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dreamrecorder · 3 years

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Family in the Inn

Wherein Verr adopts Xiao and how he got you as a sibling.

The idea was from here ksks---- also this is quite long | Part hc part trad, Im not even sure anymore hahaha it’s just- siblings are a wholesome concept and there are so much things to add i dont know what to do haha Enjoy~

After a night full of battles against the demons lurking Liyue, Xiao struggled to keep the corruption in him at bay. He was losing his mind in pain as the screams continue to persist both in volume and their harsh words. He needed to get away from here. From the bodies that was slain by his very hands. He wanted to go away to somewhere safe.

It was an unconscious thought- out of nowhere, Xiao just teleported himself into whatever place he thought was safe and crash landed into familiar wooden floorboards.

The crash was loud- enough for visitors of the inn to rouse awake. Luckily, Verr and Huai'an were quick to reassure them that they are safe.

Verr Goldet was first to arrive in their balcony and what she saw tore her heart.

As if a mother to a child, she quickly rushed to the adeptus whose body writhed to himself while shaking violently. Verr didn't care about the malicious energy emanating from Xiao- she just went to his side and cradled what she can of him.

Normally, Xiao would instantly get away from any form of touch, but he was too weak and too tired- so he let her be.

Verr began singing lullabies as she wiped his tears away, hoping to ease his pain even just for tonight.

The lullabies- they were soothing. Moments passed, his shaking lessened along with the dark mist covering his body. Xiao merely focused on Verr's lullabies- clinging to the innocent words the lullabies carry as if hoping that they would take all his pain away.

And they really did- the way the she cradled him was very reminiscent of how a mother cradled a child. She didn't care if her clothes were now damp from his tears. She kept singing until finally, Xiao finally slept with a genuine peace gracing his face.

And that is how Xiao finds himself seeing Verr as a mother and how Verr finds Xiao as a son. Always know that this inn will be your home with someone who cares for you.

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The following day came and Xiao finds himself in his room, waking up to the sunlight filtering from the window. By the bedside, the innkeeper sleeps with arms crossed. As if waiting for him to wake up. Even if he sees Verr now in a new light, Xiao still decides that he does not want to be seen for now. But before leaving, he mutters a sincere thank you.

When they cross paths in the inn, there was no closure whatsoever about what happened to him that night. But before he leaves to protect Liyue again, Verr called him. "Xiao,"

The adeptus stopped in his tracks and faced her.

"Stay safe. If you get hurt don't hesitate to come home alright?"

Ah. The words of a mother to a child. But Xiao is no child and not certainly a child to a mortal- but still, Xiao finds him saying, "I'll be back."

This simple pattern went on for years. While they never called each other 'mother' or 'son' verbally, the relationship is there. Whenever Xiao leaves, Verr always reminds him to take care. And when he comes back, she never fails to greet him, "Welcome home!"

Xiao felt loved.

As small thanks, there are times Xiao would help in the inn aside from protecting his home from monsters and hoarders.

Like- helping Huai'an with heavy crates of materials and teaching Yanxiao Sweet Dreams (the inn got a boost from his recipe). He'll help as long as it doesn't involve interacting with other mortals aside from the inn staff.

Then the time came when Verr announced she was pregnant.

Xiao's initial reaction... was to leave. He didn't want the baby near him- no, scratch that. He didn't want to be near the baby or else it would catch his karmic energy if ever he loses control. The baby deserved a life free from any danger- free from him.

And Verr was having none of that!!!

She noticed the lessening appearances of the Yaksha within the inn ever since her announcement, so he waited for her son at the balcony.

"The evening cold will not do you well and the baby." He said as he materialized a few feet away from her.

Verr noticed his walls up again and her mother instincts told her that something's up. So with careful prying, she finally learned his reasons of him staying away. But with a gentle smile, she reassured him that he can never do wrong or harm to the baby

Carefully, she let out a small joke, "Who knows, I bet the baby will be even safer having a brother like you."

Oh how she doesn't know how her joke struck a chord in Xiao's heart. The adeptus vowed to protect you at all cost.

Throughout his mother's pregnancy, Xiao became very protective of her. And that also means being careful of himself whenever he fights in order to avoid his karma leaking out. There was this one time even, Verr convinced Xiao for him to hold her swollen belly and feel the baby. The moment he felt that small kick! His heart burst feelings he didn't think he would ever feel! Pure joy and love for another.

The day came when you finally entered the world with strong fits of cries- as if demanding to be brought back to the darkness you were familiar with in your mother's womb!!!

Despite accepting the fact he now has a little sibling, he doesn't show up to greet you to the world. Perhaps he was still in denial? That all of this was just some dream that he's desperate mind conjured up? But still his heart beckoned him to go to you.

With swift and silent movements, Xiao entered the sleeping couple's bedroom and there he saw that small bundle of you. The way his heart welled up in pure happiness. The mere sight of you just confirms that all this is real and not a dream.

Awkward, but careful and determined, Xiao lifted your small form to his arms and against his chest.

The way you instantly cuddled into him with hand accidentally tugging his hair just sent Xiao into a pure moment of peace.

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During your infant years, Xiao would always spend his time with you during the night by sneaking into the couple’s bedroom and just simply holding you close. Verr, having noticed his nightly visits to you, have even prepared your bottles of milk in case you were hungry during his visits.

The first time you cried while he was holding you, surprisingly, Xiao did not panic. He knew you were hungry and he silently thanked himself for observing mortal mothers back then. He simply took the bottle Verr had prepared and gave it to you as he began singing the very same lullaby his mother had sang to him. That’s how soft Xiao is for you.

Although there are other times when the inn was very bustling with business to the point of having Verr and her husband’s hands tied. These are the times Xiao will then just grab you from your mother’s hold with no word and take you to the balcony. With a prepared bottle in hand at that. Verr would always smile at Xiao’s retreating back.

Innocence, it’s such a pure thing honestly. While playing with you, you somehow grabbed his mask. Xiao was about to take it, in fear you would cry at its hideous look. But you never cried or whimpered. You simply toyed with it by putting it on your face or by playing its horns. Perhaps even hideous things can still have a chance at love?

Your first word came while Xiao was holding you with Verr close by preparing your baby meal and it was gēgē. You kept babbling that word over and over while tugging at his hair so happily and Xiao can only hold you closer as his body shook in silent, happy tears. Verr taught you that word *wink*.

Come toddler years and boy did Xiao’s worry for you intensifies. You were an explorer! The moment you learned how to crawl, you were going to places here and there! You almost gave your brother a heart attack </3!! Especially that time when you were crawling up the stairs on you own!!! Your exploring habits only intensified when you learned how to walk~ To tone down your exploring tendencies- Xiao would take you for small walks where your tiny, little legs can take you. It was a cute sight, the two of you walking hand in hand. You were so small~

Childhood arrived and you became a big bundle of energy. Since you’re not old enough to help with the inn, you often bothered your brother to play with you or walk with you outside. Of course Xiao will always agree with a smile.

Glaze lillies only bloom during the night yes? But oh how Xiao was proven wrong when you approached a wild lily and it instantly bloomed under the sun in your presence. The joy that shone your eyes was so prominent, it was infectious. Because of that glaze lily, that is how the two of you got into your favorite past time, story telling with your brother.

Also, imagine that sweet moment when you showed him your missing tooth and you both laughed off how you look ridiculous without it.

His stories were mostly vague, but they never fail to amaze you. Stories about flying cranes, about majestic stags, how Liyue was created by the Geo Archon. But never about the Yaksha, that was a truth for another time.

The time finally came when you were about to visit Liyue for the first time. It was for a physical check-up with Dr. Baizhu, Verr said. Normally, you and your mother should have left the inn a day ago because of the distance but Xiao insisted that he teleport the three of you to Liyue. That was the first time you disagreed with your brother. “But I want to see the roads and places going there!” Ah, an adventurer at heart.

Xiao crouched down to your level and ruffled your hair saying, “Sure, we can take the carriages on the way home. That way you can see the beauty of Liyue.”

But there was another thing that grabbed your interest. “But, gege, teleport? Are you like the adepti you tell me in your stories? Like they use their magic to go around places to keep us safe?” Then a fantastical idea popped in your head as you eyes shone bright! “Gege, are you an adeptus?!”

Xiao inwardly panicked and he had no words for your excited question. He didn’t expect to have you discover the truth so soon. But lying can bring him nowhere. He took a small glance at his mother, who was smiling at him encouragingly.

“Yes. I am one, but I will tell you more when you become older okay?” The first statement made you explode excitedly then the second statement made you pout. All in a milisecond. But at the back of your head, you listed this moment to your ‘adult stuff I want to know in the future.’

“Someday, I wanna be a cool adeptus like you!” You exclaimed proudly and Xiao smiled at your aspirations, but prayed with desperation to the Archons to never make that happen ever.

But this does not stop him from showing you his anemo vision. And now, your playtime involved use of his anemo <3

Your energy was basically uncontained when you step foot in the harbor and Xiao’s eyes were only at you. Despite having familial relationships, he still detests humans to a degree, so he glares at anyone suspicious walking on your merry way.

When you arrived Yujeng Terrace after the check-up, everyone was so surprised at how glaze lillies simply bloom at your presence, especially Madame Ping. But she was even more surprised when she saw you running to someone she hasn’t seen for so long. Seeing Xiao lift you up with a smile made Madame Ping’s worries for him ease down. Coming into eye contact, Xiao simply offered her a small bow. You noticed and saw the old lady he was bowing to. You were a respectful child, so even if you had no idea who the lady was, you also gave a small, shy bow to her way.

Since this was a one-day visit, you took your sweet time exploring the harbor with your mother and brother tailing you. You often would point things out that grabbed your interest. Sometimes, you would stop at the sight of a stray cat just for you to crouch down and pet it. You even found a black cat with gold eyes and a white diamond spot on its forehead. You excitedly lifted it to your arms and showed your brother, “It looks just like you, gege!”

On the first half of the travel back home, you marveled at the nature surrounding you. You never left the window side of the carriage you road. And then the latter half came, you were snuffed out like a candle with cat cozy in your arms and you cozy in Xiao’s arms, who was also asleep. Verr had etched this moment into her memory forever.

A/N: Might add another part? I dont know i am indecisive hahahaha If i do add some, prolly more about how you met Venti and Zhongli and your visit to your mother’s home land, Mondtsadt--

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin scenarios #genshin #genshin xiao #xiao genshin #xiao imagines #xiao scenarios #xiao x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader

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kate-m-art · 2 years

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Okay sooooooo what if I just rambled for a while about Siren AU because it's been in my drafts forever?

ajsjsjdjd okay okay this is stupid but hear my out, sirens lament au for the Hero of Legend. If you don't know, Sirens Lament was a webtoon I used to love and ajskd gosh I still adore the lore ajsjd

Basically the sirens are cursed, they were people who had a broken heart and were lured into the ocean by a siren song. The siren sings, kisses the person who has a broken heart and the curse is transferred, with the siren becoming human again and starting a new life and the broken hearted person losing their memories and becoming a siren themselves. They're left to roam the oceans until they can find someone to pass the curse onto themselves for a chance at a new life. Idk, with just how badly Koholint affected this guy I've always thought the vibe fit.

Arin let me ramble about this for a while a couple months ago and we thought up a couple ideas, so mainly the AU would go:

-Link grew up on Koholint Island as a normal resident. He lived a pretty happy life and and was sweet on his friend Marin

-one day tradegy strikes (I'm thinking it's because Link wasn't able to stop it, probably by monsters) and Marin passes. I don't know if it was just Marin or if the village was destroyed as well during the attack

-Link is absolutely heartbroken and feels like it was his fault, the pains too much and he ends up taking a sirens deal

-Then he's just wandering the ocean, having no idea where he came from or even what his name is. Sirens are effectively immortal, so who knows how many years he wandered for. He has no intention of passing on his curse though, he doesn't want anyone else to have to go through what hes had to.

-not all sad though, Link likes to learn stories and observe people. He loves singing as well, and has an angelic voice (I'll link a vid at the bottom of this post lol) He messes with ships and has a passtime of scaring sailors or those who come too close curious about his singing.

-For main storyline we jump to a coastal town where there's rumors about a monster that lurks in the nearby sea caves. There's one girl however who isn't afraid (Malon, the farmers daughter.) She often goes near there to listen to the otherworldly, melancholy melodies. They'll even sing together at times.

-Then you know, they eventually meet and,, Link has a friend again for the first time in who knows how long and Malon realizes the "monster" maybe isn't so otherworldly as everyone thought

There's more thoughts, like "Link" being the name he's chosen for himself (he saw it on some sunken items ones that should have been familiar and decided he liked it,,) Legend sharing his stories with Malon (ones he's picked up and,,, maybe ones about his own travels eventually as well), them loving to sing together (cave acoustics pretty) Malon giving him the first gentle physical contact he's had in years, feelings starting to grow but,,, things can only develop so far when he's determined not to pass his curse on to anyone TvT,,, someone he cares about losing their memories and basically their life would be a nightmare to him.

I think there were still a few more thoughts somewhere Arin and I had but ill stop there for now. Anyways yeah! If you read this far thanks for listening to me ramble lol. I care this au a lot as silly as it is TvT

(Also links voice HC for this au:)

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#siren au #siren hero of legend au #siren au lore #sirens lament au #links awakening au #convoluted aus my beloved #and mermaids my beloveds #TvT #thank you again to arin for listening tonme ramble and adding ideas #cant tell you how much i still love this one ajdkdk #♡#Youtube

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queen-yalo · 3 years

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FFXV | Headcanons | Meeting after 10 years

Request: How about HC for the chocobros where they see there S.O (you can choose if they were dating,engaged, or married) about 10 years (they were separated during the dark years and they meet about the light comes back) [by Anon]

A/N: Oh, that’s soooo good! ;-; These are all set at the end of Episode Ignis, the only TRUE ENDING, YOU CAN’T CHANGE MY MIND! >:( Hope you enjoy! ♥

Pairing(s): Gladiolus Amicitia x reader; Ignis Scientia x reader; Noctis Lucis Caelum x reader; Prompto Argentum x reader

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• Gladio was a mess. You were his safe haven when he lost his father. You grounded him. You kept him together. And now that he lost Noctis... he lost you too. It was truly the worst thing that could have happened.

• He hoped you were safe. He knew that you could handle yourself in a fight... but he’d much rather fight at your side still. Of course he kept looking for you, although he had to realize that it was practically impossible to find you in this mess, the darkness with daemons lurking everywhere.

• He tries not to let guilt eat at him. You were both part of the crownsguard and when he left with Noctis to Altissia and Insomnia fell he knew that you couldn’t just drop everything and go after him. You had a duty to fulfill, just like him. Still, he had hoped that you two would have seen each other again before the darkness took over the world.

• It was shortly after the first sunrise in ten years that he heard your voice. That voice that always stuck to him during those trying times. That voice that would still talk to him in his memories. “Gladio..?” You whispered as your eyes fell onto the familiar figure in front of you.

• Gladio wasn’t one to become emotional. But he’d be damned if he didn’t shed a few tears when he engulfed you in a warm yet bone-crushing hug. He couldn’t speak. He could only hold you and make silent promises to never let you go ever again.

• Ignis was a very rational man. Calm and collected at all times. Did that mean that he didn’t freak out every now and then? No. He just did it without anybody noticing. His form of freaking out was drinking tea instead of his beloved Ebony or eating Cup Noodles instead of cooking something himself.

• Of course, the people that knew him best noticed his behavior. And they knew why he wasn’t quite himself. First his eyesight, then Noctis and now you - his wife for not even two months. Life truly didn’t treat him kindly. It only seemed to take from him and not give a thing back.

• Ignis didn’t let it show, put on a brave face - but he was hurting. Hurting because he felt like a burden since he was blind. Hurting because he felt like a failure since they lost Noctis. Hurting because... he lost you. Well, he knew you weren’t really lost. You were hidden somewhere in a bigger city - safe and sound like you’re supposed to be. Unfortunately that also meant that Ignis had no chance of finding you in this mess.

• In the end though, his patience was well rewarded. After Noctis brought back the light, Ignis had a purpose again. And while he was so busy with being the King’s advisor again, time was flying by. Days turned into weeks, the city of Insomnia became a lively place again... and somewhere among those many groups that returned home... there was you. With a little travel companion. A girl, maybe... 10 years old?

• Ignis had cried openly before. His friends had seen it. You had seen it. He knew that nobody would laugh at him or blame him for that. And still, all of a sudden he felt so vulnerable when he held you in his arms again and sobbed like a little child. Speaking of little child... your daughter cried no less when she finally got to meet her father after all this time, clinging to him like her life depended on it. You were glad to finally be home again. The three of you had some serious catching up to do.

• Watching Noctis disappearing into the crystal... was tough to say the least. You tried to help him, tried to stop it... but eventually he just vanished into thin air. You were left behind, gaping into a black crystal, unable to fight back the sobs that escaped your throat.

• Ten years were a long time. Even longer when you didn’t know if (and: if yes) when a loved one would return. You spent your days (or endless nights rather) doing what you did best. Fight monsters, heal injuries, make people smile as best as you could. It wasn’t always easy, but somehow you managed.

• Gladio, Ignis and Prompto made the situation more bearable. At least you didn’t have to fight alone. You still had your new found family, even if it wasn’t complete at the moment.

• The day Noctis returned to the four of you felt surreal. You couldn’t believe it. It was really him climbing out of the little truck. He looked etheral. Older, yes. But no less beautiful than you remembered him. And for a fraction of a second you wondered... did he remember you? What happened the last ten years inside that crystal? Did he remember anything?

• His smile answered your unspoken questions, his embrace erased all the doubts in your mind, his kiss holding all the bottled up emotions. “Just one.” He mumbled against your lips. “One more duty to fulfill. And then I am all yours again.”

• Prompto was all over the place. First he was kidnapped, tortured, learned who (or rather what) he really was, suffered a minor existential crisis, lost his best friend... and now you were gone, too.

• All he wanted was to find you. You were always there to build him up, to support him, to boost his confidence, along with Noctis. He wasn’t sure he could manage without one of you - let alone with both of you gone. Scratch that, he was certain, he could not.

• But he had to. For you. For Noctis. For himself. He couldn’t always rely on other people, could he? He had to become his own support, his own boost. Even if it was difficult. But then again, there were also still Gladio and Ignis who became very good friends and tried to fill the holes you and Noctis left behind.

• Prompto was full of so many emotions when he found you again once the darkness was gone. He was so proud. Of you, for surviving those ten gruesome years. Of him, for becoming more independent and confident. Of the two of you, for still being together in a way... even though you haven’t seen each other in so long. Your bond was still there. Invisible but strong.

• The man Prompto became was different in a way. He looked older, he seemed calmer and more confident. But he was still a goofball. His lashes still tickled your skin when he peppered kisses all over your face to hear your melodious laugh. His freckled were still as gorgeous as you remembered them. He was still blushing so quickly. You two had to make up for quite some time. But now that everything was back the way it was supposed to be... you had all the time in the world, didn’t you?

#final fantasy xv #final fantasy 15 #final fantasy xv headcanons #final fantasy 15 headcanons #gladiolus amicitia #gladiolus x reader #gladiolus amicitia x reader #ignis scientia #ignis x reader #ignis scientia x reader #noctis lucis caelum #noctis x reader #noctis lucis caelum x reader #prompto argentum #prompto x reader #prompto argentum x reader

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suspiciouslybluemilktea · 3 years

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The Passed Out Princess Chapters 1-2

Pairing: My CMC (Uyu, Dan Byeol) x Suit Saeran

Description: On days 7-9 of Ray’s route, the player is denied food as “Saeran” makes his presence first known. But, what if MC fell very ill under this method of torture due to a medical condition? Sadly, my custom MC, Uyu (full name Dan Byeol), would deal with exactly this dilemma.

Content warning: Descriptions of throwing up, passing out, and meal skipping. Every food related issue mentioned is strictly medical, and based on my own condition.

This was written under the assumption that you have played Ray’s route in full, so route spoilers ahead! This takes place during the very beginning of day 8, and according to the timings and contents of the chat rooms, it would take place before Saeran cuts contact with the RFA and before he installs a camera to monitor MC in her room. It is timed to match closely around to when I’d get sick myself.

My CMC’s condition deals chronic with low blood sugar, meaning she has to eat to keep it up or suffer the consequences as seen here. It is not diabetes related, it is something she is born with as am I and is linked to more complicated matters I left out to keep it simple. Some symptoms include: growing light headed, severe dizziness, nausea, vomiting, and passing out. See all chapters

I wrote this with flexibility for whichever HC for Saeran you follow (DID or BPD), because whether or not he has one of the following, Rika has drilled it in his head that Ray and Saeran are separate entities, and Saeran views it this way. Consider it written the way Cheritz writes him, with nothing exactly too set.

To make things easier for myself, I’m uploading multiple chapters on each post, chapters only separated by lines. Here is 1 and 2

Ping!

The sound of Dan’s phone alerted her to rise and greet the day with a new chat room open.

As the morning sun took its place in the clear blue sky, the little woman sat up in her big bed, bangs sticking out in all directions as her head thumped with a dull pain. Hunger induced pain, she noted, as her stomach felt empty.

Despite the beauty of this early morning, the light pouring through the windows creating a rosy glow which engulfed the princess room; there was no beautiful light shining on the brunette’s new situation, seeming so dreary and dim.

Uyu still found herself wrapped up in this place, whisked away to a castle tucked deep within mountains known as Magenta. Every corner of the building was constructed brick by brick with a beautifully ornate architectural design, but the bright exterior was only a façade. If she was left caged like this for long, what would become of her? Driven to insanity, perhaps she’d attack and claw at the walls which confined her, unable to turn her anger to Saeran, the real victim in all this. The “savior” made it clear she was the true ruling figure who lurked about as the moon rose, the mastermind behind this place’s pain and suffering.

The night before, after being so kindly introduced to “Saeran”, this golden-haired angel confirmed herself to be quite the wicked witch of the west indeed, and it took everything out of Uyu to not call her harsher names to her face.

Mint Eye was hell redecorated to wear the guise of heaven, but pretty gardens and saccharine words could not fool her. Because Dan wore no wool over her eyes, the savior had no intention of allowing her to live long enough to become the new narrator of “The Yellow Wallpaper”; and she had no shoes to click together at the heel to wish her way home with who she came here for originally.

Just as Ray’s suit did, he changed, flipping like a light switch.

Saeran, the name V previously called him by, did succeed in giving her a good fright, his attitude being the least thing she expected to see after Ray’s earlier sobs over the phone.

Uyu was mainly focused on one solid question after their encounter, though. Just what did that “cleansing” entail in full detail? What did this place do to him, to make him weep and beg for a warm hand to hold one minute, only to push back and try to scare her the next?

It was as if he was caught, dragged by the feet somewhere inescapable, a pit damp and dark down under; rising from a shivering grave cold to the touch.

If it weren’t for her position, she wouldn’t have allowed it.

Now more than ever, this room built on the foundation of fantasy and delight felt like a birdcage which barely allowed her to wiggle an arm through its bars. She relied on her song, her sweet words which Ray claimed to tickle at his heart and hold a power over him like no other before. Her goal, of course, was to use this for good, influencing him to learn to appreciate and care for himself like he should. But now, she felt unable to do even that much, not that she’d give up trying.

Saeran wished to dismiss her and her actions entirely, evident from his need to spew the fact that he bestowed upon her the label of being less than a person, his toy. His play thing.

That sick twisting she felt pooling in her gut upon first hearing the term “cleansing” seemed all too in place.

Ray, as sweet as her prince charming was, had a knack for leaving out important details about this museum of wonder. To her best guess, it was done to avoid panic as none of what went on here could be viewed as normal, or ok. He only briefly mentioned things like the “elixir”, such as on the night V arrived to spiral this place’s plans into chaos.

That was the night she could officially mark a great importance in staying, despite the vast network of lies.

Uyu wasn’t entirely stupid, she had an idea of what the elixir might be a while back, but it was still hard to process regardless.

Saeran threatened to give her one of these cleansing ceremonies...and said he could “draw out the maximum pain in the process”, telling her whatever happened to him hurt. A “no duh” moment indeed, but it was confirmation.

Ray suffered, for no reason other than he was too enwrapped in his blooming feelings for her, something that shouldn’t be taken as a negative but was. It displeased the savior that his chains which bound him by the ankles began to jingle with his new yearning to take flight.

She couldn’t allow herself to lie down and give the savior the satisfaction of breaking her, not when she still had so much to do, and not when Saeran and the RFA were at risk.

As the cool night-time air blew around them, feeling its whisper through her long locks of hair, Ray opened up about Mint Eye’s beliefs as a sanctuary for the “weak”, who had no choice but to lock themselves away to avoid further hurt.

He clearly viewed himself as someone in this category. Weak. But Saeran? Saeran shoved and shouted, which felt like a complete opposite to Ray’s whimpers and pleading. He even went as far as to accuse her of manipulation, of treating Ray like a puppet as she watched him dance to the harp she plucked.

Looking past his outburst and itch to watch her squirm, there stood a man seething with hate sparked entirely by twisted lies and his own fears. He gave himself away rather quickly as he attempted to say she messed with “hisna vefeelings” for some “big plan”.

She had to trust that there were boundaries he wouldn’t cross, being so close to her and forceful...and that was where her panic truly lied. But for now, she’d bank on the idea that he just wanted to scare her, staying alert in case he went too far. There were vases around from Ray’s various gifts that could be used as a weapon during the extreme. Unlike her, Saeran had no fighting skills either, but currently she was a bit too ill for those measures.

For once, a room so pink made her feel neither cozy nor at home.

Uyu’s fuzzy morning vision was then attracted to a black blob hanging on the doorknob. With a little eye rub, she made it out to be a dress, and a rather pretty one at that. In the way it was cut, it would expose much of her shoulders and upper back, the top front of it connected to a bow tied around the back of a neck piece with strings of fabric; like an attached choker. She could only assume it was a “gracious gift” bestowed upon her from the man she saw take Ray’s place. Apparently, he has a thing for black.

Her little device chimed again, and then once more, third time giving her the last push of annoyance she needed to reach over and respond to the opened chatroom.

She sighed with relief seeing Seven was the person active online, as she could now pester him with questions about what he was seeing on his end of the fight. They typed away, Uyu expressing concern for both of the hackers as they discussed Ra-Saeran’s new careless and aggressive tactics to snag him a victory.

As time passed, Jumin joined to ask questions as well, mainly circling around the governmental commendation from the Prime Minister to recognize the RFA for their charity work. Uyu stuck to her gut and pushed against the idea of it being a complete positive.

While both V and Seven acted oddly around the idea of the commendation, the RFA was also just a small organization which had only held two parties previous to Rika’s “passing”. The award was too fishy to trust in her judgment, especially now that she understood things going on around here weren’t at all what they had seemed to be.

Mint Eye wasn’t the only organization she was caught in that held its secrets.

After a bit of talking, Jumin agreed that the prime minister’s reasoning had to be figured out before any final decisions could be made. Everyone logged off, Seven returning to the battlefield and Jumin to stitching in his car.

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The need for food grew worse.

Uyu showered and changed into the outfit provided…not having much of a choice to do otherwise unless she wanted to rewear old clothing. She felt down and sluggish as she dressed the way her toy maker willed, the dark frills of her attire tickling against her thighs as her step dragged. She was still ok enough to make herself look presentable, even if done at such a pace.

Her hair changed to a solid dark brown color as it took in the shower water, the gold ombré reaching her tips returning upon giving it a blow dry, making sure Saeran would have less to scoff next he saw her. She wasn’t aiming to avoid his crude comments, but instead trying to make herself feel good. Call her smelly all he wants, she knows she isn’t.

Saeran was aiming to play into her insecurities, maybe full well knowing she had so very many of them as he tried to wind her up. The least she could do was confirm his lies to be lies in the ways she knew how, if not for him then for her. She couldn’t allow him to figure out what made her gears stop, whether his words were true or not. This was no game of knife throwing, and she was no target.

11:00 AM crept up on her as she moped around quietly in her dollhouse, waiting for Saeran to come and try to take a good yanking on her marionette strings.

Dan sat upon the bed as the empty-headed feeling and banging in her temple raged, shifting to lay down fully and make herself more comfortable. If she stood for too long, she’d sway and wobble as her vision turned to black, purple and green swirls, momentarily clouding both her sight and mind.

Despite her numerous texts and occasional calls, she still heard nothing from Saeran. Not a peep.

She was growing restless as well as worried for him, and what would become of her as she continued to go unfed.

Her phone buzzed, shifting her attention over to it groggily, eyes half lidded as she wanted to sleep off this sinking feeling. Soon, she’d start to go down like the Titanic as lunch time acted as her iceberg.

Uyu hoped it was her self-proclaimed master, only to let out a grumble seeing that it wasn’t. Instead, it was Zen who had logged on.

She chatted with him, trying her best not to voice her ever-growing discomfort from skipping last night’s dinner as well as that morning’s breakfast, lunch time now creeping just around the corner.

After a quick talk, she’d call Saeran again...as uncomfortable as that conversation would be, it was her only viable option to kill the onslaught of nausea.

As they talked for a while, Yoosung joined the conversation as well….with talk of food; stew he was in the middle of making to be precise. She felt her stomach churn and rumble as the need for rest fell over her like a weighted blanket, being the only escape from the inevitable vomit now building up inside.

She logged off within another couple of seconds as the hot sweat began.

Dan swallowed thickly as her stomach went haywire, guts twisting, coaxing her to run to the toilet and empty out the water she could at least keep herself going on from the bathroom tap.

Leaving her phone on the bed, she rose to her feet best she could, stumbling till she reached the cold tiles of the bathroom floor. There, she fell to her knees, pulling her long hair back and away from her damp face, lifting up the toilet seat before her.

Within a mere moment, she felt the contents claw at the inside of her throat with a burning sensation, attempting to break free. She shuddered as her body suddenly fell in temperature, before allowing whatever her tummy could offer up to slip past her lips, color in her face all too faded away, displaying her illness. Gagging and choking noises echoed throughout the small room as the rather clearish liquid flowed from her mouth, tears from the discomfort blurring her vision as she blinked them away.

She stayed like that by the toilet for a while, throwing up a couple more times before making certain that event was over for the time being. Uyu considered herself extremely lucky that none was able to touch her or end up in her hair, but not nice to say vomiting wasn’t new to her. She knew the tricks.

Oddly, when something like this would happen, it gave her a tiny amount of strength back. It was strangely relieving, although emptying her stomach further. Her tummy was able to untense a tad.

She blew her nose and wiped her eyes before giving it all a flush down.

A fast teeth brush followed before she stumbled over to bed where she had left her phone. She fiddled with the RFA app until she could reach Saeran’s contact profile. Trying not to let the dread of being ignored again wash over her, she dialed up his number, both nervous and praying this time for a response.

After that last fit was over, her condition would move her into another stage, passing out being the only thing to come next without the blood sugar spike she needed.

The ringing went on for what felt like an eternity as she groaned and pressed her face into the pillow.

“Pick up...pick up damn it please pick up…”.

Uyu wished that she had made a bigger fuss over this earlier rather than attempting to swallow it and wait it out. Being distracted by “the savior” and Saeran’s screaming was something she shouldn’t have allowed herself to do in the midst of endangering her own health. What was she thinking? She knew it would reach this point, it always does if left unchecked. She internally cursed herself for not speaking up more assertively.

After another moment, his angry voice finally came through the speaker and she sighed softly with relief. The last she had heard from him was at four in the morning.

“Feeling this lonely and desperate already, hmm? Tch...what makes you think you have the right to contact me over and over again when I’m doing important work unlike you?”

She huffed on the other end, which he paid no mind.

“All you do is fiddle around like a good for nothing. You didn’t seem so happy to chat with me last time we spoke, but now you’re all eager and ready? You’re just itching for another visit aren’t you? Impatient little princess~.”

He let out an airy chuckle, finding her repeated acts of calling him rather amusing.

“Don’t worry. I have play time all planned out for you soon, you pest. I’ll bother you ten times more than you ever bothered me-”

She cut off his angry rambling, mumbling quietly as she spoke.

“Saeran...can you please come here? I’m not well right now and I don’t know how much longer I can keep myself functioning...I already threw up-”

“Speak up, you complainer! Seriously? You want to see me so badly that you’d put on an elaborate show? Princess...you can’t win any sort of sympathy from me by acting like a brat. Ugg, I’m going to hang up now. I’ll be imagining the million ways I can punish you for this later, stupid toy. I’m busy! Too busy for a bug like you to understand! You waste my time-”

“Wait please...please come here...it’s harder for me to explain over the phone. I...mentioned this problem earlier..please…”

And she had, briefly attempting to bring it up as he invaded a chat room between her and Jaehee.

“Begging now?”

He took on a sad tone of childish mockery as he continued.

“Please please please...please come see me... AHAHA! You airhead. I know what your medical records look like, and therefore I know you’re spinning a lie. You’re not to be trusted just as my savior says. There’s nothing there pertaining to some sort of eating issue other than the fact that your weak little body can’t handle milk…‘Uyu’~.”

He teased at her chosen nickname, and while the irony was why it was picked, this was less than fun.

“Now quit whining over an empty stomach when it hasn’t even been a full day! It’s no fun to see you give up so fast!”

Dan tried her best not to slur her speech, the task assigned to speak up being too hard of one to follow.

“Fine...fine don’t believe me. But…..it doesn’t hurt to come anyways. Since you want to see me suffer….or whatever….”

“Or whatever??? Toy, if I come see you right now...you won’t like what you’re going to get. I haven’t an ounce of pity in me to give you if that’s what you’re searching for. I'm not the type to let you rest in my lap as I stroke your hair and tell you it will be alright, and I won’t give in and feed you. Instead, I’ll make sure you never wish to call me again.”

“...ok…”

“Ok? Ok?? Haha! ...ok then. Let’s see how pathetic you’ve become as you beg and plead to me in person, little actor. Playtime is happening earlier today than I had planned. Congratulations! I’m extra pissed.”

Call ended.

She let out a puff of air, dropping her phone down next to her before closing her eyes, not bothering to stand in preparation for his arrival.

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breaddaerb · 3 years

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Soviper anon strikes again

Can I have a first kiss for my favorite couple ?

And I love your hcs so much, keep writing!

[ sova x viper III ]

✎↷: hi again anon! ah.. striking me again, but i am still standing >:D! be warned, i’m trying to speed run my inbox requests right now, but i hope you enjoy these!

this is not how viper predicted she would end up on a friday evening. pushed up behind a few boxes on haven, a rifle shoved into her bloodied hands, breath hushed and uneven as she huffed and puffed quietly. the enemies were closing in around her, and the miscalculation of how many there were was how she ended up in this predicament in the first place.

reinforcements were coming. but she was out of poison, only had a few bullets, and hardly any of her health left. the world around her was hazy every now and then, and that was when she knew that she completely ran out of options. distantly, she knew that killjoy and omen were lurking somewhere, though their statuses shouldn’t be better than her own. this would be a loss for all of them, it seemed.

viper still fought. wielding her gun in an accurate and desperate spray, she hosed down the enemies around her, finishing the last of them. viper couldn’t ignore her howl of pain as a bullet lodged itself into the tender part of her shoulder, but so long as she was alive for a second longer, that was what mattered.

sova is the one who found her. his arms were around her in an instant, lifting her battered body up into his lap. “sabine! sabine, you.. you’re here. you’re alive!” his voice was ecstatic and concerned all at once, and as her ivy gaze met his sky-born eyes, she released a soft chuckle.

“it’s.. not hard to believe. you should get used to seeing me around.” viper said, a hand trembling as it placed itself on sova’s forearm. this was how their love was spent. in the midst of battle, a cover or a smoke, it was the war that bound them together. and how strong and compelling this storm was, like viper had found shelter during the most dreadful of scenes.

“no! i mean, i never really doubted you, sabine. i’m just - ah, so happy. hold on longer for me, okay? skye is coming soon.” he cooed softly, bringing the scientist’s full body onto his lap and holding her against his chest. his warmth wasn’t like the blood that spewed from her wounds, but it was alive. alive, and it was happy for viper herself. how.. charming.

viper closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the bulk of sova’s shoulder. “me? holding on for you? i couldn’t imagine it.” his face turned to one of surprise, and the owl squeaked. “i didn’t mean it that way! it was more like—“

he never did get to finish his sentence before the american’s lips landed on his, silencing any word that may have slipped by. the russian’s eye widened, but as soon as he registered what was going on, he tilted his face back into the gesture. this was not how he had fantasized it to happen, though with viper, everything she did was a fantasy itself. it was part of his life now too.

the kiss was short and sweet, only savored for a second until viper hissed in pain and moved away. sova went to offer his support, adjusting his arm to relieve pressure on the woman’s back. viper wasn’t good at showing when she was troubled, but by now, he could tell.

“rest, sabine.” sova smiled down at her, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. “i’ll take care of you.”

#valorant #valorant scenarios #soviper #sova #viper #yeahhh this was cute #i am a hoe for battle kisses okay #wlm

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risingsouls · 3 years

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Recruited: Chapter 1

[Yeah it’s for real happening because I’m weak. So here it is. I’m basically going to write out my new recruited verse because I have lost control of my life.

Shoutout to @kiealer for a mention of her OC’s healer race and the HC we have that Vegeta and co demolished most of them. :3]

Nabooru

Traveling beyond the bounds of her desert home had always been limited. Within the desert, never ending sandstorm made venturing too far from known landmarks treacherous for fear of never returning or serving as a meal for the beasts lurking beneath the sands or in caverns. Beyond the eastern border lay greater Hyrule. Lush, green, thriving.

To Nabooru, it always felt like she was stepping into an entirely different world and not simply because of the stark contrast of weather and scenery. In her younger years, the culture shock hit her harder than more recent years. Women didn't fight and served their husband's needs and desires. It was rare that they served in government, and it was almost taboo for them to talk about it. To have an opinion of matters deemed "too dirty" for the so-called fairer sex. Most resided in the home and only the men provided. They dressed modestly, and did not speak out of turn. None of which would have bothered Nabooru had the denizens not tried to hold Gerudo women to to same standards while traipsing through Castle Town or outside of the desert. The mostly matriarchal Gerudo, where women ruled and fought and drank and cursed. Where their sexuality was celebrated and not demonized (though many Hylian men and women alike had celebrated right along with them for at least one night of their lives until the sun rose and those same Gerudo became whores and heathens once more). Who cooked and cleaned and raised children. Gerudo women did everything Hylian women did and then some.

If the lesson didn't stick with Nabooru the few times she ventured out with her best friend, Aveil, against her will, it certainly did when she joined Ganondorf at court. When she spoke among the other delegates of Hyrule's court, it wasn't uncommon for her to face chortling, eye rolling, or grimacing. Ganondorf could then repeat the same point moments later, word for word, and be met with at least some modicum of agreement or a proper debate.

And that only touched on the prejudice spurred by anger and fear Hyrule harbored toward her people. The Civil War may have ended in a peaceful treaty, one promising unity and safety, a new beginning. But none forgot how avidly and proudly the Gerudo fought for their sovereignty until their second to last breath. The skills and power of the demons from the desert.

None of that mattered for Nabooru any more. Hyrule was far behind, somewhere in the vast, new realm of space that she could never possibly fathom before she boarded a ship primed for traveling such an expansive place beyond the world and reality she understood. She could only guess what other planets might offer her in terms of terrain or people. What her new life as a soldier to a galactic emperor entailed. But beneath the inorganic lighting and in the midst of technological advances even the brightest on her home planet could not begin to dream up, she hadn't found much opportunity to ask while she struggled to process her surroundings. Stars and debris whizzing by windows as they passed them. The words her new commanders spoke amongst themselves.

“Remind me your name?”

It took Nabooru several seconds to note the silence that had befallen her company, curiosity and shock holding her gaze transfixed to the door that slid open of its own accord to admit them. She tried to mask the hurried step she took over the threshold as well as she could, though her continued awestruck surveillance of her surroundings--the large screens along the walls displaying information, the flashing lights, the beeps and low, mechanical hums--displayed the mixture of her curiosity and apprehension of it all no matter the measures she took to downplay them. And, when she finally found the emperor and his generals again, their mixed bags of expressions confirmed her failure. Frieza stared at her with an increasingly amused smirk, his tail tapping against the side of his chair, one a parent gives a learning child. The wide, pink general with a layer of spikes on top of his otherwise bald head and forearms grunted, his expression squished in impatience. The taller of the two sporting a green braid and a tiara with matching earrings tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, yellow eyes half-lidded in either boredom or disbelief.

Nabooru straightened her posture, mind working overtime to replay the last few seconds and figure out what sort of answer they expected her to give to a question she hoped she heard. She chewed the inside of her cheek, and hoped the blush in her cheeks was less apparent than it felt when she came up short.

“I apologize,” she bowed her head, unsure of the proper etiquette, “did you ask me something? I’m...a little overwhelmed.”

“Yes, I suppose even just this ship is quite a marvel to you, isn’t it, coming from such a technologically barren planet as yours? It has been quite some time since we recruited someone from a planet like yours.” Nabooru released the breath she held and raised her head again, returning to her full height and her hands behind her back when Frieza didn’t berate her for her misstep. A small voice inside her whispered how it wished he hadn’t whisked her away from her home, but she tamped it down like a stubborn weed before the sentiment could reflect itself in her eyes. “You will get used to it soon enough. As for what I asked, I requested your name. I like to know what to call my more promising acquisitions.”

Another fight to keep her expression neutral, her pride festering at being referred to as some otherworldly trinket that caught his eye. She lowered her head again. “My name is Nabooru, my lord. I thank you for the opportunity to serve you.”

Bitter words on her tongue. Subjugation didn’t suit her, but laying the act on thick felt like the right move with the emperor. The whispers of his other soldiers about his temperament swirled through her mind as a constant reminder to behave if she wanted to survive. A reality that would take some adjusting to, and, once more, a role she didn’t want to play. One given without the luxury of choice.

“Splendid. Then, let’s get straight to business then.” He raised a pitch-taloned hand and the taller of the generals stepped forward. “Once we arrive at the base, Zarbon will give you the tour and enumerate your daily schedule for the time being. He will also outfit you with a proper uniform.”

Nabooru glanced between the three of them, taking the time to note that they all sported similar attire, as had the soldiers who first landed on Hyrule. She still wore the clothes she left Hyrule in: her patterned bandeau and pink pants in the typical Gerudo style along with the jewels she adorned herself in. The chest piece looked like armor of some sort, and though she never cared much for it, it didn’t look entirely uncomfortable. She wasn’t worried about the look of it either, as there seemed to be different styles and perhaps she would get lucky with one that suited her taste and figure. What did bother her was that her attire was all that she had with her to remind her of her home, her past and people, due to the instruction to pack light if anything at all. She gripped the strap of the bag slung over her shoulder; the changes of clothes she brought along felt all the more irrelevant.

She nodded as a show of understanding, sensing that resistance or questioning of the regimen set out for her would only go ignored if she was lucky. When the three returned to their own conversations about the successes of a few planetary ventures, the prospects of others to be considered in the future, Nabooru used the rest of the flight to drink in whatever information she could from them and her surroundings. What she would be expected to do. How the technology surrounding her worked or what she would needed to understand for her own purposes. The personalities of the emperor and his most trusted generals. A difficult task when, perhaps purposefully, they kept their talk clinical and impersonal. Emotionless reactions to each report, whether good news or bad.

When the ship landed at the base, a large edifice that could pass for a castle on her home planet save for its plainness and more angular architecture, Zarbon led her away from the emperor and his fellow general, his boredom once more pervasive on his immaculate face. His tone of voice matched it as he pointed out areas of interest: the mess hall, showers and bathrooms (a mild concern to her when she only saw what she identified as male bodies entering or exiting them), and the expansive halls that held the soldiers’ quarters where she would sleep. He did not spend much time discussing any of them, their functions self-explanatory enough. So Nabooru hoped. The last thing she wanted was to find that, after a long day, her bed was some sort of complicated apparatus or had some fancy voice command that made it comfortable enough for rest.

The door to another room slid open and she followed. “This is where you will have your daily lessons considering your...under educated background,” he said, the hint of a sneer on his lips. “Mostly teaching you the basics you will need to operate the most rudimentary of our tech needed to do your job efficiently along with the expectations of your role in planetary trade.”

“Trading planets?” Nabooru couldn’t help how her eyes narrowed, the implications of such a business unpleasant at best in her mind. Not to mention what that could mean for her own home. Was their fate as secure as she thought? She hid her distaste by continuing to survey the room and commit its location to memory. It looked like a fairly ordinary, all purpose classroom. Another expansive screen replaced a chalkboard at the head of the room with a metal podium in front of it. Two rows of glass-topped desks faced the front of the room. It made her wonder if others would be joining her for her lessons.

Zarbon flipped his braid over his shoulder. “Yes. Our business is in finding planets to trade or sell and readying them for such transactions in most cases. Others are used for the empire’s purposes if they’re deemed worthwhile for some reason or another. Much like yours.”

Hyrule had been lucky, then. Avoided a likely more violent takeover, potentially thanks to her people’s warrior prowess. While she doubted Ganondorf and the rest of the Gerudo would be horribly merciful when they took over, she had a feeling they would spare far more than Frieza’s forces if the decision concerning their planet had swung the other way. She would have laughed at the irony of it had better circumstances been offered for amusement.

“I see…”

“You will learn more about that here. It isn’t my job to teach you such basics.” He moved to the door and Nabooru took her cue to follow. “You will be expected to report here first thing in the morning after the first meal and your lessons will last until the afternoon meal. The rest of your day will be spent training so you can get a better handle on your ki and utilizing it in the most efficient ways for your station.”

“I mean no disrespect and I understand the need for learning the other facets of my new job, but that sounds more up my alley than sitting in a classroom for several hours.”

“Of course. It is expected of you warrior types.” Nabooru could hear the eyeroll in his voice despite her position behind him. Along with the scrunch of his nose with his next scoffed statement: “Speaking of brainless imbeciles…”

Her curiosity outweighed the split second surge in her temper over the insult to her and her people along with whoever the general had spotted in front of him. She took a step to the side to peer around Zarbon as they continued down the corridor. Three men in the similar style of armor as the rest of the crew strode toward them, a shorter one flanked by two much larger figures, the sight reminiscent of her first exposure to Frieza and his generals. The two in the back--a bald one with a mustache and the second’s large stature the only thing keeping him from being swallowed by the mass of black spikes sprouting from the top of his head down to the top of his boots--appeared to be in high spirits, excitedly discussing their latest victories and sharing in each other’s laughter. The one in the middle paid them little mind, his dark gaze only shifting from its fixed, forward position to note the two of them approaching. His lips curled into a smirk.

“Well, well. Did Frieza let you off your leash for once?” He cast Nabooru a fleeting glance but little more. His hand rose to press a button on the side of the device fitted over his ear connected to red glass over his eye. The two behind him had stopped laughing and followed suit, exchanging a glance between them. “And for babysitting duty nonetheless. Is there a demotion in your future?”

“Remember your place, Vegeta, before I have to forcefully remind you of it,” Zarbon sniffed, his haughty air rivaling that of the shorter male. Any ounce of resentment she had sensed over the task meted out to him disappeared, replaced by what she could only describe as pride in his sense of duty to Frieza. Once more, Nabooru had to dampen the urge to, at the very least, snort at the display. “I do hope the report from your latest mission is better than the last. Frieza wasn’t particularly fond of the amount of near irreparable collateral damage you and your baboons caused in sacking it.”

“Hmpt.” Movement at Vegeta’s waist caught Nabooru’s eye. What she had mistaken for a furry belt turned out to be a tail, the end of which had loosed itself from its secure position for a moment before it tucked itself back into place. “Whatever. We got the job done when all your other units failed. It’s a sad day when Nappa here can figure out the secret of their healing abilities when none of your top picks could. How many fleets failed and crawled back to base with nothing to show for it? Three? Four?”

“It hardly matters when you can’t follow simple instructions. Two prisoners is hardly recompense for the damage. But unfortunately, your fates are not mine to decide.” Zarbon twisted around to nod to Nabooru. “Come. We’ve wasted enough time with filth.”

The two larger men stepped aside as Zarbon pushed onward, and Nabooru didn’t miss the fire in their supposed leader’s or their own eyes as she passed. The seething rage bubbling beneath the surface at such a dismissal. The kind she had grown used to on her home planet when dealing with Hyrule’s court. She bit the inside of her cheek to distract her from such empathy she couldn’t afford. While she didn’t trust Zarbon either, she had no real intent of making alliances here if she could help it. She worried enough about the welfare of her people whose fate could very well be tied to her own performance within Frieza’s ranks. Whatever the story of those three tailed warriors and the animosity they had toward Zarbon and he to them, it was of no importance to her. Squabbles between ranks and authority were bound to happen in a militaristic environment.

Another door slid open and the pair entered what Nabooru could only describe as a storage room. Arrays of what she assumed were weapons lined the walls alongside cabinets and displays for the armor she would soon don. She waited near the doorway while Zarbon considered each set. “You would do best to steer clear of those Saiyans if you want to avoid trouble. Or be successful.” He picked out a set and held the pile of clothing out to her. “Before you ask, yes, it will fit. All of it stretches to even the most extreme sizes.”

When Zarbon turned around, Nabooru took that as her cue to change into the new outfit. Setting her satchel on the floor, she picked through the garments to figure out the sequence with which she was meant to put them on before undressing. She started with what looked like the pieces that went beneath the armor: a long sleeved, high neck-lined top in a deep red several shades darker than her bright hair and a matching pair of bottoms cut to cover little more than her private areas. A single test revealed that they did stretch with incredibly little resistance and enough for her to slip them on with little trouble. Though far from what she was used to, the fabric was more breathable than expected and fit her like a second skin.

She picked up the armor next, the same cut as that she had seen on most of the other soldiers save for the wings on the shoulders and hips, and the chest portion looked more suited to a feminine form. It stretched just as easily as the singlet, and she pulled it on over her head, sliding her arms through the straps. Once more, even the armor seemed to mold to her shape without being too tight or restricting her movement.

As she tugged on the last few pieces of her new uniform--thigh high socks of the same material as her singlet and a pair of white, leather gloves and boots much like those she noted the smaller Saiyan wore--she watched Zarbon shift to another storage unit and tap in a code. A drawer popped out and, when she informed him she was decent and he faced her again, he held one of the devices they all wore over an eye in his hand. This one with orange glass.

"This is your scouter. It scans power levels and acts as a communicator, among other useful functions you will be taught in your lessons." He handed it over, and Nabooru turned it over in her hands. "I'm sure you will find it useful."

“Power levels? Like how strong another person is?”

“Indeed. No need to worry about wearing it now, but do remember to take it to your lessons.” Zarbon swept past her and back to the door, and Nabooru didn’t need any coaxing to follow. She dropped the scouter into her bag along with the rest of her belongings and shouldered it before following him back into the hall.

"We have one more stop, the medical bay," the general continued in that same bored tone, but Nabooru noted a flicker of what she assumed was excitement over the prospect of finishing the task so beneath him and returning to his proper duties. "Its use is what you would expect, of course. It is where we will part ways. You will have your translator chip installed. By the time you wake up, it will likely be dinner. After you'll have time to do as you please for now. Fill it how you wish."

She almost failed to register any other information that followed the first bit. "Translator chip?" She felt dumb asking so many seemingly obvious questions. "Installed how?"

"It is a simple and near painless procedure," he responded, his sigh just barely held back. "We all have them for ease of communication. The task of learning every language in the universe would be all too time consuming, and not everyone can speak the galactic standard."

Nabooru nodded despite the discomfort she felt over what sounded invasive and too foreign for her liking. The reason behind it made sense. She had taken the time to learn as much of the other languages of Hyrule as she could, and to describe the endeavor as time consuming put it lightly. Not to mention the imperfection of it. In the time she left her home, she had only gotten a taste of the vastness of the universe. If it took her years to get a grasp on just a handful of languages, it would take eons to manually learn all the languages of every race in the universe. Reasoning through it, deeming this chip useful, still did nothing to ease her apprehension.

The double doors to the medical bay slid to each side and admitted them into the sterilized space so unlike the healing ward back home. Several tanks lined the far wall, and more screens lined half of the one adjacent to it The doctors wore the similar armor the rest of them did, though the one who approached the pair from the rows of cots on the other end of the room wore a white robe of sorts beneath his armor. His bushy orange eyebrows and beak-like snout made him resemble a rotund, wingless bird.

The conversation he and Zarbon held between one another was clipped and short, all business and no filler about the reason for their visit--one the doctor had been made aware of and prepped for prior, he proudly noted--as well as a discussion over new recruits to the medical bay and their adjustment. From the sounds of it, they were the prisoners he had mentioned in the conversation with the Saiyans. She had to keep herself from snorting when the doctor discussed a certain reluctance to help; if she didn't fear her own rebelliousness would trickle down to the fate of her people, she might not be so compliant. Piecing together the brief tiff in the hallway with this information suggested they had little left to lose.

Zarbon turned to her once more. "This is where I take my leave. Keep to your schedule and don't cause trouble. Frieza may have chosen you specifically out of a gaggle of mediocre warriors, but that does not mean you're valuable."

With a toss of his head and one last pointed glare, the general left her alone with the doctor and a smoldering combination of helplessness and anger searing her heart and lungs. He wasn't wrong; that she had no reservations about. But hearing it, feeling it in the presence of these warriors, generals, and other help within the base, she could not deny her expandability. How her rank on her home planet meant nothing now, and she had been kicked from the top to the bottom, her life of hard work and pushing herself to fight better and harder than the next Gerudo, learn everything she could to improve her station, all she did to earn rank and respect among her people had been reduced to cinders here. She was starting over with no real idea where she was headed. Where she could head, if anywhere at all.

Survive. That's what she had been taught to do first and foremost. The costs of survival, of not endangering the deal made to ensure her people got the better life she always wanted for them, would have to be worth paying.

The doctor led her to one of the tables and instructed her to lie back, the cool metal on the few portions of skin left uncovered making her shiver. She listened for a moment to the explanation of the procedure--a gas to put her under, an incision behind the ear, and just a bit of prodding around in her brain--before she decided that her ignorance of it would keep her from bolting. He fitted a mask to her face and told her to simply breathe deep and count backward or recite some poetry. Nabooru hardly made it through a line of a Gerudo poem she did happen to memorize before the gas clouded her brain and muddled her words. Her eyes fluttered closed, the tension in her body eking out of her, her hands balled into tight relaxing as she succumbed to sleep.

#:: nabooru ☀#:: u7 recruited ☀#// vegeta ♅#fic: recruited #pre-z shit is my jam #and im glad to be writing shit in that realm

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Armie Hammer wants a sequel to The Man From U.N.C.L.E.—shouldn’t you?

This post is a long time in coming, Gentle Readers and @jammeke, but now, though it might be here, before your very eyes, to think it will be well-laid out would be a mistake. It’s set to be just about as messy as Ilya’s misplaced loyalties and murky motivations.

How dare!

I probably first watched this film well over a year ago (courtesy @jammeke posting things about it). I used Sling OnDemand (I think on TNT). In the ensuing viewings I also watched it in that way, but as I was sitting down for a fourth(?) viewing, it kept coming to me that I was tired of watching it with commercials I couldn’t skip, and I had a sneaking suspicion that it had been edited for time and I was missing out on scenes. [pointless aside: I was also watching the film in chunks, and never as a whole]

Where is she now? What’s the time stamp? How far along did she get? Are you shagging the hotel hostess yet?

So, I, uh, set out to buy it on DVD—without any luck! In the sense that copies I could find cost more (w/ shipping) than buying it to stream. So, I bought it to stream on Amazon. Do I regret my choice, Gentle Readers? No, no I don’t. I do regret burden of knowledge in learning that TNT was already playing the entirety of the film. That was a hard pill to swallow.

Nope, I’ve looked. That’s absolutely everything. Nothing additional lurking around here...

So here it is, as it is, @jammeke, “My Notes on The Man from U.N.C.L.E.”

Look, I don’t know what this film is. I probably can’t fully articulate its appeal. Or maybe I can--certainly after transcribing four page I’ve tried. Number One thing to know about me and fiction/films is that a top draw for me is seeing something out of the ordinary, such as beautiful locations, a historical era, delicious costumes. There are times, frankly, this can trump weak story and undefined character for me. (The best films, of course, combine all three) Certainly, The Man... delivers in the delight of the eyes. Additionally, I must confess that growing up as a person older than @reblogginhood but younger than Miss Fisher, so much of what was on TV was essentially reruns of this film’s iconic Look(tm). So, when I see women dressed like Gaby I am just another three-to-seven-year-old overcome with the drop dead glamour of it all.

Darling, tell me how you really feel...

Some questions I have:

· IS Armie Hammer a hulk of a man? Everyone in this film seems to think so, yet he always tracks to me as trim (rather than hulking)

· Why translate via captions some Russian speaking, but not all?

· IS Napoleon’s backstory directly cribbed from USA’s White Collar?

· DOES Gaby have a German accent?

· Does Ilya get preternaturally attached to all the people he’s ordered to look after? Also, what is his bonding rate with kittens?

Sorry, wrong iteration.

· If Lady Villain knows the lens is wrong—if her technical understanding is that in-depth--does she really need Gaby’s dad to make the bomb?

· How old was Gaby during the war?

· What happens when Ilya gets a NEW puppy assigned to him? (please let this be addressed in film #2)

Hooray for:

· That bathroom fight! *all the Burn Notice feels!

· Gaby is her own lady, and chooses sides as necessary—not always unilateral in her support for either male character. Case in point: she sides with Ilya over the clothes, and Napoleon over the incident of the wallet.

· That delicious (speaking as Rusty, here) Ocean’s 11-stylized action. It’s pretty, so I’m not bored with it. Sometimes a sandwiched montage gets shown, so I’m REALLY not bored. I’ve got 18 tiny moving boxes of things to look at!

· Pinkie rings. There, you’ve told me everything I need to know about that character.

· Solo in a beret. English has not yet found a word for the feeling it evoked in this viewer. Somewhere between ‘precious’ and ‘oh, no’.

See, there? Now you’ve felt it too.

· Goggles! All the accessories! Dune Buggies! (I mean, that’s what I’m calling Napoleon’s chase-scene ride)

Things I adore:

· It seems (after some research) that more than a few folks view Gaby as a third wheel, and though she’s not exactly a Princess Leia commandeering her own rescue and exuding competence and a deserved take-charge-attitude at every corner, she IS a foci for both male characters (though romantically it would seem only for one), just as Ilya is a foci for both her and Napoleon [no one seems to worry about Napoleon, though they should--film #2, anyone?]

· Mechanic Gaby not needing a beauty makeover, or being dragged into one. She gets some nice clothes, but it’s never suggested that she’s not attractive or acceptable before putting them on, and I respect, nay, embrace it.

Oh, my heart. She’s still not as tall as them!

· Ilya, drab pigeon Ilya, knowing fashion

· Oh man, don’t even get me started on the power of the statement, “it doesn’t have to match”

· You knew it was coming on this sublist: the wrestle-fight. I mean, c’mon. Poor little Gaby, locked behind the Iron Curtain, living a life of always being watched. She’s in the swankest hotel (I mean, Napoleon chose it, so we can be sure it’s swank with an E). She’s trying to celebrate her freedom, her liberation. She’s playing verboten music, she’s drinking to excess. Girl wants—and deserves—a party. And Ilya is…not built for that (that he knows of). For some fun, just imagine if she had been given Napoleon to room with instead.

o I will say that this scene, and some of their other interactions have what I would call early (non-sibling) Luke and Leia energy. Ilya seems to have moments of being struck by Gaby in a way Luke is struck by Leia in the early part of the trilogy. When Leia takes charge, and Luke accepts it. When Leia does something incredible, and Luke is left open-mouthed. *no, I don’t see OT Star Wars in everything. Shut up.

· “He fixed the glitch.”

· Again, shout-out to the non-action action.

· “I left my jacket in there.”

· The whole race to rescue Gaby I am in love with beyond words. [I have noted it as “Crazy Jeep Drive with Warhead!”] Probably b/c it comes across as totally egalitarian. Both men want her rescued. They’re no longer in competition. It’s just as important to Napoleon as it is to Ilya to catch up to her. Also, it is bonkers, like some sort of X-games version of a commercial for the vehicles they’re driving. And screaming Willie Scott does not make an appearance.

Someone says “winkle” out.

· Look! Another note about the screen divisions and how I love it, shout-outs to the original Steve McQueen The Thomas Crown Affair (a contemporary of when this movie is meant to be set), and TV’s 24.

Things that get a great, big NOPE:

· Jerrod Harris: you’ve been in so much streamable content in the last decade I can’t hate you, but frankly, you’re terrible here—unless you’re supposed to be giving a mannered, not-campy-enough-to-be-enjoyable performance here. Your American English puts me in the mind of Alex Hawaii 5-0′Loughlin where it feels you’re concentrating so hard on your accent that you fail to convince anyone that you’re a harried, over-worked and exasperated spy handler. Your performance is at odds with every bit of dialogue you’re given to say.

· That awful, mishandled title that doesn’t even connect to the film until the final moments (a sequel set-up, for sure)

· Look, you don’t introduce Hugh Grant casually mid-way through your film in a throwaway appearance. I mean, he’s HUGH GRANT we all know something’s up now.

· This is not exactly a great big NOPE, b/c I love a flat cap, Tommy Shelby—but I feel like a less tall man with a far rounder face in a flat cap would track more as Russian to me that AH does. To me, he just looks like he’s about to go golfing.

Over par? Unacceptable!

· Is Victoria a British-accented Italian? A British woman who married—what? Gaby’s uncle isn’t Italian!? An Italian who went to school in Britain? My head hurts. Also, is her hair meant to be unconvincingly bleached?

Other commentary:

· Napoleon’s adult ne’er-do-well backstory is so far from being emotionally equivalent to Ilya’s childhood trauma [and his enslavement to the USSR] it seems bestial when he calls it out on multiple occasions. Badly done, Solo.

· Gaby is the film’s key (sorry, Buffy fans). Everyone is connected to her. Yes, she could have been given a bit more on the character front, but I don’t see her as as much of a flaw in the film as some others/reviewers seem to.

· Look, essentially (and not very nuanced-ly), Ilya is a stalker. I think the film goes a certain distance in establishing that his early behavior toward Gaby is not normal, but concurrently it does not truly call him out on it. He’s essentially viewed as an odd-duck, sure, but not a true threat to her (should she not reciprocate or tolerate his intensity toward her). I think I might be able to cite his behavior when Gaby comes on to him (that he doesn’t jump at a chance with her) that maybe he’s given a little more nuance than a straight-on stalker, and it helps that he and Napoleon never get into a pissing match over Gaby’s person, only over her new clothes. But overall the film has to walk a fine line (and the jury is still out on how successful it is, I’d say) between playing Ilya’s laser-like attention to Gaby for its humor, and calling it out for the unsettling, threatening behavior it is.

· Honestly, it wasn’t until I engaged the Closed Captioning that I understood Napoleon was calling Ilya the ‘Red Peril’. So, that was nearly three viewings in.

· I give the screen credits A+, on both ends. Not to mention the end credits are actually INTERESTING with lots to see and learn! (Certainly we learn more about HG in them than we do at any time during the film)

Things I would have liked:

· More of fish-out-of-the-Iron-Curtain Gaby moments

· A better dichotomy shown of East vs. West Berlin/Germany. There’s nothing easy either visually or otherwise to distinguish the two.

· HC being given a more specific American accent (from an actual locality). This, for an American viewer, works better than the flat, unlocated American accent many a British actor will bust out. *Mind you, HC does a generally good job, but he fails utterly on both “Immediate” which he pronounces at least twice as “immeedeejt” [rather than imm-E-deeot] and “Nazi” as “NAHT-zee” [rather than “NOT-zee”]. And let’s not get started on that late in the film use of ‘earnt’, a word that—well, it’s just not in the American English twentieth century lexicon.

· C’mon. You gotta tease the Hugh Grant more.

· Solo is a blank before the war. I’ve read thoughts on the film calling out Gaby as the blank character, but they’re wrong. Solo is the blank. He’s the ‘made’ man, his identity seemingly assembled during the war and after. For example, he doesn’t go into the war a thief, nor (it would seem) a particularly educated or urbane individual. Now THAT’s a juicy backstory I’d love to learn about, perhaps in film #2--or #3? What creates a Napoleon Solo? What would he be doing if he weren’t on the government’s leash/incarcerated? Is anyone left caring about him back wherever he calls home? I mean, who doesn’t love a gender-flipped 60s-era Holly Golightly backstory? [And yes, I would love there to be an ex-wife or even a current wife mixed up in his origins as well—Guy Ritchie, call me!]

Notes I have that I’m not sure if they still make sense to me:

· Only mom calls me Napoleon (do he say it ‘mum’?) Is he a secret Canadian?

· Solo’s torture, 1st view recall Napoleon’s childhood? *I think this means that after watching the first time I somehow erroneously believed that during the torture Napoleon’s childhood was a topic gone over. This was wrong. HOWEVER, this would have made far more story-sense than the backstory we’re given on an easily disposeable villain.

· “Even the average Russian agent. You’re special.” ?

· Uncle is Baddie (*so glad I made this note to myself)

· Ilya’s dad IS an embarrassment. I’m not sure what genius commentary I had in my mind, here. Perhaps that Ilya himself is embarrassed of him? Not just Ilya’s handler’s? [Also, aside: Napoleon totally slut-shames Ilya’s mom, which is the doublest of double standards from ‘I got myself the biggest and most ornate suite b/c I-wanted-plenty-of-space-for-my-random-seductions’ and I really wish Ilya had thrown that back in his face] *yes, of course I know that Ilya and Napoleon would not likely equate a wife/mother’s sexual exploits with that of Solo’s, but let’s be honest, this film tweaks the nose of (I won’t say reverses, it doesn’t go that far) plenty of tropes and gender expectations, and this certainly seems like a missed opportunity to call Solo on the carpet (which I hope film #2 does far more)

Things I wrote down so long ago I don’t recall what they mean:

· CC-save

In conclusion:

What does film #2 look like? What title does it get? Will the Peter/Neil White Collar dynamic continue to grow? *note that I have no confidence a second film will ever come to pass...

In the end, all I know is, “It didn't help when American Tom Cruise, who was slated to play U.S. spy Napoleon Solo, dropped out, prompting the casting of Cavill (who had previously read for the Russian role).“ I would not have watched that film.

#tmfu #tmfu 2015 #ilya kuryakin #napoleon solo #gaby teller #henry cavill #armie hammer #alicia vikander #the man from uncle 2015 #the man from u.n.c.l.e.#the man from uncle #i don't know what this film's tags are meant to be to keep it from popping up in the TV series searches Sorry

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

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

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

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

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

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

What was going on?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No.”

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

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

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

“Nyx, yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Swapping to HC format for convenience):

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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rpleaseikemensengoku · 5 years

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HC’s #4

Hey everyone! How’s it hanging! We’re slowly working our way through your requests :) Here’s another set of headcannon’s sent in for us to do. We hope you enjoy them!

Request made by Anon: Headcannons for Kenshin, Hideyoshi, Ieyasu, Masamune, and Mitsuhide with a s/o who’s hiding inside the bed covers cause they’re hungover. The s/o absolutely refuses to see the light of day and has become snarky, or at least they would be snarky if they had the mental energy to be.

Happy Reading!

Kenshin

He had been waiting for the princess to come say hello all day. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for her to get caught up in work and stop by around lunch, but food had been served and she was nowhere to be seen.

After three breaks and a stroll it soon became apparent that nobody in the castle had seen you since last night’s party.

Panic mode engaged. He bolts down the hallway to your room and throws the door open. When you groan from under the covers he’s relieved. Slightly.

He has to know what ails you and pulls the covers back only for you to swat at him and return to your cocoon.

“Why are you being so loud? It's bright, don’t do that.” were among your list of complaints every time he tried to get your attention.

Having never seen this temperment from you he’s confused, has he done something to upset you? Do you really feel that ill? Should he go get a doctor?

He blinks a few times when you nearly roar that you’re hungover and feel like death. Please just be quiet and let you hide from the world.

He almost stops the chuckle, almost. Next time he’ll remember to give you less sake. As amusing as your sass has been, he misses your carefree smile.

Hideyoshi

He’s prepared because he too is feeling the effects of last nights escapades. Whoever thought it was a good idea to try and keep up with Nobunaga needed to be put in their place.

He’s made tea and has comfort food on a tray as he slips into your room. Snickering when he sees what you’ve done with the place.

Heavy sheets of fabric have been hung on the walls over the windows and you’re huddled under the blankets of your futon.

It’s dark and peaceful and quiet. He’s in heaven. When your head pops out of the blankets he nearly jumps out of his tabi.

“Are you going to come here and cuddle me until I feel better or are you just going to lurk?” you ask him and he tries to get you to eat.

All you want is this thing called McDonalds and a coke, what even are those? A future thing? Great. So what you’re saying is you’re not eating.

Begrudgingly cuddles after sipping some of his tea, praying the caffeine takes the edge off a little.

It’s dark and comfortable and you two totally sleep all day. Avoiding any and all noise and sunlight.

Ieyasu

Doesn’t think too much of it when you don’t show up for breakfast, is a little worried when he doesn’t see you around caught up with chores, nearly busts down your door when he overhears a maid talking about how ill you are.

Tries to hide the worry, to no avail, and gets frustrated in a cute pouty way when you openly tease him about it.

Still asks what’s wrong, attempting to feign disinterest in the situation and not show how worried he is that you still aren’t out of bed and your blankets appear to be eating you.

Scoffs when you tell him your “just hungover” and tries to hide his surprise when you tell him exactly how much you and a few of the ladies in town drank the night before.

“Why didn’t you just go back to his place?” He asks, “It’s way closer than the castle.” His voice is soft and he’s lowered himself beside your futon, now worried about how you managed to make it back here.

You make a snappy remark about being an independent woman and he nearly chokes on a laugh. “This from a woman who can’t defend herself from a bandit?”

He’s never seen you sass back this much, usually so patient with everyone. It almost makes him laugh. You sound like him. Maybe he was rubbing off on you after all.

Mixes up the gnarliest tasting herbal drink, that’s “sure to kick your hangover” but nearly makes you vomit instead. You gave him such a hard time about it in the moment that you refuse to admit that the pounding behind your eyes has gone away.

Masamune

He watched you throw back drink after drink, wondering when you’d stop. If ever. It was hard enough to keep up with Hideyoshi, but here you had gone and picked a fight with Mitsuhide.

He wanted nothing more than to go over sit with you last night, but knew that he would have been knocked on his ass. It wasn’t uncommon for someone to switch out his water with sake and he wasn’t taking the chance with you already that drunk.

Carried you back to his manor, it was a longer walk but he wasn’t letting you out of his site. Besides, you were unbearably cute when you started to drunk ramble.

Despite how adorable you had been the night before, the morning was a completely different story. Masmune woke up with zero blankets and hanging halfway off the futon.

When he tried to confront you about it, you told him to “do something about it then” and nearly hissed at him when he playfully tried to remove you from the covers.

He mentally noted that you were harder to get out of bed than it was to get Shogetsu into a bath and he nearly laughed, nearly. One look at the way your face was contorted and your eyes screwed shut told him this was not the time to be laughing.

Went and made quick work of breakfast, tried to be as quiet as possible when he came back in. Didn’t want to upset your stomach more but was trying anything to make you feel better.

You may have ended the morning with your head in his lap as he ran a hand through your hair, curled up in all the blankets your heart desired. Sleeping the day and your hangover away.

Mitsuhide

Wasn’t expecting you too keep up with him so well the night before. But laughed right in your face when he went to retrieve you the next morning.

That’s what you got for not drinking responsibly.

Did not expect to have to dodge the sandals that came flying at him from across the room. It nearly missed and when he looked down and saw the glare he laughed again.

What was the matter with his little mouse. When you told him what for he was caught somewhere between shock and hysterics. He wished you were that sassy all the time. It would make teasing you so much more entertaining.

Never lets you hear the end of it the entire time he takes care of you. So much so that you sort of wish he would just leave you alone to wallow, but the bath he drew for you was nice so you’d let him stay. For now.

Fought the urge to screech every time someone tried to open the windows in your room to “get you fresh air” It didn��t take long for you to figure out who was behind that antics.

Mitsuhide waited until he thought you were asleep to be sweet on you. Wiping the sweat from your forehead with a cool cloth. Tucking you into your bed. Providing you with an extra pillow. Making sure everyone in the hallway was quiet when they passed your room. Softly humming as he idly played with loose strands of your hair.

You’d never tell him you were awake the whole time. It’d ruin the fun.

#ikesen #ikemen sengoku #ikesmen sengoku HC's #HC's by Admin T #Ikesen Kenshin #Ikesen Hidey #ikesen masamune #ikesen mitsuhide #ikesen ieyasu

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one-piece-dumpster-fire · 5 years

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WHY MY RED HAIR DADDY ISN'T GETTING ANY ATTENTION, LIKE HELLLOOOO WHYYY!!!! *breath* so hey cute muffin wanna ask for hc for shanks, sfw/nsfw, fem character is not like him (all goofy and loud),just calm and warming also she has a different eyes color. Love ur blog, keep the hard work babe :*

lmao please don’t die on me here sweetie xDBut sure, I’ll gladly try to quench your thirst for Shanks a bit~

Shanks with a girlfriend who is hisopposite headcanon

this is going to take a looooot ofgetting used to. Mh? No, not for him- for you

Shanks and the rest of his crew findyour behaviour rather cute, and they don’t mind your quiet andtemperate attitude one bit

as long as you don’t get upset by it,some members (like Lucky Roo) might even poke some fun at you andwonder how someone so timid could be comfortable around a bunch ofcrazy lunatics

so they also try to drag you into allkinds of insane schemes. Benn is probably the only you can have anormal conversation and some relaxing time with

as for Shanks- oh boy, he is convincedthat there is a party animal lurking deep within you and he just has totickle it out

but, of course, that doesn’t quite workout and he might end up getting hit on the head. Okay, okay, you wantsome quiet time? He’s got it. He’ll leave you alone…. for now

but… you gotta join his feaststhough. Even if you don’t like them- Shanks would feel extremelyguilty to just let you sit somewhere by yourself instead of joininghim and having some fun

so that’s pretty much the one thing youwon’t be able to avoid, no matter how hard you try. Declining hisoffer is unacceptable. He and the rest of the crew will break intoyour room and kidnap you if they have to. You. Will. PARTY.

but you’re still his partner and Shanksalso respects your needs (well, except when it comes to partying). Soif you want to spend some simple and quiet time with him, then he’dbe happy to oblige- after all, the reason your relationship worksthat good is because despite being polar opposites, you still carefor one another and your feelings

„Look (Y/N), I know you’re not reallya big fan of my pranks, but I just came up with this amazing idea andneed your opinion on it…“

Warning for DIRT under the cut!

Shanks with a girlfriend who is hisopposite DIRTY Headcanon

well, Shanks has multiple ‘gears’ inbed, and depending on his and your mood he will change his behaviour

would you like a wild and goofy Shanks?A sultry and seductive one? A super cool and badass one? You can takeyour pick, and it’s always a fun experience to him when he gets tolet his 'acting skills’ shine

of course he wouldn’t be able to fullyshake off his goofball persona, and might even start a pillow fightwith you out of nowhere, but he’s still trying to please you exactly the way youdesire

and sometimes, he might even try tomimic you and be more submissive and cautious, so it would be yourturn to be in control and take the lead

to him, that’s a great way to tickleout your more confident and dominant side, and he really does hopethat it will help you to feel more relaxed and happy

and he is definitely going to tell youwhenever you do something that causes him to feel good and willpraise you

body worship. so. much. BODY WORSHIP.Shanks just can’t help his urge to see your cute blushy face and talkabout your georgous body all the time

since you are often so quiet and shy,he will make it one of his main goals to hear you moan and scream forhim this night

…and his crew members probably placedbets on who would scream louder and are now in front of your door,giggling like little children while listening to the noises you make

#one piece #shanks #redhair shanks #op headcanon #one piece headcanon #dirt

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vesuvian-american · 5 years

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HC: While on a date, LI notices that MC gets a lot of catcalls and flirtations that border harassment while go about their day. The next day, MC goes out and notices that something's ... off. It takes them till the end of the day to realize that there weren't any comments directed at them. And another whole day for them to realize that LI caused it. (Bonus Points if MC was never fully aware of the comments made around/about them beforehand.) What do you think each LI did to the hacklers?

I love this idea! So let’s get into it!!! Under the cut, cause this’ll be long! Hoope you enjoy!!!! :))))))

Asra: You’re both walking in the market to find your favorite bread. You notice a lot of eye’s stuck on you both but think maybe they’re really meant for Asra, I mean look at him! As the trip goes on, you get a little uncomfortable with the stares and now people are beginning to makes comments and cat calls as you walk by. You pull yourself closer to Asra’s side but his calm demeanor makes you feel a little better. He just has a smile on his face and he keeps on walking, you try to focus on that. The next day when you head to the market for other supplies, there aren't any more stares or comments. Thank goodness, but by the end of the trip you notice no one’s even paying you any mind. Not even when you try to buy something from a person’s stall. It’s like they can’t even hear you- That’s when you know. Asra placed a never-mind-me spell on you. You really thought he hadn’t noticed the cat calls the other day but it was nice that he thought of you. You reassured him that night that it was nice what he did, even if it did prevent you from getting anything at the market in good conscience. “We can just go back out tomorrow, my love, let everyone no we’re a couple, eh?”

Nadia: You and Nadia take a trip to the shopping district for a little date. You hadn’t noticed all the eyes on you, when you did catch someone ogling you just chopped it up to them noticing the Countess outside of the palace. Something was off about Nadia though but she always reassured you and told you she was fine. It seemed eerily quiet wherever you both went, but maybe everyone was just at a loss for words having seen Nadia in town. Nope. She told you that night she locked everyone in a death stare because they were staring at you! When they tried to whistle to you and cat call she hit them with a glare so stern they choked on their words and ran away, tail between their legs. It all happened so quick you hadn’t noticed the attention. You try to apologize because she must not have had a good time that day having to protect you from the creeps. She merely pressing a finger to your lips to quiet you and smiles. “Never mind me, my love, I had fun today. I’m just happy you never noticed.”

Julian: Leeches. He needed more leeches. And you wanted some time out of the shop and decided to tag along! You both walk happily hand in hand through the red market, he wanted exotic leeches. Every so often though, you’d feel Julian tense and squeeze your hand. Maybe something spooked him you thought, but he looked annoyed, grumbling under his breath to himself. “Hm?” You’d say thinking he was trying to speak to you. “Oh nothing, my darling. Nothing.” When you looked at him, his attention seemed to be on everyone else around you, eyes darting at everyone’s faces and constantly checking over his shoulders. “Are you looking for someone?” you ask, “No, but it seems everyone’s looking for you., Don’t tell you don’t notice?” You look around, and finally see the eyes glossing over your form and you cringe. “You know, no, I hadn’t noticed that before.” You say as you slide closer to Julian. “Eyes off you scoundrels. They’re taken! By me!!?” He yells, he was never afraid of attention, whether good or bad. You laughed, his confidence kinda turned everyone off and they finally went back to minding their own business.

Muriel: Every time you went to the market Muriel insisted he tag along to keep you safe even thought he’d lurk around in the alleys to be away from the people. “Can I go somewhere more quiet? Please.” He looked tense, and every time you’d say yes, of course. He always made his way back to you at the end. Except this day, you always felt eyes on you, you figured it was Muriel but it felt different, and soon enough he was back by your side, a little early. He looked ticked off. “Are you okay?” He just grunts in response, never looking down to you. Maybe there were too many people in the alleys too, you thought. He usually liked to keep the PDA in the hut, but today he held your hand in public, that was rare. You looked up to him and still he looked mad. You decided to leave it be, it obviously wasn’t directed at you if he wanted to hold you hand. He even did the little thumb thing where he grazes his thumb over yours, he loved when you did that to him. You go to a stall to pick up form smoked eel and Muriel looked as excited as he possibly could despite his fowl mood. He surveyed the eel to find which were the best to buy, that’s when it happens. A foreign hand grabs your wrist roughly and tries tugging you away from Muriel. You yelp in surprise and clench Muriel’s hand. When Muriel noticed he quickly moved and grabbed the stranger hard on the shoulder. “Let go” He said, his voice erupted like thunder from his chest. The stranger quickly scrambled away and ran off, finally you see just how many people had been watching you in the market. Ew. Time to cut the trio short, you both head back to the hut and cook up some eel while you both relax after all the drama.

Portia: It was another day to go the square and make an announcement on the Countess’ behalf. You decided to tag along because you loved to watch Portia at work. You both stand side by side while she makes the announcement but she seems distracted, that never happens. A sour look on her face as she scans the crowd, and you take a look and don’t really notice anything out of the ordinary. Other than the fact a lot of eyes were on you and you weren’t even making the announcement. Confused you look back to Portia and notice she had completely stopped talking at this point, you go to reach out for her shoulder but her loud voice, the one you love so much, cuts through the silence once more. “Hey! Eyes on me you nimrods, I know they’re pretty cute but they’re taken, so pay attention to what I have to say!” You giggle but your face burns red hot from her compliment! Ugh you love her. All the eyes in the crowd snap back to Portia and she smiles triumphantly. “Very well then,” and she continues on with the speech, giving you a playful wink from time to time.

Lucio: Nobles from neighboring cities came for a meeting with the Count of Vesuvia, political matters you didn’t quite understand. He had to woo the nobles to have good relations between states, he had them on a tour around the palace and decided to have them for a game skeet. You emerge from the maze to watch Lucio play, he’s always very competitive and proud of his aim but the others were just as good. He was a little flustered. When you came and massaged the tension away from his shoulders to calm him (and so he can keep up his morale and leave a good impression on the noblemen) he introduced you. “And this lovely vision is ______, my partner” You smile and give a little bow. “Quite a vision indeed” man says, “Ah yes I agree” another adds. The nobleman taking the shot takes a look at you and loses all focus, missing the target. At first, Lucio feels proud, but the compliments and stare continue to flood in. Now he’s annoyed. “Okay, okay, enough of that, you’re about to burn holes through their clothes staring like that!” They all blush and avert their eyes. You sigh in relief and take your leave, leaving the rest up to Lucio!

#asks #request #hc #headcanon

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imogengotdrunk · 5 years

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Sooo I've been lurking around your blog for a while and your Love, Simon post has finally given me courage to ask about Gavin and RK's wedding (because honestly, I've been wondering for a while). Please tell me it would be incredibly sappy and induce a lot of happy tears.

Hello, Anon! Never be shy to ask! I’m normally slow to get around to answering, but I will answer eventually. And this is definitely something that I’ve thought about, as well!

Short version: Gavin would be in a gay panic for the entire time leading up to the ceremony, Tina would be on ‘keep-everyone-in-line’ duty, Hank would probably spend at least some time at the open bar, and the whole day would run smoother than clockwork because R.K is painstaking when it comes to having a schedule of any kind.

I’ll put the more detailed version under the cut, because I may as well have written a fucking fic – and I still might, at that. But I hope this answers your question for now, Anon!

(I warn you and apologise – this is seriously fucking long because I like weddings. Sue me. And I wanted to include a few headcanons that I don’t think I’ve mentioned before, and this seemed like a good opportunity)

THE VENUEThey probably wouldn’t get married in a church. I know that loads of churches offer services to same-sex couples nowadays, and I hope that by the 2030s-40s, this has only expanded. But human/android weddings might still be a touchy subject in a lot of places, even years after the revolution. Plus, I’m not sure whether Gavin or any of his family are religious or not (I HC his mother as being quite traditionalist and conservative, but not for any religious reasons I don’t think).

So I think they’d get married somewhere relatively familiar and probably understated. Gavin wouldn’t really give a shit at the end of the day, though, let’s be honest; he’s getting fucking married, who cares where, right? And as long as they’re not eloping to Las Vegas or anything too spontaneous, R.K’s content with whatever venue Gavin decides on.

And they don’t need anywhere huge, because they’re both pretty private and tight-knit people – guests would be family and close friends only.

THE GUESTSGavin’s dad is the first person to be invited. The poor guy’s had to stand back and watch his only son get his gay heart broken time and time again. But now Gavin’s finally bagged himself a fiancé – a 6ft tall, well-spoken, model-handsome, police officer fiancé, who looks ready to straight-up murder anything that might pose even the slightest threat to Gavin Reed. So, naturally, Mr. Reed’s the one who gives Gavin away on the big day, and is very, very happy to do so.

Tina Chen’s the maid of honour, of course. They don’t even ask her – she just immediately assumes the position and drags R.K away to begin the wedding preparations.Every cake-maker, florist, and bespoke tailor in Detroit are now terrified of the two of them. While Tina and R.K are quite different people, when it comes to Gavin Reed’s happiness, they’re similarly and meticulously ruthless. On the actual day, Fowler’s tie clashes with the colour of the roses, and he only needs to glance at the expression on Tina and R.K’s faces before he’s subtly tugging it off and hiding it away in his pocket, where it will not make an appearance again today, so help him God.

Connor is ringbearer (he’s the only one R.K trusts not to lose them), and Hank is R.K’s best man. Everyone expected it to be Connor seeing as they’re practically brothers, but R.K asked Hank specifically. When asked, spluttering and incredulously, ‘why in hell d’you want me to do it’, R.K simply replies, ‘because you’re the best man I know, Lieutenant.’Hank spends the rest of the day in a stupor before making a silent vow to be the best goddamn best man in wedding history. He even gets a hair cut when the big day comes around – and Connor can confirm that he looks very dashing in formal attire.

The Jericho crew – Markus, North, Simon and Josh.Something I haven’t touched upon yet in any of my trash – I headcanon R.K and North to be very good friends. R.K has a rocky relationship with Markus (Markus overrode his programming to make him deviant, and R.K punched him in the face in response), but he absolutely adores North. They’re both candid, no-nonsense, and have the same kind of dry humour.In-game, North’s always been the most forthright of Markus’ companions – she wants to get the job done in the most straightforward and efficient way possible, and this is definitely something that she and R.K have in common. So R.K wants her at the wedding, but he knows that by extension, he has to invite Markus, Simon and Josh as well, because they’re kind of a package deal (I HC something polyamory going on between Markus, North and Simon, and Josh is Markus’ right-hand man in almost everything). R.K likes Josh and Simon well enough, and can be civil with Markus when the situation calls for it.

Kara, Alice and Luther – Another thing I don’t think I’ve mentioned before, I also HC Connor staying in touch with Kara following the revolution, since he seemed to genuinely care about her and Alice after he became deviant.They’re still living in Canada, since I can’t see them moving back to Detroit after everything they went through to get across the border. But I think Connor would have wanted to check up on them somehow, to make sure they were all right, and I can see them becoming friends over time through various calls and visits. This of course means that Connor introduces R.K, and eventually Gavin, to them.R.K and Kara get on strangely well considering how different they both are, Alice learns her first curse word from Gavin because the man can’t control his mouth around anyone, and Luther is possibly the only android who can intimidate R.K just by standing in the same room with him (that gentle giant is very tol).

Their close colleagues at the DPD would probably be invited, too. These include Fowler, Ben Collins, Chris Miller and his family, and probably Wilson as well.

Gavin’s mom is NOT invited, but she brings that on herself. When Gavin and R.K get engaged, Gavin tries to get back in contact with her over the phone, and after some polite and uncomfortable small talk, Gavin tells her that he has a male android fiancé. A lot of old wounds are opened up (they argue about Gavin’s sexuality, about it meaning that there would be no “proper grandchildren”, that adoption doesn’t count, etc, etc, all stuff that Gavin’s had to hear before when he was much younger and cared much more about her opinion of him).It goes on for a while, and eventually Gavin just hangs up. He’s not too bummed out about it – he pretty much expected that reaction – and least he tried. But sometimes trying just doesn’t get you any new results, especially with someone so set in their own views.

THE WEDDING

Yes, to finally answer the question, it would indeed be the sappiest wedding to have ever sapped. For Gavin, anyway. He’s never let himself think too much about marriage, because he’s a realist (or a cynic) and he just always assumed that it would never happen for him. But suddenly here he is, at his fucking wedding, and R’s waiting for him all dressed up in a nice suit and he’s smiling and looking at Gavin like he’s the whole world, and they’re getting fucking married.

Gavin’s a nervous wreck when the ceremony actually starts; they might be surrounded by friends, but it’s still a public fucking thing and he could trip over or say something wrong and embarrass himself, and his hands are shaking the entire way there. But the second he and his dad reach R.K, the android reaches for one of his hands, and squeezes, and Gavin stops giving as much of a shit about anything else in the room.

He’d probably be able to hold it together, through sheer nerves, until the vows. Words are something that R.K’s very good with, so of course he’s written the most perfect vows ever, and Gavin would be a choked-up mess afterwards trying to get through his own. It makes him feel better to know his dad, Tina and Josh are emotional messes by the end of it as well, though. And he does see Hank getting teary-eyed, even of the old man tries to hide it behind a fucking cough.

Although, I’m tempted to have some kind of crime happen during the wedding, or at least during the after-party. If anyone’s ever watched the 3rd season of BBC’s Sherlock, then you know how problematic it is to have a hyperfocused detective solving crimes at a wedding. Imagine Gav and R off on their first murder investigation as a married couple, five fucking minutes after they’re actually married. Classic.

I think that’s enough for now, though. Let me know If you want any more in the future, I’d be happy to include some other HCs in another post, but this has gotten seriously long and I need to be stopped somewhere.

#ask #detroit become human #dbh #RK900 #gavin reed #reed900 #wedding #LONG

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icharchivist · 5 years

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Looking at the guidebooks at least we know Lavi wasn't totally distant before his dissapearence (even if he was obviously more bummed out). It's mentioned in Allen's schedule Lavi stole his lunch so Allen forced wasabi down his throat in retaliation (later on he pretended to care about Lavi possibly suffering somewhere to a concerned Lenalee. Lol). This happened post 14th reveal because Allen mentioned taking a bath w/Timothy later. There we go. Lavi still tried to hang out w/Allen. I'm-

2 going to guess Allen didn't know about Lavi being there that night. That or he pretended to not notice to make it easier for himself (most likely the former since Lavi was present when Komui told the Exorcists about the 14th). I personally hc Lavi needed a few days to compose himself around Allen like everything was normal. Do you have hc's about that?

Oooh ye the guidebook gave us Good Content on that. Tbh it kinda Gives Me Life that everytime Hoshino can she gives us bonus content of Allen and Lavi teasing each other? There’s that too in the latest Komui Corner conversation (I think Wisely (?) mentions something about Allen teasing the hell out of Lavi and Wisely says it’s because Allen misses him kinda? it’s question 25 there for reference), and well on her instagram (there’s also a call back to that on question 26 of the same link ahah). They always seem to be teasing the hell out of each other on non-canon stuff that it must mean that’s what happen offscreen

anyway the Wasabi incident, a perfect blessing upon us that is still amazing to remember thanks god.

I think Lavi still managed to sneak out time to do this sort of things and all, but they probably spent less time together due to the missions and stuff. And considering how Link lurks around (see how Lavi tried to follow him and Allen but Link stopped him) it might be harder for the two of them to spend quality time together, but at least they do keep that bound alive and well. (Take that Bookman!)

I personally would think too that Allen didn’t notice Lavi (he’s seriously so discreete that I almost didn’t notice him at first), and considering the crows surrounded them and Lavi was in the shadow and the order to follow was made quietly i really doubt Allen took the time to focus on it. Meanwhile I would see Lavi not mention it either in order to let Allen time. I mean he’s pretty observant, if he noticed Allen is avoiding the topic with everyone else despite having asked to be killed if Nea takes over, I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t try to make it harder on him. (and I truly think he doesn’t want to hink about Allen’s disappearance OR death either anyway and bringing it up would just test those pesky feelings of him he’s not allowed to have)

As for what i hc... I could see Lavi take a few distances at first to swallow the information, kinda blaming it on say, Bookman duties and important stuff to record and stuff. So kinda like you, just taking a few days to at least manage to pull off a convincing fake smile. But also I mean, considering things got more tense with Allen afterward (just looking at how tense his dynamic with Kanda got after that) I think Lavi wouldn’t let this “loneliness” settles in if he can avoid it?I like to think of some of his pranks as way to try to make Allen thinks of others things? so even if he can’t get into the heartfelt discussion (would he want to? I think that would be a conflict for him to have but that’s my self indulgent self talking ahah) at least he could try to lighten up the mood within that capacity.

For instance I can totally see him just hanging around the exorcists for lunch or w/e and when he sees Allen get kinda moody (Allen has a harder time faking his smiles lately and Lavi kinda managed to see through them before it became hard so i can see him be more attentive to those - if the Novels are anything to get by too, Dug “taught” Lavi how to guess people’s feelings in their eyes too so the more he gets used to Allen’s lying face the more he can see right through it), knowing he can’t do something completly heartfell he would do something Incredibly stupid to force Allen to think about something else and hopefully have fun.

That’s kinda what I would see the Wasabi incident line up to? Like, he saw Allen get moody so suddenly he stole his lunch and Allen then got too busy hunting him down to think about moody things.

So even if Bookman takes away of his time, Lavi can still snuck thise sort of moments and make them sound like his usual prank self to not sound like he’s caring too loud y’know?

So ye... basically tl;dr, would say he needed a little time to refocus, but then decided to overtease Allen to at least distract him from being moody and not being Too Obviously Caring about his mental state (even if he is).

*sighs* one can dream right?

Take care!

#i love those two #ichafantalks dgm #Anonymous #ichareply

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