters and scenarios have been culled completely too. At its start the story wasn’t as heartfelt nor was the scope of the story all that big - Oh and the game had a time limit, a bit like Majora’s Mask! But it is a lot more meaningful now and we hope that you will enjoy it when the time comes.

What was your team like at the beginning? How did people join the team? If you don’t have a team, do you wish you had one or do you prefer working alone? *charlottezxz: It has been just myself and Narrow for the majority of the development but we reached a point where we wanted to reach out to find a musician for our game. We eventually came across Geoff who has done the majority of our music up until recently. However we have had friends help and contribute along the way such as Harry helping sprite some NPCs for me, Bart helping formulate and do some math balancing, Vaijack has also contributed to music making him our second musical boi and more on the way, our preliminary demo testers( it would take a little to list them all) and more peeps i’ll be sure to credit!

What is the best part of developing a game? *charlottezxz: For me it has to be conceptualising all the little ideas we have and bringing them all into being. This is especially so for any monster and character bois! I spend a lot of time visualizing and planning the design of areas, locales and creatures. Would this thing live here? Why would it be this way? If this is a historical town wouldn’t it have x and x? Then when we ultimately put it together, and all the pieces of the puzzle line into place and then you can just...experience, the final thing, that for me is the best part in developing our game for me.

Do you find yourself playing other RPG Maker games to see what you can do with the engine, or do you prefer to do your own thing? *charlottezxz: I learn best by doing, so more often than not I just dive into things, including the engine blind and tussle around with it. It’s a silly way of doing it, but I've often found myself learning more that way than following tutorials. Although in any game I've played, RPG maker or not, i do like to ponder and deconstruct scenes within them. The Witch's house, Pocket Mirror, Dreaming Mary, Mad fathers and Ib are all wonderful games that are great to learn from, dissect and understand what makes and made them tick. This applies across any game I've played or intend to play! I look at game making as one giant puzzle with lots of intricate little details that need to be solved, it’s more fun and engaging that way!

Which character in your game do you relate to the most and why? (Alternatively: Who is your favorite character and why?) *charlottezxz: There’s some characters I like a great deal, but i can’t talk about as it would be spoilers to the plot, that and it’s hard to pick any overall favorites. Charm comes across as a fun character to write for as she’s quite witty and sarcastic, the kind of dialogue that comes a bit too naturally to me. She’s a budding magical prodigy of the circus under the tutelage of Jerine. She bigs herself up a lot but isn’t quite ready to deal with the problems of the adult world just yet, as much as she strives to get into it. Then there’s the likes of Ashley as well, she’s the loudest circus member and a close friend to Zakai, its ringmaster. She’s a super hard working down to earth country girl who isn’t afraid to get her hands dirty and jump into the thick of things. Honestly I love all the cast, but there’s those two for now!

Looking back now, is there anything that regret/wish you had done differently? *charlottezxz: I would say ideally we should have had all our ducks in a row before we dove into development. My development style is very messy, especially since when we started development we had a lot of learning ahead of us. That combined with focusing on a lot of coursework and real life things meant I often forgot how we made things for consistency. This has improved considerably since i started getting more organised now, keeping lists and things tabbed for reference. My desk has bits of paper kept with it with information I need to retain. I forget far too many things for my own good, but now I'm taking better count measures! I would advise anyone to keep tabs of important information about your game such as consistent sprite style sizes, resolution size, x and y positions of certain things and important variables and switches.

Do you plan to explore the game’s universe and characters further in subsequent projects, or leave it as-is? *charlottezxz: There’s a few ideas bounced about to do side stories for some of the cast of characters in the circus, such as before they became one and the origins of how certain members joined the circus essentially the ‘First Stringers’ and ‘Second stringers’, these being those that joined afterwards. These would be great to do as small little episodes added onto the game post development, but currently they are just ideas and won’t be given too much thought until the game is either done or close to fruition.

What do you most look forward to upon finishing the game? *charlottezxz: My most hopeful thought is for people to enjoy the game and have as much fun and interest in it as myself and Narrow have had in creating it. It’s the kind of game we want to make and hope that the characters and story chime with people enough for people to see the journey through to its end! It’s a big scope of a project but i have endless enthusiasm for it, no matter how long it takes it will get out there at some point!

Is there something you’re afraid of concerning the development or the release of your game? *charlottezxz: That the games story and overall feel doesn’t quite hit the right notes, it's always a little back concern. From a technical perspective I would say that the game might have some oversighted bugs or critical crashes that slip under the radar or not run as smoothly on other PCs on release. We will do our best to optimise the game as much as possible for MV and squash those pesky bugs during testing, but it is on our minds often as a niggling fear.

Do you have any advice for upcoming devs? *charlottezxz: Gut everything from the base project that you know you most definitely will not be needing and give all your files smart tags and naming conventions. It would be great if MV allowed for sub folders, but it does not so naming your files smartly is key to finding what you need. Any of these files you know you will use often in certain ways, make them common events and call for those in events and cut scenes. This saves you mass editing them later. With naming conventions this could be Actor_1_Hurt or Chapter_1_NPC. Anything you want at the top of the list name it with _ to begin with. The bigger our project gets, the more important this has become for us and we hope it serves other inspiring devs well all the same.

Question from last month's featured dev @rojisroomrpg: How do you keep yourself happy and healthy when making your game? *charlottezxz: I’m normally a happy-go-lucky person, so I'm rarely not happy when working on Ressurflection. It's the happy little hobby I devote most of my spare time to. However, recently i would say my hands, wrists and neck have been hurting from spending a little too much time drawing assets and pieces for the game. Taking more breaks and spreading that time with other activities in between has helped to ease that pain and i would like to advise any dev to do so for their own health, including always having one or two bottles of juice, water or whatever beverage always at hand to sip at as you dev away!

We mods would like to thank charlottezxz for agreeing to our interview! We believe that featuring the developer and their creative process is just as important as featuring the final product. Hopefully this Q&A segment has been an entertaining and insightful experience for everyone involved!

Remember to check out Ressurflection if you haven’t already! See you next month!

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yukipri · 4 years

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Hi. Can I ask about Sabolu/ AceLu #40

Thanks so much for sending this in! Sorry it took a while, my response is LONG ^ ^;;;

40. Describe their first time (if any).

Oooh boy, here goes

AceLu + SaboLu, in that order.

This ended up being LONG, so this is just Part 1, Ace & Luffy -> AceLu version. I’ll make a second post with SaboLu! *SWEATS*

Mostly lead up on Learning about the Existence of Sex, as well as slight non-graphic mention of sex with the younger party age 17 at the end.

Contrary to gossip among Ace’s more raunchy crew mates, there was nothing sexual going on between him and Luffy prior to Ace leaving the island. There weren’t really even any pre-pubescent growing-up episodes, or weird questions.

The reason being, neither of them had any clue what “sex” was.

Clueless Luffy aside, one might assume that Ace at least would have known. He certainly looks and acts like he does, and Luffy certainly assumed Ace Knew Things.

And of course Ace acted like he Knew Things! He’s the Big Brother after all, and he has his pride, and when tiny dumb lil Luffy stared up with his sparkly eyes, all admiration and expectation, of course Ace had to have an Answer.

And before, Sabo was there, laughing quietly when Ace turned to him in wide-eyed panic while Luffy was facing the other way. And Sabo would explain, simplified but not mocking of his brother’s ignorance, and Ace would turn around and boast about his knowledge to Luffy while Sabo snickered in the background.

So, when one day, Luffy sees a pair of frogs on top of each other, he turns his ever inquisitive eyes on Ace, and asks, “Ace, what’re they doing?”

And Ace turns to ask Sabo, and…

Sabo’s not there.

Hiding the stab of pain (which would turn into a full three hour bawling session if Luffy noticed), Ace thinks. What would Sabo say? What’s the Smart Right Answer?

“Luffy,” Ace says. “Look, the frogs started the pile for you. They’re asking to be stacked. So we should find more frogs to stack!”

Luffy accepts the explanation with glee, especially since it comes with a quest! And so the brothers spend the next hour finding additional frogs to stack on top of the first pair Luffy found, who croak indignantly at having their activity interrupted.

It continues like this, and seven years is a long time for two boys with little to no guidance to find misunderstandings to pile together, much like they piled together random animals they found in the middle of copulating (Look Ace! This morning, some boars wanted to be stacked! And look there, the bears want to be stacked too! The brothers certainly had no idea they were creating unwilling animal orgies).

When Changes began happening to their bodies, Ace makes up additional, well, Bullshit.

While Luffy accepts Ace’s words as the Real Grownup Truth, some part of Ace should have remembered that it was all stuff he’d made up in place of actual facts from Sabo. But as the years passed, he’d come to accept them as How They Are.

Their ignorance certainly isn’t just the boys’ fault. They live with bandits after all, and there’s certainly plenty of vulgar talk going around. But if any of the bandits try to explain in any greater detail when Ace starts showing mild interest, Dadan thwacks them, daring them to imagine facing Garp’s wrath when the marine discovers they’d corrupted his darling grandsons.

Makino and the Mayor come by and help with their education, but it’s mostly things like manners, how to read, and how to fix their ripped of clothes. Stuff like their Bodies is something they left to family.

But unfortunately Garp, of course, also avoids The Talk, because of all the many responsibilities he’d avoided in the raising of his grandsons, this is certainly one he’s especially keen to avoid. He gives Ace an incredibly vague explanation to “If you do the Do, make sure to wrap it!” before disappearing, leaving Ace to mutter to himself, “Wrap what?” An even more garbled and meaningless version is passed from Ace to Luffy.

Ace leaves the island at seventeen, confident and strong, and completely oblivious to much of what the world has in store.

Shortly after he leaves the island, Ace meets his first crew mate, one ex-med student who goes by “Masked Deuce.”

To Deuce, Ace looks like a fine roguish young man in his prime, his chosen Captain, and Deuce hates to admit it, but definitely popular with the ladies. At their first island together after escaping the deserted island where they met, Deuce is proven right when the ladies hanging around the brothels crowd out to wave and call at Ace. Deuce wonders darkly if they’re going to make a stop, but Ace just waves cheerfully back, and they continue on their way.

“They sure don’t look very sleepy for people who want to sleep so much!” Ace laughs, and Deuce thinks he’s one to talk. But they head back to their raft with supplies and without further incident. That’s when Deuce has his first Bad Feeling that something may be amiss.

A few years later, after they’ve joined Whitebeard’s crew, a drunken Deuce will screech that one day, he should get to bash Monkey D. Garp’s face in. Garp OWES it to him!!! After what Deuce went through, after realizing how freakin’ EMPTY and beyond neglected some parts of Ace’s education had been!!! The Whitebeards are lucky, because the Ace today exists because of Deuce’s suffering!!!

Because Deuce realizes quickly that when Ace heard that ladies want to “sleep with him,” he thought it was an offering to nap together. When Deuce asked with mounting horror whether Ace knows what sex even is, his Captain responded with the most blinding pure smile and enough confidence that Deuce almost believed him, “Naked wrestling!” When Ace saw animals copulating (and in one memorable case, a random human couple in the alleys), he took it upon himself to generously stack a third, and if possible a fourth creature on top.

Forget knowledge of the Act, Ace didn’t even know that some people, well, had Different Parts down there. And Deuce groaned and restrained himself from bashing his head against the mast, because why would he? According to Ace, he grew up 95% with mostly just himself and his precious lil bro Luffy. He knew a grand total of two women, Dadan and Makino. The former, the thought of whom naked made Ace pale, and the second, who only stopped by occasionally but certainly had no reason to uncover herself. Ace didn’t know what a textbook was, and squinted when Deuce desperately asked if he’d at least seen porn magazines.

Sure, some women have biggish chests, but so do fat people, and Ace’s chest isn’t so bad either if he says so himself. So of course Ace had no reason to assume anything else was different.

Deuce remembers the agonizing incident where he’d hired a few hookers to help educate Ace. The ladies had been cackling non stop, Ace had cheerfully announced, “Ah, I see, so they’re like Fishmen! Similar, but with a few different Mystery Parts.” And Deuce couldn’t even applaud Ace’s open-mindedness, because he was too busy wanting to dig a hole for himself to die in due to mortification, cursing how the subject of his embarrassment didn’t even share a sliver of his shame.

Ace slowly filled the gaping holes in his knowledge with help from his crew (mostly Deuce), taking his own ignorance in good stride and laughing brightly with each new discovery.

But the thing that concerned Deuce most, was every time Ace Learned Something New, he’d scratch his head and mutter, “Oh shit, that’s not what I told Luffy.”

Deuce is extremely concerned for one Monkey D. Luffy, and occasionally mutters a prayer for the unfortunate youth who had apparently obtained the vast majority of his worldly knowledge second hand through Ace.

But despite now having knowledge of sex, Ace still doesn’t particularly express any interest in trying it himself. He continues to just wave at the ladies and even men who want his attention, just as cheerfully as he had in the beginning.

When Deuce cautiously inquires why, Ace just shrugs. “You’re supposed to do it with someone you love, right?” And Deuce doesn’t really have the heart to tell him any different.

Three years after Ace sets out for sea, Luffy follows.

The brothers’ reunion comes faster than expected, for which Ace’s grateful, because not only does he get to see his precious little brother again, he also has the chance to maybe correct some of the things he’d told Luffy growing up before Luffy spends too much time in the outside world.

And so when night comes in the desert in Alabasta, Ace takes Luffy aside and they go a ways away from the men’s tent where Luffy’s crew sleeps, far enough away that the fire Ace lights on his arms to keep them warm can’t be seen, and their voices are washed away among the dunes.

They’re catching up Ace wants to hear all about Luffy’s adventures, yes, but Ace also feels responsibility to clear up any misunderstandings he’d caused. And his crew had warned him, including his new Whitebeard family, that it might be dangerous to leave a little brother as adorable as Ace claimed in such complete ignorance.

Ace insists that Luffy is strong and can beat up almost anyone who wishes him harm, but their words still catch on something that makes Ace feel a weird twist of something in his gut. Would Luffy know what kind of intentions are behind a wandering hand, a lecherous sneer? Wouldn’t Luffy also assume sleeping just means napping? This is a new kind of potential danger, something that Luffy’s definitely not aware of, and the thought of it sneaking up on Luffy unawares makes something dark and ugly rear in Ace’s gut.

But a lot of Ace’s complicated doubts and fears are swept away by the desert winds when Luffy crawls into Ace’s lap and leans back against his chest. Luffy likes human contact, he always had, but Ace used to like to pretend he didn’t (they both knew otherwise), so Luffy usually wasn’t clingy unless he was feeling especially vulnerable.

Luffy’s thin, rubbery arms wrap tightly around Ace’s torso, and his grip is strong, but vibrating, somewhere between shaking and tension. The flames on Ace’s arms sputter out, and Ace carefully puts his own arms around Luffy, now more open with himself than he’d been three years ago, and accepting of how he craves this too, and had felt starved of Luffy’s affection during their time apart.

It can’t be more obvious how much Luffy had missed him, and Ace feels the same.

Luffy’d grown over three years, from a gangly child who still worried Ace, to a still gangly but strong young adult who’d already begun earning a name for himself as a pirate. His lanky body fits perfectly in Ace’s arms, because even though Luffy’d grown, Ace’d grown too, and Luffy still feels petite in contrast.

Ah, Ace thinks as he squeezes Luffy tightly, burying his face in his little brother’s neck and drowning in his familiar scent, allowing himself to openly display his affection in a way he’d only done a handful of times on the island. Luffy practically purrs, leaning back and nuzzling Ace’s cheek, practically begging for more attention.

Something stirs in Ace’s gut as Luffy’s lithe form squirms against his bare chest, pushing fruitlessly against Ace’s unbudging arms before deciding that it’d be easier to just contort himself so he’s sitting facing Ace. And then suddenly their eyes are meeting, and Luffy looks so happy, and Ace thinks oh.

Someone I love.

Ace leans in to press their lips together, and Luffy is curious but doesn’t hesitate to push back and attempt to imitate.

It never crosses Ace’s mind that this is something that he shouldn’t be doing with Luffy. They’re Brothers, yes, but the word can mean a lot of things. Ace is Brothers with all the Whitebeard pirates too, and they’re undeniably a family and their bond means the world to him. The brother he shares with his crew is a bond of shared admiration for their leader, a bond of family through how they all see Whitebeard as their chosen paternal figure. It’s about a shared goal, a shared experience, a shared choice.

But brother in that context is different from brother with Luffy and Sabo. With Luffy and Sabo, their brother means an unbreakable bond, of connection that is stronger than anything they were born with, something that overcomes Ace’s hatred for his blood father, Sabo’s disgust for his heritage, and Luffy’s own missing parents. It means a willing and deliberate promise of permanence, a steady and stable treasure that will continue glowing at their core no matter how they change and grow.

It means love, Ace thinks, and knows Luffy feels the same.

“So Luffy, that thing the frogs were doing?”

“Yeah?”

“This is what they were doing.”

“Oh, okay! So they were feeling good.”

“…Yeah, they were feeling good.”

Ace leaves it at that.

(and then the war happens. And their first becomes their last.)

*COUGHS* or DOES it?

ANYWAY, barely a “first,” but a long rambling rant, ty for reading

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secret-engima · 4 years

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A gift thing for @sparklecryptid since thine computer hath died. Been meaning to do this for a while actually, but finally got it down. I call it: In Which Ace meets Tiny Child Nyx, Libertus Is Having a Crisis, and Why Is Cor Wearing Makeup That Looks Like The Scourge.

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Ace should have known his day was about to go weird. It was just- one of those days. Where everything felt strange and the clouds overhead had just a little too much power in their rumble to not have Ramuh lurking somewhere inside them.

Still, it was a nice, if cloudy day outside and he’d had plans to hang out with Nyx and Lib and Selena today for a month now. He wasn’t going to let a bit of uneasy feelings stop him.

He should really, REALLY know better than to tempt fate like that by now.

They were all talking as they walked down the street when there was a- blip. Or glitch. A moment where Insomnia shivered around them and Ace’s magic JERKED like there was a hook in his navel, trying to yank him sideways. It stopped almost as soon as it started, but from Nyx’s and Lib’s cursing, he wasn’t the only one. A moment later Nyx was spinning in place in alarm and Ace felt his stomach drop in cold fear and anger when they realized Selena WASN’T THERE ANYMORE.

They started to search frantically, so caught up in looking that they didn’t notice that Insomnia itself was different for at least fifteen minutes. Not until Ace tried to take a shortcut he’d been using for ages and found a dead end instead. The surprise made him stop short, and once he stopped he became aware of Insomnia’s magic. It felt different. It felt foreign. He could feel it rippling and twitching, poking and prodding at him in a way it hadn’t since the day he first set foot in its walls.

What was going on?

Ace emerged from the alley again, looked around with new eyes and realized that all of Insomnia was … a little bit different. A little tweaked. It was enough to creep him out and make his skin crawl as he grabbed Nyx by the elbow and pointed it out to him. Nyx made a face, and Lib growled low in his throat, “So what in the world is going on? Insomnia couldn’t have just changed. Cities don’t do that!”

“And yet,” Ace drawled despite himself, “here we are, and it’s not like there’s two Insomnias around here.”

Nyx huffed a laugh, “Yeah, that would be something a little too much like an episode of that bad sci-fi show Selena likes to watch. With doubles of us running around or something-.”

Magic flared, spiraled out and twisted like a firework on Ace’s senses, loud and emotive in a way Ace had never felt magic be before as something warped out of nowhere to tackle Libertus, “Lib!”

Nyx reached for his kukri and Libertus flailed as if to grab the thing that had just smacked into him and throw it. Ace did neither only because his magic senses were screeching with the realization his brain was still trying to process as Libertus and Nyx both got a good look at the limpet around Libertus’s neck and … froze.

Flyaway velvet black hair in ratty Ulric braids and big, big blue eyes and a smile that was two parts mischief and one part pure joy, the little boy that looked like he’d come straight out of Nyx’s baby pictures leaned back enough to look at Libertus’s face and gush, “Found you! You’re big! How’d you get so big, Lib?”

Libertus gaped. Opened his mouth, closed it, instinctively raised his arms to support the boy hanging off his neck and rasped, “…Nyx?”

The little boy’s grin grew bigger, “Yeah. Who else would I be?”

Nyx- Ace’s Nyx- made a strangled, garbled sound in the back of his throat that Ace agreed with wholeheartedly. Because this kid looked just like Nyx at that age, and he knew Libertus, but he also had magic clear as day on Ace’s senses (it felt like the bright flare-snap of fireworks and the gurgling rush of jungle waterfalls and the tang of ozone, unique and different from Regis’s magic, or Ace’s).

Another magic, this one tasting decidedly of Regis’s but with more ozone in it, flared in anger-worry-annoyance and all three Galahdians turned to face the person stomping his way down the sidewalk, pushing anyone too slow to move out of his way with one arm while the other supported the child on his hip, “Nyx Ulric get back here you little scrap rat so freaking help me-!”

Child!Nyx just laughed and waved cheerfully at the approaching teenager, “Cor’l! Cor’l look! I found a big Lib!”

The teenager came to a stop in front of them and Ace had a heart attack twice over because one: that was a teenage Cor Leonis glaring at them in confusion and two: his face. It took a moment of horrified staring to realize it was makeup, because it was an almost perfect replica of Ardyn’s face when the Scourge was on full display and it was terrifying.

Then he had a third one because the child perched on Cor Leonis’s hip was Libertus. A tiny Libertus who couldn’t have been more than six or seven, and now that he was looking was that … was that a baby sling over Leonis’s shoulders?

Movement stirred over Leonis’s back and Ace managed a strangled noise at the sight of a little Selena, no more than two years old surely, peaking over Leonis’s shoulder in curiosity.

The teenaged Immortal in Scourge makeup stared at them. They stared back. Then he sighed and held out his free hand, “Nyx. Nyx come here.”

“No.”

A dark scowl made terrifying by the makeup, “Nyx Ulric Lucis Caelum,” he growled, “Come here. That is not Libertus. You should know better than to warp to strangers.”

Little Nyx just clung tighter to Libertus’s neck, ignoring the vaguely hysterical look on Libertus’s face as he pouted, “No. Big Lib. Mine now.”

Little Libertus sighed, looking far too put upon for a small child, “Nyx, no.”

“Nyx, yes.”

Cor Leonis’s eye twitched, then he took a deep breath and eyed them skeptically, “You’re really Libertus Ostium and Nyx Ulric?”

Two very numb nods and Cor sighed, “I thought the city was acting up this morning. Come on, Aulea will probably have an explanation for this and I won’t be able to pry Nyx off with a crowbar at this point.”

Ace opened his mouth, “You’re just- gonna accept this? Adult doubles of two kids and a stranger and you’re fine with it?”

“You’re Galahdians, aren’t you? You’re Clan. Besides this isn’t the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen. Now come on.”

With nothing really better to do in the wake of the child version of Nyx happily perched in Libertus’s arms, they did.

Ace had a feeling today was going to be a Headache.

(Swapping to HC format for convenience):

-Cor’s Coeurl shows up halfway to the Citadel with Ace’s Selena in tow. No one is sure why they got separated, but she’s here now, and is frankly the only person of Ace’s group handling the situation calmly (sorta. But instead of panic she’s more hyper fixated on BABY NYX. SO CUTE. SHE GETS TO BE THE BIG SIB FOR ONCE YES.)

-Regis knows in an instant who Ace is, Ace wants to know why Regis has a more mild version of Scourge makeup on.

-Also why does he have both an Ulric braid and a marriage braid. Regis isn’t Galahdian w h a t.

-Who is the red-haired Galahdian at Regis’s side, watching them with sharp eyes and also Scourge makeup and ANOTHER COEURL. WHAT.

-What do you mean you’re Vitae, what’s that. What do you mean you were adopted by Galahd. What do you mean GALAHD IS STILL STANDING. W H A T.

-ALSO WHY DO BOTH BBY NYX AND BBY LIB AND BBY SELENA ALL HAVE UNIQUE MAGIC SIGNATURES. WHY CAN BBY NYX WARP. SOMEONE PLS EXPLAIN. AND BRING ALCOHOL. ACE NEEDS A DRINK VERY BADLY PLS.

-Group ends up going to Galahd, which is an angst trip and a half and also a total SHOCK because WALL. MAGIC WALL THAT ISN’T THE INSOMNIAN ONE. TONS OF GALAHDIANS.

-Galahd reaches out her magic to the group the moment they enter this second Wall and Ace almost CRIES at the feel of it. Of a Galahd that is not only unburned but breathing with magic, generations upon generations of magic that have turned the isles to something semi-sentient in their own right.

-Ace does cry when they get to the Sage’s home and its Ardyn, dressed in native Galahd garb, with a cluster of smol magical children around him telling stories.

-Ardyn doesn’t hesitate to sweep this strange Galahdian boy from another dimension into his arms in comfort, his magic reaching out fearlessly to tangle with Nyx’s and Libertus’s as well.

-They figure out how to send them back in like- two days but don’t actually send them back for like- a week because Displaced Galahdians from An Angsty Universe. Must Mother. Must Comfort. Must Cuddle.

-Nyx and Lib spend 90% of the visit with the younger counterpart of their best friend clinging like a monkey to their back because BIG FRIEND. HI BIG SIB FRIEND. Also Nyx just about cries over the cuteness of having a Tiny!Lib trying vainly to Mom Him into being Safe and Reasonable. Lib could bang his head against the wall trying to keep up with a hyper Warptastic child Nyx (he’s never going to complain about the Warptastic adult version again- Warptastic Kiddo Nyx is SO MUCH WORSE-.)

-Ace gets universally Mommed by every Galahdian he meets. He has an entire PACK of Ostium plus Regis following him around in concern. It would drive Ace crazy except they are all projecting love-concern-ours-ours through their magic and its hard to get mad when someone cares that much about you.

-Selena meets Cor’s Bellum wife Adrastia. It’s a match made in Chaos. They get along far too well for comfort. Many things are set on fire. Adrastia offers to share her magic, Ace manages to shut that idea down only because they have to go back to their world eventually and Selena might not cope well with having the magic taken away from her during the return trip.

-All of Galahd plus Regis and Co universally plan to murder some Nifs for the story Ace and the others tell. Of a Galahd that burned. Of a Galahd with no Vitae, no Sage, no protection when Mors pulled back the Wall.

-Nyx gets to meet Callida. Callida is Bursting With Mom Pride and totally teaches him new warp techniques.

-Ace realizes that Cor is universally called “Cor’l” (Coeurl) by Galahd and that it’s not an accent thing and almost dies of hysterical laughter.

#Melodies and Manuscripts #Secret Engima Rambles #Thrown to Wolves verse #royal bastards au #sparklecryptid #xover

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“Thankful” (happy ending AU Reddiefic, Secret Santa gift!)

Hi there @pawprinterfanfic! I’m your secret santa for the @itfandompromptssecret santa gift exchange! I’m sorry its almost midnight, I was at a holiday event with my family, but I had such a wonderful time writing this for you and I hope you have an absolutely blessed holiday season! With all of my love and warm wishes, enjoy! Summary: The Thanksgiving after Pennywise finally goes to wherever evil killer clowns go, The Losers have a lot to be thankful for, Richie and Eddie most of all. (Happy ending AU where Stan went back to Derry, and because of that, they all lived.) Rating: T, because Richie has a mouth on him.

It snows on Thanksgiving in Derry. Richie Tozier forgot how much he hated that shit. He’s sulking around Mike’s (admittedly incredible and way more spacious than he’d realized at first,) apartment over the library, and he can feel two pairs of eyes on him - Eddie, from his now customary, since coming home, finally, from the hospital, place on the window seat by the round window that looked out over the town square, and Sprinkles, the cat that Richie was unsure if Beverly had actually adopted from the shelter in town for Mike, or had merely found on the street and claimed as theirs. Ben would be the first to tell you, she definitely had a way of taking in strays.

“What exactly are you two doing to that poor thing?” Eddie calls, book long forgotten, and Sprinkles, who has made herself comfortable in his lap, makes a quiet little mrrrr noise of curiosity of her own.

Still squinting at the cookbook open in front of him, one hand menacingly clutching an entire stick of butter that’s melting rapidly in the heat of his hands over the turkey, resting on a bed of potatoes and carrots in what he’s been told is called a ‘roasting pan.’ Richie is not, nor has he ever been a great cook, but he and Bill will be damned if they can’t figure out what Martha Stewart called the “idiot proof” turkey earlier that day on television while the others are rushing about doing the rest of the things required for the day to be perfect. And the day would be perfect, damn it, if it was the last thing Richie did: they had so much to be thankful for. He felt the familiar flood of emotion in his chest when it hit him again, just how grateful he was. Pennywise was gone, for good, and Eddie’d lived. He thought he’d known fear before they went into that cistern, or when he saw those massive spider legs, or what he saw in the deadlights, but he had never known fear like the blur of minutes of carrying Eddie from that awful place, turned to the hours of sitting on the floor in a hospital hallway, Eddie’s blood darkening on the front of his shirt, turned to the days of waiting for him to wake up. He also thought he’d, at least at some point in his life, known happiness, and relief, but he hadn’t, until finally he was roused from sleep by the hand he’d held for so long, wishing and hoping and even praying, curling around his.

That’d been July, it was the end of November now and everything between that was a blur. That first night, everyone slept on chairs in the hospital, but eventually bags were collected from the Townhouse and migrated to Mike’s. “No friends of mine are going to keep living in that shithole for god knows how long,” the librarian had harrumphed at them, making up his sole guest room (never used,) pulling out his couch, and sending Ben to buy air mattresses. If Richie was smuggled there, ‘home,’ to sleep in those early weeks, he doesn’t remember. He remembers being absolutely unwilling to let Eddie out of his sight, lest he disappear, lest this not actually all be real, lest this be some fever dream in the deadlights, but then eventually he remembers waking up with the golden light of a late summer sunset falling over him, bundled under a pile of blankets in that guest room, Beverly sitting next to him, watching tv.

“I need to get back to the hospital,” he’d rasped at her, reaching for his glasses.

“You need to go back to sleep,” she’d murmured, brushing his hair out of his eyes with sisterly affection. He had.

The weather grew cold, and the leaves turned the brilliant colors of fall in Maine, something else Richie had forgotten, and forgotten that he’d loved. One day, between the hospital and home, when Stan’s wife, Patty, who he’d begun to think of as the group’s tiny little blonde guardian angel, ushered him into a Halloween store to find Eddie “something seasonal to brighten that room up!” Richie realized that…none of them had gone home.

“Wait!” he surprised Patty by how quickly he sort of…grabbed her. She responded by turning and giving him a tight hug, to which he replied, feeling like a dunce, with “Don’t you all have lives?”

She blinked up at him, “Hm?”

“You flew all the way up here the second Stan called you. Audra came out. None of you have gone home. What about your jobs? Your houses? Your lives?”

“You’re family. Eddie’s family. You all need us.”

“Yes, Patty, and we love you very much, but the logistics-”

“We all figured, we’re…established, enough,” she shrugged, “We’ve all done well, Trashmouth. We’re in a position to be here, so we are. And besides,” she giggled brightly, “Ben is loaded.”

He laughed. She laughed. They left with a stuffed monkey dressed up as a mummy. Eddie would hate it.

The week before Thanksgiving, they sprung him. Until you really got to know Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie explained, he was a charming son of a bitch and had somehow convinced the nurses that that was his true nature.

Eddie, seated on the edge of his hospital bed as Richie stooped to tie his shoes for him, groaned, “Yes, Richie. I love you, too.”

Eddie got the guest room after that, which meant that Richie, who’d insisted on an air mattress and that someone else take that bed, was back in that cozy room, and for the first time since that awful day on Neibolt Street, since the nights before, hiding, sneaking from one room to another, Richie slept with Eddie in his arms, the cold sweating of nightmares gone, beaten back by the warmth, the solidity of the other man. Eddie was there, Eddie was real, and Eddie was alive.

So yes, even as he stood there, holding a half melting stick of butter that he was pretty sure that he was about to unceremoniously shove up a turkey’s ass, Richie Tozier was grateful.

“Rich? Hellllloooooooooo. Earth to Richie,” Bill waved a hand in his face, “Psst. You in there?”

Richie shook his thoughts clear, “Yeah, uh..yeah. I’m here. Sorry. Shit. What do I do with this?”

Bill looked back at the cookbook, then at the butter, then back to the cookbook, and sighed with relief, “Thank fuck. We rub it under the skin-”

“It puts the lotion on its skin or it gets the hose again!” Richie couldn’t help himself, voice and all.

“Jesus Christ, Richie.”

“It’s so the turkey doesn’t get dry!” Eddie called from the window seat, “Please don’t make me get up and come over there.”

“The turkey is not going to be dry, Eduardo!” Richie called back, and passed the now slippery stick of what surely was not butter but felt like pure grease, and was probably, in all actuality, the margarine that Eddie tried to convince them caused cancer if eaten literally ever at all, unceremoniously to a very confused Bill. “Here, you handle this, Big Bill,” he said, and wandered off to entertain Eddie and the cat before the former could offer any more unsolicited advice. Bill blinked at him, and sighed - some people never change, not even almost three decades and a murdered clown later. He was definitely going to need a drink.

+++

It was margarine and the turkey was dry (due, however, more to Bill getting a little tipsy and not setting his timer for the right amount of time after he stuffed the turkey into the apartment’s small-ish oven, than to any lack of comprehension from two grown men of at least above average intelligence but very little usable kitchen skill about what to do with butter on Thanksgiving when cooking,) but they were all too wrapped up in the warm glow of the occasion to notice once they all finally sat down to eat, Mike doing the honors of carving the bird expertly for someone who, the night before, had confessed that he not only hadn’t done a real Thanksgiving in twenty seven years but was also a vegetarian. Patty led the table in a round of applause as he took a small bow before sitting down, his grin wide and bright.

Everyone looked expectantly to Bill, at the head of the table, always their leader, who looked, lost to his wife. Audra chuckled and gave his hand a squeeze under the table, “Should we say grace?”

“I will! I will!” Richie offered, to only mild protest, “Everybody hold hands, c’mon, pretend like we like each other, c’mon, c’mon.” The Losers, and their now honorary members, Audra and Patty, obliged, and Richie cleared his throat, bowing his head, “Dear Lord, we uh…thank you for…this day and these people and stuff and for that time that Jesus kid was…in Turkey and he…did some stuff-”

“Richie we’re Jewish why are you talking about Jesus,” Stan muttered.

Richie, unfazed continued, “Or maybe today we just have turkey, maybe he wasn’t in turkey, wait…is that why we have turkey, is it-”

“Heeeeeeeey, I have an idea,” Ben interjected, “Instead of…whatever that was, why don’t we all just say something we’re thankful for? It’s been one hell of a year, and I have a lot I’m thankful for now.”

“Great idea!” Bev lit up, smiling up at him, “I’ll go first. This year, I’m thankful for all of you, and I’m thankful for Ben, and,” she peeked under the table at Ben’s large German Shepherd, his bowl already emptied between his paws, waiting for table scraps, “Scout down there, and Sprinkles, wherever she got to.”

“Same,” Ben seconded, “All of you and Bev and…our freedom.”

Patty raised her water glass, “I think that’s worth toasting. No more clowns!”

To the clink of glasses, they echoed, “No more clowns.”

“I’m thankful for Mike!” Bill went next, “I mean, yes, I’m thankful for all of you. Audra, Stan, all of you, I mean that. But Mikey…dude, you st-stayed here f-f-for us. You remembered.”

“And then you took us all in!” Beverly added. Mike ducked his head, “Thank you. I’d do it again. I’m thankful you all came back.”

“I’m thankful that Bill called me, after Mike did,” Stan said softly, “I was in a bad place and…about to do something drastic,” his voice was barely audible at the other end of the table, “And I would have never gotten to see us all this happy.”

Patty wrapped her arm around his and kissed his shoulder, “I’m thankful for that, too. And that you’ve all let me be a part of this family.”

“Same here,” Audra offered. A chorus of ‘we love you’s and ‘of course you’re part of this family’ went up to the both of them.

“I’m thankful to be alive,” said Eddie, “I’m thankful that I get to…actually live my life now. I feel like I went from my mother to Myra and-”

“I’m thankful for divorce attornies,” Richie muttered.

“Beep beep, Richie,” Beverly muttered.

Eddie continued as though he hadn’t been interrupted, “Like, yeah, I almost died which is extremely fucking weird to say or even…think about…but…I get to live now. I’m not under mom’s thumb. I’m not under Myra’s thumb-”

“You just have me wrapped around your little finger,” Richie’s smile, for once, wasn’t wry or sardonic, but warm, and gentle and his eyes were so soft as he looked at the other man.

Under the table, Eddie slipped his hand into Richie’s and squeezed it three times: I love you. “You love it.”

“I do.”

“And what about you, Rich?” Stan asked, beaming, “What are you thankful for? Besides Eddie’s divorce attorney, I mean.”

“A lot,” Richie was surprisingly quiet, and reverent, “Everything? All of you? That…I finally get to spend the rest of my life next to this weird little gremlin-”

“Hey-”

“Who I love more than anything in the world. Who I never stopped loving, not for a second. Who my heart always remembered.”

Their eyes met, Eddie’s filling with tears.

Ding, ding, ding! Patty tapped her spoon on her glass, and soon the others joined her, “Kiss! Kiss!”

That cold, snowy Thanksgiving night, in a warm apartment in Derry, Maine, filled with love and friendship, Richie Tozier kissed Eddie Kaspbrak, and everything was absolutely golden.

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Touch in the Dark 5.1 (Tony)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23556382/chapters/57728788

It’s a beautiful Tuesday. Unseasonably warm for a March day in the city, with a bright blue sky touched with the barest brush of wispy white clouds. And on this beautiful day, Tony was stuck up on a tree, dangling 10 feet off the ground with uncomfortable bark digging into sensitive areas. All because of one snarky little menace.

It had been a couple of months since he had waltzed into James Romanov’s office to make his deal and things were going okay so far. They had some bumps along the way since that first time, instances that forced Tony to come to terms with the reality that a lifetime of abuse wouldn’t be overcome with sheer stubbornness. Which didn’t mean he stopped trying.

But then memories of drunken footsteps would pound their way into his head, followed by the remembrance of split lips, bruised arms and welts on his back. Remembrances that felt so real, they had healed areas aching all over again. It was a hard lesson to learn, coming to terms with the vestiges of his trauma. Knowing that there was nothing he could do that would just put a stop to the phantom pains or the nightmares. He had a lifetime of learned behaviours from his abuse that wasn’t going anywhere soon and it would take time for his brain to recalibrate.

Even when he logically understood that, frustration welled bright and bitter every time he panicked, and he hated Howard anew for affecting him this deeply even after death.

Thankfully, James was good on his word.

He checked with Tony before every session, making sure he wasn’t going to flash into a panic attack the moment they started. If Tony was feeling even a little bit iffy, James ran him through breathing exercises, teaching Tony how to pack up his trauma and put it away for later. It wasn’t a cure—not even close—but it gave Tony the compartmentalization skills he needed to move forward. To get into a mental zone where he could focus on his body’s movement and countering attacks instead of being overwhelmed by fear. And every time he practiced, Tony could feel himself do it just a fraction of a second faster.

It was a similar kind of zone Tony felt when he was concentrating hard on complex equations. Like everything became quiet and his senses were more amplified, everything a little sharper. Tony couldn’t stay in the zone too deeply yet, snapping out of it too easily sometimes, but there was progress. He was getting faster, fighting better, hitting harder.

After the hours in the ring, Tony and James sat down for a light dinner, the one they had the first time acting as a precedent for their meetings together. They spent time discussing how training went, Tony asking questions and James giving critiques or advise as needed. It was nice. Things were civil between them, James keeping things casual the moment they stepped out of the ring and they never got more intimate than that.

They didn’t talk about the intimacy of that first session, but Tony wasn’t uncomfortable with that. Strange as it was, it felt like that moment had been more about reassurance rather than seduction. Like James had wanted to teach him a lesson and that was it.

Considering the lesson had been about the depth of feeling the heart could grant sex, as well as knowing the way James had felt about Steve, Tony was confident that James had no real desires for him. Honestly, after months of James treating him like he was infected with the plague, Tony was grateful things were working out as pleasantly as it was. If Tony had a panic attack, James never hesitated to offer comfort or help him get his breath back, but that was as intimate as it got. Both brunettes had reached a truce and slowly, but surely, becoming friends.

Which brought him back to today.

With Rhodey working for Steve, Tony got to see his platypus on a regular basis, a drastic change from when he was in the army. Even when he was being all gross and lovey-dovey with Sam, Tony delighted in seeing how openly happy Rhodey was.

The prominence of his honeybear time reminded Tony of the lack of Pepper in his life since he started training with James. They had still kept in contact, exchanging letters though they couldn’t meet in person. Tony was concerned, however, because Pepper was being suspiciously closemouthed about the new job that’s been keeping her so busy, not even sharing who she was working for. Naturally, he had written her again, asking to meet while also shamelessly bribing her with an opportunity to see Peter (who she doted on as much as her own siblings). Deciding on a place and time, he had announced to Steve that he was leaving early for the day and made his way to the park.

Tony and Peter got there first, picking out a place on the grass to spread their blanket and situate themselves. Quarter-hour later, Pepper was walking up to them in a light blue dress with a bow neckline, a golden-brown haired boy hanging onto her with a rather proprietorial hold on her hand.

Peter took off before Tony even got off the ground, jumping to hug Pepper as if they had been separated for decades rather than a few months.

Rolling his eyes, Tony followed at a more sedate pace, leaning in to hug one of his closest friends when Peter finally stopped hanging like a monkey. It probably wasn’t appropriate for them to be this affectionate in public, but Tony had long stopped caring about propriety so he savoured the moment of being close to one of the few people he trusted growing up. Steve was fantastic, but no one was ever going to know him the way that Pepper and Rhodey did, having been there to put him back together in the days after the beatings. Even if they couldn’t help in the moments when it happened.

Pulling away, Tony peeked at the little person next to Pepper, taken aback when he met dark blue eyes glaring holes into him. Turning around fully, he was met with a mild expression that looked practiced, but also vaguely familiar. There was no glare in sight as Pepper introduced Harley, her charge for the day. Tony held out his hand for a handshake, which the child returned with the utmost decorum as if he met with adults to discuss business on the regular.

Amused by the precocious child, Tony stepped aside for Peter to greet the other boy with a wide grin. “Hi, I’m Peter Stark. Do you wanna play a game?” In comparison to Peter’s open rambunctiousness, this child seemed downright solemn. But with a glance at Pepper for permission, he ran off agreeably enough.

Tony led the way to their blanket where he and Pepper made themselves comfortable on the cushions she had thought to bring. They covered the basics, isn’t it a great day, how was the family, blah blah blah before Tony couldn’t hold it anymore and blurted out, “What is this job that you keep hinting at but never talk about? Is it a factory job or secretary job or something?”

Pepper laughed. “Wow, Tony, you held out for a full three minutes.” She paused to take a deep breath. “Truthfully, I haven’t really told anyone about my new job because I didn’t want them to judge my decisions.” Tony raised his brows at her at this statement.

Pepper never did anything people would judge her negatively for, she knew exactly how to toe the line to get what she wanted without alienating herself. Seeing the way she pressed her fingers against each other in a clear sign of nerves, Tony felt worry spark in his gut, mixing sourly with guilt. He had been so caught up in his own major life changes that he hadn’t been attentive to much else outside of that.

“The reason I couldn’t see you a lot was because I’ve actually been working nights now.”

Tony pushed aside his worry and forced out a teasing grin. “Have you been selling your wares on the street corners, Miss Potts?”

“No!” Laughing at her exasperated expression, Tony choked on his spit when she followed that with, “I’ve been working at a brothel.”

“WHAT?” Eyes widening, Pepper slapped a hand over his mouth and shushed him.

“I was joking about you being a prostitute, Pepper, what the hell are you doing working in a brothel?” He lowered his volume, but his tone was still disbelieving, unable to fathom that lady-like Pepper Potts was working in a whorehouse.

Strangely blasé now that the truth was out, Pepper just rolled her eyes. “I’m not a prostitute, you dolt. I’m an assistant for a woman at the brothel, though sometimes it feels more like a babysitter.” She pointed to Harley, climbing the monkey bars with Peter in the distance. “That’s her son. Harley Romanov.”

Tony choked again. Pepper was really turning out to be a hazard to his health. “James Romanov has a son?” No wonder that mild expression was familiar.

Tony had never seen a sign of a child at the residence, never even heard James—or Steve for that matter—mention any children. But James was a notoriously secretive man, so how much could Tony really know after only two months of knowing each other?

Pepper’s eyes lit up with curiosity at the mention of Jame—she had neglected to tell her about his training, but she knew he was a part of Tony’s life through Steve—but she let it go for the moment. “I’m not really sure about the situation. He’s private so I’ve never been around when they interact.”

Something twisted his insides at the thought of James having a son with someone, but this wasn’t the time to delve into those feelings—never would be the right time—and Tony focused on what else Pepper had to share. “What’s she like?”

Unexpectedly, Pepper blushed. Which was immediately obvious with her fair skin tone, bringing her closer to her nickname namesake. Curiosity further piqued, he listened as Pepper stumbled through an explanation of this mysterious woman’s attributes. After the third mention of how intelligent she was, how graceful, how beautiful, Tony finally caught on to what Pepper wasn’t saying.

“You’re in love with her…” Voice sounding incredulous to his own ears, he watched as Pepper uncharacteristically fumbled for her words.

Giving up, she ran a hand through her long strawberry locks, momentarily looking lost. “I do love her,” she finally admitted. “I love the way she manipulates politicians to get what she needs to help the people around her. Prostitutes are so vulnerable yet everyone in that brothel feels safe and taken care of because of her actions. She’s vicious when it comes to protecting her own and I don’t even hate her when I know for a fact that some of the people who leave our brothel never actually make it home.”

She looked out at the grass, smiling at the way Peter and Harley had banded together with a group of kids to play some game that involved a lot of running, screaming and the names of different kinds of fruit. “I love the way she is with Harley, kind and attentive and always wanting the best for him. She’s a good mother. I know she would die before she let anything happen to him. She just wants him to be happy, to have a good childhood.” Pepper turned to face Tony, breath catching. “Gods, Tony, I feel so much for her and she doesn’t see me as anything other than the ‘best assistant’ she’s ever had.”

She took a deep, steadying breath, letting it out in a sigh.

“I’ve never felt anything like this before. I haven’t felt this way for anyone I’ve ever met before, not even Paul, and I was going to marry him. It makes me so scared sometimes, the depth of what I feel for her because people would hate me for feeling that way for her. You know, you’ve seen how they demonize anyone who feels for someone of the same sex the way that we do.” Tony put a comforting hand on her shoulder, understanding that she was thinking of the way her brother was treated. How he became a pariah almost overnight and had been kicked out of their home and neighbourhood, beaten bloody by the same people who had claimed to love him.

Tony reached out to pull her into a hug, letting her bury her face in his neck and not commenting on any wetness he might have felt there. He could empathize fully with her fear, knowing that people’s hatred was a fearsome thing that galvanized them to commit horrific acts. The kindest of neighbours could turn into the cruellest of tormentors, justifying their oppression and terrorism with nonsensical beliefs that villainized the victims of those hate crimes. It was horrible, feeling like everything you loved could be torn away in the blink of an eye by someone who didn’t even feel their actions were wrong. Knowing this was something that would take Pepper time to come to terms with, he just held her, letting her body tremble apart with her emotions and then build herself back up as she chose.

Over her shoulder, he saw Peter shouting something to Harley, who waved back and kept playing, before heading over with a grin on his face. His face became confused as he got closer, grin dropping.

“Is Pepper okay?” Tony heard Pepper’s breath hitch at the sound of Peter’s voice, knowing she wasn’t ready to be strong yet for the sake of the child.

Tony smiled softly at him, not wanting to worry Peter more than he was already. “Yea, cucciolo, she’s fine, just a little sad.”

“Oh, okay.” Peter nodded uncertainly before looking toward her. “Do you want to get some ice cream with me, Pepper? Auntie gave me some extra pocket change when she heard we were going to the park.”

Letting out an amused, and snotty, huff Pepper pulled away, taking the handkerchief Tony offered to dry any remaining wetness. Enough of her equilibrium restored, she rose and held out a hand for Peter to take. Which he did, gleefully.

Tossing a “Look after Harley for a bit,” over her shoulder, they were on their way to pick up some ice pops.

Reminded of the other boy, Tony scanned through the park, heart leaping to his throat when he couldn’t see Harley anywhere. Looking for one of the rugrats he saw playing with the 7-year old, Tony asked if she had seen Harley and then headed towards the big oak tree she pointed at. Not seeing him near the base, he looked in the branches and let out a loud “Shit” when he got pelted with acorns.

Stepping out of range quickly, Tony called out to the boy sequestered among the leaves.

“Harley, what are you doing? Stop that and come down here, please.” And there was the glare. Harley sat in the tree red-faced with tear streaks on his cheeks, his eyes trying to burn holes into Tony’s skull.

“No! I’m not going anywhere with you! What did you do with Pepper? I won’t let you hurt her!” More acorns rained down, Harley adjusting his aim to throw farther. When did he collect so many?

Putting up his arms to block the projectiles, Tony was thoroughly confused as to why the kid would hate him. They had barely talked, the Harley and Peter spending the majority of the last two hours running off to play games while he and Pepper talked on the grass.

Oh. Pepper. With whom Harley had been spending a lot of time with and had been holding tight to when they had arrived at the park.

Quickly piecing it together, Tony thought about what his interactions with Pepper would have looked like to the young boy. Hugging her in greeting, talking and laughing with her before then holding her close in what would have seemed like an intimate embrace. To the random passersby, they would have looked like a couple in love. To a young boy in love, Tony would’ve been seen as a rival.

Considering the fact that Tony—and Pepper apparently—was as gay as the day was long, Tony repressed his immediate urge to laugh hysterically. To add to that, Pepper was attracted to Harley’s mother.

Shaking his head at the irony, Tony wished Pepper all the best sorting out that debacle while thinking about how best to handle his jealous charge. Briefly, Tony entertained the thought of leaving Harley up in the tree and just waiting for Pepper to come back to soothe him. She was the key to this whole mess, it would be a 1000 times easier for her to come deal with it.

But knowing this was James’ son, and remembering the adept way that James had handled Peter, Tony felt guilty at the thought of just passing over the responsibility. He owed it to James to try.

Praying for no more acorns, Tony called out a truce.

“Harley, I’m not going to hurt Pepper, she’s my friend.” Just a friend, trust me. “She just went with Peter to get ice pops for you and Peter. You like Peter, don’t you?” Tony believed that was a fair enough assumption, everyone liked Peter. And if Harley had grown up the isolating life of the son of a mob lord and a prostitute, Peter was probably his first true friend his age.

Seeing the hesitation in the other boy’s face, Tony pressed his advantage. “My brother likes you a lot. I can tell that he was having a lot of fun today, and he will definitely want to play again. Would you like that?”

Harley looked torn before shaking his head fiercely. “I don’t want you to take Pepper away,” he said, voice wobbling. He looked afraid that that was exactly what Tony wanted to do, take away the person who had been taking care of him, a person who he had begun to trust to be there for him.

“Why do you think I would take Pepper away?” Tony asked in a gentle voice.

Harley’s face crumpled. “Be-c-cause t-that’s what ha-p-ppens!” He sobbed.

Tony quickly analysed the tree, looking for toe and footholds that would hold his weight. He hadn’t climbed a tree in a long time, but hopefully, it would be like riding a bike. Instinct after a certain point. Planning in his head, he started pulling himself up to sit near the crying boy. He pulled him gently into a hug the way he had with Pepper, resigned to what was shaping up to be a day covered in snot and emotions. Harley didn’t resist, grabbing onto him tightly and burying his face in Tony’s chest. No matter the fact that he might not like Tony, he was still a child who wanted comforting when he felt upset.

Used to the outburst of emotion from dealing with Peter, Tony just waited it out, letting Harley calm down before asking him more questions.

“What happens?” he asked, still holding the boy close.

Harley mumbled something unintelligibly into his chest and Tony chuckled.

“I’m sorry, I don’t speak gurgle. Could you repeat that?” He turned Harley’s face to the side, taking the boy’s handkerchief and dabbing at the tracks of tears and snot on his face. Most of it was on Tony’s vest, but at least this way he looked presentable.

“Mama says that when a girl wants to get married, a man comes to take her away from her family so she can make a new family. That’s how she ended up with Papa, though they’re not together anymore. And its why Mama works so hard, to make sure that the girls are ready for a family before she lets a man take them away. Mama says you have to be careful because some people make a family before they’re ready for one and that makes people unhappy. I don’t understand that part yet, but Mama says I will when I get older.” Harley looked up at Tony despondently. “Are you going to take Pepper away to get married? I don’t want to never see her again.” His eyes started watering again at the thought and Tony hurried spoke to reassure the boy.

“No, I love someone else, so I won’t be taking Pepper anywhere.” Tony tilted Harley’s chin up, meeting watery blue eyes. “Besides, Pepper’s stubborn and she really likes you. She won’t just leave you and never come back.”

“Really? Do you mean that?”

“Every word. I think Pepper’s a lot like your mom, actually. She protects the people she cares about, always have and always will. And now one of those people is you. So even if she did marry and leave, she would still come back to see you, okay?”

Harley sighed, knocking his head back into Tony’s chest, but allowed Tony to keep comforting him. Tony felt strangely fond for the temperamental kid despite his squirrel-inspired attacks. He knew about being afraid of getting abandoned by the people you love and rely on. Tony had felt that way when his mother died, and a part of him still felt that way, fearing that the people in his life would leave him.

Tony made a commitment at that moment to be one of the people Harley Romanov could rely on. He knew that Harley’s mom and Pepper would look out for him, and odds are so would Peter. Steve and James were probably supportive, but from a distance, since they led such busy lives. And there was Sarah who couldn’t resist a stray. All of them together should be able to help a little boy feel a little less alone in the world. He deserved the chance that Tony didn’t have growing up after Maria’s death, to feel secure in the love of those around him.

#Bucky and steve are mobsters #Tony killed Howard #harley keener #harley is the son of a brothel owner #past trauma #violence #abuse #peter parker #pepper potts #fanfic #stuckony #past stucky #established stony #developing winteriron #winterironshield #vengeanceworks #touchinthedark

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covid-19cleaningservices · 4 years

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Russia Approves Coronavirus Vaccine Before Completing Tests

MOSCOW — Russia has become the first country in the world to approve a vaccine for the coronavirus, President Vladimir V. Putin announced on Tuesday, though global health authorities say the vaccine has yet to complete critical, late-stage clinical trials to determine its safety and effectiveness.

Mr. Putin, who told a cabinet meeting on Tuesday morning that the vaccine “works effectively enough,” said that his own daughter had taken it. And in a congratulatory note to the nation, he thanked the scientists who developed the vaccine for “this first, very important step for our country, and generally for the whole world.”

The major powers are locked in a global race for a vaccine that President Trump, Mr. Putin and China’s president, Xi Jinping, are treating as a proxy war for their personal leadership and competing national systems. The United States, with an effort called Operation Warp Speed, and China have poured billions into the pursuit, and health officials worry that Russia is trying to snatch a victory by cutting corners.

By skipping large-scale clinical trials, the Russian dash for a vaccine has raised widespread concern that it is circumventing vital steps — and potentially endangering people — in order to score global propaganda points.

Russia’s vaccine sped through early monkey and human trials with apparent success. But Moscow was cautioned just last week by the World Health Organization not to stray from the usual methods of testing a vaccine for safety and efficacy.

Beyond that, the United States, Canadian and British governments have all accused Russian state hackers of trying to steal vaccine research. Russian officials have denied the accusations, and say their vaccine is based on a design developed years ago by Russian scientists to counter the Ebola virus.

A vaccine is seen as the most likely avenue for defeating the novel coronavirus and alleviating a worldwide health crisis that has killed at least 734,900 people and decimated national economies. Western regulators have said repeatedly that they do not expect a vaccine to become widely available before the end of the year at the earliest.

Around the world, more than 30 vaccines — out of a total of more than 165 under development — are now in various stages of human trials. Currently, eight vaccines have entered the final phase of mass human testing, including ones produced by Moderna in the United States, Oxford University and AstraZeneca in Britain and several Chinese companies.

Some of those Chinese companies have been accused of cutting corners themselves. One offered the vaccine to employees at the national oil company, while another has teamed up with the People’s Liberation Army to conduct human trials.

In Russia, the minister of health, Mikhail Murashko, has said the country will begin a mass vaccination campaign in the fall, and said on Tuesday that it would start with teachers and medical workers this month.

The governor of Texas says virus cases are still too numerous to warrant reopening. Emerging clusters at U.S. schools and on high school teams raise concerns about wider community spread. ‘It’s really risky.’ Russia approving a vaccine before it completed Phase 3 tests prompts alarm from experts.

In Moscow, the announcement was greeted with a mixture of national pride and nagging doubts by Russians who have been schooled by experience to treat such boasts with a healthy dose of skepticism.

Lidiya Ivleva, 70, a retired nurse out for a walk in a Moscow park Tuesday afternoon, embodied both sentiments. While calling the vaccine “a great achievement” for Russian scientists, she said she would not rush to get it herself because of the “hasty” testing.

“Those who fear the pandemic more will take it first, and good for them,” she said. If in a year or so it is clearly shown to be safe, she said, then she will reconsider.

Vaccines generally go through three stages of human testing before being approved for widespread use. The first two phases test the vaccine on relatively small groups of people to see if it causes harm and stimulates the immune system. The last phase, known as Phase 3, compares the vaccine to a placebo in tens of thousands of people.

The Russian scientific body that developed the vaccine, the Gamaleya Institute, has yet to conduct Phase 3 trials.

That final phase, however, is the only way to know with statistical certainty whether a vaccine can prevent an infection, and how effective it is. And because it tests a much larger group of people, a Phase 3 trial can also detect more subtle adverse effects of a vaccine that earlier trials could not.

Experts warn that, among other things, a faulty vaccine could actually render those inoculated more vulnerable to severe forms of Covid-19, the disease caused by the virus, a potential disaster that can be ruled out only through extensive testing on human volunteers.

Image“It works effectively enough, forms a stable immunity and I repeat, it has gone through all necessary tests,” President Vladimir V. Putin said. “It works effectively enough, forms a stable immunity and I repeat, it has gone through all necessary tests,” President Vladimir V. Putin said.Credit...Aleksey Nikolskyi/Sputnik, via Reuters The Russian vaccine uses two strains of adenovirus that typically cause mild colds in humans. Scientists genetically modified them to cause infected cells to make proteins from the spike of the new coronavirus, officials have said.

The approach is similar to the one used in a vaccine developed by Oxford University and AstraZeneca that is now undergoing Phase III tests in Britain, Brazil and South Africa.

The W.H.O. is in close contact with the Russian authorities and discussing proper procedures, Tarik Jasarevic, a spokesman for the organization, told reporters in Geneva on Tuesday. But he emphasized that obtaining the organization’s seal of approval would require “rigorous review of safety and efficacy data” derived from clinical trials.

The Russian Ministry of Health did not respond to detailed written questions sent last week about human trials and research into potentially harmful side effects.

CORONAVIRUS SCHOOLS BRIEFING: How is the pandemic reshaping education? Get the latest news and tips as students go back to school. Sign Up The Gamaleya Institute developed the Russian vaccine using a human cell line first cultured in 1973 — the same line used in the Oxford-AstraZeneca vaccine. Like a number of other cell lines used in medical research and vaccine manufacturing, it began with cells taken from an aborted fetus, raising objections from abortion opponents that may come into sharper focus if the vaccine is used widely.

Russia’s announcement of a potential vaccine well ahead of the Western timeline of the end of the year could provide a welcome respite for Mr. Putin from a string of bad news.

Over the past year he has seen a steady decline in his approval ratings, which had soared to more than 80 percent after the annexation of Crimea in 2014. Now, with Russian troops bogged down in Syria and Libya, foreign adventures have lost their appeal for most Russians.

Mr. Putin has also stumbled in domestic affairs. He was uncharacteristically passive in the spring as Russia erupted into one of the world’s hot spots for the coronavirus pandemic. And he has had no answers for the economic malaise enveloping the country, as the pandemic has flattened prices for oil and other natural resources that are the main engine of the Russian economy.

Russia has already used the vaccine race as a propaganda tool, even in the absence of published scientific evidence to support its claims as the front-runner. The vaccine, for example, was branded Sputnik V, recalling the Soviet Union’s launch of a first satellite, beating the United States.

For the last several months, state television has promoted the idea that Russia is leading the competition. In May, it reported that the first person in the world to be vaccinated against the virus was a Russian researcher who had injected himself even before monkey trials had been completed.

Russia also tested the vaccine on soldiers, raising concerns about consent, though the Ministry of Defense said that all the soldiers had volunteered.

Kirill Dmitriev, the head of a government-controlled fund that invested in the vaccine, denied in a conference call with journalists on Tuesday that Russia had cut corners on testing, or that it had stolen intellectual property to get ahead.

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WHAT IF FIVE (IN THE BROKEN FIVE AU) FINDS A BEATEN UP PITBULL AND REFUSES TO GIVE HIM UP COS IT REMINDS HIM OF HIMSELF AND NAMES IT MISTER PENNYCRUMB

asdfgSFGDJ you’re so valid anon holy shit you’re absolutely right Five is absolutely going to adopt Mr. Pennycrumb come hell or high water

and it goes like this

Five shows up at home with a wriggly bundle that he sneaks in even though they live in a cabin not a mansion there is no place to hide in this house with eight people that they will not be found and yeah, Diego got away with bringing Marm home but that’s Diego and they already have Clyde and there’s that fear in Five’s chest that Ellie would cast his find aside even though logically he knows she would never do that

so yeah this is a doomed venture from the start

“What’cha got there?” Klaus asks, all wide eyes and enthusiasm and Five freezes but like,, the jig is up so he unveils the squirmy wriggly puppy that he shoved up his sweatshirt with an air of defeat

“a PUPPY” Klaus squeals loud enough to wake the dead (and Klaus would know, his powers are to do with the dead) and yeah there’s no hiding this

Ellie emerges with her hands on her hips and looks at them and Five has this puppy in his arms and it’s frantically wriggling and doing its level best to shower Five’s face in enthusiastic dog kisses and Five is looking at her with such big sad eyes and he so rarely asks for anything

“But Marmalade.” Ellie says, helplessly, because honestly bringing up Clyde would do nothing. Clyde would probably love having a puppy around for the kids to play with, he’s an older dog and can’t keep up with their energy a lot of the time though he’s always up for cuddles.

“Marmalade is going to LOVE him.” Klaus says firmly, with all the belief of a child who hasn’t quite grasped the idea of a grouchy cat with a curious puppy who can’t keep its nose to itself, “we HAVE to keep him just LOOK”

and Ellie is looking. She’s looking at Five’s face and the fact that the puppy is pretty filthy and covered in mud and other kinds of grime and scratches and she already knows she’s lost the fight

“First things first a bath is in order.” Ellie sighs, making Klaus cheer because Klaus 100% knows they have a new puppy and Five is looking hopeful, “Where are the others, anyway?”

“Out with Vanya.” Klaus shrugs, “And I think Allison is at the movies with her town-person-friend.”

“Alright, into the bathroom. If you put that dog down on my clean carpets Five I swear - and also strip while you’re at it, that sweatshirt is filthy now. You can put some pjs on after.”

(they’d never been allowed to wear pajamas before bed back in the manor, let alone wear them before or to dinner - wild)

water gets all over the bathroom as her and Klaus and Five all work together to get the wriggly thing clean but between them they manage it even if Klaus looks like a begraggled rat at the end (Ellie needs to take him to get a haircut soon probably his curls are out of control) and at least Five is now squeaky clean as well after falling in the bath even if Ellie will have to mop up all the spilled water in a bit

“Where did you even find this little monster?” Ellie asks, voice fond as she offers one of Clyde’s toys for the puppy to gnaw on with his razor sharp little baby teeth

Five shifts in a way that means whatever is going to come out of his mouth Ellie probably isn’t going to appreciate. “Some boys were throwing rocks at him. In town. I’m pretty sure he’s a stray.”

Ellie pauses, voice mild, “And what were you doing in town? Alone?”

Five ducks his head, “Practicin’ jumping.” He mutters indistinctly, but Ellie catches every word.

“You know you aren’t supposed to go to town on your own, Five.” Ellie sighs, running a hand through her hair. Even Allison had been picked up by the mother of her friend who was supervising what Ellie called in her head a playdate but would never say aloud because she was taking care of a bunch of teenagers who would throw a fit if she used such a childish term.

Five focuses on the puppy he’s scooped back into his arms, not looking at her. And Five is the most difficult child to enforce rules on, because of what got them here. She remembers the pale waif of a child he was when they first arrived, scared of his own shadow and shaking like a leaf whenever he thought he might have done something wrong. The others had told her about what their father had done, threatening Vanya’s life for his good behavior. A burden that no child should have to bear.

He’s better now, a little bit. He isn’t shaking at least, or hiding. The day he’d dropped a plate and proceeded to hide under her bed and refused to come out was still fresh in her mind. Ellie had sat there for hours quietly reading aloud from a book, interspersed with assurances that she wasn’t angry and she knew it wasn’t on purpose, praying that she was doing the right thing (she didn’t know how to be a parent, but she was trying and that should count for something)

Ellie considers her options carefully before opening her mouth, “Well I suppose you won’t be coming on the library trip with Ben on Saturday.” Five’s head snaps up to meet hers, looking a bit betrayed but Ellie smiles at him, “You’ll just have to stay home with this little fella here and make sure he doesn’t chew up the house. You can write a list of books you want and we’ll fetch them for you.”

“We can really keep him?” Five asks, eyes wide.

“Yeah.” Ellie says, shaking her head, “But this is the last one. I’m serious. No more pets. I have all you little monkeys and that’s enough for me, goodness.”

Both kids stiffen at the word monkey and Ellie mourns a little bit in her mind at what the hell these kids went though. She’s not going to ask about it right now though, maybe another time

“He needs a name!” Klaus interjects cheerfully, and really he’s done very well at keeping quiet for so long. Then again, Klaus has always been pretty in tune with his siblings and worries over Five a lot. Even now he’s shuffled so that he’s pressed against his brother, using petting the dog as an excuse. Ellie’s onto the little brat, she knows his ways. “We should call him Toffee or something.”

“He already has a name!” Five protests, drawing the puppy closer (and honestly Ellie already likes this pup better than Marmalade, the pup takes the kids manhandling like an absolute champ), “His name is Mr. Pennycrumb.”

Ellie purposefully keeps her face smooth and blank even though on the inside she is automatically howling in laughter at the adorable cutesy name that just fell from the lips of one of her more serious kids. Absolutely perfect. She’s going into town right now to get that inscribed on a collar there is no way they’re changing it now

clearly Klaus is of a similar opinion even if he doesn’t have Ellie’s poker face, laughing freely as Five scowls. “It’s perfect!” Klaus crows, mollifying Five just a little bit, “I absolutely love it. Wonderful. I can’t wait to hear Luther say it.”

In Ellie’s youth they’d had pets with themes. All food names or all named after actors or characters from shows or books or whatever. And now she looks at her collection of animals. Clyde, Marmalade, and Mr. Pennycrumb

Wonderfully mismatched really. A bit like their family.

Mr. Pennycrumb fits in wonderfully and the kids are thrilled with a new puppy. Clyde cheerfully accepts the new addition even if he doesn’t seem especially impressed when Mr. Pennycrumb tries to chew his tail but the kids are occupied running around after the puppy and Clyde can relax on the porch and watch

surprisingly Marmalade doesn’t assassinate their new addition and seems to tolerate him, after giving Mr. Pennycrumb a few smacks when the puppy got too nosey and toothy with him (but with sheathed claws, so it was fine and Mr. Pennycrumb learned his lesson about respect and personal boundaries)

Five gains a habit of talking through Mr. Pennycrumb a bit (”Mr. Pennycrumb doesn’t like when X” Five says, clearly actually talking about himself, or “Mr. Pennycrumb wants to go to town/watch a movie/go to bed/etc.” - so it allows Ellie more insight and helps her from making missteps with him so she’ll take what she can get tbh)

“Seriously, no more animals though.” Ellie tells them all, “Unless you little suckers want me to take even more out of your college funds.”

“We have college funds?” Ben asks, eyes wide with surprise.

Ellie shifts, “I mean. There’s not much in them yet or anything but of course I started them. I mean, you guys don’t have to go if you don’t want to but I want you to have options. Like, I know I’m homeschooling you right now but that doesn’t mean you have to stay here forever, you know?”

Diego breaks the tension by popping up and saying - “Can i take money out to buy a sword?”

“Absolutely not, emergencies only.” Ellie immediately responds and is bombarded by the kids yelling out suggestions on what is definitely an emergency, like trips to a water park or to disney or to get those pretty shoes they saw in the shop window the other week and -

Ellie loves her kids but damn that doesn’t mean they aren’t a handful

#ask me #anonymous #ellie fortuin #traumatized five au #far tua long #five hargreeves #mr. pennycrumb #klaus hargreeves #the hargreeves #just the whole squad really #broken five au

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sunbirddtellsstories · 5 years

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Thirteen Facts About Omi (From Monkey Wrench!)

1.) Omi was born in Spring. Master Fung and Dojo found him on the front steps of the Xiaolin Temple one rainy night around March-April as a newborn. In general, Omi finds rainy nights bittersweet, gets contemplative and quiet, and sometimes goes off by himself to watch/listen to the rain fall.

Also. Spring is his favorite season. He loves watching the flowers bloom! His second favorite is Winter!

2.) Master Fung is the reason Omi discovered his element. It happened when Omi was very small. If you ask him or Dojo, they’ll each happily tell you the story, but Omi finds it really embarrassing and will (uncharacteristically) do whatever he can to take the topic off of himself.

3.) All the elders and residents at the Xiaolin Temple raised Omi and consider him their “son” in some way, but Omi secretly thinks of Master Fung as his true “father.” He’s never said it out loud before, and especially never to Master Fung himself. But Fung knows and he’s okay with it. The two are very close and have a strong bond.

4.) If Omi sees Master Fung as his father, he sees Dojo as his mother, because Dojo was the textbook definition of a mother hen when Omi was growing up. Dojo fussed over Omi constantly, was always a little overprotective and insisted on making sure Omi was always 110% safe in any and all situations, and even went so far as to never sizeshift or breathe fire in front of Omi for fear that his larger form and powers would scare him. Omi honestly had no idea Dojo could sizeshift or breathe fire until he was like 5 or 6.

5.) When growing up, Omi was at times overconfident and egotistical about his own abilities. Half of this was because he’s a bit of a prodigy who started small and mastered things younger than most, but the other half was because he is the Xiaolin Dragon Of Water, just as Grand Master Dashi once was. Knowing that he and the greatest warrior in all of Xiaolin history shared an element gave him a confidence boost at best but other times got to his head and inflated his ego.

6.) Omi cares deeply for his team and has made an effort to learn everything about them and to live in harmony with them. He is still a vegetarian but he learned how to prepare meat dishes for Clay, Rai and Kim. He also adjusts his quality time with each other Dragon to suit them. For example, he makes an effort to remember what time Kimiko does her nightly beauty regimen so he won’t delay her or get in her way if they hang. He also now knows when futbol season is in Brazil and asks Rai about what’s going on with his favorite teams and takes time to listen. All in all, Omi tries to be more considerate with the other Dragons, especially after being so egotistical and self-centered in his youth.

7.) Omi has gotten over his self-absorbed nature (for the most part), but he still has insecurities with being the best in the sense that he sometimes worries if he’s “good enough” for the others. He hates showing weakness or making mistakes because he thinks it reflects badly on him and his credibility in other people’s eyes falters. Additionally, he can zero in so much on the mistakes HE makes and what HE is doing that he becomes “tunnel visioned” and sometimes doesn’t even see how the other person feels. It’s not malicious, but Omi still sometimes makes himself a little blind to other people’s feelings when he does this.

8.) Omi used to have a mild crush on Kimiko when he was younger. He’s gotten over it and now sees her as an older sister, and because of this, isn’t afraid to get in touch with his feminine side for her sake. He goes with her on shopping trips, listens to her talk about her celebrity crushes with patience, and even lets her experiment new nail polish techniques on him. He gets some flak from Rai because of this, but Omi knows Kimiko misses her sister and the things they used to do together, and is happy to fill the void Tomoko left behind.

9.) Omi likes to hear stories about his friend’s families. He has always wondered what it would be like to be part of a traditional family with cousins, uncles, aunts, mothers, fathers, etc, and listening to Rai and Clay talk about their grandparents, or Jermaine tell stories about his sister Ivory, is something he could do for hours on end. He is also a huge fan of photo albums and silly baby pictures, much to his friend’s dismay.

He has never told his friends the real reason why he’s so interested in their stories, and it’s unclear whether or not they know, but either way, sometimes they each bring him along on holiday visits with their families. Omi loves the heck out of these mini adventures. They’re his favorite times of year.

10.) Jermaine means a lot to Omi for a few different reasons.

First, Jermaine is the first friend Omi has made outside of the Xiaolin Dragons. Omi used to be afraid of not being able to connect to people that he wasn’t destined to already to connect to, so becoming friends with Jermaine killed that fear in the best way possible.

Second, Jermaine instantly earned his respect by standing up for him the moment they met.

Third, Jermaine and Omi click on a level that surpasses all other of Omi’s relationships. They just....fit. For Omi, Jermaine is an incredibly easy person to be with, and Omi appreciates that he doesn’t have to prove himself or constantly be trying to earn his respect.

Omi truly, deeply values his relationship with Jermaine and would do just about anything for him.

11.) Thanks to his friends, Omi has slowly but surely become more worldly. Kimiko teaches him how to use technology and he pays close attention to everything she says. Rai teaches him about popular culture, Clay teaches him about animals, traditions and other mythologies, and Jermaine teaches him about living in the modern world. Omi still has a hard

time adjusting to some aspects of this modern era but is a lot savvier about it all than he was before. He’s even been experimenting with modern fashions (thanks Kimiko) whenever he has the chance to wear something other than his robes.

He is drawn to blues, greys and whites, and has a thing for sporty street fashion, beanies and hoodies. (Thanks Jermaine).

12.) Omi has a lot of regrets, but one of the biggest is Jack Spicer.

Omi subconsciously sees a lot of himself in Jack, more specifically, a lot of his past insecurities and desire to connect with others and find a place to belong. He was heartbroken when Jack backstabbed him during that one time he tried to be good and still sort of blames himself for being unable to ‘redeem’ Jack. There’s a part of Omi that still wants and still believes that Jack can become a better person, but after what happened to Raimundo and over the course of the story of MW!....that belief might be tested.

13.) Omi has two surviving family members out there. One is already in MW! but the other is NEVER going to show up in the fic (or at least, only in the epilogue). I’d like to make a sequel fic (a shorter one) where he meets his second family member and grows a relationship with them, but that won’t be for a while.

#xiaolin showdown fanfiction #xiaolin showdown monkey wrench #monkey wrench!#xs monkey wrench #xiaolin showdown monkey wrench!#omi #xiaolin showdown omi #omi xiaolin showdown #sunbird writes headcanons #xiaolin showdown

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