#like 'here I'll give you this powerful thing that can help you with the vaults just leave my boyf-- I mean buddy alone'
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Good People Part IV: Safety in Numbers (Platonic)
Summary: A new friend joins you on your travel for this infamous head. A vault gives you a moment of safety. But, like always, the world comes crashing down around you. But this time, it's not just you that it collapses for.
Episodes 5/6/7.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
"Should we wake them up?" Maximus, the Knight you had saved - and the one who had saved Lucy - asks as he sees you slumped against a pillar, eyes shut. It hasn't been too long since he had gotten out and saved your friend, and yet you found yourself drifting off.
Lucy looks back to you, You look peaceful. For once, you don't look at war with yourself.
There's a feeling she has inside. For a moment, it reminds her of how she is with her brother - loving, protective; but most of all, accepting.
"I think a few more minutes won't hurt them. I think they need it. Haven't really seen them rest yet."
Maximus nods. He knows he needs the head and all, but he can also understand Lucy's reasoning. This place isn't kind to anyone, and having your guard down isn't the greatest thing. But, you do seem to need it at this moment. That, and you did save him, so.
Lucy gets him to agree to have you both accompany him to find the head. 'Safety in numbers' she says. He can't exactly argue with that; after all, without you two, he'd still be in the suit - or dead.
Maximus packs up his things. Lucy gets up and approaches you, crouching down in front of you. She lightly taps you on the arm.
"Y/N. Y/N, wake up," she says, keeping her voice soft. She keeps her taps quick, respecting the boundary with touch.
You jolt, then seem to calm down as you open your eyes. The first thing you do, she clocks, is check the area around you both.
She smiles, "made good on my promise," she teases, "no urination for you, my friend."
Friend. It feels nice to say it now and know it goes both ways. You're friends. Maybe Maximus can be one, too. Still, one step at the time.
You snort, eyes softening as you look to her, "that you did," you say, standing up - she mirrors you - as you then stretch a bit, "thank you."
"I should really be the one thanking you," she says, "it's you who got me the help."
You shrug off the thanks - still not there with that, it seems; ok, she can work with that - and roll your shoulders, "was all the Knight. I just got him out of the suit."
She wants to argue in your honour, but doesn't. Like said before, she can work with this. Baby steps.
"We're gonna be travelling with him," she says to you, "he needs the head too. So, I figured, someone else looking out for us can't hurt, right?"
You don't seem too sure at first, then nod.
You all go on your way, Lucy asking about what had happened in the last 200 years, as if either of you can summarise that.
"People in charge did what they always do," you say, "they chose power over lives."
"Sounds a bit like a red to me," Maximus says.
You shrug once again, "maybe. Still, ain't exactly patriots out here to shoot me for it."
Lucy looks at you concerned, Maximus shakes his head. You're an odd one, but you're honest. So, he respects that.
You come to a bridge, with two people on the other side. Lucy tries to calm the situation down. You and Maximus, seemingly reading each other, get ready. You stand in front, no weapons, but you'll go down first and give him time to draw.
It works, and part of you believes that it just might work, too. But, the inevitable happens; the fiends see the pipboy on Lucy's arm, and they draw. Your instinct was correct; Maximus draws Lucy's weapon, and gets a shot off. A shot hits his arm, you move Lucy back, just to be safe - it all happens quick, but you still manage too - and he then fires the second round off.
"I hate it up here," Lucy laments.
"Don't we all," you say, looking to Maximus, "your arm ok?"
"It's nothing."
"It's not nothing," Lucy protests, "you've been shot!"
"I'll be fine," he says, "let's just keep going."
Lucy looks to you. You sigh, nodding at your friend, before looking to the Knight:
"Look," you say, "we'll keep going," you put a finger up to stop Lucy before she says anything and continue, "but, we'll also keep a look out for a stimpack, or something for that wound, ok?"
Maximus nods, going with the diplomatic solution.
"See?" you say, "not so bad for a red, huh?" Maximus snorts at your tease. He shakes his head. Sure, he'd probably disagree with a lot of your views on things, but you're good as a person - hell, you gave him the space he needed for that interaction. He decides then and there to trust you.
The three of you continue. You reach Shady Sands, and Maximus tells you about how he was from here. He was a survivor, and how the Brotherhood gave him a purpose.
You might fully like the Brotherhood - at least in what you've seen; a company like that with brutality will always go wrong in your eyes - but Maximus is a good man, even if tortured.
You look from the massive hole, to Lucy. To your friend who gave you a purpose - at least for a little bit. You gulp.
You were bad luck. Hell, you even hit your head when Lucy first said 'hello' to you. You're a magnet for trouble. Yet, she stuck with you. Fought for you in your honour. She stuck by you when others would've left.
You find what you think is a hospital. Lucy enters, you follow, then Maximus does.
You split up, trying to find what you can.
You find some caps. Maybe your luck really is turning.
You hear a scream. Lucy's scream. You run out, back into the lobby area, and barge through a door...only to find that apparent adjoining one is fake.
You feel the floor give out from under you...
You wake up in a startle. For once, no dreams haunting you.
"Good, you're up," you hear a voice say. You turn, alert. It's a woman. She holds up her hands, "look, I understand the concern," she says, "but, we're not a threat. We're not a threat. We have your other friends. They asked about you."
So, they're alive, you know that at least.
"You're Y/N, right?" the woman asks. You nod, now noticing the blue jumpsuit...there's no way, "I'm Birdie," she says to you.
You approach the window, and look out at everything. It's all so clean and...nice. Everyone smiles.
You look back to Birdie, who seems to be waiting for you to ask, "are we -- I mean...is - is this a -"
"A Vault?" she asks, smile on her face - seems your instinct was right, "it is," she confirms, nodding as well.
You nod, taking it all in.
"Now," Birdie says, we kept you in there to make sure you weren't radiated or anything. But, all seems clear. You're free to see your friends. We'll get some food in you, then show you to your room."
"My room?"
She nods again, "welcome to Vault 4."
You are let out, and look over the railing at the place. It's like a community all onto itself.
Lucy spots you, and instantly beams, calling out your name and giving a wave. You wave back, before making your way down to join them.
Lucy gets up, and gives you a hug. You stumble a bit, but soon find yourself being ok with it.
"I'm glad you're ok," Lucy says.
You tap her on the back, and she pulls away - seemingly understanding your code language for 'too much'. She nods, "come eat."
You sit down, Maximus and you sharing a nod. Birdie, and then Ben - the overseer, come over and introduce themselves. You cant help, though, but notice Ben's one massive eye. No one else seems to bat on eye. And, hell, you've seen your fair share of mutations out in the Wasteland - as Maximus says, it happens. But, Lucy seems more disturbed.
You, however, let yourself feel a positive emotion for once - it doesn't feel natural to you - and it's a feeling of safety.
"Lucy," you say, "we're in a vault, that's gotta be something, right?"
"I - I want it to be," Lucy says, "but...Y/N, my Vault fell. I don't want - I don't want it to happen anywhere else."
"That's fair," you say, voice soft and distant; you both have your trauma's, and both have similar reactions with it - wanting to do all you can for it to not occur again.
Yours was isolation, her's seems to be more vigilance.
Still, she softens as you look around in awe at the place. Maximus clears his plate, before looking to you.
"Hey," he calls out. You look to him, "after we finish, did you wanna go see our rooms? I think they should be near each other?"
You look to your plate - at the actual full meal in front of you that you've barely touched. It feels wrong, eating this amount of food, but you've been given it. They have given it to you. And it would be rude to not take them up on this.
You look to Maximus, your new friend, and nod. He smiles, bright. You do too.
Lucy looks between you both. She's still unsure, something in the back of her mind telling her that something isn't right; but, she then sees you both and your eagerness for this place. To her, it felt like a homecoming; to you, it was a new world with a whole new set of rules to understand - and, god, the eager look you both had; the conversations you both have as you finish your own food. She doesn't interrupt you, she just lets you both talk, and that, that is what makes her feel that humanity may just make it through this to the other side; connections. Friendship.
She turns down the offer to go up with you both, saying that she'll catch up, but wishes you both the best. Her smile is honest, but you don't see the way it struggles to stay up right. She wants to best for you, she does really, but that voice in the back of her head won't leave you alone. It seems that, here anyway, it's not there for you - but instead now for her - and so she'll follow it.
You're her friends. She has to look out for you both.
Maximus is right, your rooms are next to each other. Everyone is so nice here. They smile and wave. They say 'hello' and pass you by and leave you be. No one tries to take things from you. No one has an ulterior motive. Everyone is just kind.
That, and no one pisses on you, so that's a win in your book.
Maximus give you a nod and a 'see you later' before entering his own room. Your door opens. You flinch at the hiss it makes, but Ben just assures you that it's ok.
You enter, and it shuts behind you. Ben explains how to reopen the door. He even demonstrates it for you, before leaving you to get acquainted with it.
It's bright. Colourful and expressive. There's no dirt on anything. There are clothes left out for you. Even a kind of gown. You take off your clothes, and enter the bathroom. You see a shower, you turn it on. It works. There is a heat that hits you. It's comforting. You put yourself fully under it, letting it wash over you fully, before you start using some soap to clean yourself. It smells nice. You could get used to this.
You get out of the shower, getting changed into your new clothes. You feel something on your cheek. You put a hand to it and wipe. Puling away, you see a tear.
More come after that. A mix of happy and sad emotions all hitting you at once. You've never let yourself feel. You've never been able to. But, here you are, letting yourself have a moment. To process fully all that you've been through. All you've lost, and what you've gained in such a short amount of time.
You hear a knock on your door. You open it, it's Lucy. She looks concerned, out of breathe. Just a mix of things.
She enters, shutting the door behind you.
"Y/N, I - I think..." she pauses whatever she was about to say, seeing your state, "what happened?" she asks.
"I, uh," you say, "I don't know," you wipe some stray tears, "just - just something dumb. Nevermind -"
"It's not dumb," she assures. She has so much suspicion for this place, and yet her first concern is you.
There's a beat of silence. She waits. Despite the anxious thoughts on her findings. She waits.
"It's just..." you look to the floor for a second, before back up to her, "it's a lot," you confess, "all of this. I smell good, Luce. I don't -" you shut your eyes, seeing the memories you are used to seeing, "this is a good thing. A nice place. Nice people."
She nods, wanting for you to go on, "and I don't - I don't know how to feel about it."
She turns her head to the side, watching as you struggle with your words - so, she says a few of her own, "you deserve good things, Y/N."
You scoff, looking back up at her with your arms folded and back hunched, "maybe," you say, not fully believing it, "but...least I'll have you, right?" your walls are down fully. Emotions on your sleeve. Assurance, that's all you want.
"Always," and she gives it. It's instant, too, tone serious. Your lip wobbles.
"Even after we find your dad?"
She nods, eyes firm, "I'll do whatever I need to, to get you guys a spot in my vault. You'll be safe there. I promise."
A few more tears slip, and you nod. You let yourself have this. Something good. Something to hope for.
Then --
"'Your vault'?"
She nods, hating to have to crush your hope a bit, "there's something wrong here, Y/N. They're - They're talking about Shady Sands. They celebrate Moldaver!" she says to you in a whisper yell.
Your eyes widen.
"Look," she says, putting hands on your arms, "I will fix this. I won't leave you behind. But, you deserve something good, Y/N, and I mean that. Even for a little bit longer."
You look at her, eyes shinning with new tears - one of worry for her.
"I will be fine," she promises, "I know Vaults. I did engineering there. That, and I can take care of myself."
You never doubted that, but still, "but, safety in numbers."
She nods, "I know. But, like I said, I know vaults. I know where to go and how to get there. Before this all comes crashing down, you deserve some piece of mind. Just, keep an eye on Maximus, ok?"
You nod. You can do that.
"Be safe," is all you ask her.
She nods, giving your arms a squeeze, "always am."
"One hundo percento?"
She smiles. There she is, "one hundo percento."
"Okey Dokey."
Her smiles softens, "Okey dokey."
With that, she's gone. Determined now more than ever.
She knew her feelings for Maximus, the word for them. An attraction. But you, it was a deep platonic love. A similar one to Norm.
If this was before everything she'd seen, she'd name it gladly. Fami-
But, she wasn't that person. She was still Lucy Maclean to her core, but something had shifted in her. Something broke. She'd always help if needed, but there was an edge now. A voice in the back of her head that told her that all was not well. It did with her father and Moldaver. She hated it, the doubts it plagued her with. She kept walking, though.
So, when it came to your friendship, she refused to use the familial term. Just in case.
It does go wrong. But, not entirely as she expected it to. These people were victims, who killed their oppressors.
She'd read stories of people like this. She idolised them. And yet, now, she was the one doing the oppressing. The one doing the judging.
She knew her sin. She understood it, clear as day. Still, you both had done nothing wrong. Nothing at all. You'd both just lived above ground with shit luck to life.
So, despite having like no leverage, all she asks is simple.
"Can my friends stay?"
And, to her surprise - once the initial shock of them not killing her, and even giving her supplies for above - they say yes.
She's glad. She's done that right at least --
BOOM! BOOM! BANG! The sounds of Maximus in the armour reverberate off the walls, before a gunshot goes off from a rifle. You're both here. 'Saving' her.
"No, no, no, no, no!" She calls out to you both. But you're too caught up. Too caught up in trying to save your friend, that you don't even notice said friend trying to stop you.
You don't get far, but there is still some damage done. You may have smashed a window to get to the weapon. And Maximus may of stolen the fusion core for the armour.
"Guys!" Lucy calls out. It works on getting your attentions, "I'm ok!" she assures you, "look! look!" she gestures to herself, "no injuries! They were even giving me stuff. Look!" she says, grabbing an item that was inside the crate they have, "they aren't the bad guys. They're the victims!"
It really takes the winds out of your sails. You and Maximus both look to each other, before you both in sync say a single thing:
"Sorry."
With no arguments from any of you, you are banned from the Vault. Lucy looks to you and Maximus; him with the core, yourself with the weapon. Finally a -
"We need to give them back," Lucy says. You both look at her like she's mental.
"I mean it," she says, "we're not bad people. We don't just steal. Especially not after something like that."
"We tried our best," you say, folding your arms like a child being reprimanded.
Lucy rolls her eyes, "I know, and I thank you for your courage in your actions," she says, "but, the circumstances did not require them. They're good people. They need all the help they can get. Plus," she says, bringing out her pistol, "I have this."
You whine, leaning back and shutting your eyes, "but I want a weapon!!"
Lucy rolls her eyes again, "You can still fight, Y/N. You don't need a gun for that. We have each other, and our wits. And," she says, looking between you both, "once we're done, you won't need a weapon again. We'll be safe in the Vault. Trust me."
You and Maximus look to each other. You both sigh, then nod. He takes out the core; you open the door for him and you both deposit your items. You hear a 'thank you!' from below.
"There," she says, "how'd you feel?"
"Vulnerable," you say, gaining a third eye-roll.
"That's not a bad thing," she says.
"I don't mean the emotional kind."
She shrugs, "I know. But, we'll be ok. We have each other, and soon we will have the head. Then we'll be free."
Maximus looks to you. You just gesture for him to go ahead of you. He does, after giving you a pat on the shoulder.
You sigh, taking your own leave. Lucy watches you both leave. She nods, taking a steady breath.
"Okey Dokey," she says, before following after you.
You've done a good thing, she's happy that it's gone well. That, for once, an interaction out here has gone well and ended happily for everyone.
She just hates that voice in the back of her head. That doubt. That fear. That hesitation.
You're her friend. Her best friend, she'd wager. Someone she'd burn down a vault for - hell, she almost did - but there was also that voice in the back of her head. One that said to watch out. To not get fully attached.
There was a dark cloud in her mind. One she didn't quite know how to get rid of.
But, she knew one thing.
You had her, and she had you.
All the way, no matter what.
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10 for Jacob/Ashe affection?
10) the kindest "i hate you" followed by a contagious laugh (Jacashe)
Of all of Duncan's classes, the one he'd always excelled at most was Potions. Honestly, he was even better at brewing potions than his boy best friend Jacob Cromwell was, since as much as the magical prodigy reveled in the theory of potionmaking and loved experimentation, he could get very easily distracted trying to improve on what was already there. Duncan, however, as much as he could very easily have "plused" up a potion if he wanted to, rarely saw much reason to -- experimenting with potions could be dangerous, so he didn't see any point in risking his limbs or eyebrows in an attempt to reinvent the wheel.
Duncan Ashe would need a damn good reason to mess around with a potion's potency. Even his OWL exam didn't give him enough motivation to do it -- his Draught of the Living Dead was already perfect, so the examiner would be more than impressed enough without him twisting himself into a pretzel.
At that same exam, though, the examiner also had Jacob's work to consider -- and the scholarly airhead managed to catch the older wizard's attention not by brewing his own excellent potion, but by drawing the entire periodic table up on the blackboard and then going on a lecture about how one could possibly apply different chemical compounds to potion recipes and their ingredients.
"...As you can see, Muggles have divided up their periodic table of elements not just into how many atoms make up their outer most shell, but also how reactive they are with other elements. Take radium, for instance -- a highly reactive metal that, when ingested, can be deathly poisonous to humans...but if one combines it with clorine, you get Radium Cloride -- a bioluminescent, colorless salt that, when turned into a gas, has even been experimented with as a possible cure for different kinds of cancers. Not unlike the deathly poisonous potion ingredients we use every day, to brew complex antidotes and Healing treatments! Hellebore, used in the Draught of Peace -- Asphodel, used in Wiggenweld Potions -- Venomous Tentacula leaves, Arnica, Sneezewort...all used in countless antidotes, from everything to dragon pox to ague! Imagine how much faster it would be to brew new potions, if we could apply this kind of model to the ingredients we use every day...if we could see, even before experimentation, which ingredients would react violently with each other and which ones wouldn't...hypothesize which ingredients could blend well, and which ones wouldn't! We could develop a cure for memory loss...for blood maledictions...hell, maybe even lycanthropy! The possibilities are endless!"
Duncan was left standing off to the side with his Draught of the Living Dead, watching his best friend once again snatch up all the spotlight away from him. Part of him wanted to be resentful about it, but as he crossed his arms, listening to Jacob eagerly prattle on and seeing the examiner get swept up in his enthusiasm despite himself, Duncan instead found himself smiling.
Because, well...it was a good idea. Jacob always had good ideas. That was part of what had always been so fun about being around him -- why Duncan had become his friend in the first place, even with how stupid and reckless and insensitive and arrogant he could be at times. For all of his flaws, Jacob had good ideas, and those good ideas almost always came from a place of sincerely wanting to help others...from wanting to do good for the world and for the people he cared about.
So as annoying as it was that Jacob had effectively snatched up all of the examiner's attention even after how much he'd praised Duncan's potionmaking skills -- that this rambling diatribe would likely result in Jacob getting an O on his OWL, same as Duncan, without doing even half the physical work -- Duncan couldn't help but watch Jacob ramble on like an idiot with a faintly cynical, but still incredibly fond smirk.
When Jacob finally stopped talking long enough to catch his breath, the examiner actually clapped his hands together, beaming.
"That was splendid! Absolutely splendid!" he praised Jacob, his squinty little eyes twinkling. "Well, Mr. Cromwell...as much as I'd love to hear more, I do have the rest of the class's work to examine...thank you very much!"
Jacob faltered, looking a bit confused, as the examiner walked away, so he could migrate around the rest of the room. He looked over at Duncan across the room, bewildered -- the Slytherin left his cauldron and strode over to him, his arms still crossed and his eyebrows raised coolly over his narrowed eyes.
"Seems the examiner takes after Slughorn, in fawning over you," said Duncan dryly.
Jacob frowned deeply. "He didn't even stay to watch me brew anything. Do you think he'll come back around and watch me brew something then?"
Duncan gave Jacob a bewildered look.
"Do you mean to say..." he said very slowly and lowly, "...that you didn't do that for points? You seriously just scribbled all that stuff up there on a whim, for your own entertainment?"
Jacob glanced back at the periodic table he'd doodled on the board and then up at Duncan sheepishly.
"Well, not for my own entertainment, exactly...but I'd been thinking about it the other day, and I thought about maybe applying it to the potion I did, so I just doodled it up there to test out the idea -- you know?"
Duncan's head fell dramatically, as if he'd just been clubbed with a two-by-four. Then he started to laugh.
"What?" said Jacob. His own face was breaking out into a smile too, just hearing his friend laughing. "I thought it'd be interesting! You can't tell me it wouldn't be fun to try to make a new potion -- think about how much easier and safer it'd be, with a proper periodic table! It's really just common sense, isn't it...?"
"I hate you," muttered Duncan.
Those words, though, were accompanied by the fullest, brightest smirk and eyes that sparkled with fondness as he laughed harder than ever.
"Come on," he muttered through his cackling, taking hold of Jacob's shoulder. "Now that we've both got our O's in the bag, we'd best clean up and head out. Liv can meet us when she's done..."
Affectionate Prompts!
#hphm#hogwarts mystery#duncan ashe#jacob cromwell#olivia green#why yes duncan was usually very cautious with potions#that's part of why a lot of students blamed jacob for duncan's death#they knew duncan only ever got into dangerous situations for jacob#and sadly they weren't completely wrong#duncan tried to 'plus up' that erumpent potion because he thought it would draw R's focus away from jacob#like 'here I'll give you this powerful thing that can help you with the vaults just leave my boyf-- I mean buddy alone'#if only it was that simple :'(
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An AU thingy that umm, please listen to my ramble I beg you :[
Hello!!! Had this AU in mind for a bit too long decided to dump it all here :] sorry if it's all a bit messy I'm bad at organising those stuff hghghgghg <-- delusional (explanation and story below the images)
So:
I call it the FMN AU [Forget-Me-Not] and it's set in a fantasy world of course, in a great Empire of Heremitaran.
Because of how big the Empire is, it's divided in two, with two rulers: Ren The King of the North known for his bravery, plenty of victories, feared by those outside of his Empire , and the other one in the Sout is ... well... Mumbo.. (yes he's a king because his father died, he sucks at it tho, can't help but be that wet poor cat and not knowing what to do).
And that's when we come in with Grian and Scar.
There's a crown, to be specific, called the Vacivus Halo which is safely kept in Ren's vault , away from the rest of the world. It's the most powerful thing ever known, and Watchers are ready to fight for it against Listeners, who are worshipped by most of north people and Ren himself. The war those two spiecies of angel-gods started over a crown has been going for many centuries and now when Listeners has had it for themselves for so long, Watchers start to fear that they might use it against them to finally get rid of the enemy.
The crown has been under Watchers' control for some time too, that's when they tasked Mumbo's father with protecting it, but he died at war, crown got stolen, landed in Ren's hands and now all they got is Mumbo... They quickly realized that he's definetely not... well.. worthy? So they give the task of getting it back to an orphan living near the palace. He's a poor chicken keeper until he meets one of The Watchers disguised as a snake, asking him for help, the snake promises him everything he wants. So he agrees.
He gets powers such as:
Manipulating others' minds [putting images and memories that never existed before into anyone's head ]. It's his most powerful ability that he uses by just looking into their eyes, yet there's one thing about it: he can't make people forget the things he puts in their heads.
Flight, he has a cape that turns into wings when needed.
He can see what his snake sees whenever he wants, so he can use it to spy on people.
With those abilities he fools everyone at the palace into believing he's Mumbo's new guard and personal assasin, so he can be always close to the ruler who should be visiting the North very soon... he also makes friends with the young king, they get along pretty well.
Meanwhile Scar has a simmiliar story, though he was an assasin and Ren's guard before Listeners chose him. Ren is still in a good shape and probably will still be a good protector of the crown, but they felt like they need more than one If Watchers ever plan on getting the crown back, so they chose Scar by appearing to him as a cat, they wanted to tell him that they are ready to give him anything he wishes for but he was like "KITTY!!!!!!!! HELLO YOU SO CUTE!!" and agreed right away, just to have a scarf that turns into a cat...... he likes cats alright, he's been feeling pretty lonely recently too...
Scar's powers are:
Super speed [he got it with the boots]
Sensitive Hearing
Completely silent walking
He also got his cat [he named it Jellie because it's semi-transparent like a jelly when in not-scarf form lol] that can transform into a tiger like creature sometimes.
Yeah guess what.
They meet. Grian and Scar. They. Meet.
And they uhhh kinda make friends with eachother and don't really think that they might be enemies.
Watchers don't know that Scar is Listeners' servant, and the other way around, Listeners don't know that Grian is Watchers' servant.
Things escalate from here...... and that's where the story starts!
I have plans on making short comics and stories to tell you the lore piece by piece, but be aware that updates won't be very often, I'll try tho!
ASK ABOUT ANYTHING I WILL ANSWER THE QUESTIONS
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Just wanted to add that I made this AU long time ago and Jellie is a fundamental thing in it, very important, as much as she was important to all of us, may she rest in peace <3
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I'll make my own post actually. I think it's an under appreciated detail and piece of characterisation how the courier is buried not only fully clothed but also carrying stimpaks, caps, and their weapon of choice (and we know its THEIR weapon because the game gives you whatever type of weapon you scored highest in with skills). And sure its just a game mechanic thing but they could have just as easily had Doc Mitchell say "here's some stuff of mine to help you out" but he explicitly says "here, this is all you had on you". Also I need you guys to ignore the DLC dumping all that shit on you at the start of the game okay forget about it. I know it's funny but it's not what I'm talking about
It's interesting no matter who you pin this behavior on. If it was Benny preventing the Khans from robbing the courier as they would any raider victim, then that's just another layer of him thinking he's being respectful about the ordeal. Or at the very least enjoys having power over the Khans and ordering them around.
However my headcanon is that it was the Khans who buried the courier in this way. And I say this because they bury the courier in the same way they bury Chance, another Khan whose grave you can find in game, in his armor and with his weapon. And I just think it's fun and interesting to think that these guys who, from the comic we know wanted no real part in any of this and are only here for money, laid the courier to rest in the most respectful way they knew-- like one of theirs.
And actually according to one of the trailers the couriers hands are unbound while in their grave so. And they're still fully clothed. So actually Doc Mitchell giving the courier the vault suit is more likely because he had to dispose of their og clothing because yknow. It'd be filthy from being in the ground and on the couriers comatose body (do you know what the body does when it's comatose. Trust me you don't want those clothes back) and also knowing emergency medicine the courier was probably cut out of their clothes because if you're concerned about a head/neck injury cutting clothes off is less disruptive then trying to wiggle an unconscious person out of them and possibly causing more damage.
Anyway. Either way the Khans and Benny still show more respect to the couriers "dead" body then the courier/you the player show to any of your victims I mean. How many powder gangers did you strip naked and leave to rot under the desert sun? Or legionaries? Or raiders? Or the Khans themselves? Much to think about
#Txt#Fnv#Fallout new vegas#The tangent about medically cutting someone from their clothes is dedicated to the person who I got in a fight with over#How cruel the Khans were to leave you naked in your grave when that literally is not what happened#I have to defend my guys. You understand#great khans#benny gecko
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i wasn't going to keep cluttering people's dashes up with my ffxiv stream-of-consciousness posts. but after a chance run-in with @arcanistvysoren in the dusk vigil one night, i was encouraged to make more. so, hey! heavensward! that was a lot!
one thing you can always count on final fantasy to do is give you leitmotifs. sad scene? leitmotif. climactic battle? leitmotif. quest accepted? leitmotif. hey, dragonsong is nice. why not?
it's difficult to overstate how habitually this game throws beautiful atmosphere at you and makes it look effortless. i know i keep repeating myself, but it keeps being true. the quiet desolation of riding through the coerthas western highlands at night with a blizzard battering you and fog obscuring the horizon. ough
i was looking forward to royce's role as a self-exiled ishgardian in this part of the story, and i was very much not let down. heavensward spends a lot of time emphasizing what an irreplaceable asset the warrior of light becomes to ishgard, so the bitter taste that she would have experienced during the early coerthas ARR quests rises to a nauseating pitch. oh, now the ishgardian authorities care. now they want her around. now they want to heap praise on her for pulling them out of the fire. when they did nothing to help save her squad five years ago and went damnatio memoriae on her when she vanished. they're lucky she's too heroic to let them burn.
i'm not exactly sure how she works through her feelings by the end. i'll have to think about it. write about it, maybe. we'll see.
the dragon plot is fine. it works! it's cool! it's all very mythic in scale and appropriately tragic. i'm just more drawn to the expansion's mundane side. it's easy for final fantasy to get carried away with itself when it's got aether and primals and multiverses flying around, so we need the periods where we deal with interpersonal conflict to keep it grounded and speak to lived human experience.
i mean, the windows into how ignorant ishgardian citizens are and how deep their religious indoctrination actually goes? that's meaty. a church covering up everything from their archbishop's love child to the history their core theology was founded on? that's the good stuff
god, it's hilarious how much estinien and aymeric were engineered in a lab for fans to fall in love with them. they're elves, they're tall, they have deep voices and piercing eyes and swooshy hair, they're brooding, they're burdened with great and terrible responsibility. estinien is beat-for-beat the "character 1" archetype of otome games: mysterious and mean, but defrosts over his story arc. you have dinner at aymeric's house! the dev team had to know that these fellows were going to have a following and leaned into it.
actually, wait, does aymeric fall into the "responsible authority figure" otome archetype? is haurchefant the "flirty, excitable younger guy" archetype? am i onto something here? pepesilvia.jpg
poor haurchefant ):
speaking of characters, cid is growing on me. i didn't pay much attention to him in ARR, but i like that he continues to play a major role. he's a fun guy to have around. royce draws heavily from cyan garamonde, who's a notorious technophobe, and i wonder whether she inherited some of that character DNA too. you are a good man and i trust you but do not dare augment my lance. more power means more parts to break. cold steel will never fail you
the vault and baelsar's wall are awesome as dungeons, but lol, lmao. there is something to be said for bark trigger volume. filthy rats! [crackling fireball noise] sickness must be purged! [explosion] filthy rats! [griffin sword swing] sloppyyy!! [another explosion] sickness must be purged!
i have finally found a part of the game i dislike: leap of faith. UGHHH. why am i good at every GATE except that one. UGHHH
oh i have THOUGHTS about that duel with raubahn
emmanellain's job is just beach
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For the character + AU thing:
Arlong + Vampire AU
Beckman + Olympics AU (I see him as being a coach for some reason)
Alvida + Superhero AU (because my girl doesn't get enough love I'm going to start pitching her more often—I figure if I can make ya think about Arlong surely I can make folks think about Alvida)
I'll keep these short so I don't go with a 3ft long post by the end of it.
Arlong Vampire AU - here's the twist, you dear reader, are the vampire.
-:- This massive hunk of danger is... a little less dangerous to you. Fishmen are strong, most definitely, but you're just as strong and much, much faster.
-:- Arlong finds himself in your debt, he was nearly caught or killed by marines, and you found him on the brink of death and decided to save him. He does not like this, but his own odd code of honor keeps him from diving into the sea to be rid of you.
-:- human looking as you are, he's intrigued at both your lack of fear, and your care about his lineage - or your own really. You're bored and playful, and entirely uninterested in the world when it comes to any heavy matters. He finds the longer he spends with you, the less he cares about the world as well.
-:- He never adapts your level of apathy though, and instead stirs a desire in you to see the world after all. Deep under the waves there's no sun you need fear, for the source of light in his home down isn't the same.
-:- Maybe you change the world together, or maybe you just end up deciding the two of you are world enough. However the story goes, you'll both be sinking your teeth into someone.
Beckman Olympics AU
I apologize for making this this short, but the only thing I could think was Yuri! On Ice, except it's one piece, you're the ice skater, and Beckman is the coach.
It's couples skating competition though, and your skating partner is Shanks - flirty, charismatic, always full of life and fire, decidedly different from Beckman. You and Shanks have fantastic chemistry together, especially on the ice, and it's vaulting your progress through the ranks.
Benn's stuck stuffing his feelings down, and you're stuck thinking that you're all-business no-nonsense coach just doesn't like you that way.
The frustrating misunderstanding is cleared up by Shanks, who stuffs you in a locker and then has a conversation with Beckman after he gets you to calm down. The confession from Beckman, and his desire to not create waves between you and Shanks, clears a lot of air - and a lot more after Shanks open the locker. >.>
Alvida + Superhero AU
Alvida has power, but she's not really a hero or a villain. More out for herself and her own gains, she doesn't really pick a side so much as she just slips in where she pleases.
Whether you're a hero, villain, or something undefinable like Alvida, I don't think you have powers in this one. A deep secret maybe, some kind of valuable lineage or knowledge, and it's a crazy, zany, nearly uncontrolled slippery ride from one catastrophe to the next.
Buggy and company seem willing to help keep you safe, but Alvida thinks he's half of the problem honestly. He always manages to pull you, and everyone else through it all, so neither of you decide to leave.
Alvida certainly complains, but you can't blame her. It's anxiety inducing, waiting for Buggy's damned dumb luck to kick in when it's his own incompetence that usually has you in a tight spot.
Alvida promises you though, no matter how tight the spot, she'll make sure you both slip through and come out the other side.
Send me a character and an AU and I'll give you a treat.
#quin answers#ask game#x reader#reader insert#au roulette#arlong the saw#benn beckman#alvida one piece#thecrimsonacademic
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speak now from the vault sentence starters
i've got my money on things going badly.
i'm still hoping that the fire won't burn me.
all i know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life.
i'm trying hard not to look like i'm trying.
i've grown accustomed to sleeping alone.
and maybe i call you mine.
'cause she's the kind of book that you can't put down.
and to tell you the truth, sometimes i wish i was her.
she won't lose herself in love the way that i did.
little does he know, his whole world's about to change.
i've been watching you for ages.
i spend my time trying not to feel it.
what would you do if i went to touch you now?
i could see you up against the wall with me.
i can see you.
and we kept everything professional, but something's changed.
it's best that we move fast and keep quiet.
you won't believe half the things i see inside my head.
you know i won't ever tell.
i could see you being my addiction.
you can see me as a secret mission.
i will start behaving myself.
i used to be great.
they used to cheer when they saw my face.
now i fear, i have fallen from grace.
i watch all my bridges burn to the ground.
you don't want to know me. i will just let you down.
you don't want to know me now.
i held that grudge, til it tore me apart.
power went to my head and i couldn't stop.
ones i loved tried to help, so i ran them off.
and here i sit alone, behind walls of regret.
i don't know how it could've ended this way.
people look at me like i'm a monster.
now they're screaming that they hate me.
never wanted you to hate me.
chances are tonight you've already got plans.
chances are i will talk myself to sleep again.
you give me just enough attention to keep my hopes too high.
you are not the exception.
you will never learn your lesson.
stop checking your mailbox for confessions of love that ain't never gonna come.
you know how to keep me waiting.
i know how to act like i'm fine.
don't know what to call this situation, but i know i can't call you mine.
i will do my best to seem bulletproof.
when my head is on your shoulder, it starts thinking you'll come around.
maybe someday when we're older, this is something we'll laugh about.
how could i not see the signs?
you haven't written me or called.
i'll get your longing glances, but they'll get your ring.
you should've been walking out.
he just wasn't the one.
in those photos, i saw us instead.
in another life, you still would've turned my head.
you still would've been mine.
we would've been timeless.
'cause i believe that we were supposed to find this.
you're always gonna be mine.
i'm gonna love you when our hair is turning gray.
#rp memes#rp ask meme#rp starters#rp prompts#ask meme#roleplay memes#if there's typos shut up i cant read
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anyway taking a break from other aus because i've been thinking about my fallout au a lot lately! i'm currently building Eventer in fallout 4 to get pic refs but that'll take me quite some time. for now, an updated version of the au framework!
i wrote this: "since we have joe, bk, and ky now i have to add them! i think bk and ky were traveling together for awhile, both of them being from a recently opened vault. joe i think is someone from a different settlement that takes a shine to michael and follows him to Eventer." in a different post but i already want to change that so *scribbles over it* REDO god this au has so many retcons already
i had to read more this bc i started fucking RAMBLING
gavin is not a vault dweller, he is a mr. handy who was put into a synth body (like curie) this explains his british accent and also i think it just fits. i have a wip of a fanfic of them doing the procedure to transfer him into the synth body that maybe one day i'll finish and post here, who knows.
YOU KNOW I GOTTA ADD THE NEWBIES <33 it will be very hard for me to not make joe "guy who gets inexplicably attached to michael and follows him everywhere" in every single au i make but for this i think joe might be a vault dweller (for reference, jeremy and previously gavin before i retconned him were the only vault dwellers) i just think being a vault dweller can give you that kind of new baby but quickly learning the ropes feel that joe has for me still
bk is definitely a shop owner or caravaner that eventually just moved in because she made so many friends. she has such a big and friendly personality i really see her making a lot of social connections and being on good terms with most people who caravan or have stores. i think in eventer she runs a weapons store!
ky i can see as almost like, the unofficial mayor of eventer. she brings everyone together and makes the community closer! she's great at organizing events (heh) remembering important things about what the community needs or wants, ect. she isnt "in charge" as no one really has all the power, but i think her jack and trevor are the ones most respected and who people go to when they need a town wide decision made.
speaking of, i decided i wanted to have trevor and alfredo sort be what valentine is and make them detectives! i want to incorporate more red web vibes in my aus and fallout is a perfect place for that as there are canonically aliens and cryptids in the fallout universe, as well as. you know. murder and such.
as far as who lives together and their roles in the community the updated version would be:
michael and lindsay live together and run a general goods store and as such are involved in trade with other towns and farms nearby. lindsay is a ghoul in this au btw. because i couldn't not make someone a ghoul and i think ghouls are fucking badass so its them, as the most badass person in ah.
gavin lives alone but has several cats. he is the doctor and runs a small clinic out of his home.
jack lives alone and is the radio dj! mostly playing music but also settlement wide announcements when necessary and covering the news ect, like most fallout radio djs do.
trevor and alfredo live together and run a detective agency. when they don't have any cases, trevor builds stuff to help the community and alfredo picks up guard duty rounds as he is one of their most competent with a gun.
matt and jeremy live together! matt works with their livestock (which is just a handful of brahmin and also a radstaag they cant get to leave) while jeremy is more of the "main character" since i made this au because of him, so he goes off an adventures the most. of course he comes back at least every 2 days because of his cats! who if you'll remember, are an eye bot (zipper), a tiny securiton (booker), and 3 real cats.
bk and ky live together - bk runs a weapons story which i am electing right now to call Friendly Fire because thats their team name but also it FITS SO WELL OMG - anyway ky helps with this sometimes when she's not busy planning a cookout, or helping matt set up something for the animals, or giving jack news updates to talk about ect.
EDIT I FORGOT TO ADD JOE: joe lives alone and i think is the head guard like he patrols and keeps the town safe bc its very open. he also delegates patrolling schedules ect. cannot stress enough how he is not a cop tho. he is guarding the town from mole rats and raiders not arresting ppl for crimes.
#fo au#logan speaks#posts this at 3am and scampers away#achievement hunter#main tag bc im feelin wild
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my current album ranking, and why
i think some of this will be pretty controversial, so i've done my best to explain. what i'll also say is that i genuinely believe that every album of hers is truly brilliant in every way, but i simply prefer some over others and that comes down to personal feelings. yours may well be different.
10. evermore.
ouch. sorry. i can hear the pained screams from here. i really do apologise. here's the thing about me: i'm a big pop girlie. like, almost exclusively. i love pop music for its energy and passion and power. i know evermore has at least the latter two in its own way, but i can't mesh with it. i have tried, and i continue to try. basically, when folklore came out, i was a little feral for more taylor, but i knew it wasn't for me. that meant my reaction to evermore at first listen was "really? again?" i'm so sorry. i really am.
favourite song: closure.
least favourite song: it's time to go.
9. taylor swift (debut).
i think it's pretty common to have this one so low, and for me it's roughly the same reason as everyone else. one, i'm not a big country fan. i like it, but it's not really what i like, and that's the way of things. it's a very good country album, but i can't force myself to be a big country fan, even for taylor. second, she just became a better artist as her lyrics, production and voice matured and developed. this happens with virtually every artist and it's great to see. i don't have anything really critical to say about debut, just that it is not as good as a lot of the rest of her catalogue.
favourite song: a perfectly good heart.
least favourite song: cold as you (sorry).
8. fearless.
i did not like pretty much all of the fearless vault. i'm sorry. i just didn't. i could see exactly why they didn't get onto the original album, which doesn't happen anywhere near as much with the other vaults. just to get that out the way, because a vault shouldn't judge the album.
this was one of the very first cds i ever owned. i thought it was the coolest thing ever. her face on the cover is scribbled all over, because i was six when i got it. okay? forgive me. it gives the album a lot of nostaligia factor, and i do genuinely love it, but for some tracks i feel like nostaligia is all they have going for them. the rerecord really helped this, but ... yeah. it's just not as good as her other stuff.
favourite song: fifteen.
least favourite song: bye bye baby.
7. folklore.
put your pitchforks away. it's a good album, a great album if i'm honest. i understand the hype wholeheartedly. i don't think it's overrated. it's just not for me. i wanted to be a folklore girl, i really did, but it just didn't work out between us. the thing that makes it better than evermore at least for me is the fact that the songs are a lot more varied in production - not to say all the evermore songs sound the same, but i find the production of it to be a lot safer in several ways. i'm just not an indie girl and i've come to accept that.
favourite song: seven.
least favourite song: hoax.
6. speak now.
this is another one i've spent so much time with, mainly because i just LOVE the concepts and aesthetics of this album. it's just gorgeous. but it's not my favourite. i do really like it, much more than i used to in recent years, but again, i'm a pop girlie through and through. i don't have a lot to say really, it's pretty middle of the road for me. i think the best thing about it is how well and clearly emotions are shown in it, which is just so so brilliant, especially seeing as she was so young when she wrote it. some of her best work lyrically is in speak now for sure.
favourite song: speak now.
least favourite song: innocent.
5. red.
okay, i love red. i love red so much. this was the album that made me a swiftie. i don't know how many people agree with this, but when i think of red i don't think of autumn, i think of being younger and things being simpler, i think of late summer. my favourite taylor swift song (which has been so since the first time i heard it) is on this album. the lyricism (which, shockingly, exists in songs other than all too well!) and the emotion is to me at one of its peaks for taylor. the likes of we are never ever getting back together, 22, and i knew you were trouble will be fossilised, like them or not. it's just so quintessentially taylor in every way and deserves so much love beyond atwtmv.
favourite song: treacherous.
least favourite song: not picking one. no way.
4. lover.
this one moves sooo much for me and is actually my most played album of hers which is pretty crazy. i'll never relate to it probably, but it's just too underrated. it's gorgeous and it screams summer and dancing and being so mindlessly happy you can't think of anything else, but still holds close to it that painful relatability taylor songs are so special for. i just love it so much, i couldn't put it into words. go appreciate lover more! i'm also an unironic unapologetic me! stan. it's great, you're just boring.
favourite song: i think he knows.
least favourite song: it's nice to have a friend.
3. midnights.
i'm a firm believer in the idea that her "best" album is a different question to "your favourite" album because they're affected by different things. THIS is her best album. i don't care what you say. it has it all. narrative? gorgeous and cohesive yet tasteful. production? thematically on point, cohesive but never derivative. lyrics? every emotion, every experience, packed into 13 songs. wow wow wow. she did that, released it, and got on with her life. most artists could only dream of releasing midnights. and then the 3am edition??? even more of the same. we don't deserve it, i fear.
favourite song: question...?
least favourite song: glitch.
2. 1989.
as i listen to the rerecord more and more, this will definitely go up at some point. this is just sonically, lyrically, vocally, conceptually pop perfection. there is not one bad song on this album. there isn't even a song below an 8/10 on this album. it's just amazing and beautiful in every way. no notes.
favourite song: i wish you would.
1. reputation.
REPUTATION !!!! i can't say enough about the beauty that is reputation. i don't even know where to start. it's too good. it's the perfect revenge album, the perfect comebacl album and the perfect love album. i still live in 2017 with how this album gets me. perfection, everywhere.
favourite song: call it what you want but also all of them at once.
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Power Armor Punch Part Forty
Masterlist
Nick: Still a little suspicious, but that's something at least... and unfortunately other than that book, all we have to go on is your word and her memories. So now what? What's the next move?
Damien: “Ah, well… My brother, Hector, is still alive as well. At least I assume so.” (Shakes his head) “Idiot ran off to join some gang in a vault a long while back, haven’t heard from him since. I told him he was horsing around with the wrong folks and was gonna get himself killed, but he wouldn’t have it. His memory is a bit sharper than mine so he would’ve known more.”
Jasmine: (Looks back at Nick, blinking slowly)
Nick: Hector... Hector... *looking down slightly, seeing if he can recall him before looking up at Damien* Don't suppose it was Vault 114, was it...? And that gang, dressed like a bunch of mobsters from before the war?
Damien: (Shrugs his shoulders and sighs) “Might’ve been. I know it’s not too far off from here because he tried to get me to tag along by saying I would still be able to come back here to “mope and sulk” every evening, and he was dressed like those mobsters you’d see in the paper back in the day.”
Nick: *grunts indignantly at that last part* Sounds like like he joined the Triggermen- got in with Skinny and his goons. I'll have to do some digging to see if Hector's still... around. My partner and I really cleaned out the place but let's just say we let the ring leader and a few of his men off on a "warning".
Damien: (Shakes his head with an even heavier sigh) “That dumbass. If something like that had happened, he’d come squealing back with his tail between his legs like a-… Oh!!” (Lights up like he just won the lottery)
Jasmine: (Gives him a confused stare at his apparent revelation)
Damien: (Points to her, grinning from ear to ear) “Your friend! He tried to help me convince Hector to stay! He was here, alive!”
Jasmine: (Makes a motion with her hand for him to keep talking, she had many friends)
Damien: “The boy! The one gave you a kiss and you punched him, remember? Everyone had laughed. The one that I shoved into the closet and you made me get him out and say sorry. Him! His memory is still as good as it was back then, he could say a lot more than I could.”
Jasmine: (Makes a noise that might be a laugh or a sob while she covers her mouth with her free hand, casting her gaze to the ground while she bites her lip)
Damien: (Snaps his fingers, trying to draw out more details) “Hm, I know he was in the fishing business…. Had a boat and was bringing in a big haul because he paid me to help him unload….”
Nick: Donovan, perhaps? Where does he usually dock? *already wondering if he needs to take a trip to Far Harbor*
Jasmine: (Turns to Nick and shrugs, motioning for Damien to keep talking)
Damien: (Rubs his hands together) “Ah, yes. He’s at that one place I would go to over the summer, the one that you said that you’d hoped I’d get swallowed up by a whale on my way there because I bragged too much.” (Smiles again at her) “He’s still a good guy, invited me to come and stay with him, but I had to hang back and see if the prodigal brother would come home.”
Jasmine: (Motions again for him to keep talking, still unsure which boy he’s talking about as his descriptions could fit several and his memory might be a little off)
Damien: (Thinks some more) “Oh, wait…. The boy who’d played the dog during the school play, annoyed you while trying to get into character. That’s Donovan, right?”
Jasmine: (Takes in a slow deep breath as she closes her eyes and squeezes Nicks hand, not sure how to feel about this)
Nick: Mm. Sounds like a possible lead. *holding his chin in thought, tapping it with his index finger*
Damien: “Oh yes it is. He can remember things almost as clear as the day it happened, without using a lounger. I have to say, I’m a little jealous he’s able to keep it together.” (Holds up his notebook) “I have to write everything I know down. It’s not practical, I already lost two notebooks worth of memories… Not sure how much I’ve forgotten or recalling correctly.” (Smiles sadly) “But that’s old age for you. It’s better than having nothing at all.”
Jasmine: (Just gazing off at nothing with a thousand yard stare, her grip on Nicks hand getting loose while she tries to sort things out with herself)
Damien: (Concerned) “Is Rosa alright…?” (Even with the scraps of memories, he knows Rosalinda was never the quiet type. And yet she hasn’t said a word. He would think that she’d at least perk up with the news that her good friend was still alive)
Nick: Hm? *looks down at her then back at Damien* She's probably processing the news. After all she's been through it's quite a shock to hear one of your old friends is probably still around after 200 years. *slight chuckle then a more serious tone as he looks at Damien with a somber expression* Listen. Remember that terrible place I mentioned? That... *carefully picking out his words to keep Jas from having another panic attack. Sadly as he looks back up from under his hat* Where she disappeared too...? It nearly broke her spirit. There's small moments, the occasional burst of reckless energy and enthusiasm from back then that bubbles to the surface, but the Rosa you knew? From when you were kids? She's buried deep under what they did to her. *lifts his now free hand and rests it on his daughter's shoulder with a sympathetic look at her*
Jasmine: (Doesn't flinch or move, just keeps staring off while processing all of this)
Damien: (Goes completely quiet, glancing at the once spunky spirted girl who’d fight a bear without batting an eye then happily skip home. Whatever they did had to be horrible to tear her down like this…) “I can’t remember much of what happened after she was taken. But I do know there was something missing in our town, it was darker and gloomier….” (Shakes his head) “But why her of all kids? She was just a little girl…”
Nick: *slight protective grip on her shoulder. He looks up a bit more* As vile as this sounds it was her strength and her looks... something about her and who her biological parents were really got the attention of a bigger party. That's why... *bitterly* Age didn't matter in the eyes of her captors.
Damien: (Silently nods, deciding not to ask anymore questions about her as he doesn’t feel like he’s in a position to) “That’s horrible. I’m so sorry Rosalinda… You out of all people didn’t deserve this...”
Jasmine: (Blinks, then raises her head to glance at Nick before she goes back to staring off at the floor, her hand gripping onto her knife. Donovan, her friend that could have bene considered family, is alive… But what the hell does she do about it? Process it? She’s torn between two different viewpoints, different approaches that mostly involve avoiding)
Nick: *gone silent too... after a moment he blinks and looks up, smacking himself for not realizing it sooner* I've questioned you a few times about cases around here, haven't I...?
Damien: (Smiles and nods at Nick) “You’ve have on occasion. Most recent one was about some chick who bolted from her parents. As most times, I didn’t have much to say. I’ve also heard ‘bout things you’ve done too, both big and small. The mayor sprouts in a few words as well… You seem like a well rounded man with good morals, that’s a rare find these days.” (Gesture at Jasmine) “And it seems like you take good care of Rosa, you must love her a lot.”
Jasmine: (It’s been over 200 years, maybe Donny changed a great deal. Especially after living in this fucked up world, he’s not going to be the same goofball boy who needs a haircut and also needs to work on his balance because he keeps falling over. And she’s changed too, for the worse on the most part. They’ll be strangers…)
Nick: *wraps his arm around her shoulder and pulls her to his side affectionately with a proud smile* Like my own flesh and blood. Well... if I had flesh... or blood. *chuckles at that self jab*
Jasmine: (Blinks in surprise when this kind gesture bring her back into reality, lifting her head to stare up at Nick with a confused look. She was so deep into thought that she just kinda tuned them out)
Damien: (Just grins at the two, happy that at least Rosa has someone to watch out for her, as a parent. And maybe she’ll have Donovan to care about her too, if all goes well for her. He hoped so)
Nick: Anyway... thanks for the information and for being a good sport in all the other times I've gone to you for clues on a case, Damien. I think it's time we made our leave. Got another lead to chase before we can get to Far Harbor.
Damien: (Nods his head) “No problem, it’s been a pleasure speaking to you. I’m glad you’re safe and healthy now, Rosalinda. Best of luck to the both of you.” (Smiles warmly at Jasmine)
Jasmine: (Nods back, signing “thank you” which is easy to figure out even without knowing ASL)
Damien: (Gives a final wave while he turns and heads to the door so he can get back to his apartment)
Jasmine: (Watches Damien as he starts to leave blankly, looking back up at Nick with wide eyes that are slightly misty from her earlier train of thoughts)
Nick: *waves him off before starting up guide his daughter back down the stairs*
Geneveve: *just wrapping up her final song before her break. It's a more stripped down almost blues cover of Mystic by Adam Jensen* No ones gonna worry- notice when I'm gone! No they won't know I'm missin' 'till they pull me out the mystic~! *blows a kiss out to the audience with a seductive wink as they give a pretty decent applause*
Nick: *to Lucille* Seems like your daughter's already hit her stride here...
Lucille: I know! *sniffs* I'm so proud!
Nick: And to think, just yesterday you were hauling her back from a mission as scrap.
Lucille: They grow up so fast!
Geneveve: Mama! *approaching them absolutely beaming* Did you enjoy the show?
Lucille: You were amazing up there, sweetie. You're going to do well here. I know it.
Geneveve: *hugs Lucille suddenly* Thank you... I'm going to miss you...
Lucille: I'm going to miss you, too...
Magnolia: *from accross the bar* Geneveve-! *waving her to come over*
Geneveve: *pulls away* Oh- management calls. If I don't see you before you leave, I hope you stay safe on your journey. *and like that, she's gone as fast as she appeared*
Jasmine: (Takes a tight hold of Nicks arm with both of hers to prevent her from acting on that urge to scratch, glancing around the bar quickly to take stock of everyone and everything before plunging back into her thoughts with that emotionless stare at the ground)
Lucille: *turns to the three* Alright. Everyone ready to go?
Nick: As ready as we could be.
Lucille: *already turning and making her way to the exit* Then let's get going! *enthusiastically marching away*
Nick: *small laugh and walks after her, taking Jas with him*
Lucille: *leads them out of the bar where the sun brightly shines down on them*
Nick: *looks up at the sky, shading his face with his freehand* Good to be above ground...
Hancock: Where are you three off so soon? Leaving without saying so much as a goodbye? Specially you, Nick?
Nick: *rolls his eyes* What do you want, John?
Hancock: To know why you were crawling all over the Memory Den awning, that's what!
Jasmine: (Just following along without taking much notice of her surrounds other than the occasional check for danger. Her biggest thought is that of what will happen if she meets Donovan again after so many years had passed since she was torn from her family. What will he think of her now that’s she’s a trained killer? What will he say? Will he even recognize her?)
Nick: Does it matter...? It was under my agency balcony.
Hancock: In my city. We have an agreement, Nick. No snooping unless someone's missing or in danger-
Nick: John, Jasmine was hiding drugs up there and I was trying to get her clean. Last I checked, I'm allowed to look after my own.
Hancock: *squints* Alright, Valentine. I'm gonna let you off this one time. But only cause it was for Jazzy's own good. But if I hear you're poking into someone's business like that again, some things are going to change around here.
Nick: Careful, John. You're starting to sound authoritarian. *wry smirk* Isn't this supposed to be a free city?
Hancock: *goes quiet then walks off, knowing Nick has him there* You guys keep Jazzy safe.
Lucille: Will do! *starts on her way again, and before long they're outside of Goodneighbor*
Jasmine: (Doesn’t react to the conversation but nods at Hancock goodbye. Once they are outside, she let’s go of Nick to put on her gas mask and walk on her own with her hands free and ready for any attacks)
Nick: So what's the plan? Don't forget there are Supermutants in the area as well as Raiders.
Lucille: We sneak around them as soon as we see signs of their camps. If they start firing we run like the wind- don't engage.
Nick: Not always possible-
Lucille: Then we fight like hell.
Jasmine: (Has all of her senses sharp, shoving away all her thoughts into a closet in her mind until it’s safe again to think. Her walk is strong yet silent, barely leaving much of a trail for someone to follow if they tried)
Lucille: *walking along, Mrs. Fredrick- her plasma rifle- out and ready if they need to fight*
Nick: *has a modded sniper rifle out, also just in case*
Lucille: *stops* Alright. I see meat bags ahead crouch low and stay silent. *crouches and starts moving slowly, her chameleon armor activating and turning her invisible*
Nick: *does the same without question*
Jasmine: (Was already silent and mute from the start, but somehow manages to be even more so while she lowers herself and follows Nick)
Lucille: *manages to clear it without notice*
Nick: *does the same, the Silver Shroud outfit suppressing his steps as he sneaks around the sky scraper and meat bag laden buildings*
Jasmine: (The sight of the meat bags tug and pang at her heart a little, but other than a small and suppressed whimper from under her mask she doesn’t react much. She’s like a ghostly shadow walking through, not drawing any attention)
Lucille: *once they're past the terrifying camp and out of ear shot* Can't wait to do that at least five more times- where is this vault, anyhow? I assume west of Diamond City?
Nick: You know. I never quite confirmed that. *looks to Jas as they walk*
Jasmine: (Slowly looks between the two, turning on her Pipboy map and clicking around) “The Vault is southwest actually, and fucking far from here.” (Shows them her Pipboy that has a location marked wayyyyy off the Commonwealth map- in New York actually) “I do not think it is worth the walk...”
Lucille: Well, Nick? Ready for another long road trip of self discovery?
Nick: Don't see why not. *smirks* Always worth an adventure if it means a case gets closed.
Lucille: *starts walking again* Let's just hope we don't run into some other gen 2 that claims to be your long lost sibling.
Nick: God... TWO DiMAs?! I don't know if I could handle it. *chuckles as he starts walking again*
Jasmine: (Follows along without saying anything, hand on one of her knives. Still has her serious doubts on all of this, what if they are poking a sleeping bear…?)
Lucille: *as they walk* So Vault first?
Nick: Considering it's so out of the way and we're closer to the glowing sea, Jas's old home would be our best bet. Besides you're going to need your power armor.
Lucille: Guess we're heading to vault 88 real quick. *makes the change in their course*
Nick: *nods* The subway entrance- it's easier.
Jasmine: (Hesitates for half a second hearing that they are going to her home… Her home that’s empty and reduced to rubble…)
Lucille: *ignores this mostly because she's watching the road for danger*
Nick: *to Jas* We gotta find answers, kiddo.
Jasmine: (Doesn’t answer, just silently keeps walking without so much of a glance to Nick. If that’s what he wants to do, then she guess that’s what’s it’s gonna be)
Lucille: *soon they're at a manhole somewhere around Quincy. She climbs in and leaves Nick and Jas outside to guard the place until she's back with her power armor*
Nick: *looking around the area calmly*
Jasmine: (Sticks her hands in her pockets over her gun and knife, keeping tabs on everything around her. Almost like a turret on standby, which is exactly the point. She really hopes nothing serious happens on the way there, trouble has already overstayed it’s welcome…)
Nick: *spies something weird out the corners of his eye- a sort of pointed tail slipping from around the building* What the...?
Jasmine: (Does a one-eighty with her gun drawn out, pointing it at the building. As normal, she starts panning out and walking to the side in order to get a better view without getting too close)
The tail: *gone... and it's owner? Gone with it (obviously)*
Nick: Looks like they ran off...
???: *there's a light padding noise behind the detective before a sing songy* Looking for something??
Nick: *spins on his heel to find a man in a faded red dress shirt and dark grey tie, suspenders holding up worn dress pants, and a fedora smiling like some sort of Cheshire cat and even sitting as such on top of the manhole cover- balancing the balls of his feet in scuffed up black loafers* Where the hell...?! *has his gun pointed directly at him*
???: Tee-hee- the sky you see-! *smoothly flicking a brightly glowing pointed tail* Seems Nick Valentine has caught me! *raises his hands and stands up straight*
Nick: You gonna say things in rhyme like that forever? *gun trails up as the man rises*
???: *scratches at one of the glowing horns skewering the fedora* No but I enjoy having fun in this world when I can! This place isn't kind to any child, woman or man-
Nick: WOULD YA CUT IT OUT?!
???: *flicks the tail indignantly with a frown* Fine- I will!
Jasmine: (Growling) “Do not come any closer, or I will fucking shoot.” (Still panning out so she and Nick have the guy surrounded)
???: *ear flicks up* That voice- I've heard your voice before! *whole posture changes. He slumps eyes looking a little more dead inside. Quietly* I couldn't save you from the vault... *goes quiet for a moment, the tail completely goes limp as he studies Jas. Then, voice slightly breaking* There was too much security... Just too much...
Nick: Wait... *now recalling him since he's dropped his facade* Officer Linus Rammstein-?
Linus: *darkly, staring dead at Nick* Don't call me by that name- Teshteal. *almost desperately* Please... call me Teshteal.
Jasmine: (Starts to shake a little when she hears him mention the vault, grinding her teeth together) “What the fuck?!” (Starts closing in faster with her gun still drawn) “WHO ARE YOU?!”
Teshteal: *goes as stiff as a board, hands raised with a terrified expression* I was one of their experiments! I think I was supposed to be some sort of control to yours. They wouldn't tell me anything after they tricked me into their "program". *quietly* God... the screams I heard... that was you... I'm so sorry I couldn't save you... I wanted to...
Nick: And like your previous identity, you suck at physically defending yourself during a confrontation. How did he ever make it through the academy...?
Teshteal: Why? Because I'm not drawing my gun at someone much more capable-?! I know a lost battle when I see one, Detective. *tries to feign a sheepish grin at Nick*
Jasmine: (Not letting her guard or her gun down while she stands only a few feet away from him. She can’t, it won’t let her while she glares down Teshteal through her mask) “What the bloodily hell are you going on about?!”
Teshteal: The people from the vault- they sought out citizens with combat experience through some sort of "Advanced training program". I fell for it and they used me and probably a few others for the same experiments you went through! *sadly, looking at her* I could hear your pleas for mercy in my cell... I wanted to save you from them... I know it's hard to believe me after everything both of us went through but please, I'm telling the truth.
Jasmine: (Now visibly trembling while she sucks in a deep, slow breath. Still doesn’t let down her gun but she stopped closing in. Her head is telling her not to fall for it, that he could be faking despite it being almost impossible. Don’t let up… Play the game… Neutralize the threat…)
Nick: How do I know you're truly Linus...?
Teshteal: *winces at that name* You and Dio once busted me for taking chems out of the evidence locker to use on my plants as fertilizer. Only let me off with a warning since the case had already been closed...
Nick: *goes silent at the very sudden memory of them standing in front of a very stupid and dumbfounded Linus with a bunch of chems piled over his pants none of them actually used. The look the two detectives shared being pure disbelief at how someone so stupid could even be a cop in the first place* That proves it.
Teshteal: Also you- *at Jas* You ran away from home. We tried to help you- I ran after the car that you described- blue and white sedan- while Dio tried to reason with you.
Jasmine: (Tilts her head while the grip on her gun tightens and she straightens up, attempting to stop herself from shaking so damn much. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid….)
Teshteal: *notices her grip on the gun tighten. He falls to his knees. His eyes glaze over and dawn that thousand yard empty stare. In a very deadpan and defeated tone* That's all... shoot me if you must. I'll understand why.
Nick: *doesn't move to stop her. It's still a little odd to him that Linus still in his mid 20s without being frozen in time... either they somehow made him immortal or he was replaced by some form of synth- but that has implications that border on the line of coincidence*
Jasmine: (Shakes her head, unwanted tears coming to her eyes under the mask. He’s only a threat in the assassin side of her, the side that they made. Otherwise he’s just some guy, a guy who’s obviously broken inside. Maybe by the same people) “It is fucked up... I cannot do that! But I cannot stop, they will not let me… Those voices are so fucking strong.” (Suddenly and very aggressive throws down her gun) “I will meet you there!” (Starts booking it in the direction of the Glowing Sea without looking back to her Dad for an answer. Within minutes she’s nothing but a shadow running at inhumane speed along the best path to their original destination. They can catch up to her later, but she needs to clear her damned head that won’t shut up!)
Nick: Jas-! Wait-! *starts to give chase*
Teshteal: *his eyes blink open. He doesn't give chase at all and watches as Nick goes after the girl. He doesn't see the point until he hears a gun click behind his head*
Lucille: Alright. Talk. Where are they? The two that were just here*
Teshteal: *suddenly dawns the facade again. Cheerily while bobbing his head back and forth* To the glowing sea! To the glowing see did two I see!
Lucille: ... Why are you talking like that?
Teshteal: I like to rhyme when I have the time- *gets whacked a by a hand* Ow! Okay! Everyone hates rhymes today, then! They really did go to the glowing sea. I can track them my nose, in fact-
Lucille: You have a heightened sense of smell or something?
Teshteal: Yes- like a hound- a sweet little hound!
Lucille: ... This I'd like to see.
Teahteal: And you won't be disappointed with me! *tilts his head up and sniffs* This way! *starts marching stupidly off in the direction Nick and Jas went*
Jasmine: (Had too much of a head start to hear Nick. Even if she could, she wouldn’t stop or slow down. The roaring in her ear is deafening, and her head is too muddled to think clearly. It was stupid of her to throw her gun, but she’ll make do with her abundant collection of knives. Just until she can stop for a restock of supplies)
Nick: *chasing after her rather quickly despite his own wear and tear. He doesn't really lose sight of her*
Lucille: *following a deranged gremlin man humming a prewar tune about an octopus's garden while he leads her into the glowing sea after the two*
Jasmine: (Turns into an alleyway and agilely hoists herself up onto a pole so she can reach some crumbling bricks that are barely sticking out of a building. Using them like a climbing wall she works her way up to the top of the tall building. From there she runs to the other side and balances across a beam to get over a large ditch to another tall building. She figures she can make a quick pit stop at Diamond City to get some fresher supplies, her electric batons and mask mostly) (Quietly to herself) “You just cannot stop, can you?”
Teshteal: Wait! *stops* No! Wind's changed! *heal turns and leads her back towards Diamond City*
Nick: JAS- STOP! *still following her tenaciously, blowing past a few supermutant and raider camps, definitely catching their attention* ROSALINDA!
Jasmine: (Can’t stop, even if she wanted to. Running at high speeds to avoid anything she didn’t want to deal with is what she’s always done since she was a toddler, and so far no one has been able to stop her. She keeps going, jumping off the building and continuing to run like a madwoman. Almost there….)
Nick: *gets grabbed by a Raider suddenly and ends up fighting them off with his gun, swearing as he's caught in a fight suddenly with a few more* Shit... I don't have time for this-!
Teshteal and Lucille: *still quite a ways out. Now the devil is singing 99 bottles of beer on the wall. How evil*
Jasmine: (Tears off her mask when she nears the city so the guards don’t get spooked by her. She has to shove past Danny Sullivan when he comes over from his post to question her on the tears on her face in order to get inside. There’s no time for this...) “I am fine, just had to do lots of running to get here.” (Soon she’s gliding down the paths of the city to the agency, heart pounding in her ears and making her lightheaded. Some people give her a questioning look, but she ignore them. She pushes through the door and stumbles in, immediately waving off a startled Ellie who was sitting at her desk) “I need to grab some of my things real quick…” (Whisks to her little corner of her room and starts going through her drawers, swiftly pulling out everything she needs while muttering to herself)
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[Yandere Borderlands Characters]
(Scenario)
What they are like before and after kidnapping you part 3
// kidnapping , mentions of suicide , force feeding ,
Patricia Tannis
Obsessive, After being stranded on Pandora, she hardly takes care of herself.
At first sight she can't get you out of her mind, it distracts her from her work.
She's annoyed, she need full concentration.
But being away from you makes it worse.
Best way of knocking you out? Well, she doesn't, its not her style.
She will however ask a vault hunter to get you, or ECHO to request you to visit her.
She'll vent to you the whole time, mostly about the Eridians, The Vaults, and whatever thing she wants to talk about.
She rarely lets you talk. which makes it even worse.
If you're trying to and or escaped? Nope, nope no no.
She's smart, how could you slip out of her grasp? Whatever she'll find you.
"Why did you run off? Oh wait, that was a fight or flight response wasn't it. I'm not good at reading social interactions. Look I- just stay please."
Yvette
Delusional, always buys you lunch, even if you aint hungry, leeching off her friends.
She tries to use it to manipulate you, though any sane person would just ask her to stop buying it then.
If you ever leave Helios, she'll constantly ring you, asking if you need anything. Loaderbots, supplies ect.
Best way of knocking you out? A stun rod. Simple as, and carries you to her office.
If you're trying to and or escaped? She's keeps her office on lockdown 24/7. Nobody can get in or out.
She still makes you do your work, though if you can't handle it right now she'll gladly help :)
If you escape, she'll ask her friends to help. Under the guise that you were lost and needed to speak to her.
When you get found she instantly scolds you.
What the hell are you doing? She's giving you free food?! You ungrateful shit
"What the hell were you doing out there?"
Tyreen Calypso
Delusional + obsessive, she so desperately wants to be a God, with you by her side.
At first she makes an offer you can't refuse, you - not having to worry about lack of food, shelter, and bandits trying to kill you every minute! What do you have to loose?
If that doesn't work, a simple threat will do.
Best way of knocking you out? Her first thought is asking the Psychos, but due to how differently they do things. It would only add stress to every party involved.
When she gets Lilith's powers she doesn't need the Phychos, she can teleport to you now :).
If you're trying to and or escaped? She and her minions watch you like hawks, so it'll be impossible without a massive distraction.
When you do escape she'll send everything she can at you, if all else fails she'll just teleport to you.
"Oh sweetie, you can't leave me. I'm a god, and what I want.. I'll get."
Mordecai
Obsessive, This guy has been through alot, he obviously needs someone.
Best way of knocking you out? He'll use a tranquilliser dart, but not before removing / slagging all enemies around you.
He doesn't really have a place to live does he? Besides the mountain cliff.
If you're trying to and or escaped? It easy to escape, but getting caught is easier.
"I need you, I know its selfish, I know its wrong, but I can't rest knowing you could be in danger out there, please, trust me..."
Claptrap
Well it was going to happen eventually...
Obsessive, this needy shit is starved of any human interaction.
Best way of knocking you out? To be honest I have no idea, you'd have to be vulnerable and or desperate to get help from a claptrap unit.
He starts off trying to lure you into one of his many hideouts, which now leads into a real Catch 22. You either die out there, or be stuck with his annoying ass.
If that doesn't work, then he'll just follow yoh everywhere. Trying to act all hero for you.
If you're trying to and or escaped? Oh god, its easy to escape I tell ya.
We can jump and break stuff, a claptrap can't.
This is one of the yanderes where escape is an option.
"HEY (Y/N) LISTEN TO THE SOUND OF MY SOOTHING VOICE, AND GET HERE..."
Krieg
Krieg is honestly a fun one to write, yet is terrifying at the same time.
He is a psycho, yet is different from the others for keeping his true self alive.
When he meets you, he falls hard.
He believes in love at first sight.
"Oh my, shes pretty..."
"SUFFERING BLOOD MASH!"
"... right..."
Not trusting krieg is understandable, after all he looks like any other psycho.
"First introductions are everything, dont mess up like with the siren!"
"THE LESSER MAN SPEAKS WRONG."
"ugh, yes it did end up okay. But you HAVE to listen to me. It won't go as smoothly this time."
"Just tell her she's pretty, and if you say the word poop I will kill us both."
"Ugh, um... YOUR POOP IS PRETTY!"
"what the fu- um, o-okay?"
Best way of knocking you out? With a hefty punch, or worse, strangulation.
Krieg doesn't know his own strength, so he might kill you in the process...
If you're trying to and or escaped? This mother humpa would burn down sanctuary if you leave his sight for more than a minute.
Calling him mad would be a compliment, he is fucking outraged at you.
Though the second he finds you all that rage disappears
You're the one he's fighting for!
You're the one that keeps the real him from wanting to kill himself.
"(Y/N) AND THE ANNOYING ONE AND ME TOGETHER FOREVER."
"Im sorry, we just care about you to much."
August
Obsessive, being Valory's son it isn't going to be easy to get into a relationship with someone.
He has had to hide it, like with Sasha.
Best way of knocking you out? I think he's to 'kind' for that, or whatever fucked up morals he has for a Pandoran. You're coming with him, whether you like it or not.
If you're trying to and or escaped? He'll be begging to his mama to go find you.
Even sending out Kroger and Finch...
When you're sent back, you can't even tell if he even noticed you were gone. His face emotionless.
Though after everyone leaves, he'll start complaining...
"Come now... I'm not that bad am I? Its alot worse out there."
I might do a re-do on some characters I've done.
#yandere#yandere hcs#yandere imagines#yandere x you#tw kidnapping#tw yandere#yandere borderlands#yandere tales from the borderlands
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*A white female wolf therian walks in*
Excuse sir.sorry to bother but can I hide in your workshop.Im trying to get away/hide from a wolf with a bow and arrow.
I was unable to go back home cus If I did go home by myself.he follow me and find out about my home address.😰
It all started after I finish my night shift.I was on way home then I bumped into this guy. he look at me saying I look beautiful and ask me to join his horde and bear his babies.I said no way and slap his face and ran as fast as I could.but now I been chased by that wolf so I was hiding from him.Im sorry to dragged you into this mess.
After hear your situation, Heph proceeds to help you asking you to hide in his vault and stay silent until drive away that stalker, you can see that stalker coming to the workshop through the door's gap...you can see him watching Hephaestus with certain interest in his eyes
"......"
"May I help you, Sir? If you don't have any business here I-"
"Bear my children, Man of Fire Eyes!"
"EXCUSE ME?!"
"I was looking for a white she-wolf to make her part of my horde as my concubine, but You!...your perfect muscles! that imponent figure! The fire in your eyes! Worthy characteristics of a king! Be mine and give me powerful children, I'll treat you as my prince and mate, be part of my horde now!!"
"NO WAY!! you can't be serious about that!! You can't stalk innocents to suddenly demand them to have your children and be your concubines!! Are you out of your mind?! You must be really delusional if you believe someone will accept that proposition, sucker!!"
"Look, Man of Fire Eyes! I'm the Great Temujin, King of steppes and World Representative of Xanadu, and if I want you to be mine, you should be grateful and feel flattered I put my eyes on you! And now that you have shown me your fiery spirit, I want you even more...but I will not tolerate any rejects!! YOU WILL BE MINE...NOW!!"
Temujin tries to grab Hephaestus and make him his by force...but the only thing Temujin receives...are some punches to the jaw and stomach and a kick to his balls leaving him uncapable to stand up because of the pain, Talos comes in to the lab and watches the scene, after know the situation's context, Talos grabs Temujin by his back's skin to throw him away from the workshop through the air like in old cartoons...
"And if you stalk someone again or disturb my creator...you will be our new living room's rug!! AND NOW...FUCK YOURSELF, BITCH!!"
You came out from the vault to see how Temujin was being thrown away in the air, you feel relieved after see how that jerk was bitten and chewed by the karma.
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but though i may never be free / fuck you and your money
words: 2739 (AO3)
Summary:
it's six am. im not doing a serious summary.
gran torino gets fucking vaulted 👍
(no i didnt update the summary after posting. it's afohiko fyi)
"Sora, you know I- "
"Don't you 'Sora' me, you son of a bitch!"
Sorahiko throws a nearby vase at Hisashi's face at full force; the man has the good sense to dodge, and it shatters against the wall. Sorahiko doesn't even know why the hell there's a vase in here, considering that Hisashi is not the type of man to bring him flowers, and Sorahiko is not the type of man to display them.
It might've just been another display of wealth. Flexing every single advantage that he has over Sorahiko, money and power and everything else, that's always been Hisashi's game. Though, it's a moot point now, considering his current position, but he's always thought Hisashi was touched in the head.
"Please. Is that any way to speak to your husband?"
"You're not my husband if I don't have a ring." Sorahiko wiggles his bare fingers at Hisashi, showing that he is, indeed, without a ring. Hisashi pouts at the display in a way he would have once begrudgingly called cute, and now only comes off as mocking.
"Why would you get rid of it? You picked it out yourself, if I recall correctly."
Sorahiko takes a deep, fortifying breath, before biting out, "I picked it in a jewelry shop that wasn't in a fucking bank vault."
He glares at Hisashi from where they are both standing in the aforementioned bank vault. It's got a kitchen, running water, electricity, everything a home needs besides a connection to the outside world- or any kind of exit. Hisashi teleports in, and Sorahiko suspects that they're underground, surrounded on all sides by dirt. There are magazines full of classic cars, a side room that looks to be an empty showroom-slash-garage, and that's the second-most insulting thing here: the fact that Hisashi clearly remembers his interests and hobbies, and is most likely hoping to leverage them in exchange for him becoming complicit in this.
He can practically hear it now: "If you'd like, I can see about acquiring one of those Ferraris you were looking at, getting it down here for you to work on and modify to your heart's content. How about we talk about it over a meal, hm?"
Sorahiko could never be complicit, though. He would never accept that meal, or that car, or whatever peace offering Hisashi attempts next, and that is because of the one thing more insulting than the cars: the skylight.
It taunts him. Right in the center of the ceiling, a massive skylight that lets in sunlight and helps keep himself oriented in time. It's probably on ground level, a window in the middle of the grass for any outsiders looking in. He supposes that the damn thing is there because Hisashi knows that if Sorahiko was allowed to fully divorce himself from the natural passage of time, his circadian rhythm would readjust itself to achieve his natural state of "weirdly nocturnal-ish." That would, of course, be bad for Hisashi, because then Sorahiko wouldn't be quite so goddamned tired all the time and he could properly plan an escape.
Or, maybe the skylight wasn't supposed to keep him handicapped. Maybe it was meant to be a taunt. Maybe it was meant to say the same thing as the showroom: if you cooperate, I'll give you back what I stole from you.
Maybe, maybe, maybe. Speculation gets him nowhere, and neither does contemplating the accursed skylight. It's not like he can jump up there anymore.
With Pinball, getting out would be easy. All that he would have to do is start bouncing around the place and get enough momentum going to go out the skylight, and boom. Done. However, he doesn't have the luxury of quirk use anymore.
"Sora, it was- "
"Do. Not. 'Sora.' Me."
"Sorahiko- "
"Don't get so familiar."
"What do you want me to call you, then? Shigaraki? That is your name now, after all."
Sorahiko glances around for another vase; finding none, he hurls the now-empty end table at Hisashi. It, too, shatters against the wall, this time falling into splinters instead of ceramic shards.
"You stole my quirk. You stole my freedom. Now you're insisting on stealing my fucking name? What the hell else do you stand to gain, here? I've got nothing else for you to have, so just- just kill me already! Is that what you want? I don't care! Just get it over with and take my fucking life before you find another scrap of dignity to steal from me instead!"
He's breathing a little heavily after his impromptu rant, but he's not taking any of it back, just staring at Hisashi, waiting to see how he'll respond. He knows that Hisashi isn't angling to kill him, rather, keep him here forever like some kind of collectible, but he won't stand for that. He will not sit here quietly when he can scream and rage and say things that he knows will get under Hisashi's skin.
Hisashi, for his part, steps forward right on cue, a hand outstretched as though in an attempt at comfort. Sorahiko takes an equal step back, and snarls, "Don't touch me." The disgust in his voice isn't exaggerated in any way, unlike the false accusations. He wants nothing to do with his so-called "husband" anymore, no matter how well the bastard tries to plead his case.
The bastard in question lowers his hand and lets it hang limply at his side for a moment, before suddenly seeming to remember that he can't let himself look pathetic in front of a prisoner and faux-casually readjusting his cufflinks instead. Hisashi doesn't do that himself, Sorahiko knows he's got a quirk that he specifically employs so that he doesn't have to readjust his clothes, so it's even more blatantly obvious that he's just doing it so that he has something to do with his hands.
"I..." Hisashi hesitates, for a calculated moment, because Sorahiko will never believe that he was actually rendered speechless. "I want to keep you safe, here. You know how dangerous it is, out there, I don't want to risk- "
"Cut the shit," Sorahiko interrupts, "You and I both know goddamn well that taking my quirk and then claiming that it's 'too dangerous' out there is horseshit. You're just trying to keep me here, trapped like a pet for you to come and visit as you please."
Sorahiko stomps forward, maintaining steady eye contact with Hisashi. "Well guess what, sweetheart. I'm not your fucking pet, I'm not a fucking invalid, I was your fucking partner. I managed so much of your bullshit, I took care of so many attempted assassinations and headed off so many attempted 'quirk-erasing' drugs before they even started, all so you would keep your precious throne as the King of the Underground. All so you wouldn't have to worry about the minutiae of it all, all so you could look ahead at the 'future' you love so much." He's up in Hisashi's face at this point, close enough that their noses are almost touching. His voice started out at nearly a shout, but has since lowered to a dangerous murmur, the kind that he picked up from Hisashi himself, the kind that makes whoever hears it lean in and listen. Neither of them have even so much as blinked.
He lifts a hand to cup the side of Hisashi's face, in a mockery of the intimacy that he used to willingly share. "You can keep your future. You can keep your throne. You can keep whatever it is I gave you back when I was stupid enough to think you loved me as anything more than a plaything, because that's all you'll ever get from me. You'll have to pry anything else from my cold, dead hands." He pulls his hand away, and moves to back up, but he's stopped by a force gripping at the back of his neck.
Hisashi is holding Sorahiko in place by the back of his neck, and dons that smug little smirk of his while he presses his forehead to Sorahiko's. He looks like the cat that caught the canary, and Sorahiko feels like the rat that just stepped into the trap.
"You don't mean that." It's almost a whisper, Hisashi's low voice given just barely enough volume that Sorahiko's pretty sure he can only hear it because of how close they are right now. He says it with a lilting amusement, like it's merely a tease.
"I think you'll find that I very much do." He makes no move to escape. That would be admitting defeat, that would be inviting Hisashi to show off just how much stronger he is than Sorahiko, thereby confirming just how trapped he really is. He'll pretend that he's got a little power here, just for a moment.
Hisashi huffs quietly in amusement, not even enough force in it to really call it a laugh. He leans forward just slightly, just enough to close the distance between them, and murmurs, "Do you?" against Sorahiko's lips before finally kissing him.
Sorahiko's immediate instinct is to respond in kind, but he resists the urge. Instead, he shoves at Hisashi's chest to try to push him away, but of course he doesn't give. Hisashi pulls away, anyway, and levels him with a dispassionate stare. Suddenly, there's the horrible sensation of something crawling on the back of his neck, and a glowing coming from where he knows Hisashi's hand still is, and he knows.
There's a strange, pulsing kind of pain that feels its way out from that point on the back of his neck where he knows the hole in Hisashi's hand is. It's accompanied by a cold crawling, like icy insects burrowing their way under his skin, and all that Sorahiko can think is "There's no way he's giving me the right quirk back."
He discovers that he's right soon after, when his heart stutters in his chest and his lungs start having trouble pulling in air. Hisashi lets go and backs away a few steps, leaving Sorahiko to pathetically brace himself against the nearest wall as his knees start going weak and spots begin to appear in front of his eyes. He hadn't felt anything like this after Pinball had been stolen from him, no way that he would've even known if he hadn't seen it happen with his own eyes, so he'd bet that whatever this is, it must be some kind of mutation or transformation quirk, something that's fucking with his circulatory and respiratory systems. Could even be a particularly involved emitter quirk, but real speculation is escaping him when all that he can really focus on is Hisashi leaning down mockingly, grabbing his chin to force him to keep looking into Hisashi's eyes as he sits flat on his ass and struggles to fucking breathe.
"What if I gave you something in return, hmm? I'll be keeping Pinball for now, so I'll always have a part of you with me, but... you did manage to survive this long outside, by my side. There are dangers out there and their weapons are only getting stronger, that quirk is multiplying its power stores exponentially with that Seventh... but I do love you, dear. I want to trust you, truly I do, so I'll need you to adapt. I'll need you to pass this little test of mine, then we'll see about bringing you out of here. If you prove yourself adept enough, that is."
So that's what all of this is about. Hisashi's growing paranoid about the power of that One for All, and he's feeling the need to keep Sorahiko locked away for fear of those heroes finding him and arresting him- though, more likely, they'd kill him. Hisashi knows that. Sorahiko won't pretend to sympathize, but he kind of understands. Still, that doesn't keep him from growling with as much force as he can muster, "The hell did you do to me?"
Hisashi chuckles, mostly to himself, before he answers. "I gave you a quirk, of course. It doesn't match yours, not quite, so it won't be easy for you to acclimate to. There will likely be side effects, long-term effects, inconveniences in every way, but if you can overcome them, if you can come back with that same old fighting spirit you've always had, I'll make sure it doesn't take its toll. I need you to be more than your quirk, Sora. I need you to be better than that." Hisashi's almost pleading, now, and Sorahiko would hit him if he could get enough oxygen in his useless lungs to muster the strength for it.
"The name of the damn thing would be nice."
"It's called Air Jet. It's going to restructure your circulatory system and your respiratory system, mostly in your legs. It allows the user to push air out through holes in the bottoms of their feet, so I'll give you a few days to let that happen. I would stay with you, but you've made it abundantly clear that you don't want me here. Once the physical changes have finished, I'll be waiting. I'll be waiting for your perseverance, Sora, because we both want you out of this vault. You're not sickly like my brother was, but the world is changing too quickly, powers are growing too much for me to just... leave you to remain outside, not without even seeing if you can hold your own. Adapting to a quirk like this was difficult even for me, someone whose quirk was designed for it, so you overcoming it will ease my fears. It will assure me that you truly don't need to be protected like this, and that's all I really want."
Sorahiko nearly spits in his face. Hisashi's maddened rambles are insulting to listen to, at best, and the only reason he doesn't start protesting this in every way that he can is the barely-concealed bags under Hisashi's eyes that he's just now noticing. Hisashi is... clearly unwell. He'll just let that rant slide, for now.
Instead of spitting, like he desperately wants to, Sorahiko begrudgingly asks, "Carry me to bed before you go?" He doesn't think he's standing up again for a while in this state, and it'll be one last gesture of affection before Sorahiko permanently rejects him out of hand.
Hisashi smiles softly, and picks him up bridal-style, the same as he did on their wedding day. While he carries him to the bed, Sorahiko looks up at the skylight and plans.
Air Jet isn't Pinball. It never will be Pinball. There will be side effects, it'll take a toll on his body, but he honestly doubts that he'll ever get that quirk back. As far as he's concerned, it's gone forever, because as much as Hisashi had pretended like that whole rambling rant was honest, it wasn't. Sorahiko knows that he doesn't intend on letting him out of this vault within this lifetime.
Air Jet was given to him because it would physically disable him for a while, so Hisashi's probably banking on that time to wear him down into compliance with the vault. Air Jet is also the perfect quirk for escape, so long as he can master it before Hisashi decides to either switch it out or leave him quirkless entirely.
Hisashi lays him down on the bed, and looks down at him for a moment before swooping down for one more attempt at a kiss. Sorahiko reciprocates this time, but keeps a hand on Hisashi's chest. It's a softer kiss than usual, probably partly because he's already having trouble catching his breath after only a moment, and because, at least on his part, it feels like a goodbye. It is a goodbye.
When Hisashi breaks away and leaves, it feels... final. A good kind of final, maybe. Sorahiko knows he'll miss the whole 'criminal' thing, because there's no way he'll be able to return to the underground after this, but maybe the straight and narrow won't be so bad. He won't be risking another bank vault, at least, and most people with decent heads on their shoulders won't try and cross him even after he's out.
He stares up at the skylight, and watches the color fade to a burnt orange of sunset. In a few days, he'll be out there, he promises himself. He'll be out there with a new life.
#mha#afohiko#mha fic#my writing#but though i may never be free / fuck you and your money#but though i may never be free / fuck you and your money fic
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Bradley: Who do I feel like this Drone Slayer is connected to Uzi in some way, maybe even one of those “Alternate versions” I heard of? Anywho, it certainly looks powerful, though indeed the power source issue will need to be addressed. So, then how about this vault?
Irida, concerne: Are you really talking this all in stride? What if something or, I dread the fact I need to say this, someone attacks us?
Bradley: We then quickly get into action and fend off the invaders. Plus, the truck on it’s own won’t give us away, especially since the casve looks ordinary otherwise…now that I say that, you seemed particularly fearful of everything mechanical so far, so my suspicion of you being pulled through time in addition to space is more justified, as is your unease with such things. I have a feeling we’ll need to help you adapt to what’s here, at least for now assuming you can be sent back home. If not…I’m not sure what to say, sorry to say.
(Irida was silent, and simply excused herself. She probably needs a bit of time alone to process everything. Least her Glaceon was there for her)
Bradley: I’ll check on her later. For now, let’s see what this vault holds.
*Bradley, Jackrow, Uzi, and Luz had all went down into the vault after explaining that they had cutted out a hole in the roofing after discovering that while the metal was thick, it still felt like something was hiding underneath it*
Uzi: At least the lights in this place still works after all this time...Wait, what's that?...*She soon found a large vending machine that held a strange unopened glowing bottle that read "Nuka-cola Quantum"* I guess I'll take this...Don't know why it's even glowing...
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So its true what the Siren Lava Demon said?
Me:Sadly...yes and even im not sure what will happen.....
Lazareth:Indeed, in order to defeat Vuzgamad you have to empty your soul.
MC:(Right,no problem at all)
Trudy:easy we're not doing that,team research will save the day
ME:(.......there is no choice)
MC:(silence........what we can say)
Yvette:So what entail the whole empty the soul stuff? And the Aftermath?
Trudy:I dunno ,you're the first one who will try do that ever.
Me:(I don't like the sound of that!) And MC:
(I see Yvette and my heart hurt for her,between the siren lava demon bullying and betrayal and Vuzgaman crushing her and us over and over and over again and now the soul stuff ? Seriously !?!)Yvette remember I'll support you no matter what? whatever choice you do, I will always support you.(Yvette gave me a small smile,Vinca make a gag motion in the funny background event. )
Me:So Yvette and MC go to a Chinese restaurant (since Yvette+MC=4 deserved and will earn their happy ending Vuz-ass be damned!)
MC:↓
I see Yvette mostly play with food, I wish to unburden her,then she see that im looking at her...)
Yvette:Sorry im not a great company.
MC:Pshaw ain't no thing.(Why i do speak? But I see Yvette laugh so success!)
Me:Nice one MC 👍!
MC: I didnt bring you to entertain me, but help your beautiful brain to rest☺.(😏 and I give her a mischievous smile which may or may inspired hers and raised an eyebrow in question, so I take my karaoke stuff) and may have other plans! Here let's sing!
Yvette: No. I'm a terrible singer(me: she serious about being a terrible singer or she's teasing at us?😅)
MC: Everyone suck at karaoke,that point and the fun of it.
Yvette:It is?
Me:Yvette please sing with MC the song:SEX BOMB! It fitting you!
MC:Yes the point is let it go sing terribly until you embrace it and think about nothing else.
(Yvette still skeptical,but I know best!)c'mon c'mon!(predictably we sing terribly,so awful that we stop care about it and sing freely Yvette is a performer she lured a crowd that once we finish the song we bow as they applauded at us.Yvette look really happy.)
Yvette: How you always know what I need?
Me:The power of Love.
MC:↓
MC:The best bomb dot com is here and Yvette give me the best I'm in trouble expression ever)
Yvette:I think I'm going to distract you as well.😏
So Yvette and MC go to Yvette's bank room.
MC:(So we're at Yvette vault once again and once again I'm in awe,until Yvette step in front of me.)
Yvette:I was thinking that I can't remove the dress since its a power limiter
,but here I'm free do to what I want.
MC(So she remove the material of her skirt and it fell down on the floor.....🥵 oh my is getting hot here?)
Yvette: you were so perfect for me and I wish to reward you with me distracting you as well)
MC:(My head nod empathetically with a mind of its own before I can speak and I look at bunch of gold that Yvette is pointing)
Yvette:You know that the gold melting temperature is 1945°f?
MC:(What's my name again?......Yvette takes a bunch of gold coins and pressed and caressed her body)
Yvette:Do you want to be free with me MC?
MC:Always with me you Yvette!(Yvette laughs at my never ending thirst[ME: I'm thirsty too I must finish her route even if I don't want😂😭..] MC.exe stopped worked unable to choose what do first,luckly Yvette always know what I want)
Yvette:I'm going to undress you.
MC:(I can only nod again and the mirth in Yvette laugh at my cuteness thirsty is serves only to make me happy that both us are happy and with her I'm never vulnerable only protected and safe.)
Yvette:UP!
MC:(Why I've so many layers?)
Me:why do you so many layers I'm thirsty! Damn it! 😏
Yvette and MC both blushes so thirsty and so close to finally to do it.
MC:(Finally so close!)
Yvette:Ops!
MC:(Then pulls down my pantry and kiss my ankles with teasing tone, she's eating me with her eyes and I look at her with awe)
Yvette:I believe its my turn now.
MC:(Right so I'm start to undress her,my art of seduction is amateurish but Yvette is looking at hot and full of thirst as well,so finally I'll quench my thirsty and once I'm finished we look at each other full of desire that will be fullified)
Yvette:Come here.
MC:(So she lead me where I lied on a top of cold gold money,then I feel warm on my skin that my eye pop up in surprise and I see Yvette warms the gold money and caress my body with them they're Yvette's touch I let her go wild with caress me and she so happy,free,unbound no issue here and see her looking like that make my heart swell.)
Yvette:Someday WE WILL!
Mc:(After the stopover at Yvette's vault we go to her room i'm eat an ice cream that she brought for me, a gift for herself if the way she looking at me is any indication,then she takes a napkin to clean my face from the ice cream)Hey you can't take anywhere!
Yvette:I just want to kiss you but we can't still dangerous....
MC:(Yvette fire turned to little flame,true to touch issue at least is partialy solved,the kisses are still off-limits,Yvette greedy for kisses so much that she would burn the power-limiter and me, we cant go on like this,Yvette can't go on like this)Yvette if you wish to do the empty your soul stuff im support you at 100%,but only if you want to do it!.
Yvette:MC you're good for me, i want to be free to be with you .....but ill be able to pay the price since no know wha is it(the price)?This way i need you to be with me so when I'll pay the price,you'll be there to keep me grounded and bring me back from the brink if necessary.
MC:Of course ,always there for you..."yawn".
Yvette:Oh,its bedtime is it?
MC:(I nod and she know what she does to me and she patted the bed)
Yvette:Here sleep with me,we can't touch but having you here with simply sleeping together,with you I'm at peace and I feel that everything will turn out just fine.
so will you rest with me tonight? Of course I'll sleep with the power limiter,your safety comes first!
Mc:You have me at "rest with me"[ so we snuggle as close as possible and allowed(me: so cute ❤)....and she's crying!!!(me:😱 why?)]Yvette,whats going on?
Yvette:its nothing really....
MC:please tell me I'm here with you.
Yvette:that the point,for me its rare, for the people they takes all of this for granted :the sleep,the hug,the peace,to have someone so special with you,withouth having nightmares to turns your loved one in ashes....
MC:(Yvette carries so much)
ME:She's so broken when she can be happy!?
Yvette:but noe I have all of these things because you're extraordinary, I want to burn every single moment I've spent with you on my memory,after all this time I was alone. NOW I HAVE YOU!
MC:(I'll never taken nor take you for granted Yvette,I want all if that too.
Yvette:When the people see in is possibility,the illusion and unable to see beyond the illusion and what I can't have and its only thanks to you that you make possible the impossible.
MC;But I don't need the fire touch for what you want to be out of your reach,look at us before you I never thinking that I'd meet my other half and you made it possible.
Yvette:I'll forever grateful to the stars that both of us take that coffee,were like two ships that we're able to cross the sea and meet each other it must be fate.
MC:It was Yvette, I had to crash in your life.
Yvette:Well you're all mine,forever!
MC:I'd rumble with whoever tried it!
Yvette:This is why you're perfect with me
MC:We're perfect for each other!
Yvette:I'll stand corrected. We're meant for each other.You and I.
MC:For all time.
Me:SO Yvette+MC=4ever goes to a well deserved sleep.❤)#8
MC:(we spent a whole week for more solution but there is no choice or Yvette empties her soul and slay Vuzgamad or the earth will do kaboom!Yvette angrily slams the book on the table,me and Trudy jumped on our foots and skins,Vinca and Lazareth simply raised their head.
Yvette:Enough with books and study! I have something special for MC that can't wait any longer!
MC:(so we goes to Yvette bedroom and Yvette handed me her gift)Yvette, you don't have to--
Yvette:But I don't have to di anything, I WANTED TO. Now open it!
MC:(I can't hug her,so I put my hand on my heart and rub it to make her feel my feelings,she mirror my actions and I proced to open the gift tearing the confection like a kid and there is a gorgogeus dress!!! I'm sure that is perfect for me on 110%)
Yvette:Now we can match.
MC:(along with the dress,there are a couple of chackrams)
Yvette:So you can defend yourself from all this madness going on.
MC:They're beautiful, I can try it?
Yvette:No need to ask it.
MC:(So I tried my dress...we really match each other[The dresses and Yvette+MC=4ever] I'm realizing my full potential thanks to Yvette, this is what I'm with her)
MC:(Yvette we hug each other,marveling at fact we can feel our breath and heartbeat,we're safe,protected and happy ....)Thank you!
Yvette:I'll help me to always remember your light,no matter what I'll always return to you my dark knight#9).
MC:(I look at mirror,we belong to each other like kindling and fire.No One Will Stop Us NOT EVEN VUZGAMAD and her schemes! And I will always love you Yvette!)Do It! Empty your soul so we can fill it with us[Love,family,freedom,etc...]
#8(This is why I love Yvette and Her route! She thanking both us and MC since she slowly become a better woman see her on other routes and on Season 1 and Season 2)
#9)MC journey on Yvette route is embrace her dark wild side and learn to balance it to have her forever with Yvette.
Yvette journey with MC is rediscover and embrace light good side* and learn to balance it to have her forever with MC.
*I'm quoting star wars franchise.
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Run Away
Scaramouche x GNReader
Sypnosis: Scaramouche remembers the time you invited him to elope with you.
Angst?
How young you both were. Naive, impulsive, and reckless. You both wouldn't last a day on your own. Scaramouche was sure to have made the right choice in rejecting you. At least, this is what he tells himself to ease the budding regret at the back of his head.
It was so vivid. The dark haired boy tried not to think about it; He really did yet he always found his thoughts trailing back to that night in his free time. It would've been a beautiful memory had it's circumstances not been so tragic.
The midnight before he became a harbringer, Scaramouche was perched on the terrace of his home with his head resting on his palm, counting the stars with a displeased and bored look.
"Scaramouche, Scaramouche, let down your hair!" The soon-to-be harbringer hears your voice from below.
His whole form perked up instantly as he ran to the railings of the terrace and sure enough, you were down there, grinning ever so mischievously.
"Quiet, you moron! Someone will hear you!" He shouts back, attempting to sound uninterested but the small curve at the corner of his lips gave away his true emotions.
You stare up at his form, illuminated by the moon. How majestic and alluring. Careful now, it would be embarrassing if he caught you drooling over him in his pajamas.
Gathering your thoughts, you start to climb your way to him. Scaramouche could only look at you with an amused expression.
"I have a ladder y,know." He says nonchalantly.
"Is it for climbing when you want to kiss me? Cause... Yknow. You're short." You joke, not bothering to look up knowing he was probably glaring holes into you by now.
"I am tempted to throw it at you sometimes."
One last step and you were sat on the railings, your faces, inches away from each other. Neither of you dare say a word that could ruin the moment for a few seconds. Perhaps both of you were trying to engrave this somewhat romantic scene into your vault of memories.
Something about his pretty purple eyes drew you in so you take this opportunity to steal a quick kiss from his lips.
Scaramouche feels the heat rising to his cheeks as he huffs in surprise. Trying to find words but ultimately failing.
"So... sixth harbringer, huh?" You start as you leap off from the railings and land closer to him.
He takes a step back to regain his composure. Going back to the bored expression he had earlier. It was clear that he didn't want to talk about this.
"Yes. Well, would you suggest someone more worthy for the title than I?" Scaramouche says rhetorically in an arrogant tone.
"Do you want it though?" You ask, leaning on the railings, with your back facing him.
You couldn't see him but you could tell he hesitated to answer. And that one split second of hesitation was enough for you to muster up your courage.
"Run away with me." You say sternly, turning to him again so you could take in his expression.
Scaramouche feels his heart beating faster in his chest, he's almost afraid you might hear it.
He chuckles nervously in response, not sure if you were joking or being serious. "Don't be stupid. You can't just waltz your way out of here."
You shake your head, glad that he was actually considering it. "Just say the word. I promise you I'll handle everything."
So you weren't joking. Still, Scaramouche wouldn't follow through with something so ridiculous and unprepared. "We've never even set foot outside of Snezhnaya."
You continue to press. "I've read enough books. Seen enough maps. We'll work it out!"
Your eyes glow with eagerness and hope, Scaramouche could almost feel himself falling more in love with you more than he already was... not almost. He actually was.
The dark haired boy starts to contemplate more on the idea of starting a whole new life with you.
"We could travel all across Teyvat." He says subconsciously.
You interlace your fingers with his, thinking you both were really gonna do this.
"Maybe settle down in Monstadt." You suggest.
"The city of freedom." He adds, locking eyes with you.
"Just a normal couple doing normal couple things." You smile, and in turn that makes him smile.
Scaramouche lays his head on your shoulder. Thinking about the beautiful future you both could have together, worrying not of combat training or fatui business. Growing old, maybe even having children, then grandchildren. Dreams of an amazing future together.
But dreams remain dreams.
You both snap out of it when you hear a knock at the door.
All of the sudden, you're back to reality and he still was gonna become a harbringer tomorrow and you're still going to lose him.
"Sir, the Tsaritsa would like to have a word." The voice at the other side of the door calls. A fatui agent.
You find a place to hide for a bit as he rudely shoos off the poor man.
Once the uninvited guest was gone, you give him a sneaky back-hug, with the hopes that the plans were still on.
"I can't." Scaramouche says in a defeated tone.
You're eyebrows furrow, slowly you let go of him. "Of course you can! Just pack a few bags and we'll be off before dusk."
"No. No one has ever went against the Tsaritsa's will and lived to tell the tale." Scaramouche states.
"You won't be going against her! Just moving away from her." You try convincing him in a shaky voice.
"No. (Y/N), listen to me. Even if we did leave we have nothing to feed ourselves. No money, no family, no authority-"
"Authority? Is that why you want to stay so bad? Because of your little power fantasy?" You retorted, later regretting it as you see the hurt in his face.
The expression quickly turns into anger. "How dare you even accuse me of that. Who do you think you are!?"
"Well I thought I was your lover."
You both stare each other down as the room's atmosphere grows heavier.
It pained him to fight with you and fights were never this serious. And Scaramouche was scared that one more persuasive sentence from you would cause him to give in, follow his heart, sweep you of your feet, and be on your way to springvale by tomorrow.
So he said what he thought he had to say, "Lover? You're just a fling. Give me a break. You're a fool if you really thought whatever we had was going anywhere." It broke his heart to lie but Scaramouche was great at hiding his sadness, or rather, disguising it with anger.
After all, you continuing to be with him as he was a harbringer would put your life in peril. He was doing the right thing... but then why did it feel so wrong?
You feel tears running down your cheeks but you still refused to believe him. How well you could see through him. Or so you hope. "You're lying."
He turns his back to you for fear of his own tears giving him away.
Scaramouche lets out a forced groan. Out of desperation, he lists things he hates about you. Personal things he didn't actually hate but had to pretend he hated. His voice laced with venom and anger, not towards you but rather the Fatui, the Tsaritsa, even the whole of Snezhnaya and it's damn snow for putting the both of you in this situation.
"-I hate that you think you can read me. I hate it when you try acting all lovey dovey with me it's disgusting. And I hate you for making me want to just kiss you right now and forget about everything but us." He lets the last part slip.
Silence
Scaramouche turns to you. You're not there. Not anymore.
Filled with regret, he runs to the railings and tries to search for you but not a trace. Not a damn trace of you and it seems you took his heart with you too.
That was the last time he saw you. Scaramouche can't help but sigh sharply everytime he recalls that night. But he treasures it. He treasures every moment he spent with you and promised to himself that when all of this is over, he will find you again and you'll finally run away, hand in hand.
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