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nell0-0 · 1 year
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Emmet trying to look cool. Did he succeed? Hmmmm...
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liquidstar · 8 months
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WOW I FINALLY FINISHED THIS SET. There were a lot of things I wanted to get right for them so I took some extra time but hopefully it was worth it! The guild for this set is Cobalt Heart- a guild with focus on maritime missions, lead by (of course) guildmaster Neptune. There was no other planet I could've picked for his namesake lol. They're the guild I jokingly call the most jockish, but some moreso than others. I really do hope I did all the characters justice, but if you wanna know more about the individual members, it's under the cut as usual!
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Name: Neptune
Name Origin: The planet named for the god of the ocean
Pronouns: He/him
Age: 52
Guild rank: Guildmaster
Weapon: Trident
Ethos (Power): Ocean wave (Control over water- stronger with sea water)
Flaw power is based on: Originally based on his overly relaxed go-with-the-flow nature, but since becoming a father and guildmaster he's matured, and his power grew from simple wave control to more powerful control over the ocean's water. Waves aren't always peaceful, but he's become someone who understands their power and the responsibility needed for it.
Notes: If it's unclear, the marks on his chest are meant to be top surgery tattoos, but in cool wave shapes!
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Name: Triton
Name Origin: Neptune's moon, aptly named for his son
Pronouns: He/they
Age: 24
Guild rank: 4 star
Weapon: Twin sai
Ethos (Power): Ocean breath (Underwater breathing as well as other aquatic adaptions)
Flaw power is based on: His ardent wanderlust, especially in regards to the ocean. They literally cannot leave it alone despite any possible better reasoning, which is when it becomes a problem.
Notes: Was his other parent a mermaid or did they just do the fish thing on their own? The world may never know.
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Name: Otrera
Name Origin: A trojan asteroid named after the queen of the Amazons
Pronouns: She/her
Age: 32
Guild rank: 5 star
Weapon: Brass knickles
Ethos (Power): Preflexes (Hightened reflexes)
Flaw power is based on: Her overly-guarded and cagey nature.
Notes: But her brass knuckles are pink so its quirky when she knocks your teeth out.
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Name: Naos
Name Origin: A star whose name means "ship"
Pronouns: He/him
Age: 21
Guild rank: 3 star
Weapon: Modified crutches
Ethos (Power): Helm (He can change the direction of inanimate objects. It's not limited to projectiles, he can change the direction of objects while they're in someone's hand too.)
Flaw power is based on: His avoidant tenancies, especially where more serious responsibility is concerned.
Notes: Honestly? Joined the guild to boost his playboy status.
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Name: Aitne
Name Origin: One of Jupiter's moons, named after the personification of Mount Etna, a stratovolcano
Pronouns: They/them
Age: 27
Guild rank: 4 star
Weapon: Spiked gauntlets and armor
Ethos (Power): Molten Core (Lava manipulation)
Flaw power is based on: Their brash and destructive nature.
Notes: Likes all their food to be charred.
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Name: Ariel
Name Origin: A moon or Uranus, named after an air spirit!
Pronouns: She/her
Age: 16
Guild rank: 2 star
Weapon: Baton
Ethos (Power): Harmony (Perfect balance on anything)
Flaw power is based on: Her own difficulty maintaining emotional balance under stress
Notes: She's a gymnast! And even though I didn't make the character named "Ariel" a mermaid, you can still see a scale pattern in her leotard!
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Name: Maru
Name Origin: A white dwarf whose name means "Sky." It's orbited by the planet Ahra.
Pronouns: She/her
Age: 18
Guild rank: 3 star
Weapon: Claymore sword
Ethos (Power): Sky walking (She is capable of interacting with air as if it were a tangible object, creating leverage for herself to walk and balance on as if it were solid)
Flaw power is based on: Her somewhat vain tendency to place herself above others
Notes: Complete and utterly confident she's the cooler twin
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Name: Ahra
Name Origin: A exoplanet whose name means "Ocean." It orbits the star Maru.
Pronouns: She/her
Age: 18
Guild rank: 3 star
Weapon: Claymore sword
Ethos (Power): Wave riding (Creation and control of tidal waves to ride on, as if she was surfing them with no board. But she does have to be on them.)
Flaw power is based on: Her arrogance and recklessness
Notes: Completely and utterly convinced she's the cooler twin.
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Name: Pipoltr/Pip
Name Origin: A star named for "a bright and beautiful butterfly."
Pronouns: Whatever really?
Age: 8
Guild rank: 1 star
Weapon: Giant lollipop
Ethos (Power): None yet!
Flaw power is based on: N/A. This doesn't mean they're flawless, but until their power develops they're really just here to go on fun little adventures.
Notes: This child hangs around with sailors all day long. The words they know....
#finn's ocs#finn's art#oc references#FINALLY POSTING THIS SET#there was a bit of a delay bc i wanted to make sure i got the crutches w naos right#i ended up not making just the crutches a weapon but like. with modifications based on a real self defense item i found#but slightly different for both fantasy reasons and also i think its patented lol#his pose is also based on a real self defense w crutches video that my friend sent me (hiiii thank you for that once more btw <3)#so like hes very much in motion here. thats not how he usually stands w the crutches lol he usually like. uses them as crutches lol#the little trigger on them is what releases and returns the blade in them btw#also as for the rest of the group! i think neptune is absolutely the most fitting of his namesake out of all the guildmasters#i mean they all have aspects of it but he's fully embraced it. despite what i said abt him growing into responsibility and all#hes still such a chill nice guy. just in general. it would take a lot to get him angry (and if you did the sea is NOT peaceful!)#and in a lot of ways triton is like how he was when he was younger. responsibilities dont matter he needs to go to the challengers deep NOW#also the reason i picked twin sai to be his weapon is bc i didnt wanna do a trident twice. even tho like thats kind of the typical motif#but sai are like. also a 3 pronged weapon. so i felt it kept the energy. but smaller and 2 of them#omg speaking of weapons i completely accidentally added a trans flag to ariel's baton design lol. but i left it in why not#i had such a hard time w her colors bc i wanted her to be flashy but also to make the leotard mermaid esque#also for it to not be too revealing. like leda (from the lunar flare set) can have an exposing leotard tutu sure but shes an adult#and i wanted to give ariel more of like an 80s home gym workouts vibe. with the legwarmers and scrunchies lol#and the twins!!! i wanted to make them samey but differeny. in a way i havent done w matching outfits before#bc the actual shapes of the clothes are very different but the colors totally match!#plus the twins are fraternal. i feel like thats obvious what w their different hair colors but there are more subtle things#like slightly different eyes. the height and weight differences arent part of that tho bc that can happen to any twins even identical#otrera i also had a lot of fun with. especially the blonde hair in an emo bang with like a pink sporty outfit#the crown logo references her namesake being a queen too!#she really was fun tho bc shes just no nonsense trusts nothing but her gut. and shes meant to be like an MMA type#aitne was also super fun but a bit tricky to make it clear that their eye is half lidded from the burns and not just like a drawing mistake#but i think i made it clear! its important bc their vision is also impaired on that side#and the burns themselves were most likely an accident on their end. remember they're brash and destructive. even to themself!
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Could you do fic for Fernando Alonso with wife reader where she visit him at the paddock with their children? (He's at Aston Martin) Just something fluff and cute. Thanks!!
Well if it isn't the best Alonso! Fernando Alonso x GreekWife! Reader + Kids
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“Well If it isn’t the best Alonso” Lance says as you walk into the paddock. You smile at the younger Canadian and pull him into a hug.
“Oh wait, no no no these are the better Alonso’s he grins as he sees your three angels trailing behind you. You had Fernando Jr, who was currently 10. He had of course taken after his father and your husband had taken him karting on his 4th birthday.
Of course they both came back ecstatic, your husband claiming that your son was a prodigy and took all the talent for racing from him. You were happy as he’d explained to you when you first got pregnant that he would be so happy if your kids turned out to like racing and cars as much as he did.
Then there was your daughter, who was currently looking around the garage trying to find the one person she really wanted to see, her name was Iris, taking from your Greek heritage. She was a bundle of joy especially when she came to the paddock. Even at 7 years old she spoke maturely to all the drivers she interacted with, asking them questions about the cars and their lives.
Iris, despite her name was a total Daddy’s girl and would cry when her dad left for races you couldn’t bring them too, and would be elated when he came home. She was glued to his side all the time when he was there with her, which often made her older brother jealous but also got her into karting.
Fernando couldn’t believe his luck when Iris had practically begged him to take her carting with Fernando Jr. He loved watching them race against each other when her brother wasn’t racing in a competition.
Where Iris drove against her older brother she caught up very quickly being a lot better than the kids her age. She wasn’t only a good driver but she was a quick thinker too, something her brother was still learning. They had some heated, yet childish arguments but it wasn’t anything ice cream couldn’t fix.
3 years after you had Iris, you had another child, another girl who Fernando wanted to call Isabella. Bella was now 4 and was shyer than her older siblings and was a total mummy’s girl. She liked princesses and dolls and liked dressing up with her mum watching.
You loved your first two children obviously, but you would never want to take away from the bond they had with their dad. Of course you had your own special bond with them, and they adored you but they clearly had an affiliation with their father because of their love for karting.
So when Isabella started to show signs of loving your hobby or fashion and shopping you were more than excited. You used her a model for your fashion boutique/line that you owned, you were actually a pretty big name in the fashion industry.
You were know as the up and coming Donnatella.
Isabella loved playing with you, and she enjoyed watching her dad… normally form afar. She didn’t like the loud noises that came from the cars when they went 200mph round the tracks.
Fernando was happy you finally had a mini you that you could dress up in all your outfits and style her hair with cute bows unlike Iris who liked her hair accessory free unless it was a hair tie.
You were currently pregnant with yours and your husbands final children which of course happened to be twins.
As you were both getting older, there were more risks with pregnancy and birthing for you. So you agreed that the two little lives growing inside your right now would be your last.
Everyone loved when Fernandos family came to the paddock. You all would what’s bring the best energy with you. Everyone in Aston Martin waited for you to grace them with your baked good that would put the catering staff in all the paddocks hospitality units to shame.
“Hello Lance, how are you!” You exclaim, as you release him from the hug, Bella tugs at the end of your dress looking up at you. You grin and lift the young girl up. You were about 3 months pregnant right now, so still holding your daughter was no issues
“Mum, can we go look for dad please. We want to see his car” Fernando Jr asks, looking at you with his puppy dog eyes. You look away, trying to find someone trust worthy amount the busy mechanics. You spot one of your favourites calling out to him.
“Sorry to be a pain, I know your busy but would you mind taking these too to the garage to find Nando?” You ask and he nods immediately and both your children thank you with big grins before following the mechanic talking his ear off while they do.
“Sorry Lance, that was so rude of me. How are you?” You ask feeling your daughter rest her head on your shoulder, already tired with all the walking and people.
“No it’s no problem. And I’m good, how are you. Fernando told me you were glowing and he was so right” he grins looking at you and then your small little bump that was showing of from the dress you were wearing.
“Stopppppp thank you Lance, me and Fernando actually had a question for you” you grin.
“Go on, I’m scared now!” He says, eyes widening slightly.
“Well, we want you to be the god father to the twins!” You grin smiling. He stands there in shock, not to sure what to say. This was such a big thing.
“Obviously you can say no, but we thought it was fitting where Felipe is Fernando Jr’s god father because he was born in 2013 when he was racing for Ferrari, and then Jenson is Iris God Father as she was born in 2016. And then Bella was born when he had a break because I was struggling a little so my friends were prioritised for Bella. But now that he’s back racing and he has a teammate like you we were wondering if you’d, you know take us up on the offer”
“Oh my god. Of course I will I can’t believe you guys thought of me” Lance says pulling you into another hug.
“You were the first person he suggested” you say, your accent coming out a little more as your voice cracks, you could curse those pregnancy emotions right now.
“Im going to take a walk to the garage. See if Iris has already escaped to go see Jenson and crash one of his interviews again. I swear he doesn’t care that, that kid threatens his job sometimes” you chuckle remember the time she threw a tantrum when Fernando tried to take her away from an interview he was doing with Carlos Sainz and so they let her sit on his lap for the whole interview.
“Okay, ooo wait. Can I have a brownie please?” He asks rubbing his hands together hoping you have your delicious chocolate creations.
“Oh I almost forgot!” You smile handing him two that he happily took, before wondering to go and find Sebastian Vettel to tell him the amazing news.
You walk through the Aston Martin hospitality handing out your treats to anyone who comes up to you with a pleading look on their face before they taste test and pure foodgasms come every time. Bella had slightly perked up and was now more interested that people were talking to her and complimenting her outfit.
You eventually find Fernando and your two other children are already with him. Iris is sat in the car while one for the mechanics is helping your son hold the heavy wheel gun up to the wheel while admin takes lots of pictures.
“Hello hello” you breeze into the room. Your husband comes over to you lifting you up and twirling you going before pulling you into a bruising kiss.
“I missed you” he mumbles looking over you, a hand rubbing over your stomach almost as if to make sure everything is okay with you and the babies.
“I missed you to mi amor” you say in your husbands language.
“I love you αστέρι μου (my star)” he says in Greek. It was a little thing you guys did, to show appreciation for the other.
“Oh and I missed you too, my little Princess” your husband grins looking at your daughter who was jumping at the ball of her feet to get some attention from her father. He lifts her up and spins her around making a melody of giggles sound through the garage.
“Im glad you all came, mi familia” Fernando sighs opening his arms for all the rest of you to join as he pulls you into the hug from his left arm.
“Anything for you” you say, kissing his cheek. He turns to look at you, placing a soft kiss in your lips.
“So is daddy going to win today? Max has been tough this season!” Your daughter admits, crossing her arms, she was obsessed with watching her dads glory days, and coming in to see a Lewis and Max domination was hard. No matter she always cheered on and supported her dad.
“Im going to try my very hardest” Fernando smiles kissing her forehead and all of your heads snap up as your heart the click of a camera.
“Sorry, but you all look so cute” the social media guy said with an awkward blush.
“Oh please please send that to me. I just know your grandmother with love this. She’s been missing you guys, we haven’t seen her since we went her in Greece in the summer break” you say looking down at the kids.
“Can we go back to both Spain and Greece in the summer holiday! Englands getting boring” Fernando Jr jokes, he was the only one born in Spain, after you guys had Iris in Greece and then you moved to the UK so your husband could be closer to the Aston Martin HQ.
“Yes baby, we’ll time it around dads break and your school break. You guys are lucky it’s half term” you nod a them. As serious as they were about karting you also wanted them to have a decent level of education behind them.
“Yes!” The oldest too cheer, before they spot different people they want to go see that send them running off out the garage.
“I could get used to this” Fernando smiles looking down at his daughter in his arms, and placing his other arm to wrap around your waist.
“You know I won’t be able to travel soon, and it’s gonna put a stain on us” you sniffle those silly emotions coming back.
“I know. But I’ve already got a plan, I’ll be coming home more when I can, and I’ll be free when you give birth if not they are happy for me to have a reserve for that weekend” he reassured you.
“What did I ever do to deserve you” you smile, as he wipes away the tears that had started to come down you face. And kisses your cheeks, before laying his head into the crook of your neck.
“I love you”
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the-raindeer-king · 25 days
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The 141 and having kids with them :) This was fueled by a random thought I had at work, and it was written at like 3am. Pls be kind.
Simon “Ghost” Riley
Due to his personal experiences, I think he probably would be against having kids in the beginning. Like he's seen and been through so much, and I think his main fear would be ending up like his dad. So he always just wrote it off as something he never wanted to experience
UNTIL YOU COME IN 
And at some point, maybe after Johnny starts having kids, Simon sees you interacting with one of the babies. And something about seeing you with a baby on your hip flips a switch in his brain. 
He wants a kid and he wants one now.
Anyway y'all definitely don't stop at just one kid. I like the idea of Simon with 3 kids, all girls of course. He just exudes girl dad energy. 
He's a great dad too btw. Retires from field work after the second girl is born, and absolutely adores them. Encourages them to engage in extracurricular activities. Would coach their sports team if any of them join. Never misses a recital (totally doesn't try to get the other task force members to show up. 🙄 They just happened to be free lmao)
If any of the girls enlisted, he'd probably try to talk them out of it at first. War is brutal, and the idea of any of them going through what he did makes him sick with worry. But he comes around to the idea, and in the end, is so proud of them. 
He's proud of them regardless. All three are firecrackers with big personalities, and he loves them so much. 
John Price
I think, when he was younger, Price wanted kids. Liked the idea of a wife/husband, a house with a yard, and a couple kids. And it just… never happened. Life got in the way, and how could he bring a child into this world, with all the things he's seen? He made his peace with it, and moved on. 
And then he meets YOU. And suddenly he finds himself hoping for these things again. Especially kids. 
Give this man a baby, please! He exudes fatherly energy (in more ways than one ;p) 
After y'all have the first kid, he retires from the military all together. He's paid his dues, and he's got something far more important now: you, and your sweet baby boy :)
I could see Price either only having one, or having a handful of kids. Probably no more than 3 (two boys and a girl) 
A good dad. Maybe gets a little too invested in their sports games, probably ends up as a coach after correcting the old one too many times lmao 
Would be so proud if any of your kids followed in his footsteps. If none of them do, I think he'd be quietly disappointed but proud of them nonetheless. The two of you raised some wonderful kids. 
Kyle “Gaz” Garrick
Probably never really gave it much thought. Like having kids would be cool. Not having them is fine too. Kyle definitely wasn't stressing it, he's got bigger things to worry about.
I mean that is until YOU come along. And now he's thinking about getting married and having babies. 
Definitely talks with you about it in detail. He wants your opinion on it, what method to go about it, if you think you're ready for that. A very lengthy conversation that ends in a mutual agreement. 
I think Kyle wouldn't want more than 2. Like you could convince him, if you want more. But he's fine with a small family. 
2 boys. Twins. Absolutely a handful, and Kyle's there to help when he can. I don't think he'd leave the military until the boys are older, maybe 10/11. But he steps up when he is home, giving you a well deserved break from parenting. 
Loves your boys. Play wrestles with them when they're little, brings them trinkets back from his deployments, takes note of their interests and different personalities. 
Wouldn't mind either way if they enlisted or not. Kyle would be proud of them regardless. You've raised two fine boys, what's not to be proud of?
Johnny “Soap” MacTavish 
Oh, Johnny boy here wants a big family. He's dead set on having kids. It absolutely is a deal breaker for him. His partner has to want kids too.
So when he meets you. And you want kids too, he's over the moon. 
If you've got a uterus, the first kid definitely happens unintentionally. Y'all weren't actively trying, Johnny just can't keep it in his pants lmao. 
If not, then it's all planned out and everything goes smoothly, whether that's surrogate or adoption. 
Like I said, BIG family. I'm talking like 5 kids at the least. You cannot talk him out of it.
Also gives big girl dad energy. Probably ends up with 4 girls and 1 boy. And he's fine with it! Loves getting his nails painted and throwing tea parties, just as much as he loves playing soccer and wrestling 
Like Kyle, Johnny doesn't immediately retire. Sometime after the girl 4 and the baby boy, he'd retire from field work. But he's always facetiming with the kids and bringing them stuff back. Being dad doesn't stop just because he's halfway across the world. 
Would be so proud if any of them enlisted. Would probably cry unashamed. But he's equally as proud of them if they don't. 
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zeijia · 8 months
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꙳ ⪩⪨. ˃ᗜ˂. HAPPY BIRTHDAY ᵎᵎ
featuring. BACHIRA MEGURU (≧ω≦)
info; you're Isagi Yoichi's younger sister, who's also Bachira Meguru's fuck buddy. Today was Meguru's birthday.
wc; 2.5k !!
cw. afab!reader, doggy style, praise, degration, belly bulge, size kink (if u squint), hair pulling, penetration, vaginal penetration, no protection
note; this was meant to be posted on meguru's birthday, but I got a lil late, teehee TT
ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+
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You're Isagi Yoichi's sister, his replica. Many older people thought you two were twins, radiating the same energy, and looking alike. Today was one of his best friends' birthdays. And ofcourse, as the good little sister you are, you couldn't miss it! Yoichi's friends were your friends, too. There was no way you'd let yourself not accompany your brother whenever they host parties for each other.
But today was rather different. It was his best, best (self-proclaimed) best friend's birthday, Bachira Meguru's birthday. Honestly, you were scared to attend his birthday. Why was that?
Well, despite the fact he's your fuck buddy, you never know what he's got up his sleeve or what new idea came up to his mind with the accusation that his “monster” thought of it, and not him. Bachira and you had been going at it for a few months now, and your brother never suspected a thing. After all, if you two were to ever get in a relationship, it might affect their soccer career. If you two were ever to date, who knows just what could happen next, right? A break up could affect how they see and treat each other on the field, and you know damn well that if you two were to date and break up afterwards, it would also change how Yoichi views his best friend and soccer partner.
You knew how much a simple mistake could affect their whole career and friendship, which was why you both ended up going to this simple, yet effective, relationship status. Fuck buddies. You and Bachira both acknowledged that there would absolutely be no catching of feelings. You both would do the deed with no romantic feelings, whatsoever. But, unbeknownst to Bachira, you broke that agreement of yours. You were, infact, catching feelings for him.
However, you could never bring that fact up to him, you could never confess that you love him. You signed up for just fuck buddies, nothing more than that, yet here you are falling for him. But how could you not? He was just the sweetest. Calling you all those lovey-dovey endearments during sex, praising you so well, being gentle with you after doing it, and giving you lots of intimate aftercare. It was like he was your boyfriend. Alas, you had to tell yourself that all of his actions meant nothing. It had no romantic feelings or any of the delusional thoughts you kept to yourself. 
So here you are, getting all dolled up in your mirror, fixing your hair and makeup whilst taking a look at your outfit for today. You didn't know why, but somehow, you added extra effort on your makeup and hair today. Thoughts crossed your heads on what could happen today, but you decided to play it cool yet there was still a part of you overthinking things through.
A knock from behind your door suddenly interrupted you and your thoughts, “Sis, are you done already? We're gonna be late, y'know? We only have like .. 30 minutes left, we might miss the bus.” Yoichi, your dear older brother, scolded you from outside your door. You slowly then made your way, opened the door, and left your room, facing your brother. “Sorry.. my eyeliner got messy, I had to redo it.” you explained. Lie. That was a lie. You were just in your room, overthinking things and how this day would progress. “Let's get going then, shall we? We don't wanna be late for Bachira's birthday, he's expecting.” Yoichi smiled, as he led the way downstairs.
You bid your farewells to your mother and father, and left the house. Yoichi and you were quick to board the train to Bachira's place, and you swear your mind was racing with thoughts. A million what ifs were present in your head, and thank God Yoichi was there to snap you out of it.
Yoichi disturbed you from your thoughts, and snapped you back into reality as he placed his hand on your hand. “Are you okay, Y/N? You seem anxious.” he questioned, in which you meekly responded with a smile. “I'm okay, Yoichi-nii.”
A few minutes had passed, and you and Yoichi had arrived at Bachira's place. Before stepping in, you took a deep breath, preparing yourself, and soonly entered the house. An instant later, his mother was quick to welcome the both of you. “Ah! It's the siblings, welcome, welcome. They're in the kitchen, baking. Join them! It will be fun.” Bachira's mother welcomed both of you warmly with a hug. “Hello, aunty. It's nice to see you,” Yoichi said, before you followed after with a nod. “I'm sure Meguru's waiting for you two. Go on, I'll be in the living room, cleaning.” she chimed, and not long, you two were making your way into the kitchen. Once you made it, you were both greeted with beaming smiles from close friends. 
It was the usual guys who were here, and it was.. well, really messy in the kitchen. “Hey Nagi-! You aren't supposed to do that!” Chigiri hissed at Nagi, which Reo chuckled at as he placed the cake inside the oven. “Ah- how do you..?” Bachira seemed troubled as Kunigami noticed both of you enter. “Look who's late.” Kunigami jokes, as they turn their heads to look at both of you and your brother. “Isagi…! My life saver.. can you do this? this is such a hassle..” Nagi groaned, he was quick to call Yoichi over. Chigiri gave you a wave, and you felt Bachira's gaze on you. It made you.. tense up. You didn't know why, but it somehow gave you an anxious feeling.
“Y/N, care to help the birthday boy over there? He's been making a mess with the icing.” Chigiri requested and you complied, heading over to Bachira's station, standing right next to him as you noticed the mess on his apron and hands. 
“You're making a mess, Meguru.” you chuckled, and grabbed the piping bag from his hand. “Sorry, sorry, I was having a little too much fun.” he cackled, and you sighed in response, continuing to put icing on the cake. This made you wonder, why didn't Reo just buy cake for Bachira? He was rich and all… but aside from that, you couldn't help but observe Bachira. He was wearing those regular plain house clothes, black tshirt, and just some regular shorts. But somehow that made him .. much more attractive. He took his apron off that was covered in icing, and placed it somewhere on the table.
“Why didn't you guys just buy cake?” you asked, curiosity lingering in your head as you tried to sway the thoughts of how attractive he was being right now. “I thought this would be a fun way to spend time with you guys.” Bachira answered. Oh, so this is what this whole baking thing was for. To be honest, it was rather a hassle, you had no experience in baking, and you were just randomly following along the lines of icing Bachira had made. As you remained silent, you felt his gaze gawk at you, he was so close, and you felt anxious, It gave you chills. You wondered, what could he be thinking?
“Hey Bachira, where's the piping bag?” Chigiri interrupted, causing the silence and his gaze to avert away from you. “Oh.. but Y/N's using it.. right, I left it in my room.” Bachira smiled, still silly as always. “Then go grab it! Don't give me a smile!” Chigiri barked at him, it was one of those playful fights. “Alright!” Bachira hummed, and prior to that, he disturbed you from your focus on applying icing on the cake, and asked you to tag along with him. 
You agreed to come along, although it does make you wonder, why does he need you to come with him if he knows the way already? You two were walking past the halls, and made your way to his bedroom.
“Do you have an ulterior motive, Meguru?” you inquired, and you heard him lock the door. “Sharp as always.” he hummed, making his way closer to you, he was right behind you, and he hugged you by the waist, resting his head on your shoulder. Bachira was tall, he easily towered against you. “You look gorgeous today, is it all for me?” he grinned, his voice laced with malice, and you knew where this was heading. “Aw, giving me the silent treatment? Ya know I don't like that.” he continued to press himself onto you, hugging you tighter. His voice was playful and a mix of something dark with it, lust. “Come ooooonnn.. give me an answer, baby.” he hummed, he was starting to grow impatient, as you turned your head to the side, unsure of what to say. 
“We don't have much time, so let's make this quick, yeah?” he added, and you felt his hand slowly making way under your skirt. “Meguru.” you stopped him, you were unsure if you wanted to do this, not in such a risky time and place, but you know to yourself that you'll just eventually succumb into his touch. He just gave you a chuckle, as his fingers found your panties, giving your clit a few rubs from your clothed cunt. His other hand slowly started to rise, placing itself on your boob. His hand giving light squeezes and massaging it, in tandem with his fingers on your folds.
A few mewls came out of your mouth, as you tried to stop yourself from being too loud or making any noise. It was risky to do it at this place, especially with the fact your brother and friends were there. They could barge in at any time and question what you two were doing, but those thoughts never stopped you from mewling under his fingers, he was still rubbing onto your panties, and you felt yourself getting soaking wet.
“Alright, let's be quick, bend over.” he demanded, his voice stern, it was as if he owned you (he does own you), and it was so… so hot? You quickly did what he demanded, bending over, your head pressing onto the nearby desk and holding onto the edges of the desk for support. This sight was one of the best for Meguru, having your ass up and face down, all soaking wet for him, too. It made him hard as fuck. “be.. be gentle, meguru..” you murmured and shifted your head to take a glance at him. A cheeky scoff left his lips as you saw him pull down his shorts, and his boxers in a swift motion, revealing his hardened length to you. 
“don't worry, love, I'll be gentle.” he assured you, and a smile filled with mischief followed that. You couldn't tell if he was being for real or not, especially with that smile he gave you.
You repositioned your head back, facing the empty wall and gulped down the lump on your throat, preparing for whatever Bachira had in store for you. You felt his dick slap against your soaking pussy, and a few thrusts just outside your hole, making you grow impatient. “hurry up.. megu- ah!” you tried to tell him, and you were quickly stopped when he inserted his whole length inside you, completely bottoming out, earning a whine from your lips. “so impatient,” he commented, slowly thrusting in and out of your cunt, and a few groans and grunts coming out of him. “so tight, too.” he murmured, and you could basically see that shitty grin on his face just with the tone of his voice.
After a few slow and shallow thrusts, he picked up his pace, and started thrusting harder and faster in you, causing you to roll your eyes back to your skull, and sinful moans escape your lips. Bachira truly never failed to make you feel good. He always had, you loved it whenever his dick would pound on you from behind, his fat cock would also create a bulge on your tummy, just to show how big he was. His hand made its way to your stomach, pressing down on the bulge his dick created. “see that? so naughty, you're taking me in so well.” he muttered out between his groans and grunts, while he slightly leaned over, his other hand traveling on your back and heading towards your head from behind, pressing your face on the desk, his hand had a grip on your skull, and he leaned in, whispering in your ear. “you like that? yeah? you like being dominated? such a dirty girl..” he mumbled, his husky voice ringing in your ear, and you let out another pornographic moan. Tears were starting to swell up in your eyes, you were thankful enough that you decided to put on waterproof makeup for today. “I'll take that as a yes.. your pussy's gripping me so tight-!” he grunted, before raising himself back again, and grabbing you by the hair, pulling you closer towards him and raising you as he continued to pound on your cunt. “your such a fucking slut.” he scoffed, his arm wrapping around your waist for support, to stop you from falling. His hand traveled down you, finding your abused clit from earlier and started toying on it again, sending you twice the pleasure.
You were fucked out at this point, no matter how many times you and Bachira did it, you would always be dumbed out by his fat cock. Your poor pussy always bullied by his cock. You couldn't even utter out a word to defend yourself, all that left your lips were blabbered nonsense, moans and mewls. “there there, I know your a whore, my whore.” he coos, and you felt yourself tighten around his shaft, the mix of his sweet words and those degrading endearments made you tight, you felt a knot on your stomach, you were about to cum, all because of this stupid guy. “boutta cum now, are ya? go on, milk my cock.” he encouraged you, his voice had a manipulative ring in it, everything that left that mouth of his had you weak on the knees, and you did just what he said.
You came on his cock. Your knees trembled, your shoulders tensed up, and a loud, long, moan of his name came out of your lips. Your face fucked out, as he came in just right after yours, painting your walls white. 
A sticky 'pop!' sound was heard once he pulled out, your pussy oozing with his cum. “you did well, princess.” he praised you, with a kiss on the cheek. “let's get you cleaned up and go back, okay? Wouldn't want them suspecting anything now.” he smirked. Those words. Those exact words. You hated them, yet, loved them. He would always be so kind after sex, calling you all these lovey-dovey shits couples call eachother. He was giving you mixed signals. You dont know how long you'll last with him being like this, but you don't want it to end either. Which is why, you'll keep your mouth shut, for now.
You two were quick to clean up the mess you and he made, and grabbed the piping bag from the drawers and hurriedly returned back to the kitchen. “Chigiri, here ya go!” Bachira sang, handing Chigiri the piping bag. “what took you two so long?” he queried, raising an eyebrow of suspicion against you two. “The piping bag was missing.” you brushed off, an awkward laugh following after, and Bachira nodded in agreement. Somehow, you both managed to convince Chigiri, and just went back on the usual work.
what they didn't know was he had you all fucked, and his cum stuffed up in your cute pussy.
© zeijias. do not copy/steal, translate, modify my work.
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Imagine being Helaena Targaryen (show version)
You are raised mostly by governesses and maids and sometimes your mother comes spent time with you and sits by your side. You don't get her, she stresses you and her presence makes you feel uncomfortable. It's not her fault that you feel like that, but she always has that energy around her that makes you feel on edge. So you back away when she tries to touch you, afraid she may pass that energy on to you.
You like bugs and insects, your mother says it's not proper so she forces you to leave them behind and focus on prayer and sewing. You hate it.
You have three brothers, but you aren't particularly close to them. Your older brother is bad, he too makes you uncomfortable, but he doesn't like you either so you stay away from each other. Your younger brother is obsessed with dragons, so much so that he tries to bond with your own dragon and take her from you. You know his obsession will only bring bad things. Your youngest brother is away, he has been away forever, by now you only know his name. You have an elder sister, she is the heir, you are happy for her, but you never talk her. The one time you tried your mother yelled at you, it hurt your ears, your head. So you don't try anymore, but sometimes she smiles at you.
You have two nephews, Rhaenyra's sons, they are just a little bit younger than you and they are kind. Your older brother often plays with them and uses them as weapons against your younger brother. It won't end well, Aemond is not the forgiving type nor the reflective type.
Your mother is mean, she is in pain so she wants everyone to be in pain too, it makes you sad. Your sister leaves the Red Keep and it somehow becomes a colder place.
Your aunt dies away in Essos so you and your family go to Driftmark for the funeral. The uncle you don't remember laughs at the eulogy for his wife. It wasn't really for his wife, it was for your nephews and your sister. You know high valyrian, you learned some from the maesters and most from your father. Your brothers aren't very good at it so they don't catch it.
When night falls everything changes. As you predicted, the obsession your brother had with dragons leads to nowhere good. He went to claim the dragon of your dead aunt without permission, he got into a fight with your nephews and cousins, his eye is gone.
He called your nephews bastards and even without an eye he laughs at the memory. You know that the word is bad and that your mother keeps saying it over and over again. You don't understand, Ser Laenor says they are his sons, so why does she insist they aren't? It's stupid and you want to say how stupid it is, but you won't because your mother will yell at you of slap you as she does Aegon. Your older brother says everyone can see it, but it's not true because you can't. It stresses you.
Your mother grabbs a dagger and charges to kill your nephew, everyone screams and you cover your ears. It feels as if they are bleeding. Rhaenyra stops your mother and ultimately nothing happens.
Your grandfather is Hand again. It's bad, you can tell by Lord Beesbury's face. And you know is bad, because he wants you to marry Aegon. Your father falls ill, he barely moves from the bed. There are whispers that say your uncle may kill your grandfather if he returns to the Keep. You pray for him to do so, but he doesn't.
Rhaenyra marries your uncle far away in Dragonstone and you are happy for them, you want to write to them and congratulate them. Your mother yells at you when she sees your letter and burns it. You want to scratch her eyes, but you don't because she will yell and hit you.
When you first bleed your mother marries you to your older brother. You are thirteen and in that same year you fall pregnant with twins. You want to write to Rhaenyra and ask her what to do. You ask your mother and she only says things about duty and sacrifice. You think you are dutiful enough and that you have sacrificed enough. Your mother doesn't, your grandfather doesn't.
You have two children and you love them, but you can handle them. They are too loud, so loud. But you love them, or so you think. Because if you don't you should throw yourself out off the window. Why don't you?
Your sister returns to the Keep with her children and husband. Your mother yells, she hates them. She yells so much you are surprised you can still hear anything. It doesn't hurt any less than it did before. Your uncle kills a man in the throne room, you cover your ears because the noise is unbearable. But it's not worse than anything else you have gone through.
There is a last dinner, your father is coherent and your mother makes an odd toast. Aemond mades a stupid one and it ends up in a fight that ruins the good day. The night ends like that, but at least you danced with someone kind. You wish you would be married to him instead.
In the following days your father dies, your mother commits treason and you do nothing. You think about going to Rhaenyra, to tell her, but it feels useless and your mother never allows you to go anywhere alone, it's been ages since you last visited Dreamfyre. There is a dragon in front of you, but it doesn't burn you, any of you. Disappointing.
Is there any reason you still live?
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~I Want to Break Free - Part 2~
Velvet and Veneer + Younger Sibling!Reader
Part 1 here!
Fandom: Trolls 3: Band Together
Relationship: Familial
Synopsis: Velvet, Veneer and the trolls save you from Lemon Pop.
Warnings: Abusive and manipulative behavior(Lemon Pop), Reader being tortured, blood and a broken nose(Reader), Velvet swearing.
Story Requested By: @sweetheartturtle2007
Tags: @sweetheartturtle2007 @reizuuuu @dark-stars-and-the-moons-melody
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You didn’t have any energy left to scream as your musical talent was painfully sucked out of your body once again. You were honestly surprised that you had any talent left to give. Your arms and legs were almost completely translucent, and your hair was more white than it was your natural color.
You flopped into the floor with a loud thud, making you groan. “Haven’t you had enough? This is the seventh time you’ve done this just today.” You asked Lemon Pop, your face being squished by the floor, muffling your speech slightly.
Lemon Pop laughed. “Aw, are you tired? Well, too bad. It’s a busy day, and the people want me to sing!”
“I’m sure they’d also like you to be honest.” You mumbled, but Lemon heard.
She stomped over to you, and grabbed your face harshly, forcing you to look at her. “Hey, at least I’m putting your talent to good use instead of posting stupid covers on the internet.” She mocked you. She let go of your face, making it fall to the ground, and bang your nose on the floor. You yelped in pain.
Lemon quickly checked herself in the mirror, before opening the door to leave. “You should probably put a bandaid on that or something.” She said, then left the room, slamming the door behind her.
You got up, with some struggle. You were so weak, you had to grab the wall for support. After looking at yourself in the mirror, you saw what Lemon Pop was talking about. Your nose was bleeding, a result from what happened just moments before. It looked pretty busted too, probably broken.
You grabbed some tissues from the vanity, and held them on your nose. You thought back to how this all happened. You would’ve never guessed Lemon Pop’s true intentions when you first met her. She was so kind. But despite this, you still called yourself stupid for falling for her tricks. You missed your freedom, and you missed your family and friends. Lemon truly proved how messed up she was by forbidding you from seeing them.
All the memories from before this mess flooded your brain, and you wished you could have your old life back. Then the reality sank in that in the next few days, you’d probably be dead. Lemon was using more and more of your talent each day, and there wasn’t much left. This broke you, and you crumbled to the ground and cried.
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Veneer accelerated the speed of his car, following the lights of what were obviously coming from Lemon Pop’s concert. The sky above it glowed of yellow, matching the yellow traffic light that Veneer sped past.
“Drive faster, Veneer!” Velvet pestered.
“I can’t! Any faster, and we’d crash! I’m surprised that we haven’t even been pulled over yet!”
Before they could argue anymore, Rosetta interrupted. “We’re almost there! I can hear Lemon singing!”
The twins became quiet to listen. They could hear her as well, and they hated how good she sounded. That was your talent. And she was using it for her own benefit. They new it made then hypocrites to be mad, but at least now they finally understood how Brozone felt.
Veneer pulled into the parking lot, not even bothering to find a proper spot. Everyone hopped out of the car, and started booking it to the concert. Only a few seconds after beginning to run, Velvet and Veneer heard tiny voices from a distance behind them.
“Hey! Wait up!” Branch complained. Velvet rolled her eyes, and she and Veneer walked back to the trolls. They scooped them up, each twin taking half, and resumed the rescue.
Mount Rageons were jumping and screaming. Velvet and Veneer could barely see Lemon Pop at all.
“Ugh! How are we gonna get to her?” Velvet growled. She barely heard herself over all the screaming.
“I have an idea!” Poppy exclaimed. “Velvet, Veneer and the bros, you focus on finding (name). Rosetta, Viva and I will get to Lemon Pop!” She said. Once everyone agreed, the three troll ladies stretched out their hair, and swung upwards to the ceiling. Then, the rest of them went to find a door to backstage.
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After Veneer created a distraction by making his car alarm go off, the guards were gone. The twins and Brozone made it inside, and began searching for you.
“Where do you think (name) is? This place is huge!” Asked Bruce.
“Well, when we had Floyd trapped,” Veneer started. Floyd huffed, annoyed by how causally he said it. “we kept him in our dressing room.”
“Ok, then let’s check there. And please, be quiet.” Branch reminded for the hundredth time.
They made it to the dressing room in little time, and were alarmed when they heard sobbing coming from inside. Velvet and Veneer rushed to the door, and flung it open.
You gasped, startled. Once you and your siblings locked eyes, your crying stopped. “Velvet, Veneer? Why are you here?”
“What does it look like, idiot? We’re here to save you!” Velvet said. She and Veneer rushed over to you, enveloping you in a bone-crushing hug. Brozone stepped aside, so you guys could have your moment. You were so happy to see them, and started crying again. The twins pulled away, taking a good look at you to make sure you weren’t hurt.
“Oh my gosh, what happened to your nose?! It looks broken!” Veneer asked, holding your face to examine it.
“Oh, that was an accident. I’m fine. I just wanna go home.” You said through tears. The twins looked at you, and gave you a reassuring nod. Suddenly, you heard what sounded like an angry mob coming from the location of the concert.
“What’s going on?” You asked.
“Our friends are handling Lemon Pop, so I’m guessing they broke the news. Let’s go see!” John Dory spoke up. Velvet and Veneer helped you up from your spot on the floor, and you all made your way to where the stage was.
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“Are you guys really believing a few trolls over me? They’re clearly lying!” Lemon Pop shouted in anger. Her ugly side was coming out, which was not helping her attempt to prove her “innocence”.
You and everyone else had made it to the stage. You, Velvet and Veneer hopped on, causing the audience to erupt in gasps.
“I’m gonna fucking kill you!” Velvet shouted, nearly launching herself at Lemon. But you stopped her.
“The trolls are telling the truth. My name is (name), and Lemon Pop’s been stealing my talent.” To prove yourself, you rolled up your long sleeves, showing the audience your translucent arms. Another wave of gasps flooded the room.
“She did the same to me too!” Rosetta chimed in. Now the audience was angry, shouting at the pop star they paid to see. Lemon Pop was backed into a corner, with no way out. At that point, the guards had decided to take action, and made their way to her with a pair of handcuffs.
You and your siblings smiled at each other in victory.
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(A Few Weeks Later…)
Your road to recovery has been nothing but successful. Your hair color was coming back, which you were very pleased about. You didn’t want to live the rest of your life looking like an old person. Your arms and legs were also not so translucent anymore. It’s gone down to your hands and feet.
Lemon Pop was serving her time in prison, which would be a few years. This made you feel relieved, to say the least.
“Hey kid! How’re you doing?” Veneer said, entering your room with Velvet.
“I’m good!” You said.
“Great! Look at that, your nose looks much better now!”
He was right. Your nose was almost fully recovered. You’d be taking off the bandage in a couple of days.
“So, what’re you doing?” Velvet asked.
“Oh, just working on a new song.” You said. Since being saved, you decided to become a singer. You’ve released a few songs already, and they’ve done really well. You already have a ton of fans, who’ve supported you after the whole incident. You’ve completely replaced Lemon Pop, and both you and your siblings are proud of that.
“Cool. Can we hear it?” Velvet asked. Veneer nodded, agreeing with her question.
“Sure!”
You’re forever grateful for your siblings and for the trolls. Because of them, you’re not dead, and you’re able to start a career. You’re using your own given talent to be successful, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Heyyy, would you possibly be able to do a Noah Sebastian story that is like a brothers best friend dynamic? I live eat and breathe this stuff lol
I WANNA FEEL LOVE AGAIN
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Couple: Noah Sebastian x Fem!Reader
Content Warning: slight mention of sexual intercorse. Nothing too deep, I'm saving it for next Chapters
Summary:  you're a real mess, your life is turning into a living hell, so your brother Matt convinces you to move in with him in LA and start working for the band he's taking care of
A/N: I dont wanna spoil to much in here, because... Well, you' ll see. English is not my native language and no one peer review this ff. It's gonna be a world of fun, I already know it!
Important! I don't know Noah or Matt or any of the real people portrayed un this story. This is fictional!
Enjoy then 😏
Ouch, I've lost myself again
You've always been around, unseen. Having a brother like Matt could be a blessing and a nightmare in equal parts. You were feeded with stories about gigs and musicians while grow up with your older brother, who is dear to you in a way that actually you cant explain. Matt as always been your twin flame even if you are younger than him. You grew up looking at him with a lot of respect and it broke your heart when he left Texas, moving to California. At the time you werent ready for the big change and your brother's friend were still a bit mysterious to you.
You were used to spend as much time as possible in his company, but with this fresh start for him, you just fell into the ordinary. Nothing against your life, by the way; your parents always supporting, best friends ready to drive you to the closer pub and deliver the best night possible, a lovely boyfriend who adored you in any meaning.
You loved the shit out of Shawn. He was your person, the one always there when you were in need. Your high school sweetheart. Maybe he wasnt your first kiss or your first fuck but he was the one who made you feel like it was worthy, living for someone else. The one who pushed you to improve yourself for your own sake, that helped you in finding a job for the local tattoo shop as a piercer when the school was over.
You did everything in your power to be the best girlfriend possible. You decoreted your shared flat in the warmest way possible. You turned down a good scholarship for that college in Montana, pissing your parents and brother for this lost opportunity. You gave up to your dream to be a writer because he had to stay in Texas and take care of his mom. You helped him through the loss, when she die.
But it wasn't enough.
You loved the shit out of Shawn and he loved you in return, but it wasn't enough.
Your relationship suffered a slow, agonizing death with multiple attempt of reanimation. Vacations togheter, a bigger flat, a cat.
Nothing compensate the distance between the two of you and he was the one brave enough to call it for a quit. You knew was gonna happen but it didn't hurt you less. Moving back to your parents, while quitting your job just to avoid to meet him everyday, took you to the bottom. Then the shutdown decided to kick you while you were already down, spending days in bed just listen music or watching anime whitout any chance to go out with your friends or for just a walk.
Everyone was really worried about you. You lose weight and that energy that always marked you.
And you stayed there, drowing in your own misery until Matt decided that enough was enough.
《 Pack your shit, you're moving in with me to LA. You're done making mom and pops that upset.》
The end of fall 2021 signed your rebirth. Matt found a bigger apartment for the two of you and Lucifurr, your vicious black cat which has an obsession in chewing cables and destroy everything paper made. You have always want to leave nearby the ocean and Malibu had a ton of opportunities to offer you. You started a yoga class the same week you moved, in order to make some new friends. Accoding to Matt, there are a lot of things to do around the band he is working with, Bad Omens.
You offer yourself as a merchgirl, but since you're a good writer an even better in tolerate people bullshit (you have to be karmatic, all the teens who came to get a piercing to the shop have always made a scene in front of needles), you could be perfect as a PR/assistant for the band. You remember them barely because someway somehow, these are the guys who steal all the time Matt has. Time that you never get.
You remember this four guys with long hair, basic metalheads, except for the drummer. You remember when you gave him the nostril after a show in 2015, maybe 16, and he took it like a champ whitout complaining. You remember the singer, this slenderman type of guy with beautiful long hair that looks like silk. You've never felt more envy of someone else hair like that. And also the other three guys were nice, especially Vincent. The only one who you can connect to a familiar face because you two got a nice conversation on tattoos when you visited Matt, three years ago.
They are nice.
You've heard stories about them at every phone call.
But still, thieves of precious moments that you want have again in your life again between you and your brother.
All the missing birthday, all the call postponed due to technical issues. He wasn't there to pick up your pieces when Shawn get a rid of you.
And Matt wasn't supposed to, but being selfish, you wish he was there.
But he is now and this is enough to bring the light back to your life. The long talks after dinner, movie nights, everything is back to the normal between you two since you moved and it's restoring.
With this wave of good mood, even if you havent forgotten Shawn yet, you enroll to gym, so you can work out after yoga.
And is in this specific place that you meet Eric.
The first time you caught him lurking at you you were running on the thremill.
There is something familiar in him but still, you dont know anyone in LA. You were the one who actually landed the first conctact with this new alien subject, so introvert to avoid your eyes.
《 Today is hot as hell, right?》
Talking about the weather is the easiest card to play. He smiled a bit shily to you before answering. 《 Don't tell me, I hate how hot is in here. Are you new? I've never seen you around》
《 I just moved in with my brother, actually. 》
《 You're a southie for sure. I like your accent.》
You giggle at his words, while he gets some confidence, passing a hand through this short hair. 《 you got me. You don't sound californian as well》.
《 Maybe because I'm not》. There was a moment in which he seemed to be doubtful, like he changed his mind and he didn't want actually to talk with you. He looked at you with a weird expression, like he realised something was off. 《 What's your name?》, he asked then, almost suspicious.
And then you lied. You rarely give your real name to strangers. A self defence mechanism for girls. 《 Vanessa. You?》
He looked more relaxed, 《 Eric.》
《 Nice to meet you Eric... Do you know a nice bar around? 》
《 Maybe I know a place 》 he reflected, smiling a bit malicious. He was definitely flirting. 《 Can offer you a beer or something? Just to welcome you in town.》
You are not ready for a new story yet, but after almost a year after you broke up with Shawn, you needed at least some human conctact. Eric was nice with you since the beginning. He invited you to this dive bar after the gym a couple of times, not far from your place. He paid for you a couple of cocktails while having a real nice Conversation. A superficial one, about the tattoos that covered him. About living in LA. You mentioned your brother a couple of times and he talked about his roomates and all the crazy things they have done during the pandemic.
He told you he is a Producer and you told him you're still unemployed.
One way or another, he got closer to you in a matter of days. And when he kissed you, you obliged and kiss him back. One thing leaded to another and the two of you ended fucking in the back of his SUV. And oh boy... you needed it so much. It was a quickie, but he seemed to be promising. His long fingers stimulated you untill you cried out for pleasure. His mounth divoured you inch by inch. And his cock....
He knew how to use it, let's say that.
After, he gave you his number and the two of you planned to see each other by the end of the week, at the gym, after your yoga class and his class of jujitsu....
The morning after you're fresh and relaxed like you weren't in months. Matt tends to be overprotective so you didn't told him about Eric while you were having breakfast. You need to know this guys deeply before accept that you know have a situationship. And your brother doesn't need to know about you screacting you itchies.
He has a hot temper when someone looks at his dear little sis.
After breakfast you got ready to meet the band again after almost three years.
《 I can't believe Vincent quitted. He was the nicest.》
Matt sighs while driving to the guys' house, mentally focused on the traffic. 《 youll see him when we'll be in Virginia, don't worry. 》
Your eyes slip on streets and houses, wards and parks but you still feel like You're in a new country. You don't know how much it will take to get used to California.
《 here we are》 , Matt says, parking. 《 let's refresh the rules.》
《 Oh c'mon, I'm not twelve anymore》
《 y/n 》
《 alright! I don't have to embarrass you while you're free to be mean on me. I don't have to embarrass myself talking shit just because I'm nervous and if the music sucks, I can't tell your precious Noah.》
《 You can do better but, more or less, that's it. Lets go. I need another coffe and maybe something sweet before start to film the music video. 》
It's so weird filming inside a house and not in a proper set but all this low budget bullshit are quite the normal for small bands, you think.
You have to be their assistant and eventually a PR- so Matt can stop to bitching on twitter all the time- and you know nothing about bands.
According to Matt, you're going to learn quick.
According to Matt. You know that he picked you up for the job so he can force you to write what he wants.
And continuing to bitch around through you.
The guitar player greets you at the door and introduces himself again as Jolly. The rest of the guys minus Noah are in the garage. It's marvelous how Orie, one of the guys who lives here, a director, reorganize the space with tubes and flashlight.
《 What's the name of the song, again? 》 you ask to Nick Folio, whos already youre favorite.
《 Artifical Suicide》 it's the answer, while he takes his place back behind the drums.
《So emo》 it's your honest observation that makes him laught. Matt looks at you in a way that if he could, you would be incinerated where you're standing. You're already embarrassing him.
Nice.
You regret nothing.
It's a lil sister job to make her brother in troubles, that's what pops always says.
Mike brings you a coffe that you accept with a smile, than tells everyone the news about the singer that is still not here.
A diva, of course. That's your first thought. Every singer is a natural diva.
《 He is still looking for the glove.》
《 He would lost his head if it wasn't attacked to his neck》 , a solid comment arrives from Ruffilo, immediatly followed by an annoyed reply from behind you.
《 I can ear you motherfucker. You are- what the fuck?》
You turn in time to face the famous singer and almost choke with the coffe.
《 Yo Noah, do you remember my sister, y/n?》
You see Noah turning pale for a second while trying to say something in return.
You're also speechless for a second, before putting your shit togheter so Matt wont finds out in the first five minutes. 《 Howdy! You... you cut your hair. Nice. I didn't know》
You didn't.
That's why was so easy for Noah to be Eric for almost a week. For a hook up with you. His best friend sister.
....Splendid.
You're fucked.
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ozzgin · 6 months
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I love the idea of Papa Pickle and his mate with a little one! What if the little cave child wanted to spar with the fighters and tries instigating fights with each of them?
Their reactions?
I know you requested headcanons of the fighters meeting the baby first, I figured it’d be a nice intro to this one. I recall writing something birth related, but upon further inspection it was mostly focused on the reader and not the baby (twins). This will be written for an infant as singularity, but the twin AU partisans can double that.
Baki Headcanons: Meeting Pickle & Prehistoric! Reader’s baby; sparring with the Prehistoric! Child
Featuring the fighters and their reaction to the newborn, as well as a time skip of the now grown Jurassic child showing interest in training.
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You’d think Baki is the most excited given his attachment to the Jurassic mom and vice versa. And to his credit, he is dutifully standing there with a wide, nervous grin, ready to welcome the little creature. He’s the first one after the parents to be allowed to hold the infant, although he’s a trembling mess and requires a nurse encircling him with her arms, constantly reassuring him. “You can’t just drop a newborn, Baki. It doesn’t work like that. You’ve…you’ve carried heavier. I promise.”
Against everyone’s expectations, Katsumi is the one that seems to mesh right in with the news. He comes from a healthy, loving family and the event is nothing new nor surprising to him. He doesn’t need any advice and casually scoops the infant up with his arm, using his large hand as a head rest. Pickle is surprised by this confidence and cautiously approaches him, observing his technique and taking mental notes. Baki chuckles at the unanticipated sight.
Retsu is the next in line to be introduced. After listening to a short briefing on the proper and safe ways to hold a baby, he breathes in and solemnly receives the child. He allows it to rest against his broad chest and supports the back with both hands. A laugh escapes your mouth as you observe the extremely concentrated frown of the Kenpo master. He’s a little embarrassed and a blush spreads lightly to his ears. “O-one cannot be too cautious when handling such fragile beings. I do not see anything worth of amusement.”
Jack prefers to keep his distance and politely refuses the invitation to also hold the infant. He is grateful to be part of it, but he doesn’t trust himself around delicate things. Perhaps when the child grows sturdier he will approach it with more confidence. Until then he doesn’t mind watching passively. There are other ways to contribute.
The way I see it, growing up among modern humans kind of guarantees that the child will be able to speak proper language. And in the few years that have passed I’m hoping that reader and Pickle have also picked up some basic communication skills. So there might even be some rudimentary dialogue coming from the parents! I wonder how Pickle’s voice would sound like.
The kid’s favorite sparring partner is most likely Katsumi. Within his family Katsumi has always been the younger sibling, but in the Dojo he is the authority figure most people look up to. From the moment your child showed the intent to train, the Karate prodigy promptly responded with tips and playful fights. He’s been teaching for years and knows how to assess the capacities of his opponent without using too much force or harming them. Compared to the rest of the fighters he has the most experience in dealing with novices and amateurs and acts accordingly.
On the opposite end of martial arts teaching is Retsu. He doesn’t like to joke around and believes his Chinese Kenpo isn’t some playtime activity for children. He has no problem explaining certain techniques to your kid, but it will be done by the book. Retsu is a great help if you need a break for the day. Kid has too much energy? It will be jogged and worked until late evening just to learn a fancy kick. No other way around it. The youngster will be returned completely passed out from exhaustion, but with a proud, satisfied smile plastered on its face.
Baki enjoys the idea of having a younger sibling, although he can be clumsy when it comes to sparring. If he’s too enthusiastic he might overdo his hits and next thing he knows, the child is on the grass crying and wailing. He scrambles to tend to the superficial wounds and frantically attempts to silence the screams. He doesn’t want to explain the ordeal to a dangerously powerful mom. Outside these small accidents, Baki is also one of the most preferred opponents.
The child is initially very cautious around Jack, but it doesn’t take too long to warm up to the idea of sparring with him. Jack has a lot of patience and most of the time just acts as a punching bag. If the youngster wants to try out a new move or practice some technique he’s seen somewhere, Jack will gladly receive the little blows and offer advice or encouragements. Sometimes after training they will hang out together doing small things like feeding the koi at the Tokugawa estate. “You’ve been training an awful lot lately. Any reason in particular?” Jack questions the little human, curious about the change. “I wanna hurry up and be strong already. Like mom!” the child looks up, beaming. Jack laughs at the last statement. “You’ve picked one hell of a goal. Good luck with that!”
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gabelew · 3 months
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I updated my Zora lineup from 2021 with the new TotK characters (and added the AoC guys too while I was at it).
To my knowledge these are all the named NPCs across the three games who use the generic adult male Zora model. I liked the idea of giving them more personality and trying to figure out unique features, all while staying faithful to the model (so no accessories, body modification etc).
female NPCs | elders and kids | unique characters
More details on each character (all 14) under the cut:
Ahrt Secro and Ettu are the merchants that exist only as character portraits, but I decided to count them as individual NPCs regardless. I made an exception in "no accessories" rule for Ahrt Secro here, because of his... unconventional name (and him living in Goponga instead of the Domain); he's justified in not following their fashion standards. Ettu's only character trait iirc is that he dislikes plants. Which make up most of his stock. Rip.
Kayden is the oldest non-elder Zora guy (140ish?), calm, responsible, etc. He's an another accessory exception, with the little belt attachment. He's married and it's the "zora armor" he got from Kodah. I like to imagine that non-royal Zora women also propose with "armor", just bit more budget friendly - a single accessory or a piece of jewelry.
Capelo has basically no personality, his only few lines point to him being older and somewhat responsible. So I put him here and made him... idk, look big and serious.
Bazz! He's perfectly average when it comes to height and looks, but visibly more buff than most Zora guys. Also on the older side.
Rivan's whole thing is being Very Tall and Very Pretty. In my canon he's basically the most handsome guy in the Domain, with his long fins, smooth features and warm brown colored scales.
Ledo is like, the most average guy you've ever seen. He looks younger than he is but has no special features otherwise. Surprisingly level headed. Not very fit (for Zora standards).
Tie is another one of the new undercharacterized TotK guards, his only thing being that he complains about being out of shape. I think I like his design the least, but come on, I had nothing to work with here.
Numien, the only new guy who actually had more than two lines, all of them making him the most annoying prick in my eyes. He's just... too enthusiastic and eager to praise his superiors. I like to imagine Bazz despises him for being such a kissass (Bazz is canonically pretty judgemental) but can't do much about it. The guy is competent enough to be put in charge of the Lookout Landing squad after all. Anyway, I did my best to make him look at least a bit unhinged.
Fronk, the only man in the domain whose eyebags could compete with Bazz's, courtesy of his airhead wife Mei. He's also wearing the "zora armor" she gave him.
Resco wins the prize for least characterization. His only single trait is that he admires Gaddison. That's it. So I made him try to emulate her energy in his lineup pose.
Cleff, the shopkeeper with crab obsession. One of the prettier younger guys, although the crab thing is not working in his favor. The last one of fully adult guys in the lineup (around 90ish).
Gruve is, amusingly, the one sole unemployed Zora guy. His occupation is therefore officially, A Problem. He's very much the tall lanky teenager type.
And Tottika, another tall lanky teenager (70ish), but this time with a job. It's not canon, but he's commonly considered a twin brother of Torfeau and I quite like this idea. He's not the smartest but tries his best.
That's it, thanks for reading if you did! Next up are the ladies, which I have sketched out but not colored yet. Also I'm still pondering if I want to do elders and kids, just for the sake of having all the Zora properly catalogued...
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rayshippouuchiha · 4 months
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Thank you! So here I am to infodump, full of gratitude, and you can post this if you want no problem it's just a bunch of scattered ideas so yeah. Feel free to chuck suggestions at me too! I really don't know what to do with these... building blocks just yet.
Akatani Mikumo is Midoriya Hisashi.
Toshinori gets sandwiches by the Midoriya couple and it turns into an OT3 but that's much later down the line.
Hisashi is a journalist, keeps getting into everybody's business and Knows™ more than he frankly should.
Hisashi is a Cryptid™. But of a different energy from his son who is all lightning-in-a-bottle jittery On The Verge Of Throwing Hands feral sort of cryptid, Hisashi is mostly of this... supernaturally unflappable blank-faced chill entity.
Who keeps spooking people bc No Footstep sounds.
And might possibly be partially mute or just ridiculously soft-spoken bc when he tries to speak at normal volumehis fire-breathing quirk goes ballistic.
Might or might not have bloodline relations to AFO. Origins ambiguous, Inko just literally plucked the (then) teen off a back alley like he was a stray cat.
Also might or might not have more than one quirk, see the probable AFO connection.
Izuku got his mumbling thing from Hisashi.
A cryptid man who seems normal enough except a little off-kilter, like two inches to the left of what's a “normal” man? Weirdo but nobody can pinpoint how or why. That's the sort of vibe I want with this Hisashi.
And some Wack™ backstory lore I came up w for Hisashi, I dunno what I'll do w it but:
Cw: mention of infant murder, bc I'm Me™ and I was thinking about Yotsumegami (it's my favorite game) and how my version of Hisashi would tie in with it.
Yanno how in Yotsumegami “unwanted children” (children with disabilities, the younger of a twin pair or every sibling except the eldest in triplets or higher, etc) would be killed (it's a real historical practice in Japan, mabiki, they called it) or something like that? Would be kinda fun if an offshoot of that variety existed in the BnHA world, even if it's not outright child murder kids would be abandoned, especially in the chaos of the Dawn of Quirks. People who were scared of quirked people would abandon their quirked child, quirkist folk abandoned their quirkless children, it's chaos.
It would be more prominent during the initial chaos, though I guess laws and stuff would've been passed later on to prevent it or at least cut down the numbers— and the practice fizzled out but there's still a few remote rural villages who accept “unwanted” children.
One such secret community could be like, giving the surname “Akatani” (red valley, for the red of spider lilies used in mabiki in times past) to the children that were discarded at their metaphorical door. Do they still practice mabiki? Debatable. But it's like a giant secret orphanage with questionable, cult-like mentalities.
Akatani Hisashi was one of those until he miraculously escaped and tried to survive in the outside world.
Or maybe he didn't have the Akatani surname at first bc nobody in the remote village had any surname but once he got out he might've created the surname as a way to hm, not quite honor but carry his origins into his new life.
(maybe Yoichi was almost mabiki'd too, like I said I'm still not entirely sure where I'm going with this)
So Izuku gets to grow up w two parents who care a great deal for him. Maybe they move away, resulting in Izuku not having to deal w Bakugou in his childhood. Maybe Izuku makes friends with some other future 1-A classmate.
The Commission keeps trying to track down this one rogue “vigilante reporter” whose name is unknown. And they keep failing because Hisashi (along with his son and excessive gaggle of... comrades? followers? does the Midoriya family accidentally create an organization of rabid info gatherers?) is a certified cryptid.
Izuku has his hands in so many pots. He's a lot more nosey than in canon probably?
Endeavor had better be prepared bc his entire way of life is about to go up in smoke
I don't know why but I just have this very strong feeling that Stain doesn't like Hisashi for one reason or another.
I... wouldn't be entirely opposed to the AU just chucking Bakugou out the window so that he's not in 1-A (or in UA at all, fuck that pomeranian) and instead is replaced by another loud blond...
Fucking Monoma, LMAO.
A lot of the AU is just ?????? for now and most of it is Hisashi backstory but hnnnnng I want to do something with these jigsaw pieces I just don't know what
Also I'll be sending in Hisashi's design in a non-anon ask but could you append it to this ask's answer instead? Thanks!
I adore everything about this!?!?!
Also I didn't get another ask, anon or not, so Tumblr might have eaten it
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wee-miss-noone · 3 months
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Okay but why can't I find anything on this
Okay so I just had an energy drink that turns out I didn't need as badly as I thought, so now I have a bit too much energy and nowhere to spend it so I choose to use it on this.
And by this I mean a rant on this man.
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Waldemar Matuška. Just look at this man. Look at him. How is he not blowing up in thsi site? Well, I know why - he was a singer on the wrong side of the iron curtain before the damn Berlin wall fell. But LOOK AT HIM.
He's Oscar's Isaac lost younger mischievous brother. Disaster twin to Oberyn Martell. Has a voice of a fucking god. He often got typecast into roles of villains and or incorrigible flirts but gods he's so fucking charming. Noc na Karstejne? His songs absolute bangers. Fantom z Morissvillu? Fucking ate that role. He ran away to America in the eighties and afterwards the communists banned his music but he still got his title of "Zasluzily umelec" post mortem and his songs are classics of Czechoslovak music scene of sixties and seventies. I mean the pipes of this man. Voice of satin. And his damned smirk. Iconic. Legend.
Okay the energy slowly dissipates but really every time I see people making posts about Pedro Pascal or Oscar Isaac and such I think of this man.
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sun-roach · 9 months
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I already mentioned these to @commander-sunshine but here are some of my head canons about A-17's favorite batch, because I am still thinking about them
I will start with the oldest of the batch:
Wolffe: Wolffe has that protective shabuir aura older siblings have. He is logical, has a hardshell and is sassy af. He wants to do the right thing at all times and perhaps is afraid of failures (especially after he lost his pack). As a cadet he was that one kid, who acted older and tougher than they were. He would try to be the brother to look up to. Tho wolffe is born sassy. It’s very easy to get under his skin and his vod'ike all respect and love to tease him with the simplest things. He can be an asshole if he wants to, which is almost every time when his vod'ike decide to be shitheads. His sense of humor is probably a little weird but at the same time very hilarious
Next is Fox: Fox is Wolffe’s twin. He is only a few milliseconds younger than him, which is why Fox hates it so much when Wolffe plays the 'I-am-the-older-twin'-card. Much like Wolffe, Fox is very protective of his brothers and shows it in weird ways since both aren’t good expressing their feelings. They both would rather bottle their feelings up than to burden anyone. Tho while Wolffe is more straightforward and rational, Fox is more sneaky and intuitive. That’s why the two argue almost 24/7. They are just too similar and yet so different. Also never anger Fox. As a cadet he bit a lot of brothers and kicked their shebs during sparring. In my head canon he was one of the best, if not the best, which is why he became the commander of the coruscant guard, directly serving the chancellor. His humor tho was probably dark since his early ages thanks to his perception and intuition
Ponds is the true middle child: He is always overlooked, despite him trying his best at all times. He is one of the kindest souls and always honest and true to himself. Thanks to him being overlooked tho, he can get away with a loooot of shit. He probably played so many pranks but no one ever suspected him. He is that sibling to take responsibility and lead when no one else will. Most of the vod'ike would probably go to him to confess anything, since wolffe and fox tend to be more… unhinged with their problem solving. Ponds humor probably contains a lot of word plays and puns. He doesn’t try to be funny tho
Now Bly: Bly is similar to Ponds but leans towards the younger brother category. He too is sometimes overlooked/ overshadowed by his siblings but not as bad as Ponds. If Bly plays pranks everyone will know that it was him. I think as a cadet Bly was very sensible and naive. He would make a lot of bets and end up losing so much, that Fox and his intuition would need to come to the rescue and het him back to the winning end. Bly is very caring and empathetic. His humor is kinda dorky and he sometimes ends up saying the wrong things despite his good intentions
And the youngest of the batch is Cody: Yes Cody is very responsible, tough and proud… but underneath all that… Cody is… he just has that little-shit energy. He plays and acts big, he is very talented and skilled in anything he does, but oh god that man was such a feral trouble maker as a cadet. Cody is so kriffing competitive he would challenge anyone walking past him. Most of the time he would challenge Fox. I think Cody and Fox had a special bond. They are both very competitive and see things in a similar ways. They just have mutual understandings of any situation. (This is also the reason why I think that Cody would have often visited Fox after order 66. They were both working for the empire and Cody slowly came to realize what Fox must have gone trough. I think Fox's death was an additional reason to go awol and find obi-wan)
Anyway Cody was an extreme brat, yet very caring and gentle when he saw someone in need of compassion. He always wanted to be an older brother and teach and help others.
With Rex he got that: Rex is the babiest baby of the batch. He is literally the batches favorite and no one tries to even hide it. Rex got all the cuddle and all the love his batch had to offer. Anyone who treated Rex like a defect because of his blonde hair… well lets say they all ended up in a medbay. Tho Rex was a little shit too. Not like Cody, but still a little shit. Rex would sometimes do the craziest things, but did he ever got punished for them? No. Did Cody get blamed for his chaos? Yes absolutely.
Rex and Cody were always close. They would prank their ori'vode nearly everyday and never did anyone blame kyute little Rex. Rex is also the only one who can stop any of their batchmates temper tantrums. Yet he likes to watch the chaos that are his brothers.
Bonus:
Rex watching Cody getting scolded for his chaos:
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Cody looking at Rex after the scolding:
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nerdpoe · 10 months
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TWINcognito mode Part 6(Tim and Danny Pretend to be Twins AU) (lmfao nah they adopted Danny they ain't pretending anymore)
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, AO3
Alfred looked up from where he was polishing the last segment of the giant penny, just as one of Master Bruce’s civilian cars came to a rather sudden halt. The doors opened to an unholy cacophony of shouting and adolescent rage, and an almost desperate Master Bruce attempting to gain control of the situation.
With a clatter of a dropped school bag, Master Duke stumbled down the stairs, looking as perplexed as Alfred himself was.
Miss Barbara appeared on the screen, looking very much like she either wished to throttle the shouting siblings or was about to retreat to her bed.
Miss Cassandra appeared on the screen as well; the only one of any of them who looked amused. Well bully for her, then. If only they could all be so lucky as to be in a different country at that moment.
“Master Tim,” Alfred started, raising his voice just enough to warrant a pause in the ongoing argument, “Would you be so kind as to tell us why you are dressed like Master Danny?”
That was the wrong question.
That was the entirely wrong question to ask, and Alfred knew the second he saw the expression on Master Damian’s face.
“Timothy thought that running away from his problems instead of facing them was the answer, as usual, and-”
“-I do not run away from my problem you insufferable little-”
“-Opted to trade places with Daniel instead of standing and fighting for him-”
“-So are you saying I’d able to win against Bruce-”
“-Now Todd is on the run with Daniel at his mercies-”
“-It’s fine; Jason seems to like Danny, he’s-”
“-Perhaps we should let Master Bruce speak,” Alfred interrupted, cutting into their particular version of bonding.
Master Bruce looked like he very much did not want to speak.
“...Master Bruce, please enlighten us as to the reason for this meeting.”
Master Bruce avoided Alfreds gaze.
“B tried to kill Danny.”
“I did not!”
“You are overreacting, Timothy. But yes, father did inadvertently attempt to murder the superior twin.”
“I’m sorry,” Master Dick’s voice echoed through the cave, as cold and as terrifying as his eyes, “Bruce did what?”
Oh dear.
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Jason threw his helmet against the wall in rage.
Danny, very helpfully, staggered over to it and brought it back to him, taking care to only scorch it a little bit with his uncontrolled energy arcs. Jason did not take it back.
“Do we feel better now?”
No, no he did not. 
“Jason, you gotta take Danny to the Cave; Dick’s on a warpath,” Barbara sighed through his earpiece, “I’ve muted myself on their side but he won’t calm down until he sees Danny. You know Danny will be safe there, and I’ll take over the security systems to guarantee an easy escape if I’m wrong.”
“Jason, why does Tim wear these suits?”
“Jason, please, just-”
“-I feel like my skin is fighting me-”
“-Take Danny to-”
“-Was the sky always pink?”
“-Shut up!” Jason snapped, only to end up with his own helmet braining him.
“You shut up, you…you fruitloop,” Danny hissed, sounding for all the world like he’d just gravely insulted Jason.
That was adorable, but Jason was too pissed to acknowledge that.
He did file it away for use later, though. As blackmail material, obviously.
“Okay, fine. I’ll take the little menace to the Cave, and I want a guaranteed easy escape.”
“Done. Good luck getting him on your bike.”
Danny struck one of the sloppiest fighting poses Jason had ever seen in his life, literally hissing like a cat. Jason heard a click as Barbara disconnected, the coward.
“You can’t or he’ll kill me! And I’ll kick your butt to prove it!”
“How does that make any sense?”
Danny attempted to throw a punch in response, but overbalanced and landed on his face, using his bad hand to attempt to stop himself. Jason watched apathetically as the younger of the twins dragged himself off of the ground and cradled the burned appendage, before making seal-eyes at Jason.
“You did this to yourself,” Jason said flatly.
The eyes started to water.
“But it hurts,” whined Danny.
“I don’t care,” mocked Jason, “Suck it up, pipsqueak, and get on the bike.”
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Duke was not hiding.
He absolutely was fucking not.
He was just…staying out of the line of fire.
Watching as the scariest version of Dick he’d ever seen glared Bruce, Damian, and Tim into silence as the eldest forced them all to wait for Danny to get there.
Duke opened his mouth to ask for maybe some clarifying information, possibly to learn what exactly had happened while he’d been at school, before closing it with a quiet click.
He wasn’t sure that drawing Dick’s attention on him would be a good thing.
Instead, he made himself scarce and waiting for oh thank god he could hear the motorcycle.
Jason came to a screeching halt, and looked just as pissed as Dick, and Danny was…stumbling like he was drunk.
“Dude, are you drunk?” Slipped out of Duke’s mouth before he could stop himself.
Danny immediately course-corrected to beeline towards Duke, which was very unfortunate because that would take him off of the vehicle pad and into the dark, deadly abyss between them.
Jason didn’t even look over as he grabbed Danny by the collar of his very expensive looking jacket and hauled him down the walkway.
“No,” Danny whined, making grabby hands at Duke, “Save me Duke they’re gonna make me suck it up!”
“Suck what up?” Duke asked, stepping out of his not-a-hiding-place and hurrying over.
“My hand,” Danny wailed, waving a bandaged hand in the air as proof.
Jason manhandled Danny to his front so he could shove him at Tim, who caught his twin and glared at the crime lord.
“You couldn’t be a little more gentle?”
“He burned my helmet and then hit me with it, fuck you.”
“As expected, even incapacitated Daniel maintains the ability to attempt to defend himself. Timothy, learn from this.”
Tim attempted to reach out to presumably throttle Damian, but Danny decided to fully lean on his twin and forced Tim to put all of his efforts into keeping an inebriated meta upright.
Duke diverted his eyes from their antics to keep focus on the bigger problem.
Dick.
Dick, who actually looked like he was slowly relaxing as his shoulders fell from their tense position.
Dick, who now looked much more likely to listen to people talk since he’d confirmed that Danny was…not fine, but would be.
“So…can we know what happened now?” Duke asked, really needing to wrap up whatever this was so he could get started on his…homework. Yes. That was what he was going to do.
“I’m a god,” Danny answered, completely serious as he hid his face in his twins chest, “I can see it all so clearly now; everything is connected and I control all the realms and tax laws need constant reformation.”
Duke, as well as almost everyone in the room, elected to ignore this.
Well, he would have, if it hadn’t been for Bruce suddenly looking very, very ill. Duke supposed he would; the rich were afraid of taxes, after all.
“Bruce?” Duke asked cautiously, drawing attention to the man, “Hey, tax reforms aren’t that bad, you don’t have to be scared!”
“Bruce,” Dick ordered, much less cautiously, “Spill.”
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Dick, contrary to what he let his family believe, did not allow himself to be blinded by familial love to what was right in front of him.
He did allow his emotions to get the better of him, he would be the first to admit that. Second, if he couldn’t say it faster than Bruce.
He was quick to anger, tended to catastrophize, and generally did not have a sleep schedule to speak of, which only heightened the emotions he felt on a daily basis.
And he had worked so fucking hard to overcome all of that.
He wasn’t proud of who he had been, but he was working to be better than that. Every day was a chance to be a better person, and he was getting better about the frequency he fucked it up.
When Tim had left on his date and left Dick with Danny, Dick had been able to read the excitement and nervousness in the younger twin like an open book. He’d also taken note that Danny did not seem as able to hide his emotions as Tim, and okay, maybe he’d taken advantage of that.
He would blame the cop in him if he didn’t know for sure it was the Bat.
It wasn’t that Danny wasn’t as smart as Tim, it was just that Danny wasn’t as crime-oriented as Tim. Danny wasn’t constantly on guard or gathering information or reading people’s body language. He didn’t have to.
Danny, Dick discovered within five minutes of Tim leaving, loved engineering and space and hyperfixated on the topics just like Tim hyperfixated on cases.
Honestly, they hadn’t even watched the movie right away; Danny had let slip that he wanted glow-in-the-dark stars and Dick had pulled up all open toy stores on his phone.
Danny, Dick discovered, gave away information he did not mean when he was lecturing about something he was obsessive over.
So Dick had gotten a ladder, let Danny ‘forget’ he could fly so that his little brother could order him around, and set about decorating the ceiling with every single constellation Danny could pull from memory. In between placing the stars, he’d ask small, inconsequential questions. Questions Tim would never answer, but Danny was so distracted and unsuspecting that he answered them right away.
The thing that stuck out to Dick, immediately, was the way Danny worded things.
“Because ever since we’ve been introduced, we’ve literally never hung out,” Danny had said.
“Do you have anything else to say?” Tim had asked.
Danny kept commenting how he’d never known XYZ about Dick, that Dick had never told him about whatever story Dick was regaling him with, informing Dick about whether or not he liked or disliked something, and just…acting like he’d never met Dick before, and was doing everything but outright saying it.
The most damning evidence Dick managed to gather, however, was how Danny would pause before being introduced to a snack. Like he didn’t know if he would like it or not, like it was new to him.
So Dick chose a movie he’d seen a million times before, something he could easily pretend to watch while he compiled what he’d found out in his head. 
It was an old movie, a cult classic, and the attention Danny was giving it indicated that he’d never even heard of it before.
So.
Danny was a clone, then.
If he had been an alternate version of Tim, he would have known some things about Dick’s personal tastes, and if he had been Tim’s twin from a different dimension, then at least some of the things they’d talked about would have overlapped.
But it was all new to him.
That left cloning.
Danny looked nothing like Kon, and Dick was certain that he and Superman had successfully shredded Tim’s cloning lab, soTim and Luthor were out.
But Tim had a lot of enemies.
The issue was finding out which one…
Tim’s spleen.
That would have been a good source of DNA material, and only one person had both the remains of Tim’s organ and the money to afford a cloning operation.
Ra’s Al Fucking Ghul.
It wasn’t enough that the freak was chasing his little brother’s skirts, he’d resorted to creating his own version of Tim to play with.
And Tim had gotten him away, without reaching out to the family for help. Again.
It would match Danny’s cover story about being deep cover, but it snagged on one thing.
Why hadn’t Tim taken Danny out with him when he’d infiltrated the League to get Bruce back?
So Danny had been in the League, and if he was a clone then that would explain…well, everything.
Dick watched Danny through the corner of his eye, noticing for the first time what his small fidgets were for.
Lightly rubbing fingers on rough surfaces, check. Reaching up to touch a specific area of his face, check. The small undercurrent of fear that would rise when the movie slowed, check. Deep, controlled breaths when the movie touched on certain subject, check. Slowly but surely burrowing his way into his oversized hoodie until the only skin visible was his face, check.
All pointed towards grounding himself, all pointed towards previous trauma.
Dick decided to ask for confirmation, without asking for confirmation.
“Man, I forgot how cheesy this movie could be,” he chuckled, leaning further into the couch, “Real assassins don’t move like that.”
Danny snorted, nodding in agreement.
“Way too many useless moves; they’d get seriously punished for the excess time it took.”
Yup.
Yup yup yup.
That was the League speaking.
And from how Danny had tensed his shoulders, how that flash of fear had briefly shown in his eyes, that was also experience speaking.
Dick had thought he’d protected Tim from Ra’s, but apparently Ra’s had found a workaround.
Dick wasn’t worried about brainwashing; that would have been the first thing Tim dealt with. 
Tim had taken this clone, cleaned him up, gotten him on his feet, and declared him his twin, and okay; that was their choice, and if that was what they wanted their identities to be, then that was what they were. They wanted to play a prank on the family? Fine, Dick didn’t have any issue with it.
He was thrilled to have another brother, if he was honest. Especially one insistent on being a civilian; that was one less sibling he had to worry about on his patrols.
What he did have an issue with, however, was that Ra’s had managed to traumatize one of his little brothers, and had done it with Dick none the wiser.
By the time the movie had ended, Dick had worked himself up too much about it, and could feel the explosive outburst teasing the edge of his mind.
So he’d all but run from the penthouse, and crime in Gotham that night feared Nightwing far more than it did Batman.
Presently, he could feel the explosion that had been building ease back as he watched Danny make a nuisance of himself to his twin. He watched them for another moment, before turning his attention to Bruce. 
Bruce, who looked like he knew something, but clearly had made a move without knowing everything.
All this talk about Bruce trying to kill Danny was making Dick consider putting that same fear he’d put into the criminal underbelly of Gotham that night into his father.
“Bruce,” he ordered, fighting to keep his voice level, “Spill.”
~~~~~~
Damian used Timothy as a distraction, grabbing Daniel’s hand and ensuring that its bandage was not removed or knocked loose. It was not going well; the hand was occasionally sparking and Daniel kept trying to pull it away.
Daniel only stopped trying to squirm away when he realized it was Damian who was touching him, whereupon he took it upon himself to transfer his weight from Timothy to Damian with a cry of “El-witwaat!”.
Damian used the momentum to make Daniel sit, allowing for the undamaged hand to wrap around him in exchange for free access to the injured hand.
He finally managed to re-tighten the slightly-burned bandage in time to listen to Father’s lackluster explanation.
“I was under the wrongful impression that Danny was from another dimension, and wanted to send him back so that his version of Bruce would not worry,” he started, laying out the most relevant facts and keeping his hands at his sides and his stance non-threatening, “I was unaware I was implying that I would send him to his death; I will no longer be pursuing that course of action.”
There was an unimpressed silence from Richard, before he spoke but a single word.
“Clone.”
Damian heard Father let out a soft exclamation, but tuned him out to look down at the twin plastered to his front.
Damian went over their past interactions, the way that Daniel had worded things, how Daniel interacted with the world; and Damian was surprised that Daniel had gone out of his way to never once lie to Damian, personally. Certainly, he’d lied to the others to keep the charade going, but everything with Damian had been worded so carefully that it had never strayed out of the realm of truth.
Damian did not feel betrayed by this.
He felt relieved.
He did not have to walk on eggshells, wondering if his current actions would stay on track for past actions. He no longer felt that he had to outdo a past version of himself that he could not recall.
Damian would begrudgingly grant that Timothy’s idea was an excellent training exercise in jumping to wrong conclusions, or accepting the facts presented before him without question.
The youngest Wayne turned to glare at Timothy even as the older twin-progenitor? Twin. Damian could see them as nothing else-attempted to console Daniel.
“Do you intend to throw him away, now that you’ve utilized him as a tool for your test?”
Timothy had always been against Damian, and Damian had always been against Timothy. They had a history of fighting each other, and were more likely to draw blood than to agree on something.
But Damian had never seen the look of hatred on Timothy’s face that his brother directed at him after he asked that question.
Good.
“He’s my twin, I don’t care where he came from-”
“-Good, then we actually agree on something for once,” Damian interrupted, not wishing to hear whatever monologue the buffoon was about to prattle on about.
Daniel was his brother, and the only brother he had a normal relationship with.
Luck was with Timothy, as Damian had been fully prepared to fight to keep it that way, and thought that Timothy could stand to gain a few more holes in his body.
~~~~~~
Bruce took in the scene in front of him.
Danny was coddling Damian, who was mother-henning over Danny in his own way. Tim hovered over them both, unsure of how to handle himself since his twin had attached himself to their youngest.
Jason had turned on his heel and marched towards the stairs, presumably to raid the kitchen, Dick had collapsed into a chair and was taking deep, meditative breaths, and Duke looked like he was having fourteen epiphanies at the same time.
Alfred stood with perfect poise and raised an eyebrow at Bruce.
“I’m so sorry sir; given that you had not informed me of your ongoing theories as to Master Danny’s existence, I assumed that you knew.”
It was blindingly clear that Alfred knew that Bruce had not known, and that not telling him was payback for Bruce not including Alfred in his research.
Barbara had chewed them out for lack of communication, and she had been right. If they had just talked to each other, then the massive misunderstanding he’d had wouldn’t have happened.
Fine.
“I also have to report that according to Constantine, he’s acting as the eyes for a god of some sort in this dimension.”
“Yeah, that checks,” Tim piped up, obviously distracted.
Dick stopped his meditative breathing.
Bruce turned slowly to face Tim.
“What,” Duke said flatly from behind him.
Tim looked a bit cornered.
Luckily, Danny had zero self-control.
“Beelzebub stole me from my Lair and put me in a mortal body and now I’m alive again and sometime’s people want to talk to me so Tim put a tracker in my leg.”
Bruce kept his gaze on Tim.
Tim kept his gaze on Danny.
“Tim,” said Bruce.
“Bruce,” answered Tim.
“Isn’t Beelzebub a demon?” Asked Duke.
“Beelzebub is a bitch,” clarified Danny.
“Language!” 
“Sorry, Alfred,” Danny moaned, before whispering to Damian, “But he is, though.”
“Why does he need a tracker, Tim?” Dick cut in, looking exactly how Bruce felt.
“He may have been a big name in the afterlife, and people can sometimes summon him and he’ll just…poof,” Tim mumbled, miming an explosion with his hands, “So the tracker alerts me if he just randomly jumps locations. I can set it to alert on your phones too, if you give me fifteen minutes.”
Bruce frowned.
The tracker was a good idea then; they’d be able to find Danny if he was summoned and retrieve him back home safely.
Dick looked rather like he’d swallowed a lemon.
“So you just…violated his autonomy?”
“No, he actually agreed to the tracker.”
“Cultists are scary and I like being alive.”
Damian nodded solemnly, fully agreeing with Danny’s decision.
Bruce sighed, electing to ruffle Danny’s hair as he walked past him to the BatComputer.
He had a PR shitshow to navigate, and Danny needed to sleep off the morphine before he made Duke’s head explode.
“So one of my brothers is a prophet?!”
Too late, it seemed. Duke was falling down the conspiracy rabbit hole that Tim’s boyfriend loved to swim in.
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You’re Safe Here
A/N: Sorry for the improptu hiatuses! I'm currently struggling with a housing issue so most of my energy has been put into that! It's been a rough couple of weeks since I returned from London so I wrote this little tidbit to cheer me up! I enjoy all the time I get to write, though, and they lift my mood so much so a huge thank you to everyone for all the support even when I'm not active :) Out of all the brothers, Lucifer is the one who I could see most as my own older brother (even though both of mine are nothing like him), and I have found a lot of comfort in that since I started playing the game. Because of that, this fic is probably one of the many brother! luci fics that I'm gonna write
Lucifer's head felt as though it were going to split in two from the migraine that had been building up all day. Meeting after meeting, he could barely find the time to eat a quick snack or drink a sip of water (which he often hesitated to tell his younger pbrothers, knowing all too well they would take the situation into thier own hands and, without meaning to, would make matters much worse than if he'd just handled things on his own). Once he finally found time to settle down at dinner, his hands were shaking so badly from the exhaustion he had to simply pack his meal away (somehow avoiding suspicions from the other residents of the House of Lamentation, minus his sixth youngest brother, who shot him a worried glance from across the table). In his office he was greeted with a stack of paperwork so high he began to question how Barbatos managed to sneak the whole stack in without any of it falling down or alerting Cerberus to the sudden intrustion.
By the time he finished the stack, it was already late into the night. The inky black of the Devildom's night sky seemed to silence the world outside of the sins' safe haven (the darkness being one he believed he could never get used to, no matter how many centuries would pass). It was far too dark, even for the beings who could see in the dark, only broken by purple and golden stars that flickered and shone down upon the residents. If he strained his pointed ears he could make out the vague sounds from the house; faint music from Levi's room, with a shout here or there; Mammon's snoring (which he could hear even from the other side of the house, a feat which he would never not be impressed by); a thud from Beel followed by faint crunches and the rustling of wrappers; another thud followed by a soft groan, likely Belphegor sleepwalking once more and being lifted by his twin to return to their shared room; the only brothers of his who he couldn't hear were Asmodeus and Satan, the former likely getting his 'beauty sleep' and the latter likely silently reading (a hobby which Lucifer appreciated for the lack of noise and the distraction it gave his mischevious younger brother).
The demon sighed, loosening his tie and folding it on his desk, standing and stretching his arms above his head. The bones cracking along his spine and joints seem to relieve some of that tension. He heaves a sigh, finally releasing the breath that had been held prisoner in his lungs from the moment he woke up- an anxiety he was far too used to dealing with. He swallows briefly, the dryness of his mouth and throat making it a near impossible task. Had he had any water that day? He recalled taking a sip or two at dinner, however...
Shrugging off his vest, he folds it over the back of his office chair and begins his trip to the kitchen. Lucifer doesn't bother turning on the lights- even if he couldn't see in the dark, he knew this house better than the back of his own calloused and scarred hand. Each hall and hidden passageway was mapped in the back of his mind at all times. Every dent in the corners and tears in the wallpaper from his brothers and their fights, some of them he hadn't bothered to fix due to the memories they held.
His favorites were the ones which his brothers had made, like the dent in the wall from when Mammon, upon the first decade of the Fall, had decided it would be fun to ram his horns into the wall to see if they would stick (and they did, they all learned, after having to pry the demon out of the heavy stone behind the wallpaper); Or the lipstick stains that Asmo had drunkenly left on the wall around the large mirror that hung in the hallway.;The small dents left in the floorboards from Beel dropping one of his weights, or the chip in the tiles of the bathroom from when Belphie fell and smashed a tile with one of his horns, the outline of a book that Satan threw into the wall after a particularly horrible ending, and the carving of a strange symbol into the florboards from a bored Levi- all of them held stories of his brothers being themselves, not simply the embodyments of the sins.
The one he adored most was one in a storage room in the back of the house, one everyone (aside from Lucifer) hardly visited. Early in their new lives, they had all attempted to repaint a small portion of the house. It was chaotic, yes, and they ended up painting anything but the walls. During the last moments, his brothers all decided to leave their handprints on the wall.
Lucifer wasn't sure if they remembered it was there, but he knew it all too well (and he had placed a spell on it to ensure it's survival, no matter what happened to that portion of the house- neither fire nor flood could wash those handprints away).
He was surely too sentimental for a demon.
A part of him wished to have something of his younger sister on the wall as well, a handprint of her own to markwhat was now their home for the rest of their lives.
Another part considered asking the human who lived with them to add theirs- knowing of their fleeting existence and wanting a permanent reminder of them.
It pained him deeply to think about, the human who he started to see as a younger sibling. Not a replacement for who was gone, no, but an addition. Just as Satan became an addition all those centuries ago, they had wormed themselves into the family as well.
Eight siblings, he pondered most nights, the thought warming the heart he believed to have lost during the war, the heart he had locked away swelling in content (whether of his own accord or due to the nature of his sin, he truthfully did not know). For reasons unbeknownst to him, his hardened persona had softened to them and their bright smile. He knew it would be futile to resist it, so he had slowly started treating them like a sibling. Scolding them and one of his brothers when the had done something stupid, diligently ensuring that they were sae whenever they left the house, saving them a little extra food during dinner so they wouldn't go hungry (even when they insisted they were alright).
How could a creature, so susceptible to the gaping maw of time, make him, the most powerful of all his brothers and feared by most (if not all), a being who could flatten entire civilizations with a snap of his fingers if he so wished, turn into such a fool?
Perhaps he was weakening with time, or he was simply too worn from his brothers to notice how they became a part o fhis family, how they became someone he wanted to protect.
He was so lost in his thoughts that, by the time he'd arrived to the kitchen, Beel was already back for round two of his bedtime snack.
"Beelzebub," Lucifer chides, deep voice breaking the peaceful silence of the night (if the clinking of jars and opening of cabinets had not broken it enough). "We'll barely have enough for breakfast at this rate," His younger brother simpered for a moment, smiling innocently and scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment.
"I know," The redhead mutters. "Sorry." Lucifer feels his eyes on the back of his head as he reaches into the cabinets, grabbing a glass and promptly filling it. "Lucifer?"
"Yes?" The man takes a sip of the chilled water, sighing softly at how different he felt from the simple action alone.
"Can you check in on Mc?" His brother's voice dips softly, as though he was worried they were listening to the conversation. It was unlikely, despite the proximity of their room to the kitchen. "I... their room smelled... salty, like tears."
"Tears?" The older man paused, turning his attention fully to his brother, pointed tips of his ears turned to the sky as they were piqued in concern.
"I tried checking in on them but they told me they were okay..." Beel looks away guiltily, biting the corner of his lip with one of his fangs until it nearly bled. "I asked again but..."
"They told you to leave?" The black-haired man mutters in disbelief. His human... no, their human... would never turn one of the brothers away. The thought formed a lump in his throat as he sat up a little straighter, nodding towards the glutton. "I'll check on them. Thank you," Beel nods, bidding his eldest brother goodnight as he leaves the kitchen.
Lucifer looks down to his water hopelessly, watching his darkened expression swim in the glass. Sighing, he dumps the rest down the drain before grabbing a second glass, filling it and making his way out of the kitchen.
To his dismay, Beelzebub was right. Lucifer could hear faint sniffles from the other side of the door, a sound which brought him physical pain in the center of his chest as his stomach clenches painfully. Swallowing thickly, he raps his knuckles on the back of the door.
"Mc, it's me," He murmurs against the oak door. "May I enter?"
When he gets no response aside from a soft shuffling of fabric from the other side, he allows himself entry. Mc is nothing more than a pile of soft blankets and pillows piled atop their bed. He slowly walks closer to them, placing the water on their desk and taking a seat on the edge of the bed, watching as their form trembles beneath the layers.
"Mc," He whispers, gingerly placing his hand on the blanket atop the pile (It was Belphie's, he recalled. One of the youngest's favorites). "I ask that you remove yourself from there, it cannot be easy to breathe under all of that and I will not allow you to do anything detrimental to your health in such a way." He knew he sounded harsh, the end of his words holding a bite that was reserved for scoldings and sighs of annoyance. He reprimands himself for that fact. Their response is a heartbroken sob, one that send a pang so sharp through his chest that he was certain he had just been struck by one of his heavenly brothers once more. His mind is muddled, memories of comforting his brothers and sister during times like these flashing through his mind.
As though subconsciously, he lifts the edge of the blanket, smiling softly when their tear-streaked face framed by soaked hair that clings to their skin meets his own. Their wide-eyed, anguished expression is nearly enough to make him falter in his steps. In their time in the Devildom, he had forgotton how young the human truly was in compared to them. Despite their magical strength and resilience in the harsh environment they were thrown in, they were still such a small thing in the world of demons and angels and sorcerers, so inexperienced in the cruel world Lucifer and the others had grown accostumed to.
He mentally berated himself for forgetting such a thing, for this moment to be the one to bring him to the reality of their existence. They were quite generous, weren't they? To spend their very few years in the land which most humans would pray they never caught a glimpse of.
Generous, and oh so strong.
He should have guessed that strength came with their moments of vulnerability, should have planned for this moment.
"L-Luci?" Their voice shakes from the heaving of their breaths between hiccups and sobs (how long have they been like this? Lucifer thinks bitterly).
"Yes, it's me, little lamb," He murmurs.
"I-I-" Their voice breaks into more sobs as they bury their face into a plush pillow, alrerady damped from ters from who-knows-how-long-ago. He runs his hand over thier forehead, wiping their tears with his thumb as he hushes them softly. Lucifer feels the harsh retaliation of his sin, clawing away at it's confines at the display tenderness that it despises so much.
"It's alright, you don't have to speak to me if you don't wish to," The demon moves the blanket away from their face, allowing them to catch a quick breath. "However, I will be staying here." They hum an affirmation as their sobbing resumes. "May I hold you?" His soft voice is met with another weak nod as he shifts them into his arms, cradling their head into the crook of his neck as he rocks softly. Their tears seep into his collar as he rubs his free hand along their side.
"Everything is going to be okay, Mc," He mumbles into their hair, pushing back some stray tears once their sorrow is reduced to hiccups and short breaths. "I'm here."
"I-I-I'm so sor-so sorry," They mumble into his collar.
"No need to apologize," He quickly hushes them with another soft swipe of his thumb over their features. "It's not healthy to hold back tears." He understands the irony of his words, he didn't know the last time he has cried in that way, or any way, for that matter. If they hear the strain in his voice, they don't comment on it, only choosing to nestle their face further into his tear-soaked shirt. Their shaking shoulders don't cease, despite their breathing getting slower and more controlled.
He reaches over gingerly, grabbing Belphie's blanket from the top of the stack and wrapping it around their trembling form, resuming the rocking once he's finished.
"Would you like some water?" He asks softly. They shake their head, making the man frown. He was well aware that humans needed to stay hydrated after events such as these, however... he didn't want to push their limits in their fragile state. He makes a mental note to give them the big glass at breakfast in the morning rather than the smaller glass they normally choose. When their sniffles return, adding on to the air of distress around the human he and his brothers adored so, he resumed his rocking.
The demon began to hum a soft song, one that drifted in the slightly chilly air of the bedroom (has it always been this cold?) and rested on the flowers above their bed. It was an old song, even older than what the humans would consider ancient, in a language weaved from light and the prayers from below, a solemn psalm only known to those granted the right to be born in the skies. He was shocked that he'd kept that privilege after the Fall.
Not that any of the brothers still used it, as the undulating sounds and breathless whispers between the words spoke of memories they all would rather not taint with the consequences of their rebellion.
The song, however, was still held deep within their hearts. It was a lullaby for cherubs, for freshly created beings unsure of the roles they were given. A pathway to a silent sleep filled with dreams of purple clouds and golden stars.
Lucifer felt a wave of deja vu, a flash of warmth and sunlight, the shadow of a small angel in his folded arms, her soft snores the harmony to his music.
"When my brothers and I were first created," He murmurs against their forehead, feeling the deep need to express the pressure within his chest. "We would have lots of nights like these," His voice is soft, reminescent of the times they had spent in the sun, flying amongst the clouds and telling each other stories of humans and angels alike until they would all fall asleep (mostly in Lucifer's room, which he didn't mind at all. In fact, he felt better knowing where they all were). "I cared for them just like this, cradled them in the same way I'm doing to you now."
He notices that their breathing had begun to even out, yet had not fallen into the steady rhythm of sleep.
Good, Lucifer thinks.
"They all had their own reasons. It was quite stressful in the Celestial Realm, despite what many humans believe and are told," He recalls the work that was provided for them, the countless days in and out of carefully treading around the rules and guidelines set by their Father. Questions left unanswered out of the fear of sin, every move perfectly calculated and planned so as to not make any slight mistakes.
They were created for one purpose, and it was expected of them to fulfill those perfectly.
"It went the same every time," He sighs. "Levi would be the hardest to coax out of his room, and I was lucky if Mammon spoke one word to me when he got upset," He remembered sitting outside of Leviathan's door for hours on end, sitting cross-legged on the floor and completing his work there until he heard his younger brother's sniffles cease and he would open the door for the older brother; Mammon curled up, refusing to face Lucifer while he wailed into his pillows. Lucifer remembered how hopeless he felt, left only to rub the younger's back until he calmed down enough to fall asleep. "The others would come to me, which I never minded," The memory of Asmodeus, porcelain face tear-streaked and hair messy as he crawled into his brother's bed, weeping into his shoulder as Lucifer would pet his hair down; Beelzebub shyly asking Lucifer for a hug, and, the moment his brother's arms wrapped around the larger man's shoulders, the tears that would begin to flow; Belphegor, who wouldn't say a word as he came into Lucifer's room and curled under the blankets, hugging the eldest's arm to his chest like his life depended on it.
Lilith, who he would rock and hum to until her tears stopped flowing down her rounded face, holding his hand and playing with his fingers as the sun slowly rose above the clouds.
"I do wish you would tell us when you're hurt, or scared," The man sighs. "I- we truly care about you." The words felt like claws as they scrambled up his throat and out of his mouth. His heart seethed at the curse of his sin, at how agonizing expressing the simple fact was. Lucifer would prevail. "Beelzebub asked me to check on you. He was worried."
"I'm sorry," The human whispers, nearly a whine as their jaw quivers and eyebrows knit on their forehead. "I didn't mean to make you both worry."
"I am not telling you these things to make you apologize," He smiles softly, the lines around his face shifting in the candlelight that dimly illuminates the room. "These are simple facts. You are family to us now- even as a human. And even when you pass on-" The phrase gets lodged in his throat, their mortality was such a burdensome thought to all the brothers. He takes a breath, calming his thoughts. "We will still love you, angel or demon."
They stay silent, making Lucifer question their belief in his words. Did they truly not feel the same? All the laughter, all the joy and memories they'd created together- as a family- did they think he thought nothing of them still? Perhaps he should have made it more clear to them (if his brothers hadn't proven so enough times).
"I love you guys too," They whimper, silenced by a sniffle.
"Thank you," The man murmurs into the crown of their head, placing a small kiss on tha spot afterwards. "If there is truly anything wrong, tell us. We'll protect you, always," I'll protect you always, the small voice between his words said (what he couldn't say aloud, damn the curse of his sin).
"Promise?" Their human's voice was small, hopeful as they gazed up at him with wide, watery eyes- red and puffy from the tears. He always thought they looked too sweet, too innocent to be trapped in such a place. Up until recently he'd believed that to be true. He had changed that mindset in the past couple of years, having watched them grow into the powerful sorcerer they were today. However, looking into their eyes at this moment, he felt as though he couldn't be more wrong. Protect them, his mind screamed, perhaps the part that had remained angelic after the Fall.
"I promise." His rocking paused upon hearing their soft snores, peaceful as they nestled deeper into his chest. He casts a soft glance over to the clock, unwilling to let them go just yet and relishing in the warmth they offered (he told himself that humans tend to run warmer than demons, is all, opting to ignore the way his heart swelled at seeing their form curled against his own. "I'll protect you," He whispers, barely a sigh in the night air as he kicks off his shoes and lays down on the matress, pulling them closer to his form and hushing their whimpers and groans as they stir in their sleep.
"You're safe here."
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miscellaneoussmp · 6 months
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Did Bad and Bagi interactions inspire this? Yes. Do I expect this to be anywhere close to Canon? Nope. Anyway, here's the story of The Grim Reaper meeting a set of twins (cw/tw: blood/violence/death mentions, general Cellbit fuckery):
In war, a lot of horrible things happen. That's just how it is. People die, and it's a tragedy, as it always is. Bad always finds himself on the battlefields. His duty to the world beyond demands it of him. Reaping the souls of those who have unfortunately passed on during battle is as simple as it's always been. It's just more time-consuming than usual. Bad can't find the energy to mourn every single soul he takes. He mourns for souls he's yet to take, instead.
Bad likes to believe he's seen everything in this world. He's just as old as it, if not even older. This world shouldn't hold many surprises. As always, he's proven wrong. In the woods not incredibly far from a main battlefield, Bad finds two people. They look young, really young. One sits next a body that is ripped to shreds, and the other sits further from the body. The one closer to the body wipes blood from his mouth as he looks up at Bad. His brown hair was held out of his face with a set of goggles. The one farther is chewing on what looks to be stale bread. She looks between the other and Bad, through her ash blonde hair. They look like siblings, twins maybe. These two are the types of souls that Bad mourns. He can feel they're destined for greatness, yet they're stuck here.
The young duo looks absolutely terrified as Bad approaches them, two sets of wide bright blue eyes stare at him. The one next to the body stands, holding his knife in a shakey white knuckle grip. The one farther grabs a sword in an equally shakey grip. Bad points to the body, and he tries his best to explain that he's just here for the soul. The young brunette nods before turning to his companion, his sister Bad assumes, and translates. Bad recognizes the language as Portuguese, but he doesn't have any hope in understanding what was actually said. Both lower their weapons, the closer sits back down, and both look in amazement as Bad tears the soul from the body. Simple as that. He jokes about soul, luckily, being left in tact. Neither one of the younger two laugh.
Bad stays after his job is complete. He's curious about siblings. He's still guessing at that fact. He wants to know more about the young soldiers. He wants to know more about the young souls he's mourning for. Bad asks about their names. The demon wants to know what names he needs to plead cases for in front of Death, herself. The brunette looks to his sister, a guess still, before turning back to Bad shaking his head. Neither has a name. Bad didn't have one for a while either, so he doesn't push. Next, he asks about their ages. How young are they truly? They can't be much older than eighteen. Bad hates the answer he receives. Quinze, the blonde, speaks finally, her voice shakes. Fifteen, the brunette translates in unsure tone. Was Bad ever that young? He can't remember. Finally, he asks if they're actually siblings. There wasn't any hesitation, both nod.
Bad is taken a back when they question him in return. He really shouldn't have been. They ask–the brother mostly asks, but the sister speaks, as well, in their native tongue–about his name. He shares with them his name and a few nicknames he's gotten over the years. There's a hint of recognition in their expressions with a few of his names. After a few more questions, some of which Bad doesn't answer, he offers the siblings non-stale bread. The brunette doesn't take it, instead licking his lips that are still covered in blood. Bad gets it. He really does. The blonde cautiously takes it with her hands still shaking as she does so. She examines the bread for any tampering. Bad gets that, too. He really does.
The Grim Reaper takes his leave after the siblings fall asleep, it was hours of a futile struggle to stay awake. He knows they sleep light and fearful. Bad mourns for their souls before he ever needs to reap them. The demon curses whoever or whatever has forced these nameless teens to fight. He mourns for the day he'll take their souls. At least they'll know peace then.
After nearly eleven years, Bad meets one of the young souls he mourned for, once again. He took the name Cellbit, and Bad thinks it's a fitting one. Cellbit is a investigator now, and his face holds a relaxed smile. He thanks Bad for being kind to him all those years ago. He doesn't mention his sister.
After nearly eleven years, Bad meets the other young soul he mourned for, once again. She took the name Bagi, and Bad thinks it's a fitting one. Bagi is a pacifist now, and her bright eyes are full of curiosity and determination. She thanks him for being kind to her now. She doesn't mention her brother.
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