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my-writings-and-musings · 3 years

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I have another lovely commission to share with you all! An awesome person wanted a super cute bit of interaction between Springload and Quillfire, so here it is!

Quillfire tried to keep the frown on his face from appearing too off putting as he left the base behind, keeping pace with Springload but ensuring the two of them had considerable personal space at the same time. To the benefit of their mission Earth's forests offered ample cover all around, ensuring neither had anything to fear in regards to detection. Though, to the anarchist, potential discovery was the least of his concerns. His last parting with the other mech had been under less than amicable terms, so he was fully anticipating a very unpleasant mission. In fact, he wouldn't have been surprised to learn Springload was planning to ditch him at the nearest opportunity. Such a prediction seemed more likely than not considering how the amphibicon had a tendency towards the dramatic. Was he going to be accused of defying invisible spirits, or sullying important signals from some great deity before he was exposed to corrosive attacks? It all seemed equally probable...

Frowning a little harder, he watched Springload hop ahead of him and wondered if this mission would end in failure like the last. They'd been up against considerable odds, and things weren looking much better. Steeljaw had been very insistent on them teaming up, so he had a bit of hope this would go well, but-

Crossing his arms, he huffed quietly to himself as he abandoned the train of thought, plodding along behind his chosen partner all the while. Why should he be the one to mend things? More importantly, why did he want to? There were a million other activities he could be doing at the moment, all of them more conducive to speeding up a revolution than this! Just imagining all the injustice on this backwards planet made his quills twitch with unease. Oh, how he longed to tear down the tyranny that was evident around every corner-

"Can you move more swiftly?" Springload barked back at him unexpectedly, hopping along through the forest at a pace few could match with a mere walk. Admittedly though, Quillfire was lagging behind as he mused over his unhappy thoughts. The amphibicon fixed him with an impatient glare. "The sooner this mission is completed, the sooner I may return to my quest!"

Quillfire obeyed with a gulp, a reaction so out of character for himself he didn't know what to make of it. For some unfathomable reason, he wanted to make peace with this bot, and he was stuck with that. Perhaps he just didn't want to endure an entire mission tainted by awkward silences and angry glares, but what could possibly make things amicable between them? This bot wanted nothing but the treasure of a fabled city that didn't exist, how was he supposed to provide anything like that? Perhaps… just some conversation might do the trick? If only to lighten the mood...

As they came to a road that marked the next leg of their mission, he made an effort to think of something to say as the amphibicon pondered their map, as well as the instructions they'd been given.

"Steeljaw instructed us to wait here and construct an ambush site. When the human transport arrives, we are to steal their cargo…" he said, finishing the statement with a most distasteful croak. Clearly, his fellow bot was not especially interested in the mission either, and likely was imagining countless other ways his time could be better spent. Such was a common feeling at their rank, and he did truly share most of the frustration. With that as a starting point, Quillfire imagined they may have some common ground after all.

"I will keep watch on the road, so that you might strike at the most opportune time!" he declared boldly, emphasizing his faith in the others skills. It wasn't even a stretch, as he firmly believed the other was more than capable of getting this done. Looking up and down the simple paved path to ensure he had a good vantage point, he found one in the form of a sheltered outcrop. Looking to Springload for a reaction the entire time, he smirked confidently and clamored up to the flat bit of earth above the road, gesturing to the wide field of observable forest as he did so. "We will claim our quarry with a single attack, and return victorious!"

Springload merely observed him with a blink of apathetic consideration. "Yes, indeed." he said simply, hopping into position and making sure to face away from his teammate when he did so. Pulling out the holo of his supposed map, he began to study it as he always did, scanning the runes for what had to be the millionth time. A terse tone made his feelings on any future reconciliation clear. "Then I may continue my quest for Doradas, alone."

The anarchist's quills sagged at the turn of events. While he hadn't been expecting immediate friendship, he also hadn't anticipated that the other mech would be so openly hostile to any kind of amicable teamwork, and found himself quite disappointed by the lack of success. For whatever reason, he just wanted Springload to like him, and failing at that was bothering him. I'm fact, it was bad enough that some part of him just refused to accept the defeat. There had to be a way he could earn the other's camaraderie. Considering how much time they still had left before their mission began, he had a good window in which to ponder a solution.

Sitting back on the soft grass, he put a hand to his chin in intense thought. Springload himself only openly cared about one thing, and he didn't know him well enough to be aware of any other likes or interests… Casting a glance at the amphibicon, he felt his processor buzzing at the strain of thinking so hard to produce no results. He simply didn't know anything about geography, archeology, linguistics or any other topic which might help the other mech in his quest. The thought that he might not be able to do anything ate at him much more than it should have. It was enough to make him sigh sadly to himself at the hopelessness of it all.

"Do you see something?" Springload asked, mistaking his small sound for a potential signal. Embarrassed and surprised, Quillfire coughed and babbled out an excuse as fast as he could come up with one.

"Ah… no! I simply mistook a… an organic being for the target!" he explained lamely, not even believing himself. Springload arched an optic ridge, looking as incredulous as he did frustrated at the false alarm. Quillfire laughed awkwardly to clear the air, shrinking down beneath the edge of the outcrop to disappear from view. A dissatisfied croak let him know the outburst was thoroughly not appreciated.

Frowning miserably to himself, the anarchist occupied his lonesome by doodling in the dirt at his pedes, practicing his signature mark as he often did while thinking. What was he supposed to do? Apologies were not in his nature, least of all because he didn't want to give them. As a loner he just didn't have much practice saying he was sorry to anyone. Ordinarily he was busy disrupting systems of power, overthrowing tyrannical systems, or freeing trapped souls with no one else to save them… Thoughts and feelings like these were too new for him to know what to do with them.

Thinking hard, he tried to come up with something he could do to earn the favor of the other mech, but still came up short. It was frustrating enough to make him draw more aggressively, because deep down he was certain there had to be a way to succeed. Springload wasn't too different from himself, after all. A lone mech, seeking his goals, using his natural gifts and weapons to take down those who opposed him…

Just as he was about to growl to himself at his failure to be inspired, his digit bumped against something in the soft earth. Without anything better to do, he slowly went about digging the object free. A flash of a white, shiny exterior motivated him to continue. Briefly forgetting about his troubles, he dug until a dirty but visibly solid object began to reveal its shape. Round and about the size of his palm, a glossy white stone came from the dirt without too much fuss, and he smiled at the small accomplishment. It was a rather lovely treasure for such a simple planet.

Just as he began to dust some of the remaining dirt from the granite or quartz exterior, he was struck by an idea, one so foolish he had to wonder how it could work.

Still, he was a champion of crazy ideas, so he dared to consider it.

Springload was a mech who one could describe as… extravagant, both in mission and mind. He required one to go all out, as he never held back in regards to the quest that he'd dedicated his entire life to completing. Overall, he was just an unusual bot. Perhaps, if Quillfire was thinking this through properly, that meant he could be reasoned with through some unusual means?

Tilting the rounded stone in his servo, he dared to believe a simple yet unusual gift would be enough to at least get the two of them started on a path to mending their teamwork. If nothing else, he'd at least get to tell himself he tried. The hardest part would be working up the courage to begin, but hopefully after that things would be easier. He just needed to take that first step…

Peeking over the edge of the outcrop, he saw that the amphibicon was in the same place he'd last been, reading over his map and murmuring to himself. Despite having read it every day for eons, the dedicated bot didn't look the least bit uninterested in his work. If anything, he looked downright eager, as if on the verge of a breakthrough at any given time. Quillfire hoped interrupting him wouldn't cause an even greater rift to form.

Clearing his vents, he found his pump pounding with unnatural anxiety as he forced his voice box to speak up, his servos almost trembling about the stone as he took a considerable leap of faith.

"S-Springload?" he finally croaked out, nearly losing his nerve when the other mech looked up to him with painfully obvious annoyance. Gulping, he overcame his anxiety to speak up and stand tall to appear more confident than he felt. "Can you… come up here? There is something you must see!"

Brightly colored optics widened, then fixed him with a look equal parts incredulous and irritated. "Is it important?"

"Very!" he insisted, sounding honest because he truly meant it with all of his spark. What could be more important than mending his fued with a fellow teammate?

In a single hop, Springload tucked away his map and cleared the entire road, landing just before Quillfire with a graceful thud.

"I, er…" he stammered as the silliness of what he was about to do hit him in full. Unable to remember the last time he had given or received anything, he was without a clue as to what to say, so he simply held out the stone in his cupped palms with an attempt at a smile. There was a perceptible tremble in his arms as he did so, but he remained strong. "I believe I'm supposed to give this to you!"

Springload didn't immediately react beyond a raised brow, so he stammered forth more of an explanation, spark sinking in his chest. "As a s-sign of… teamwork."

"A white stone?" the amphibicon said at last, as if awakening from a light trance. Taking the rock carefully into his large servo, all while ensuring his acidic coat didn't touch the other mech, he held the item aloft into the light. Just seeing him interested made the anarchist dare to hope things might work out, but in his wildest of dreams he'd never have anticipated what happened next. Springload lit up like a mech beholding a Prime out of the blue, his optics turning away from the stone for just a moment.

"Just the same as those that line the gates of Doradas!" he exclaimed in awe.

Quillfire didn't have any response for that, good or bad as it may have been.

"What?"

"The sacred text makes it clear!" he shouted in explanation, bringing forth his scroll of indecipherable runes as if it made everything make sense. Gesturing to the lines of what Springload saw as gibberish, he began to proclaim their meaning with enthusiasm, optics wide and wild. "You see, here?! The gates of the Holy City will be lined with pure stones to mark the way!"

"I'm…" was all he could reply with, still a million miles behind the other mech in regards to understanding. While he'd hoped at most for appreciation or a mere thanks, Springload looked about ready to burst with excitement, and for reasons he couldn't even begin to comprehend. At the very least he figured he should be happy for the turn of events when he was surprised yet again.

"But how could you know?" Springload pressed, catching him more than a little off guard. Holding up his servos in surrender, Quillfire tried to figure out what exactly he was supposed to have known, and how he might have gone about figuring it out. He'd just thought it was pretty and would make a decent gesture of peace! Fumbling for a response so as not to lose his progress, he was saved by another burst of revelation he had no part in.

"Of course, the spirits!" he exclaimed, almost dropping the rock in his excitement. Clasping his servos over the apparently precious gift, he explained his excitement more or less by simply talking aloud to himself. "They must have guided you, enabling you to find such a sacred object, so that you could gift it to me!"

Accepting he would never truly understand, Quillfire only smiled and nodded at the other's exuberance. More than happy things had turned out so well, he was content to let the other mech believe whatever he wanted, even if he didn't follow it. "Of course!"

"As to why they would do this… they must know you are key to my quest!" Springload continued, using an avid free servo to clasp the other mech's arm in a sign of commitment. More surprised than confused, the anarchist tilted his helm in shock at how fast things had changed between them. Just like that, everything that had happened was forgiven? More than forgiven, in fact, he was seen as a friend and ally? It didn't seem inaccurate to say he was also being looked at as a divine being at the moment. By the Primes, this bot was like no other!

"I was a fool! To think, I tried to push you away!" the amphibicon cried, deactivating his acid so he could better cling to the taller mech. Seeing the emotion in his eyes, Quillfire wondered if he might start weeping, and hoped it wouldn't come to such a show. Not only was he not the best at providing comfort, he didn't have any tissues… Mercifully, the big optics looking into his seemed to sparkle with jubilation rather than tears.

"Ah, it's really nothing…" Quillfire reassured, beginning to blush from the high praise. A spare servo massaged the back of his neck in an open show of bashful deflection. Such a small thing hardly felt worthy of this kind of praise, even for a mech as glory seeking as himself. Not that he was disliking this turn of events.

"It's everything!" Springload corrected, emphatic and no longer impatient. "You must have been sent into my life by the spirits themselves!"

Actively blushing at that, the anarchist looked away, rubbing harder at the back of his neck. He hadn't a clue what to do with this newfound respect and admiration. Perhaps the other bot was just having a momentary burst of affection, which would give way as soon as the next symbol or sign grabbed his attention, but at present such a turn seemed beyond doubtful. Quillfire was being regarded in a way typically saved for the most ancient and holy of altars to the Primes. In the depths of his spark, he wanted it to last.

A distant but heavy sound caught his sharp audials, just as the tremor sensitive Springload perked up in synchronized recognition. Something was rumbling its way down the primitive earth road. Recalling their mission so fast his quills flared in alarm, the anarchist stood up to his full height, catching a glimpse of a truck through the densely packed pines. Their target was approaching fast. Worse, they were in no position to intercept it as planned.

Thinking fast, Quillfire pulled one of his namesake weapons from his back, preparing to strike as the unknowing human drove their way.

"I shall block the path." he announced, redirecting their strategy from before to include himself. Business came first for them both, so each was ready in an instant. Springload crouched low on his powerful legs in anticipation of his orders, which came just as the truck began barreling down the final stretch in their direction, multiple tons on a solid course they needed to stop. "You, render it motionless once it is stopped."

An agreeable ribbit communicated hearty understanding in the final moments before their strike.

While massive by earth standards, the truck was small enough for Quillfire to plan his moves without much of a risk. Still, he was careful in his timing, as the cargo was as valuable as it was delicate. Any great crash would render it useless. Their success hinged on him being precise more than cautious, so he waited for the perfect amount of distance to be between himself and his target before he leapt down into the asphalt below.

Well practiced using his own weapons, he tossed his quill just ahead of the already braking truck, funneling their path to the point of nonexistence. With nowhere to go, the driver was forced to slam on the brakes and skid to a stop, not having the option to go around or turn back. Quillfire smirked in pride at the human's textbook reaction, and could have sworn he heard Springload give a cheer at his victory. Near victory, that was, there was still one crucial step for them to see through.

"Now!" he ordered as the multiple tire sets came to a stop just shy of him. With the speed of someone working on the same page, the amphibicon dove from his perch, shooting his tongue out like a whip. Acid and force popped the tires in rapid succession, filling the air with a series of bangs and creaks until the heavy machine collapsed onto nothing but it's hubcaps. Rubber flew in every direction and nothing even resembling tires remained to spin, leaving multiple tons collapsed on the asphalt. The truck would not be going anywhere.

"A clean victory!" Springload declared happily, still clutching his gift as he hopped back beside Quillfire. "Truly, the spirits are on our side in full. You are their greatest emissary."

Beaming at the praise, Quillfire turned when he heard the door of the vehicle opening up. Both mech's turned just as the human driver jumped from the vehicle, landing in a heap on the ground as he did so. Catching their mutual gaze, the tiny being threw up his hands in surrender, wide eyed and terrified as could be. A gigantic, metallic frog and an even bigger metal porcupine had not been mentioned when he'd taken the job.

"Look, I'm n-not paid enough for this!" he stammered, gesturing wildly to the trailer as he slowly stepped backwards on shaking legs. Giving up the goods completely for his own sake, he unknowingly earned the approval of a certain anarchist. Abandoning one's shackles for self preservation was a key tactic, and he smiled as the human gave them both full clearance, dropping his keys on the spot. "Just take the truck! A-all of it!"

"We shall, your cooperation is appreciated." Springload replied, sounding a bit haughty. In truth the human's cooperation meant little; either mech was fully capable of taking what they wanted without much effort. Happy just to see someone making the right choices, Quillfire praised and comforted the terrified earthling in what he considered to be the best way.

"Fear not, brother. You have been liberated from the bonds of oppressive labor!" he encouraged, presenting the human with a smile of reassurance. Reacting with what he presumed to be unfathomable joy, the tiny being turned about and began to sprint, disappearing into the trees with a considerable ruckus of breaking branches and fussing animals. Screams of jubilation began echoing out after he was long gone from sight.

Waving the lucky one off, Quillfire smiled at the impossible fortune this day had brought him, happy to share it with others. If humans could figure out the true way to live, perhaps there was yet hope for them. He dared to believe as much while shouting after the former truck driver. "Go forth, tiny earthling! Enjoy the freedom we have given you!"

Turning back to the work yet to be completed, he found Springload using his selectively acidic touch to melt through the lock of the truck's trailer, his gift still peeking out through his other servo's protective grip. Marveling at how the other mech seemed intent on believing his truth, Quillfire still decided to let it be. Though happy just to be friends, it was quite likely this was just how things worked for such a dramatic bot. He was surprised how he was beyond accepting of such a concept, and in fact, quite looking forward to it.

As the doors opened, the two of them found a rather manageable cluster of boxes secured tightly to avoid damaging movement. Comfortable as the load would have been for two bots, it doubtlessly was too much for one, yet Springload began freeing it from its bonds with a smile.

"Allow me to carry this burden, great one! It is the least I can offer!" he said eagerly, tucking his stone away into a subspace beside his spark. Cutting their payload free, he began to move the boxes happily outside, no doubt planning to pile them all into his altmode. While usually happy to get some time off, Quillfire didn't feel right about leaving the other mech to handle it all. Their new partnership deserved to get off to a much better start than that.

"I can help." he reassured simply, taking his fair share of the boxes to carry in his hands. Though the smaller mech needed his altmode to handle his share, he didn't allow transforming to stop his eager chatting, and continued to extoll the virtues of his new ally as a happy pickup truck.

"Such generosity!" he praised, putting along to leave the abandoned truck behind them. Though a little overwhelmed by the idea of someone seeing him as a bona fide gift from ancient deities, he allowed the other mech's chatter to fill the walk home, finding it to be far better than the awkward silence that had followed them here. Who ever would have been able to guess a mere stone could change so much?

"I shall have to insist we are partnered together for future endeavors! As two individuals chosen by the spirits, our camaraderie can bring only success!" Springload gushed, turning about happily on his bouncing tires. "Would that please you, great one? I am certain riches will come to us both!"

Though he still had his own dreams, Quillfire didn't indeed find the idea of more missions like this very agreeable, so much so that he had no problem smiling in affirment.

"Riches indeed, my new friend!"

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discotenny · 4 years

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!MC With A Knife!

Arthur, Dazai, Theo, and Comte check out MCs sick knife tricks [im bad at descriptions can you tell]

the banners this time around are also kind of bad ehehe

Can I request the Ikevamp boys (Arthur, Dazai, Theo, and le Comte if you can) finding out their s/o has a balisong/butterfly knife. She just uses it to do tricks and stuff not for self defense or anything. Also, can the s/o be worried that the boys will think of her differently for being into balisongs. Sorry this is kinda specific, I have one and my entire family doesn’t really like it sooo yeah. Thank you!!💕

!requested by anon!

Arthur finds out about your secret skill simply by walking into your room unannounced. You’re brushing up on the beginner tricks and when he comes in, you just freeze

With no time to react to the blade coming down, the knife cuts the side of your pinky knuckle. Arthur feels like shit, and immediately scrambles to your medical aid. In the meantime, you’re out here attempting to come up with an excuse for why you have a balisong in the first place

You’re spewing out excuses, apologies, and explanations concerning the origin of the knife

He pauses, almost done wrapping your finger up with bandages

“Why would you owning a knife pose an issue love?”

From then on its generally smooth sailing. He first brings up the idea of using it for a sex thing, but a quick jab to his stomach resolves that idea quickly

You then shyly bring up the idea of him learning how to do some tricks as well, and he’s all for it. Arthur picks it up surprisingly quickly, and after showing him the basics he has it down. You’re almost jealous about the fact he able’s to learn tricks so quickly ;-;

Sometimes when you’re out for the day, Arthur will take your balisong and practice in his one time hehe. Other times he’ll take it to his room and absentmindedly twirl it as he comes up with ideas for his writing

Despite all he knows about you, Arthur can’t help but worry about you getting hurt while doing more of the complicated spins

He noticed that you were always so secretive about your personal bag [who wouldn’t be tho]

In a move born out of pure curiosity, Dazai takes just a littttlllleeee peek inside your purse. From an open pocket to the side, your balisong falls out

Dazai actually recognizes the object. Though, while he recognizes it that doesn’t necessarily mean he knows how to use it. He attempts to open it the wrong way, and then you show up

Your embarrassed screams telling him not to touch your stuff fill the room and he holds a surprised expression at your worry. He can tell that you’re worried about what he’ll think of you, rather than being furious at him for his actions

With a pat on your head, Dazai assures you that he doesn’t think any less of you for your skill uwu

Afterwards, Dazai helps you keep your hobby a secret from the rest of the residents. You want an hour to practice or something? He’ll come up with some outlandish excuse that convinces Sebastian to give you time off

While he doesn’t show much interest about learning to use it himself, Dazai enjoys watching you practice tricks in your room

He describes it nothing less than mesmerizing, and often lays on the floor while you show him new tricks. It may sound cheesy but he finds something so beautiful in the way you can effortlessly twirl and spin your knife around

If you manage to complete a particularly complicated trick, he’s so proud of you and will clap if you do so in front of him

Okay so Theo has no idea what the f u c k a balisong is

Doesn’t stop him from being interested once he sees you in the kitchen flipping it around

While you’re nervous about his new discovery, Theo stands bewildered as he attempts to register how the fuck you did that

You barely have time to think of an excuse to remove yourself from the situation, and Theo suddenly asks if you could teach him some tricks

In shock you wonder out loud if he thinks it’s weird that someone like you has a hobby like this. Theo says something similar to a compliment, well as much a compliment Theo can give on a whim

He’s very impressed and very eager to learn the same kind of tricks you unwillingly displayed to him in the kitchen

Though he ends up cutting the shit out of his fingers when he tries

Yes, our dear Theodorus is for some reason awful when flipping around the balisong

Vincent however is actually pretty decent at it, often accompanying Theo to your room when he has free time

In short, Theo’s respect for you triples once he sees your skill. Around him, you’ll always be encouraged and cheered on, so there isn’t much to worry hehe

This one’s really shitty im sorry fdksjfk

Apologies dear, I really had no clue what to write for Comte so I omitted him this time around >< Dazai’s is also a bit short and Theo’s is lowkey really shitty— I’m really sorry if I didn’t understand the prompt babs TwT

Enjoy, and apologies for any future disappointment ~~

#ikemen vampire #ikemen vampire imagines #ikemen vampire x reader #ikemen vampire headcanons #ikevamp x reader #ikevamp imagines #ikevamp headcanons #ikevamp theo x reader #ikevamp arthur x reader #ikevamp dazai x reader #ikevam x reader #ikevamp dazai #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp theo

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raz-b-rose · 4 years

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The Secrets we Share

Part one

This is the second and (for now) final part to this AU.

11527 words. Enjoy

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21737908/chapters/56487616#workskin

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Marinette pulls back from the kiss first, gazing lovingly at Damian. “I love you, sorry again for overreacting”

“We both have weaknesses, but we have all the time to help each other” Damian kisses her forehead, taking her bag to her room. Marinette only hums in response.

Marinette couldn't believe the changes in her life in just one week. Master Fu had passed, she was the new supreme Guardian; her parents were proud of her, and she hoped her mother understood when she told them about the wedding. She was raised within the temple's traditions after all, but she had also raised her to carve her own path despite Fu’s desire to raise her as the next supreme.

Marinette froze for a moment, watching Damian move around her apartment with ease, grinning wildly at the thought of this becoming her everyday life. Her and Damian together, best friends and partners. Partners. Marinette focusses on that word. She thinks about her days as a vigilante. It had been two years since she had last transformed with Tiki, since she had last doned the monacer of Ladybug and assisted others. She feels something bubble up in her chest that almost matches the excitement of her future with Damian. She could become ladybug once again.

Damina glances behind him to Marinette relaxing to the sight of her smile. She was his retreat from everything crazy and stressful in his life. No matter what happens in the field or on missions, he would always have her to return to. Her smile, her joy, and her kindness will always be there for him.

“Hey Chéri, I should let you know that we have just one more thing in common” Marinette is still grinning wildly, coming forward to join their hand together.

“What is that Habibti?” Damian finds himself caught up in her excitement.

“I used to be a vigilante as well, and I had to quit when I moved here for school, didn’t want to step on any toes, but now I can help again, this is wonderful”

Damian stiffins, varying images of all the terrible things that could happen to Marinette flying though his mind before settling on Barbra in a wheelchair. His grip tightens his breathing labored.

“Marinette I-” She simply cups his face, eyes shining in understanding.

“Because Tikki is effectively immortal, that trait is shared with me when I am transformed with her. There is nothing to worry about.”

“Tikki?” As if responding to the name, the same small red fairy-like creature flies up to his face, almost causing him to go cross eyed.

“There is nothing to worry about Damian. If anything, Marinette would be better protected than you.”

“How does that work?” Marinette had moved them back to the couch, continuing to smile as though Damian was not in the middle of a panic attack thinking about how she could die horribly. He would love to have her beside him at all times, but maybe not all the time.

Tikki only grins at him. Damian looks to Marinette to see the grin reflected on her face. They did not see the issue here. Marinette could not be in the field. She must have done community service or something. There is no way his Habibti fought crime as a teenager, right?

“Because I am immortal, unless something were to happen to my earrings, which would be very challenging to manage mind you, when I share my powers with another that trait is shared with them as well.”

Damian is still struggling to grasp the calming logic of her statements. “Even if she can’t die she could still be seriously hurt '' Damian doesn't want to be overprotective, but he's going to be overprotective.

Tikki only shakes her head, the movement soft. “I absorb any damage she takes, for life threatening injuries however, i can only absorb so much,” Damian stops breathing all together, “so she would be left with anything from a bruise to a laceration.”

“Nothing a first aid kit can’t handle.” Marinette appears at his side, handing him a mug of tea. When had she moved and made tea?

“But you could still be-” He starts to argue, but Marinette's change in tone causes him pause to hear her out.

“Damian, I have been shot on three different occasions, here, here, and here.” She points to her hip, head and finally her heart. Damian followed each movement of her finger with fascinated horror. “I was only left with a bruise for each of them, I will be ok.”

They have a stare off for what feels like hours, Damian can see another creature join the huddle on the couch, but keeps his focus on Marinette. Her eyes aren’t hard, instead they are understanding but she won't back down from this. “I also have healing magic, for the next time you get hurt”

“I don’t get hurt” Damian tries to say with an air of pride, but even to his ears he can hear the weakness of the lie.

“Yes you do, mister I got shot and didn’t say anything” Marinette gives him a pointed look, before giggling at Damian's crestfallen face.

“How did you know?”

“Oh please, I have been training with magic since I could walk, specifically that healing magic” She says with a wave of her hand. He closes his eyes, taking multiple deep breaths.

What are the facts of the situation he has control over? Marinette knows magic. Marinette can bond with an immortal being effectively making her immortal while bonded. Marinette has been shot before. Marinette is here. Marinette had been a vigilante. Marinette had been a good vigilante. Nobody as far as he knew had heard of any such thing from Paris. Marinette is going to be his partner in everything. Everything. Damian opens his eyes to her sky blue ones, relaxing once again into their depths.

“Ok, but we start slow, I need time to adjust.” She just smiles softly at him, rubbing her hand along his shoulder.

“Of course Chéri, it's only fair,” Damian relaxes some more, thankful at her cooperation. “You don't know how amazing I am as a vigilante yet” Damian scowls at her, eyes darkening in that competitive way they always do when Marinette goads him on.

“Is that so” He grins wickedly, carefully placing both of their cups on the coffee table. She eyes him with excited trepidation, waiting for Damian to strike. He glances behind her, tilting his head in confusion, and strikes when she also starts to turn back.

“Are you as good as you say if you fall for such an easy trick?” He teases while he tickles her, proud at the belly laughs he is eliciting from her.

“Stop Dami, stop” She squeals, trying desperately to put distance between them, her breaths short and joy filled.

“I dont think I’m ready to”

“Dami!” She laughs out, soft pawing at his face, tears of joy mixing with the tear tracks from earlier. With that Final plea, he stops kissing her quickly and gently. He doesn’t need her passing out from lack of oxygen after all. She simply pulls him down into a cuddle, humming contently. Pulling each other close, their warmth mixes together, making for a comfortable nap inducing environment, but both know they can’t take a nap, not yet after all.

Damian glances over to see Tikki and the other one, sitting cheerfully on the window sill, observing the city streets below.

“What,” Damian starts to ask Marinette then thinks better of it, after all they were clearly sentient beings capable of holding a conversation.

“What exactly are you?” He sits up, facing each of the small beings. They glance between each other before coming over to sit on the coffee table.

“We are called kwami, but to be exact we are the personification of certain ideals or desires.” The small horse looking one answers, licking away at a sugar cube.

Damian glances to Marinette for clarification. They did answer his question but it left him blind to certain details that Marinette is sure to have. However Tikki is the one to answer his unasked inquiry.

“We should start at the beginning, as we do with all newcomers to the Order,” Tikki sends a pointed look to Kaalki, who just rolls her eyes before focusing on her meal.

“There was a woman named Tikki who lived in China during the Xia dynasty. She learned of magic through travelers and taught herself the most powerful form of magic at the time, creation magic. She loved to create new things, especially things to help others.”

“While she was traveling her older sister fell ill to what was an incurable disease at the time.” Marinette laughs softly into her hand as Damian leans forward, grasping his hands in front of his face in total concentration on Tikki’s history lesson.

“She quickly switched her focus to healing magic, desperate to save her sister's life. During her quest she experimented with imbedding jewelry with healing effects to stop or even just slow the effects of the sickness.”

Tikki leaves the coffee table to continue her story next to Marinette's earrings, touching them softly. “Because of her love to create, her love for her sister, and her desire to heal I was brought into consciousness, a part of her soul, so to speak, being imbedded into the earrings.”

“I became everything she desired and held dear. I can create as well as heal and was the first miraculous created.”

“Do you share her memories?”

“No, I am simply a personification of her will.”

“Is that why you are immortal, you are neither alive or dead?” Marinette is impressed that Damian was able to grasp that truth so quickly.

“Exactly.”

“What happened after?” He is not so much as eager to learn what happened, but rather gain the knowledge necessary to join this world of Marinettes.

“She returned home just as the sickness was taking its final hold, we worked together to heal her, becoming Hóng fūrén.”

“Did she create the rest of the miraculous?”

“No,” Kaalki answers him this time, having finished her sugar cube she settles in on Marinette's other shoulder. “When other magicians learned of what she created, they traveled to her, eager to learn her secrets.”

“The first was a man by the name of Plagg, who had lost a loved one to the same sickness that almost took Tikki’s sister. He had heard of her miracle and hoped that she could return his loved one to him.”

“I hear a but in there,”

“Bringing people back from the dead will always have consequences, as you know” Tikki says gravely, her stare is filled both with pity and resentment. He doesn’t think that the last one is aimed at him however. Marinette stiffins.

“Damian-”

“We can talk about that later,” She doesn’t look reassured, but nods in acceptance, “Thank you, please continue” Damian reaches up to rub his chest where the sword pierced. There was no scar, but the memory of the pain was enough for Damian.

“Even though they could not help him in his original request, he still desired to learn her new way of magic as well. He then created the ring of destruction, his desire to rid the world of the illness being his main driving force.”

“Each of the Miraculous were created by different magicians and added to the collection. Tikki and Plagg went on to be the founders of the order, seeking to use their magic to help everyone around them.”

“What caused them to hide from the world?”

“A traitor by the name of Jin Yong. He had been unsuccessful in creating anything, much less a Miraculous. He attempted to steal all of them for himself, and killed Plagg in the process.” Marinette always hated this part of the story.

“By this time Tikki and Plagg had married, and started a family. In her rage, she wielded both the creation and destruction Miraculous. Jin yong was quickly dealt with but her rage still needed an outlet.”

“She unleashed such raw magical power, that she carved up the nearby mountain range. The other magicians feared her, quick to submit themselves to her, and follow any order she had to give. She then declared that from thereforth, all Miraculous would be kept in a box, and named herself as Supreme Guardian, who is the only person capable of opening the box.”

"She then traveled as far west as she could before stopping in what is now Tibet. There she built the temple and erased all traces of the miraculous from the world.”

Marinette plays with her fingers, small tears gathering. Damian rubs small circles in her back, quietly processing what he just heard. That much raw power in the wrong hands could be disastrous.

“Marinette, is announcing the Order to the world the wisest idea?” He was trying to be gentle, but the idea of being incapable of fighting against such a threat scared him.

“Yes, Supreme Guardian Tikki also placed a spell over all the miraculous. As long as I know who holds the Miraculous I can order it back to the box. Stealing one is difficult but not impossible. It has happened before.”

“Damian,” Kaalki draws his attention away, “ Not every Miraculous can manage that kind of power. Not every person can handle that kind of power. Tikki only could because she had created the Miraculous, her bonding with it being much more intimate than can be managed today.”

Damian frowns in confusion, “So how does this whole bonding thing work anyway?”

Marinette seems to brighten a little, quick to answer him, “The longer you wear a miraculous the stronger the shared magic between Kwami and human become. You also have to physically fit, spiritually sound and mentally strong to even transform with a Kwami. Anyone can wear a miraculous, but not everyone can wield one.”

“That makes me feel a little better.”

She giggles softly, sipping her tea softly. Tikki and Kaalki had moved from her shoulders now sitting softly in her lap. Marinette seems to be working herself up to say something, so he waits patiently for her to collect herself.

“We have had this power that could be shared with the world for centuries, just sitting there in cowardice for what may or may not happen. When Plagg first convinced me to transform with him and take a run on the roof tops, and I stopped a mugging, I knew what I would do with the Order should I end up leading it. I would build a team to help the world.”

She gives Damian a hard stare, “I will help those who need it.” He can’t help but smile at her and berate himself even further. Her heart is too good, kind, and compassionate.

“You will accomplish all those things Marinette. I will help you any way I can.”

“I know. Thank you Damian” Marinette feels a peace within her soul. The Order could look down on a Supreme being in a relationship all they want. She would not be as strong without Damian at her side.

“So why have I never heard of vigilantes in Paris?” Marinette at least has the gall to look embarrassed.

“As a part of my training, I would bond with a different miraculous every two weeks. When Plagg talked me into transforming and testing my powers in Paris, instead of at the temple, I loved the rush from pouncing on people and surprising them. Because I had a new look every few weeks, no one ever made the connection.”

“And then she had to start getting her friends in on it too,” Tikki chimes in in exasperation. “It was hard enough keeping her nightly adventures a secret, but adding more people to the mix every few months was getting challenging.”

“And yet I built myself a good team” Marinette huffs. They went on to bicker about Marinette's youth. Damian can’t help but dread that this would also now be a part of his new life. Kwami everywhere all the time. It would definitely take some adjusting. Damian frowns at his now vibrating phone, the caller ID confusing him even more. Standing he distances himself from the others, not wanting to disturb them with his call.

“What is it Brown?” She only ever called him when there was a daytime emergency.

“Damian you need to talk to Tim, this isn't ok.”

“I don't need to do anything you say” Damian feels his good mood souring quickly.

“No, Tim is a wreck. You haven't talked to anyone for days.”

“Who I choose to speak to is none of your concern.” Stephanie tries to interrupt him but Damian speaks over her, “I am not responsible for how Drake is feeling”

“You men and hating to talk things out” She snaps, Damian only rolls his eyes, after all just what had he and Marinette been doing for the last hour?

“There is nothing for us to talk about. He has apologized but the fact of the matter is he doesn't trust me, therefore there is no reason to speak until that is repaired first” Damian clenches his fist at admitting such a thing to Stephanie of all people.

“Of course he trusts you Damian,”

“If he truly trusted me, then this would not have happened” The silence on the other end is unsettling, Damian can only stand there, waiting for her to say something, but he knows she can’t find a way to refute his claim. “I believe you have no right to speak to me about such matters as well Brown, last I heard you weren’t even on speaking terms with Drake yourself”

“That was a low blow Damian” She growls out before cursing him out and hanging up. Damian trembles, Stephanie reigniting his original anger from the last week. He jumps a little, meeting Marinette's worried gaze.

“Damian?”

“It’s nothing, just Drakes, whatever she is right now, meddling with something she has no right to.” Marinette retakes her seat on the couch. They had talked about themselves, but not how he felt with his family. Clearly it was still unresolved and had led to a lot of stress for all parties.

“Does Tim do things like this often?” She asks so quietly, that Damian almost missed her question, the roaring in his ears grew louder.

“Do what?”

“Investigate people?”

“It is his prefered job. He investigates to find all the information so that we don’t have any blank spots.”

“Then why was his investigation of me bothering you so much? He does it to other people so why can’t he do it to me?” He can tell she is playing devil's advocate, but the question still bothers him. He can feel his anger growing stronger.

“I asked him, and Todd, not to. To meet you like normal people.” She hums, nodding her head slightly in agreement.

“That request does change everything. And why does that feel like a breach of trust to you?” Damian tightens his fists, a headache coming on from his tightened jaw. Marinette runs her thumb over the back of his hand, that's when he notices her breathing steadily. In, out. In, out. Damian starts to match her pace, his body loosening with each exhale.

“They question every choice I make. Always acting like I’m in danger. However only when I make ‘life changing decisions’” Damian states dryly, “any other time they behave as though they do not care for me.” Marinette only nods, he can tell by the look in her eye that she is processing the information, tucking it away.

“I know I can be uncommunicative and impersonal at times,” Marinette offers a small smile, “but I thought that I had made headway in building better relationships with my brothers. Don’t tell them this but I do care for them and have come to enjoy their company”

“This sounds like normal sibling drama then.” Marinette smiles, “No need to be angry. Tim and Jason care too, in their own way. They need to find a different way to show it though, you too mister” She runs her finger down his nose before pecking it quickly.

“I don’t know how to approach them at the moment, but I don’t want to lose them either” Damian confides in her, knowing his vulnerability is safe with her.

“It doesn’t need to be today Damian, a lot has happened already.” She stands pulling him with her. “But it needs to be soon. It becomes harder the longer you wait.”

“I will Habibti, don’t worry. Thank you.”

“You can talk about anything at any time Damian.” She smiles softly one last time before leading them towards the door. “I am hungry, and i think food would help both of us right now”

They enjoyed a peaceful meal, phones set on silent, just the two of them ignoring the outside world of responsibilities until a later time. Damian asked more questions, Marinette asked her own in return. The couple shared everything they hadn't before, finding solace in the fact that they truly understood the others' struggles like no one else could.

The late afternoon sun offered a cozy setting as they returned to Marinette's place, the Kwami glad to be home for free reign once again. And the two of them did what they did best. Separate activities in the same room.

Marinette returned to her dress, as it was still due for completion that week. Family emergency or not, fashion projects are to be completed. Damian returned to his book, quickly reimmersed in it, but even that couldn't hold off the exhaustion that builds when emotional stress is in play. Damian is stirred from sleep, Marinette giggling at him.

“Hey sleepy head, I think you need to go home to get some proper rest” She places a marker in his book, before walking away. Damian lays there for a few moments adjusting to consciousness. He sits up a little too quickly when he notices the time. He is late for patrol.

He jumped off the couch, pulling his jacket on in a panic, cursing softly as he gathered the rest of his things. Maeinette wonders over, concerned.

“Is everything ok? Did something happen?”

“No, nothing like that. I am just late for patrol” Damian pecks her cheek but the touch of her hand stops him at the door.

“Is that a good idea? You seem really tired.” He kisses her once more, less rushed this time.

“I will be ok. I’ll see you tomorrow, promise” Marinette hugs him tightly before finally letting him leave. She stands at the door for a moment, before turning back to her dress. Damian would be ok, she could feel it. Her gut was almost never wrong anymore, Marinette frowns at her embroidery, almost.

Tonight was not a good night. Damian scowls into the streets below. The coms were unusually silent. When he had signed onto the comms everyone gave him short crisp answers. His father, he could understand, but Todd and Drake refused to talk to him, and after the fuss Stephanie made, he expected Drake to be grovelling once again.

“Boys, we got trouble down by the docks, looks like Penguin is making a move.” Oracle informs. Each gave a confirmation before launching to the docks. Damian moved quickly, the thought of Marinette waiting for him at the forefront of his mind more than ever.

“Robin and Red Hood, come in from the north. Red Robin and I will come in from the west.” Batman orders before going silent once again. Damian is almost to the docks when Red Hood comes up on his right, their paths converging into one.

“Robin, she got back today right? Did everything go alright?” Damian is caught off guard by his question and almost missteps off the roof. He opens his mouth to respond like he always had when they try to pry, but Marinette's words from that afternoon cause him pause. He needs to find a different way to show that he does care for his brothers. What better way to start then being more open about his life.

“It went well.”

Now it was Jason's turn to be surprised. Damian was not one to willingly give information on his personal life. It took poking and prodding with the figurative crowbar to even get him to open his mouth, and even that didn’t always guarantee you'll get what you wanted out of him.

“That's good to hear.” He could practically feel the tension drain from the coms, Babs mutters a small praise and he winces. He knew they could feel the tension, he felt bad that Babs could as well. “Sorry Oracle”

“Refocus, now that that is out of the way, and then you can talk more.”

“Yes Ma’am”

Damian scowls as the distant sound of sirens grows louder. Just what they didn’t need. “Red Robin and I have converged on the smugglers. Some are trying to escape your way, be ready.”

The boys move faster to intercept before the police arrive. Damian swings down, landing harder than intended on the pavement, bringing five men to an abrupt stop. They are all dressed in beanies and black clothes. A few have traditional guns while the others have spearguns guns.

“Evening boys, would you mind dropping the weapons and surrendering peacefully?” Red Hood saunters in from the rear, catching all the cornered men off guard. With a grunt, they all start to pull their guns.

Without further words, the boys attack first, subduing the ones with the spearguns first, fearing the nasty wound that could leave more than that of a regular gun. After all, they have dealt with those before. One of the men, after losing his gun, tried to fare in hand to hand combat, Damian simply tripped him, knocking him out cold with an elbow to the throat. Damian turns around to find himself at the end of a gun, and no time to move.

Red Hood bashes the man in the back of the head with his gun, simply nodding at Damian, who could only sigh in relief. It wasn’t the first time he had been in that sort of situation since meeting Marinette, where all he could think about was how upset and angry she would be to learn how he died. Now that she knew, he wondered if she would be angrier or just heartbroken.

Red Hood walks over, clapping him firmly on the shoulder. “Not yet Robin, you have plenty of time ahead of you.” Damian glances at him with narrowed eyes, he can feel his mask constrict with the movement. How had he managed to glare 24/7 when he was younger?

They boys turn at the sound of their family landing behind them. Red Robin fidgets next to the bat, their difference in height would have made it comical if not for the seriousness of the situation. Damian simply nods to him, sending a small smile his way. That was more than enough to show the young man that the blood between them had been cleared. He relaxed immediately, offering his own smirk in return.

Bruce watched the interaction, glad that the boys had made up in their own way, but couldn’t help the roll of his eyes at the dramatics of it all. But it's your fault that they are terrible at these things his subconscious whispers to him. Bruce scowled at the intrusive thought, his pride making it difficult to admit fault.

“The police have already started inventory on the unit of drugs they were trying to move into the city. Pick up will be here shortly, Robin come with me to oversee processing of evidence.” Both men set off, Father and Son into the night.

Batman turns off his comm unit, motioning for Robin to do the same. While Damian’s relationship with Bruce hasn't always been the smoothest, they have both tried. Damian tried to be everything he valued in his Father, and Bruce tried to emulate the things Damian thought of as important. Unfortunately for both of them, that did not include expressing emotions or confrontation into personal issues as priority.

“I look forward to meeting her.” Damian rolls his eyes at the attempt for normal father son bonding conversations. They had never been Bruce's forte, but he refused to cease the attempts. “She must be a wonderful woman.”

“Wonderful because she caught my attention?”

“Wonderful because she brings out the best in you.” Bruce smiles, knowing Damian was testing his responses. He may not be the best at conventional relationships, but he picked up a thing or two from Alfred over the years.

Damian is caught off guard at the response. “The best in me?”

“She must have said something today or performed an action in the past to influence your earlier behavior with your brothers” Damian thinks over his words, realizing the truth within the statement. He grins before voicing his next thought.

“If she has held such an influence over me for so long, you must be slacking in your abilities, old man” Bruce simply raises his brow, a trade mark look if anyone who knows Batman were to give him one.

“Maybe” And with that the conversation comes to an end for now, as he turns the comms back on, meeting the commissioner behind the taped off scene. Robin shadows Batman, a working system for the last few years now. Damian however is processing the day while observing the hustle and bustle of the crime scene. Once everything is settled and they are retiring for the night at the cave, suits locked up and equipment put away, Damian sends a small wave to his family before heading back to the city.

His brain battles with itself before he finally crashes onto his bed, sleep over taking him. The night was a normal one, with the regular adrenaline. No matter how hard he tried to rethink about his afternoon, his body needed to rejuvenate itself. Thinking could wait, recharge could not.

It is well past twelve when he finally awakens, a small headache at the front of his head. He checks his phone to find a text from Bruce, asking if they would be coming to dinner at the Manor. It was Dicks last night in town before returning to Jump City.

Damian ended up staring at his phone for over five minutes. Finally he placed a call, hoping she was available. He chuckles as she picks up the phone, her frantic yelps coming over the line.

“Damian finally! Are you ok?”

“Yes Marinette, I am fine.” He laughs.

“Thank goodness, what's up?”

“Would you be available for dinner at the manor tonight?”

“Of course! What time?”

“I’ll pick you up at three-thirty. We usually eat around four.”

“Perfect, I’ll see you soon! Love you!” Before she hangs up he hears her call for Tikki, claiming a need for her opinion on outfits. Laughing one last time, he responds to his father's text before rising to get ready.

Now that things were mostly patched with Tim and Jason, dinner wasn’t looking to be an uncomfortable affair. He was however still apprehensive to introduce her to his family. But, if she could handle his past confessions, then she could probably handle his family just fine. If she could handle leading a whole organization at twenty-two, she could handle his family.

After a quick walk for Titus, and running a quick errand, it was finally time to pick up Marinette. As he approaches her building once more, she waits on the sidewalk, eyes peeled for his car. Her face lights up as she spots him, her hair cascading gently around her face, framing her freckles and eyes perfectly.

“Hey there handsome, did you have a good night?” With the click of her seat belt, Damian returns to the line of cars eager to leave the city.

“We managed to intercept a shipment of new drugs Penguin was trying to introduce to the city. Not a standard night but not a new scenario” Damian shrugs, not finding it as weird to talk casually about his nightly activities as he thought it would be.

Marinette nods, giving him a weak smile, “That is relieving to hear, I was worried for you”

“I assume that is going to be a standard for us now” Damian scowls, thinking once again about all the horrible what-ifs and undesirable futures.

“Yes but i feel like it's not that different from other couples” Marinette reaches over to take his hand, Damian notices she's trembling slightly, but decides not to bring attention to it.

“What do you mean? I believe we are in a unique situation.”

“ Well what about Military, Officers, or any other profession that has a life threatening aspect to it? Any couple apart of those lives worry for safety and health just as much as we are now”

“That is a very true point, however I maintain our uniqueness with that not every couple fights crime as vigilantes together” Damain gives her a quick pointed look before returning his focus to the road.

“And the average couple can be affected by unexpected injuries or death as well,” Marinette continues as though Damian hadn’t spoken, staring out the window as the grey and muted red buildings turn to a forest of green with the ocean peaking through, “No we are not the different after all”

Damian doesn't respond for a moment, his mind focussing between her trembling hand, to her hyperfocus on safety and wellbeing standards in other couples, and finally on the scrunching of her face as though she is trying not to cry.

“Are you trying to reassure me or yourself?” His tone was gentle, and quiet; his brothers would never believe it. Damian no longer had any qualms about having Marinette by his side no matter what. He needed her, just a week of thinking he had lost her, had him in a wreck,. He doesn't know what would happen if he were to actually lose her.

“Myself,” She continues to stare out the window, but she seemed almost calmer now, “The vigilantism aside, we would have a decreased risk of losing each other, but not a nonexistent risk.”

Damian knows that she is processing her thoughts, and smiles to himself, waiting patiently. “I love you Damian, it's painful to think about life without you,”

“Then don’t, don’t focus on the what-ifs, the negative possibilities, or the inevitable future.” Marinette finally looks at him then, eyes narrowed but a smile beginning to form, “Focus on today, that we are together”

“Are you trying to reassure me or yourself?” She parrots, giggling at his unimpressed look. “Empathy is so very interesting, we can so clearly see how to reassure someone else of our own fear but struggle with our own advice”

“Never have more true words been spoken” Damian chuckles, taking her hand in his own, the car settling into silence once more. The calm atmosphere is cracked when Marinette's hands begin to tremble once again.

“Relax, Mari. They will love you”

“Yes but there has been so much drama surrounding myself that I can’t help but be a little more than nervous.” She thinks back to the phone call Damian received yesterday, unsure of how this ‘Brown’ person would receive her.

“No reason to be unless you are truly uncomfortable with everything that happened? You never did tell me how you felt about all that?”

“Oh yea,” Damian scowls. Of course she forgot this had affected her too. Her own privacy to be exact. “Well is everything cleared up between you guys?”

Now it was Damians turn to be uncomfortable. “We haven't talked, but I let them know I was no longer upset.” Damian mumbles, thankful that he is driving so he had a reason not to meet Marinette's eyes.

“Hmm, perhaps I should talk to the boys,”

“Why?”

“Well they did listen to my phone call, that is definitely something we need to discuss” Her tone was off. It was like she was trying to sound serious but sarcasm laced ever syllable as well. If he hadn’t glanced at her just then, he would have missed the smirk, now leaving her lips as she tried to school her expression.

“What are you up too?”

“I am up to nothing Damian. This is a serious conversation.” Yea no, not even Dick would fall for that.

“I trust you will tell me what you really want to talk about with them later.” He wouldn’t pry anymore, but he wasn’t going to drop it either. Marinette only smiles softly at him, reaching her hand to trace his jaw line. The action leaving him distracted and hyper aware at the same time.

“All in good time Love, just trust me on this one.”

“You play dirty” He growls out, grip tightening around the wheel. Again she laughs, repeating her earlier action.

“I know you love me” She teases cheekily, before bringing their conversation away from the topic of family and onto miscellaneous, trivial ones. Damian responds idly, enjoying having her back in his presence. Soon they reach the broad gates of Wayne manor, hidden behind the thick foliage making Marinette feel even more like an outsider.

Damian climbs out of the car, waiting for Marinette to join him at his side. He glances behind him confused when she does not appear. A quick glance shows that she is still in the car, fists clenched as she takes a few deep breaths. Damian waits patiently for her to finish.

When she finally climbs out of the car, her face shows confidence, while the trembling of her hands betray her nerves. Damian’s larger hand swallows her, Damian likes to think he is absorbing her nerves, and the smile she sends his way almost makes him believe that.

“Oh I almost forgot” Damian reaches into his pocket, pulling a small box out. Marinette smiles softly at him before giving her hand to him to accept the ring. It is a simple silver band with one small pink stone embedded in the ring. It was perfect for the seamstress, nothing to snag on the fabric.

“You didn't have to do that Damian”

“You are my fiance and tradition dictates I present you with a ring as a symbol of our status” Marinatte tries not to laugh but fails, breaking down into small giggles.

“Also,” Damian leads her towards the ‘house’ once more, “I want to see how perceptive my family truly is”

They walked inside, the liveliness of the manor there, but muted to the back of the house. The couple start to move to the back only to be halted when Damian is tackled to the ground. Marinette can’t help but gasp as he slides back to the front door.

“Uncle Dami!

Damian carefully sits up, hugging the small girl to his chest. She may only be nine now, but she grew into her tamaranian strength everyday. “Hey there power-pop, stronger than the last time I see.”

The girl giggles, she lifts Damian off the ground, hugging him tightly. “Mom has been training me everyday. I can lift a small car now!” Her eyes are a bright green, alight with an energy that only a child knows.

“Can you now power-pop? Do you mind putting me down, I would like to introduce you to someone.” Damian gasps for breath, rubbing his side. He was bound to have a few bruises by tonight, as he always did after seeing Mar’i. “This is Marinette.”

Marinette watches in temptation as the girl turns her attention to her. Her posture is relaxed, open and friendly. She was well muscled for her age, and probably the tallest as well, standing close to Marinette's shoulders, who was only 5’3’’. Marinette couldn’t help but love the contrast of her vivid green eyes to her midnight hair and sunset skin tone. She would grow to be a beautiful woman.

“Hi I’m Mar’i.” She chirps, bouncing a little as she approaches Marinette for a hug.

“Be gently power-pop, she's not used to your strength.”

“Ok Uncle Dami.” Marinette gasps a little, if this was gentle, she felt bad for whatever kind of hug Damian received.

“It’s nice to meet you too Mar’i you want to hear a secret.” The girl's eyes light up at the question. She nods eagerly, leaning in close.

“My friends call me Mari, just like your name.” Marinette whispers, side eyeing Damian with a smirk. He frowns at her, clearly put off by being out of the loop.

“Really!?”

“Yup, do you think you could help think of another nickname for me?” Marinette continues to whisper.

“I will think really hard! Do you have any superpowers or are you super cool like my dad?” Before Marinette can answer, a man enters behind her standing behind Mar’i with his hands on her shoulders.

“Mar’i what have we said about asking those kinds of questions. Not everyone is Meta or comfortable admitting they are Meta. You are free to talk about yourself, but don’t ask those questions.”

“Sorry Dad, sorry Marinette.”

“To answer your question Mar’i, no I don't have superpowers, but I can perform magic and have magic friends. Would you like to meet them?” Marinette smiles at the girl, relaxing when the excitement returns to her eyes.

“Can I? Where are they?”

Tikki and Kaalki fly out of their hiding places, smiling at the girl as well. She giggles when Mar’i only grows more excited, firing off questions a mile a minute. With a defeated shake of his head, the man holds out his hand to Marinette.

“Dick Grayson, it's a pleasure to finally meet you.” He moves them off to a sitting area beside the entryway.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng, likewise. Your daughter is precious, I can’t imagine how much of a handful she must be though.”

“You have no idea,” he chuckles with a glance back at his daughter, “Mar’i Grayson if you want to fly, go outside.”

“Com’on Tikki and Kaalki I want to see how high you can fly!” The adults all show variations of amusement and exasperation at Mar’i’s excitement as she darts out the front door, the kwami close behind.

The adults left in the room jump, the sound of breaking glass and swearing echoing from down the hall. Dick only pinches the bridge of his nose muttering to himself. “I am so thankful I don’t live here anymore”

Damian only shares a look with Marinette, who is already moving down the hall to investigate. He watches as she takes quick glances at the pictures lining the walls, Alfred putting careful attention into each and everyone. Damian wasn’t fond of pictures, but had realized at a young age that they helped recreate the good memories.

The sounds of an argument grow as they come closer to the kitchen. Damian knew what kind of scene awaited him behind the swinging door, Marinette however would be horrified. She was as meticulous in the kitchen as she was with her sewing. She cleaned as she went, and put everything away after it was used. Her kitchen was never left with a blemish, and she almost took his head off the first time he tried to help her cook dinner.

He watched as she pushed open the door, taking in the scene in front of her. Tim stood with his back to her, a handheld broom clenched in his fist as he waved it around to emphasize his words.

Jason stood glaring on the other side of the kitchen island yelling back. Alfred stood off to the side, exasperated at their antics, choosing to continue cooking, leaving the young men to their own devices.

“What has Alfred been teaching you?” Jason shouts, gesturing wildly at the broken glass and pasta sauce splatter from floor to counter to ceiling.

“To cook unlike you, at least I can be in the kitchen by myself without it bursting into flames.”

“Yeah because all you know is how to use the microwave.”

“Says the king of microwavable dinners for one”

“Why you-” Jason stops from leaping over the counter at Tim, his eyes widening at the sight of Marinette standing in the doorway. Tim turns in confusion before also freezing in what could be fear or shock, Damian couldn’t tell.

“Hello Miss Marinette, it is wonderful to meet you after all this time.” Alfred comes over, taking her hand in his own. Marinette smiles at him, his hands are soft, but not as soft as his eyes. If this man was a part of Damian’s family, then she truly had nothing to worry about.

“I feel the same,” Marinette can feel the love he has for his family. Though he continues to age more each year, he continues to serve them with all the care he can give. “I look forward to getting to know you.” Alfread plays with Marinette’s ring, giving her a mischievous smile before turning back to the stove.

The boys still hadn’t moved, they stood defensively, waiting for Marinette to strike. From their viewpoint they feel like cornered prey, Marinellte the Lioness, waiting for the proper moment to strike. Both men begin to sweat, the mess quickly forgotten. She gently takes the broom and dustpan from Tim, leaning down to sweep up what she can, thankful that she had not removed her shoes at the door. They watch with trepidation as she cleans their mess, until all sauce she could reach is wiped up and the kitchen just one step back into order as it was before.

“Alfred, what are you cooking? It smells delicious.” The boys flinch as Marinette finally speaks after the long silence.

“A simple dish for the boys to learn and Miss Mar’i’s favorite. Spaghetti with corn bread.”

“Wonderful, I have not had many dishes related to American-Italian food, I can’t wait to try it”

“You can thank the boys here, they did most of the work” Marinette finally turned her full attention towards them, giving them a soft smile.

“Thank you for cooking dinner for us.” Damian is trying his best to contain his laughter, they could only give her a shaking nod of their heads, eyes still wide. She only continues to smile at them, gently taking the spoon from Alfred.

“Why don’t I help the boys finish dinner, that way you can relax for the night. Spend some time with Mar’i?” Alfred pats her cheek gently.

“Thank you Miss Marinette, the cornbread is on a timer and the noodles only need to be drained soon, vegetables are also on a timer.” Damian walks with Alfred back down the hall, smiling proudly alongside his grandfather.

"Those boys are in for a surprise Damian" Alfred chuckles, leaning on Damians arm.

"She's up to something, that's for sure" with one last backwards glance at the swinging door, Damian leads Alfred to the sitting Area, joining Dick and Bruce in the relaxing environment.

Back in the kitchen Marinette hums softly, continuing dinner preparations while the boys have tried to distance themselves as far as they possibly can from the young woman.

Jason sits stiffly on his stool, hands gripping his knees until his knuckles are white. He sends constant glances at the door, wondering if he should run or face her lecture like a man. Her humming was starting to put him on edge. Marinette Dupain-Cheng has not behaved like one would expect in this situation. Jason was flying blind.

Tim, on the other hand, is trying to control his shaking by sitting with perfect posture for once, hands folded neatly in front of his on the marble top. With a glance you would picture him to be perfectly calm, if it were not for the beads of sweat on his brow or the constant fidgeting with his hands. He too was confused and on edge. He knew few women on a very personal level, and each and every one of them scared him, but at least he knew what to expect. Marinette being completely calm and unreactive left his head spinning.

Both boys were used to yelling and even fist being thrown. Not gentleness and kindness. Just when the silence was getting too much to bear, she spoke again.

"I must thank you both, you would have made a paranoid old man feel very justified" she sends another one of those smiles over her shoulder before turning back to the pasta mixture.

“What?” They echo off each other.

“My master saw a movie one day where they were listening in on phone calls. After that, he insisted we talked in code with each other when it related to temple business.” Content that the food was good to leave alone for a moment she turns to face the boys, almost laughing at their equally confused and tense facial expressions.

“Glad we could help?” Tim is at a loss for how to proceed. Damian yelled at them, shouldn’t Marinette too? How would Damian even find someone this polar opposite from him? This must be a mind game, no other explanation. Tim would not lose.

“Can you please just get this over with, we can take anything you have to say” Jason finally snaps, instantly regretting his tone but he couldn't take the drawn out punishment any longer. Hugging Bruce for twenty-four hours would be preferable to this.

“And what, Jason, am I getting done and over with?” Damian had mentioned his brothers every so often, only in passing stories or complaints. It was quite easy to see who was who. Jason was known for being a hot head, quick to speak. Tim on the other hand, Damian had bragged about being taller than him, and well, he was clearly the shorter of the two.

“Yelling at us for everything we did to you.”

She smirks at them, leaning on her elbows staring at them in such a way they couldn’t help but feel as though she was searching their souls. Maybe she was; they didn’t know what kind of magic she knew afterall.

“Oh that, I don’t care about that.” She shuts off the timer, removing the bread carefully while the boys processed her words.

“You-you don’t care that we listened to your phone call?” Tim is the first to speak.

“Or the background check we did on you?” Jason finishes. The boys relax a little, but again Tim is waiting for the rug to be pulled from under his feet (like that hadn’t been happening since she stepped foot in the kitchen). Jason had stopped looking at the door, hyperfocusing on Marinette body language. She was relaxed, moving about the kitchen like she had cooked within its walls her whole life.

“Nope.” She says it with such sweet innocence, they obviously had different perceived notions on the seriousness of the topic.

“Why?”

“Because it's your job. How many times have you had to do something like this and it helped you save countless lives?” She easily finds the strainer in the first cabinet she checks.

“Uh,”

“I can say I do not like or prefer my privacy being overstepped, but how can I hold that against you? How can I be upset by something that you do to protect people, especially those you love.”

“What?” Each boy's response continues to be more intelligent than the last.

Marinette giggles, “So no I am not mad at you guys for those actions.”

Tim narrows her eyes at her words, “That insinuates that you are upset with us about something.”

“Yes I am saddened by one thing and that is, that you don’t trust Damian.” She has stopped smiling, giving each boy a heartbroken look. She gives them time to think, finishing dinner preparations.

“Of course we trust him,” Jason starts, offended that she would declare such a thing. Look at them with such disdain and judgment. Who was she to judge him and behave like she knows everything.

“Yeah, he always has our backs, we would have died more times than we can count if he wasn’t there” Tim is now also on the offensive. Why did he fear her words again? She clearly knew nothing and was only on Damians side, her view of the situation had been tainted.

Marinette watched each boy express their anger and pain. She sighs a little at their pride, but hopefully this conversation wouldn’t be too painful.

“You trust him with those things, yes, but do you trust him with his own decisions?” Seeing that they didn’t have an immediate response, she continued on.

“Have you ever let Damian make any decisions on his own? Even if you knew they could or would result in mistakes?”

“Of course we have, we aren’t Bruce or Alfred after all.” Jason grumbles, still put off by where the conversation was heading. He would rather she had just yelled at them by this point.

“Then why didn’t you listen to him?” The sound of her stool scraping against the floor sends a feeling of unease through the room.

“Because we-” Tim falters. “Because we thought we knew best” He finishes weakly.

“We just want to protect him,” Jason adds in defense, “We have been through things like this before. Better safe than sorry.”

“And is it better?” She takes a hold of their left and right hand respectively. “Is it better to lose a relationship with your brother or be there for him when he needs it?”

She lets them process her words, their eyes are looking anywhere but at her, brows creased with thought and worry.

“But he could have-” Jason starts angrily before glancing at Tim, the door, then Marinette. Jason couldn’t finish, she might not know, and the last thing he needed was to say something to break them up and get on Damians bad side again.

“You were afraid he could die again?” The boys wanted to be shocked he told her, but clearly Marinette was a special woman. She squeezes their hands, the boys feeling calm and comfort now instead of anger.

“We are all human. We all make mistakes,” Tim flinches, “But if we don’t, then how are we supposed to gain knowledge and growth?”

“But some mistakes are irreversible.” Jason mumbles.

“That is true, and those are the most painful.”

“We have made some of those mistakes, and we know how it ends, we can help stop him from living with our regrets” Tim argues, desperate to show Marinette how much good he meant, that he just wanted Damian to stay safe.

She only smiles, “And that is a desire I never want you guys to push away, but you can’t protect him from everything. You can’t control everything, and you most certainly can’t control another person.”

Jason felt like he was slapped across the face just then. When had he started to behave like Bruce? When had he become so overbearing?

Tim felt the knots retie in his stomach, and the constriction of his lungs retightened. He didn’t want to be controlling, but he needed to be in control. Now he was frustrated by this clear paradox.

“Instead,” they focus in on her words, as the tone is a hopeful one, “Share with him your knowledge, give advice when he asks, and most importantly,” They are breathless now, completely captivated by her voice and eyes. Her eyes are intense, clearly this point needs to be taken to heart, while also having a soft edge to them, she isn’t angry, she is patient.

“Be there for him when he needs you. It is better to have a relationship then a partnership isn’t it?” She waits a beat for her words to sink in before hopping off the stool to finish dinner, leaving the boys to process.

“Thank you Marinette,” Jason is the first to speak, coming to stand beside her, helping her plate everything. “He picked a good one” She flushes at his words, flattered and embarrassed. The three adults are now content, a relationship of understanding growing between them.

To bring a sense of normalcy, Jason launches into as many embarrassing stories of Damian he can recount while they finish dinner and set the table next door. Tim chimes in every now and then to correct him, or add detail, but otherwise stays out of the conversation. Marinette laughs heartily at each story, glad that there was still something to learn about Damian. She is glad to finally meet his family, after all she missed her own overseas.

“And then he comes home with a cow right, don’t know how or where and he refused to tell us.” Marinette giggles at the idea of preteen Damian dragging a cow through the front doors of the Manor. They are walking the halls to retrieve the family for dinner when raised voices from the sitting area give the three adults a sense of urgency.

Rounding the corner Marinette watches as a blond woman bares down on Damian, her finger in his face. He only looks annoyed, staring her down with narrowed eyes. Rather she would be bearing down if not for the height difference. She was almost standing on her tiptoes to get into Damian’s face.

“You haven’t changed at all in the last decade!” The woman yells. “Stubborn and wrong to a fault again!” Her face flushed red, muscles tightened and her entire posture tense.

Damian flinches, his body shifting only the slightest. The only outward sign that what was said hurt him. His arms wrap tighter around his body, spine straight. Marinette narrows her eyes before marching over and pushing herself into the woman's personal space.

She takes a step back, blinking in surprise at the smaller asian woman invading her space. Her eyes widen when she finally processes who exactly is in front of her. “You-” she snaps her mouth shut however, her sentence unfinished.

Stephanie is unsure what kind of person she is dealing with. While she stands defensively in front of Damian, her petite stature leaves her confused on whether or not she was truly a threat. However when Stephanie looks her in the eyes, she knows the answer to that question. There is more to her than there seems. Her eyes are hard in the iris, no other sign showed her clear anger at Stephanie. Or was Stephanie imagining the anger? She looked like she was going to cry more than anything.

"Steph that is enough" Tim grabs her hand, pulling her from the room. "Even I know that was uncalled for." She flinches at his quiet anger, bowing her head.Alfred continues to observe his new granddaughter. While she did well to hold herself with dignity, it was clear that she was just as upset as Damian about the words spoken. Marinette sighs deeply before turning to face the occupants of the room. Jason had taken a seat next to Dick at some point, whispering fiercely into his ear, a smug grin on his face. Marinette turns to Bruce, extending her hand.

“It is a pleasure to finally meet you”

“Likewise,” Bruce is surprised at the sight of the ring as she pulls her hand back. He was unaware that things between the two were so serious. One glance to Damian solidifies the fact in Bruce's mind. He looked so relaxed and in love, despite the tense situation just moments prior.

Even as Damian grew up, his tough personality made it difficult for him to let people get close to him, and for people to desire to get close. Bruce thinks Damian never truly realized how lonely that was until he had graduated highschool. He was overjoyed for his son to finally let someone into his heart and to freely give his away. That was a truly proud moment for Bruce.

“Please continue to stay by Damians side.” He does not quite know why he would request such a thing from her, just that he did not regret asking once he saw the resolve on her face.

“I can’t imagine leaving him” Bruce nods, glad to hear her words, "and I apologize for the chaos i have brought to your home"

"My dear, you have done no such thing. Their nightly activities have left them high strung and on edge" Alfred gently reminds her, "They get a little stuck in their heads on occasion"

Marinette looks like she's about to argue with him, but a gentle touch to her shoulder from Damian has her smiling politely at Alfred instead.

"Learn to accept you're not responsible for everything" Damian scowls at her, that only has her scowling right back.

"I was just-"

"Being ridiculous like always" Damian quickly finishes for her, giving her shoulder another squeeze.

“What is it, my little bumgorf?" The room turns at the sound of the newcomer, Marinette gasping softly. Her skin was a glowing amber that contrasted like a sunset with her vibrant red hair. Her otherworldly green eyes were bright with joy. Marinette had never seen a more beautiful woman who would honestly make a great model for her line. That skin tone.

Dick rises, giving the woman a chaste kiss before settling his arm around her waist. “Marinette I would like you to meet my wife, Kori”

“Nice to meet you” Marineete once again extends her hand but Kori pulls her into a hug, Marinette laughs.

“Oh I’m so excited to have you join the family”

“I can’t wait to get to know everybody”

"Mom, I'm hungry can we please eat now? Mar’i is pouting, both kwami sitting contently on her shoulders.

"Of course my little bumgorf." The women decide to move to the dining room, the men following behind. Jason claps Damian on the back, pulling him into a hug.

“Sorry for not trusting you. Marinette is quite the woman and you are very lucky.” Before Damian can respond, he moves ahead, cheeks flushed the slightest.

“Wow, she can get Jason to apologize willingly” Dick laughs, before following after Jason, “Jay! Come back here” Father and son are left alone in the hall, both slowing their pace the slightest.

“I was unaware things were this serious”

“She accepted everything about me”

“Everything?”

“She forgave me for my past actions,” Damian hesitates for a moment, but decides to push forward, “She said she loves me no matter what”

“That is a very special trait to have” with that Bruce leaves, but not before gripping his youngest son's shoulder, the fatherly pride at his growth, both emotionally and physically. He is a fine young man. He can feel the emotions welling up, and quickly makes his leave, not comfortable with the vulnerability he associates with 'mushy' love.

Damian smiles at his father's retreating figure and chuckles. Some things never change and he is thankful for that. Dinner goes smoothly for the rest of the night, Stephanie making up with the members of the room, the Kwamii introduced and questions answered. Dinner finished and goodbyes exchanged, Marinette promising to visit Kor’i and Mar’i soon. Damian and Marionette find themselves sitting in the car, each processing the night. Marionette seemed content with the outcome of the night humming softly to herself. The moon was still yellow and low in the sky, signifying the night had only begun.

“So you gonna tell me what you talked to my brothers about?”

“You.”

“What about me?”

“How sometimes the relationship is more important than the choices the other person makes.” Damian does respond right away after that, eyes narrowed in thought.

“How did they take that?”

“Very well I think, but change doesn’t happen overnight so I’m sure their first reaction will be an overprotective one for awhile, so please be patient”

“As long as I have you here to help me, I know I can change too” Marinette sighs happily at that, returning to watching the passing scenery out the window. Marinette watches in fascination as they approach the Wayne Tower in the middle of the city, entering the underground parking garage. Damian pulls into the secret entrance, parking the car in the large makeshift HQ.

“Wow this is so cool. How does no one know that this is here?”

“We are very careful,” Bruce enters from a side room, already dressed for the night ahead. “Damian why did you bring Marinette here?” Bruce was already fond of his daughter-in-law to be and didn’t want her too close to the vigilante life.

“I’m going out with you guys” She casually answers while exploring the area, looking at anything and everything.

“What?” Jason and Tim say at the same time. One sounds incredulous while the other doesn’t seem too surprised.

“I haven’t been out in so long, I can’t wait” She ignores the mens bewildered stares, looking towards the elevator. “Does that go all the way to the top?”

“Yes, I’ll take you as soon as I’m ready.”

“Ok” She patiently waits for her love, continuing to examine the central computer station. “Look at this girls, isn’t this amazing. Imagine if we upgraded the temple with this stuff.”

“It would increase our appearance of wealth I guess,” Kalkki sighs, trying to not appear pleased at the obvious wealth her supreme has found herself in.

“Come Habibti, we won't have all night,” Damian enters again in uniform this time. He wore a simple red and black ensemble, the trim of his cape and belt a muted yellow. His uniform differed from the other Robins with it being a tunic instead of a jumpsuit. His cape also had a hood and easy access to the sword on his lower back.

Marinete giggled all the way up to the top, Damian sending her questioning looks, which only made her laugh harder. Jason and Tim had decided to ride with them, curious as to why Marinette wanted to go to the roof. Exiting outside, Marinette takes a deep breath, enjoying the cityscape against the rising moon. With a quick flick of her fingers, she is engulfed in a deep red light.

Damian admires her new look unabashedly. She wore what looked like a sleeveless tunic that went to her knees over a fully black bodysuit. Her tunic was red with black spots, trimmed in yellow with matching yellow tinted goggles. Her hair was hidden by the hood of her tunic and she had beautiful translucent wings at her back.

“We match” She giggles again, dancing over to him on the tip of her toes.

“At least I’ll know you’re mine” He caresses her face, hand trembling the slightest. Marinette can’t help but find the feel of his glove uncomfortable, clearly it was meant for grip, but she stayed still, letting Damian calm himself before they went out for the night.

“Now please don’t be mad at me love, but I haven’t done this in so long” She starts after Damian had had his moment, slowly backing away before taking a full run off the side of the tower. The boys gasp in fear, while Damian takes a deep breath through his nose. She can’t die, she can’t die. She can’t die. The mantra plays heavily in his head when he marches over the side, ready to chase after her. He watches as she free falls, her laugh ringing out through the city, possibly unnerving for the native. But to hear the joy she has behind it, he hopes everyone else is infected by it too.

Marinette enjoys the feel of the wind around her, the hold gravity has over her stomach. She laughs at the feeling of adrenaline once again in a long time. Man she missed this. Finally she releases her wings, taking off through the Gotham air, dancing between buildings and gargoyles.

She can feel him coming up behind her and slows herself enough for him to grab her, enjoying the sensation of being in her love's arms while swinging through the air. They touch down on a darkened rooftop, Each catching their breath.

“You didn’t tell me you were a thrill seeker” He doesn’t sound mad, just reserved to the fact this this would be his life now. The worry and fear for her safety would never go away. But all in all, if it meant her joy and laughter, he would endure.

“I haven’t free fell in so long, that was amazing!” She is still catching her breath, and still in his arms. As they both level out their breathing, they get lost in the other's gaze.

“I love you Habibti,” Damian leans down to her, resting his forehead against her own, chuckling at the small antenna in the edge of her hair line. “I love you my little bug”

“And I love you my gorgeous Robin” She rises up to meet his lips, finding her home with him, and content with her choices. Ready to take on the world with him by her side. Partners in everything for the rest of their lives. Till death do they part.

#daminette #maridami #maribat #marinette dupain cheng #damian wayne

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Meeting and Dating Don Dawson

(Not my gif)(requested by anonymous)

- Don and you first meet when you’re walking through the halls during class time to go deliver something for your teacher. He was ditching class with a friend when the two of you “bumped into each other” and by that I mean you passed them while they leaned against a group of lockers.

- He does a doubletake when you walk past him for the first time. He isn’t shy about his leering either, he full on turns toward you and stares. After he’s gotten a good look, he turns toward his friend, waggles his eyebrows, and tails it after you.

- It kind of spooks you a little when he comes up beside you with an enthusiastic “how ya doin!” but you smile awkwardly and greet him back. He tries to chat you up while you walk back to class; he’s kind of cute so you don’t exactly mind.

- You pause outside of your class to talk a little more but your teacher cuts your conversation short with a teasing comment to you and a cocked brow to Don. He in response starts to flirt with your teacher, earning himself a smile and giggle from you. He winks at you one last time before he disappears back into the hallway and your teacher closes the door.

- He catches you when you’re walking to your car after school and propositions you in his usual fashion. You say “yeah, no thanks” and get in your car, leaving him in the dust. It was at that moment, watching your car disappear down the road, that he decides he has to have you.

- You thought the ordeal was kind of funny so you aren’t too bothered when he approaches you while you’re out with some friends. The two of you just so happened to go to the same place with your individual friend groups. He doesnt proposition you this time, thankfully.

- Now Don, at first, just thought you were hot and was trying to shoot his shot and to weasel his way into your pants. But as he’s talking to you he realizes that he really likes you, like you’re fun to talk to and you’re really interesting. He starts to feel this connection with you that he’s never really had with anyone else.

- Even though he doesn’t want to “admit it” he forms a little crush on you. He starts to talk to and hang out with you more; making it kind of obvious that he likes you with his flirting and innuendos. And you like it, him and the attention, so when he says “Hey why don’t we go grab a bite to eat sometime.” You tell him to “name a date and you’ll be there.”

- It takes him only a few seconds to respond.

- For your first date he gets a few beers and sodas and takes you out to a field where you sit in the bed of his truck and stargaze. He goes to kiss you once or twice but you don’t let him, you know how he is with girls and want to test him a little before you give in. Either way everything goes well and you agree to go out with him again.

- Although he accepts your refusal he probably still complains to the guys that you aren’t letting him “do anything”. But your refusal is more entertaining rather than anything else, he likes you as more than a lay so it doesn’t bother too much. He’s more determined and excited than annoyed.

- For your third date you’d gone to a concert together and the two of you had your first kiss as the band played. Definitely a very memorable experience and one you’re glad to remember. After your first kiss he knew for sure that you were the one.

- For the most part you have a very playful relationship.

- A lot of nicknames although most of the time he’s joking when he uses them. Like he’ll say a bunch of them in a row to get your attention or when he’s smothering you in affection.

- A few genuine ones still slip out sometimes.

- He kind of just lets you do whatever you want to him. Put his hair in pigtails, put make up on him, do his nails, crawl all over him, climb him like a monkey, anything you want as long as the evidence can be erased or go unnoticed.

- He loves affection and touching you and all that but he isn’t all that into pda. He likes the joking, quick funny stuff but keeps most of what he does behind closed doors unless you’re hanging around some of his good friends who also have their girlfriends there.

- He likes to lay his head in your lap and have you play with his hair.

- Lots of hugs.

- Piggyback rides.

- Double dates with Simone and Pink.

- Matching overalls.

- You’ve probably put flowers in the pocket of his overalls and he secretly finds it so precious. You’ve definitely snuck little notes in them without him knowing and when he finds them he can’t help but smile.

- Smacking his arm and giving him looks to get him to behave, you try your best to keep him out of trouble even though he makes it pretty difficult.

- He watches you a lot, especially whenever you walk away...he likes the view.

- He’s usually pretty animated and goofy, its kind of just how he is so you get to observe all of his adorable and funny quirks.

- You’re nearly always smiling or laughing when you’re with him.

- Playful flirting.

- Him trying to jokingly yet not so jokingly proposition you.

- Lewd jokes, he laughs hysterically whenever you grimace at them.

- Going to his football games and cheering him on.

- Meeting him after football practice and kissing behind the bleachers.

- Hanging out in the back of pickup trucks.

- Dawson’s kinda cool with everyone so he has a lot of friends around the school and subsequently everyones pretty friendly to you. All your friends probably like him.

- Going to parties with him and getting invited to others just for being his girlfriend.

- He always has a beer ready for you or shares his own with you, if you’re into that sort of thing.

- Going on little adventures with him.

- Hes pretty much down to do whatever you have in mind.

- Concert dates.

- He’ll play tackle/pounce on you and start kissing all over your neck and face; he’s pretty fond of that move.

- Secret handshakes.

- He’s a good listener, he likes hearing about what’s new in your life and things that you’ve done recently.

- He hates seeing you upset; he’s not very good at comforting you but he tries to get you to forget about whatever’s bugging you.

- Play wrestling.

- If you mention wanting something he’d 100% go out and grab it for you.

- He’s got major big brother vibes, do with that what you will.

- He gets involved in a lot of crazy shit so be prepared for some killer stories. He thinks its cute when you look worried for him.

- Constant compliments.

“Looking good.”

- Making fun of each other.

- Play arguing and punching.

- Tricking you into doing something suggestive; mostly when you’re alone, he doesnt want to completely embarrass you...or give his friends a free show.

- He admits he’s an asshole so be prepared. Although to be fair a lot of his asshole behavior is just a front. He’s actually really sweet once you get to know him, especially when you’re his girl/he likes you.

- He does think its kind of funny when you get mad at him...well it depends on how mad you get and how mad you stay. If you grumpily trudge off, rolling your eyes at him in front of his friends then he’ll probably laugh and joke with them.

- A lot of “oh come on babe it was just a joke!”

- It isn’t until you really stay mad that he no longer finds it as funny. He doesn’t like fighting with you but you always inevitably do. In a fight you’ll argue for a while before he tries to just end it as painlessly as possible. At that point he isnt even really sorry nor does he think you’ve settled things, he just doesnt want to fight anymore.

“Okay, okay,okay, alright, so-”.

- Sometimes his attempts to calm things really just backfire for him, like if you feel like he isn’t really listening and just trying to brush you off. It really depends on what you’d fight with him about.

- When you’re holding a grudge he’ll make jokes and bets with his friends, condescendingly saying how you “think you’re mad at him”. He says it himself: he’s an asshole. Although in these moments a lot of his asshole behavior is just him being spiteful because he’s hurt that you won’t talk to him.

- He does know how to apologize when he’s done something wrong or upset you. Like I said he’s usually really sweet even if he doesn’t act like it sometimes. It’s the reason you can come to forgive him especially during the “trial” part of your relationship (up next).

- He flirts too much, thats always been his problem, that and he’s sort of a hypocrite about it; he thinks he can flirt with other girls but you arent allowed to flirt with other guys. He doesn’t understand the injustice but after your first really big fight and subsequent breakup; most likely where he sees you go out with another guy, he finally learns his lesson.

- He’s a pretty coolheaded guy but he definitely doesn’t like people flirting with or having a thing for you even if he’s a playboy and would usually partake in the locker room talk with them. When you came along he was kind of like “Well I’ve finally settled down and I like this one a lot so back off.”.

- He gets a lot of girls coming after him so you’ll probably get a little jealous every now and again. He tries to assure you as best as he can that he isn’t interested in them.

- He’s a football player so there’s at least a little pent up aggression in him. He’s ready to bust a lip to get a guy off your back or stop him from trying to get with you.

- He wants that nuclear family type of future, with a nice house, picket fence, and son to play catch with in the yard. He never thought he’d imagine a future with a girl before but here he is, and he... kinda likes it.

- He’s definitely dropped a “Mrs. Dawson” on you after you teasingly called him Mr. Dawson. You’d just been trying to mess with him but then he had to go and make you all flustered and giddy.

- Dawson will probably go to college on a football scholarship. Before you came along he was planning on screwing a lot of chicks but now thinks “I’d be pissed if she screwed a guy while I was gone” and stops the temptation where it starts. He comes a long way during your relationship.

- I can see him proposing to you after he gets out of college and settles down with a nice job. He’d make a personal kind of special occasion out of the proposal, something that involves a sentimental part of your relationship.

#90s movie headcanons #90s imagine #dazed and confused x reader #dazed and confused imagine #dazed and confused headcanon #dazed and confused headcanons #dazed and confused #don dawson imagine #don dawson #don dawson headcanons #don dawson headcanon

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Breathe in the Salt - Chapter 16

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Beta read as always is @thesnadger!

A week sure flies by.

Martin gets some of his thoughts sorted.

Nothing happened.

The sky was unchanged in every way but for the time that had passed. They had bid Evan a good night (“Oh, right, it’s evening now? Should probably give you some idea about time when we talk.”), and Martin stood at the front entrance to stare through the small window. It was grey and downright gloomy out there. Nothing new.

“D’you think Simon and that woman just wanted to mess with me?” Martin said. “Like, say some spooky stuff to make sure I stay quiet about the whole thing?”

“It’s possible,” Jon said, exhaustion clear in his voice. “But there’s still a sky, which is good news, I suppose.”

“And not everything is sky,” Sasha added helpfully. “That seems more Simon’s speed than getting rid of it.”

Tim stretched his arms above his head. “Either way, keep an eye out for a warning text before we all become professional skydivers.”

“At least I’ll have a job lined up?” He wanted to muster up some more concern but after a day of waiting the suspense had run out. If something was going to happen, there was nothing he could do. “Well, goodnight. And don’t stay here too late! You all won’t make it another day without getting proper sleep.”

His eye landed on Jon, who huffed a little. “Yes, yes, we’ll all get a proper rest. Unlike the others I don’t do coffee. Though, let me walk you out. I’d like to get another look at the sky.”

It wasn’t the smoothest transition to accompanying Martin outside, but lack of sleep didn’t make for good excuses. Martin nodded and walked out with Jon in tow.

Once outside, Jon folded his hands together and seemed to consider something. “I think I’m a bit of a broken record at this point, but I wanted to apologize for earlier. I had become concerned about the lack of response from Elias and wanted to get it all back to him before too long.”

Martin looked at him carefully. “So… you think it’ll be enough?”

“Yes. It might even be overkill, but now that I’ve promised multiple people to help fix things, it’s better to be safe than sorry.” Jon let his hands fall to his sides. “The apology still stands, though.”

“Well, with you staying longer I’m sure I’ll find a way to even out the apologies between us. There are always papers to scatter.” Martin smiled sheepishly and adjusted the bag hanging from his shoulder. “But it would be nice if you didn’t have something to apologize for in the first place.”

“Yes, I recognize that.” Jon rubbed his arm. “I’m trying. I hope that much is clear.”

Martin sighed, the final piece of irritation drifting away. “Yeah, I know. I do accept it, the apology. But maybe try to go without needing to? For like a day?”

Straightening, Jon nodded. “I can do that. Or try, at least.”

“That’s all I ask.” All of that out of the way, Martin relaxed. “I guess I’ll be going. Big day tomorrow, right?”

“Yes, it will be.”Jon stood there as if about to say something else, stopping himself several times. Finally, in earnest, he said, “I’ll… I’ll do as much as I can, to help.”

“See you tomorrow, then.”

As Martin walked away, he glanced back and saw that Jon had remained on the front steps, turning his gaze upward with a frown. If this had been a trick, Martin thought, it had done its job quite nicely. He almost regretted bringing it up to the others. They all shouldn’t have had to worry about nothing.

No, that wouldn’t have worked. One of them would’ve picked up on it. Sasha probably, though with that kind of intuition she also should’ve known better than to keep Naomi’s warning a secret from him.

But she apologized, and had only wanted to help. And she had been right about the results. There was no arguing that. It didn’t make it less upsetting, but putting it behind him wouldn’t be difficult. They were all going to be around each other, after all. Martin wanted to enjoy that.

He passed the place where he’d fallen. There was no sign of the event of course, no crack in the street or mark of a skull hitting concrete. No one had been there to witness it, either.

The sky was getting darker still, the street filling more and more with chill and emptiness. Ahead was the wooded cliffside that split his home away from the rest of town, and Martin dearly wished he had someone to walk home with.

The TV was on when he returned home. He slid off his jacket and damp boots by the door and stayed there in his wool socks. There was a numbness to his knees, a soreness to his throat that he couldn’t swallow away. It was getting colder outside, and the sea air always got worse as the year crept closer to winter.

Tea would fix it, once Mum was off to bed.

A sore throat meant talking less, which is what she preferred anyway. He nodded to her once in her chair, then went into dinner preparations. Something warm, something hearty, and something simple. He grabbed the container of beef stew and a cylinder of dinner roll dough from the fridge. Simple and, even better, fast.

Before long there were steaming bowls of meat and vegetables on the table with rolls for dipping. He thanked his past self for thinking ahead as he and his mother ate in silence.

She said nothing, did nothing but her usual routine. There was no going outside with the intense chill that had settled onto the beach. Instead, she went straight to bed without a word spoken.

A tingling in his throat kept him from uttering a single goodnight. He turned out her lamp and closed her door, returning to the kitchen to wash the dishes and make himself some tea with honey. While waiting for the water to boil, he checked his phone and saw a text from earlier.

Tim: got home alright?

Martin: sorry. yeah i made it fine

He hoped his response hadn’t come too late to be worrisome, but Tim responded rather quickly.

Tim: gotcha. no tumbles?

Martin: no nothing

Tim: good. ill let the others know

Tim: so i guess tomorrow is gonna be interesting. its a bit weird to get a project really started on a friday but i was thinking we could all get food afterwards tomorrow, maybe get some drinks

Tim: usually jon skips out on that sort of thing but on trips its easier to get him since he hates making food choices in new places

Tim: you in?

Martin’s thumbs twitched over the phone keyboard. When was the last time he bothered sitting in a restaurant instead of getting takeout? Or went to a bar?

He would have to get his mother settled in with dinner and everything. Her usual bedtime was early, but they were late workers so maybe it would be fine? Would it be fine? Would he be fine?

Shit, he needed to respond.

Martin: sure that would be nice. what time?

Tim: probably later evening, since we’ll be settling work stuff. thinkin 8 or 9 if that works

Martin: yeah that’s perfect actually

Tim: great, see you bright and early! 👍

Martin: have a good night!

Slumping against the counter, Martin looked over the short conversation a few times (perhaps more than a few) and then pocketed his phone.

This was fine. It was getting some food with some people. He would be fine.

The kettle whistled and he nearly jumped out of his skin. Tea, he was making tea for himself. So he did, adding honey and milk to his liking. It was too sweet for his mother or anyone else he knew, but this was for him.

He took the steaming mug in both hands and looked out the window. The sky was still there, as were the beach and crashing waves though he could barely see them. His house still stood around him with the lights on and heat running.

Savings were something he’d finally managed to have in the recent months after years of low-wage customer service positions. He and his mother could survive without income for a little while. Getting through the whole of winter would be a stretch, but his spending habits were fairly restrained and his mother’s medication would still be covered. In the meantime there were other avenues for making money, so this job wasn’t the end-all-be-all.

God, it had been nice though. Martin would hold onto the pay for as long as he could during the whole saving-Evan process, but after that he would have a lot to figure out.

Draining the rest of his mug, he rinsed it out and set it into the sink. The tea had done its job in soothing his throat. The extra warmth in his hands was a blessing as well. He wondered if Jon would be keeping warm at all, though he suspected the truth would be disappointing.

No matter. If the others were working there a while longer Jon would have to adjust to the weather eventually, or else deal with Martin pushing hot mugs of tea into his hands until he learned. Maybe he’d toss in a scarf to complete the set.

With one last glance out the kitchen window, he walked out into the hall and up the stairs, turning off each light as he went. Once in his room, Martin slipped into his pyjamas and reached into the drawer of his bedside table. His poetry notebook had gone ignored for several days, and that needed rectifying.

Where would he even start? The last page he’d written seemed like it was from years before, not a week. Now he had a whole swirl of worries about the future he hadn’t had to deal with since he was in school. Worries and fears and-

And a silly, one-sided thing that while completely hopeless was a nice thing to feel all the same. So just like school, except he had people to meet on a Friday night.

Looking out his window a final time, Martin sat in his bed, bent over his notebook, and began to write. It was clunky at first, the words getting stuck somewhere in his pen or his throat. Part of his mind kept drifting to his mobile on the bedside table, wondering if Tim was still available to talk a bit more about the day ahead. Tiny things to fill a text log, like food options or how Martin would meet up with them. For a moment he even considered asking Tim for Jon and Sasha’s numbers, in case of emergencies.

Better to have that conversation in person, he thought, pulling his attention back to the page. Soon after he was writing short couplets at a quick pace, scraps of rhyme and feeling, until he checked his phone and found an hour had passed. Sleep, he thought. He needed sleep.

It was almost disappointing to have the writing go by so quickly, but there was no helping it. The poetry notebook was placed neatly into its drawer, his glasses were set onto the table, and Martin, wrapped in a thick blanket, stared out into the night until his eyes were too heavy to hold open.

It wasn’t his alarm that woke him the next morning but his ringtone. When he checked the screen, he found notifications for several missed calls from Tim and hurried to answer.

“Tim? What’s-”

One by one, files and folders were packed into car trunks.

He’d wasted no time in getting there, booking it all the way across town, but when he arrived Martin could say nothing at all. Standing near the stairs, he could only watch as the three researchers marched out of the lighthouse with their work things.

Sasha kept the most calm of the three, nodding at Martin as she walked past him. Her fingers tapped furiously on the side of a box, nails making dents in the cardboard.

Something between misery and confusion pulled at Tim’s mouth. More than once Martin worried he would keel over with nausea, but he stayed upright as if out of spite. He met Martin’s eyes a couple of times with a friendly smile, but it never stuck for long.

Jon was stone faced, though his jaw kept clenching and unclenching. He had only looked at Martin once, keeping that neutral expression to the best of his ability but unable to mask his frustration. Whatever he wanted to say, it wouldn’t be said there.

Behind Martin, Peter Lukas stood with his hand gripping the railing, equal measures tired and irritated and making no attempt to hide how much he didn’t want to be there. No, none of them would be saying anything except their goodbyes.

“Thanks for having us,” Tim said, shaking Martin’s hand. “I’m sure you’ll be happy to have a quiet workplace again.”

“Right. Have a safe trip.” It was the easiest thing for Martin to say, his mind not yet caught up.

Tim backed away to join the others who simply waved or nodded their goodbyes. Something in Martin’s chest twisted

“Yes, I’m sure you’ve seen now that it’s a poor environment for multiple employees. The acoustics make it unbearable.” Peter smiled something empty. “Tell Elias I will be unavailable for communication for the next few weeks, at the least.”

Jon opened the door to his rental car and said, voice dripping with acid, “I’m sure we’ll speak with him very soon.”

“Perfect. Well, you’d best be going. Wouldn’t want to keep your workplace understaffed any longer.” With that, Peter glanced at Martin and jerked his chin to the front entrance before walking inside.

As Peter disappeared from sight, Sasha’s calm face twisted into furious determination. She nodded at Martin again, then stepped into the driver’s side of the rental and closed the door behind her. Tim sighed, holding up his phone and mouthing “later” before entering the passenger’s side.

Jon gave Martin a familiar look before slipping into his own car. Both vehicles left the lot, vanishing into the fog.

“What did I tell you? Academics,” Peter said, picking some lint off his sleeve. “Now, before I go, there are just a few things.”

It took all of Martin’s will not to drag his feet on the way to his desk. The folded table was gone, but dirty footprints littered his newly-mopped floor from where it had been. He focused on the different shoe sizes and shapes in the mud and slush.

"They certainly made a mess of the place, didn't they? You'll have to redo this floor, of course. The upstairs can wait until next week. Just keep to the usual schedule there."

His desk was still littered with papers he’d pushed aside before his nap the day before.

"You've fallen behind on paperwork as well. Understandable with all the blustering from those three, I really can’t imagine. Ah, well, it's nothing a few extra hours on the weekend won't take care of."

Martin dropped in the chair he’d sat in for months, overlooked by that crest and its ridiculous seal, eyes dead and glassy.

"Oh, and I’ve made some changes to your workload. It's all written down here.” Peter placed a piece of paper on the desk. “Pretty straightforward. I don't imagine that any of it will be a problem for you."

With a dull nod, Martin dragged the page toward himself without looking at it. An updated part of his work contract. More things for him to accomplish that weekend most likely, as if it was all a punishment.

Peter breathed in sharply through his nose and clapped his hands together, looking much more refreshed. “I did miss the sound of this place. I have other business, of course, so I’ll leave you to it, hm?”

Not waiting for a response, Peter strode away and out of the building with a decisive click of the door. Martin was left to himself in that wide, empty space, spending five, ten, fifteen minutes just staring at nothing.

Stupid. If their boss had meant for them to stay longer, they wouldn’t have gone through more extensive measures the day before. They should’ve known better than to make plans that were never going to happen.

Or he had just been so clearly desperate for help that they played it cool until it was time to get out.

No, that wasn’t fair (though he wasn’t ruling it out entirely). Tim’s invitation the night before would’ve just been cruel if that were the case, and Tim didn’t seem like the type to pull something so mean. And none of them seemed happy about Elias’ decision, especially with all of the work they’d put in. Sasha certainly wasn’t close to dropping anything.

And Jon had made a promise, even if he had a hard time keeping them.

Eventually, Martin looked down at the page in front of him.

Up and around he ran, panic and dizziness squeezing at his skull and threatening to pull him backward off his feet.

Stumbling into the upmost level of the lighthouse, Martin whispered through haggard breaths, “No, no, no, no-”

He hurried across the room, placing a hand on the dial and giving it a twist. “Evan? Evan, can you hear me?”

He waited for familiar voices with no success. Again, “Evan? It’s me, Martin. Peter left already, so just say something.”

A perfectly ordinary silence washed over him. He sank to the floor, his hand still brushing against the dial as if it made a difference. From his other hand fell a brand new set of panel instructions. An extra note was left at the bottom, something about the importance of proper lighthouse management to landbound ships.

Through the windows morning continued to break over the ocean, familiar cliffs just visible through the fog down below.

#tma #the magnus archives #breathe in the salt #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #sasha james #timothy stoker #peter lukas #jonmartin #fanfic #au fanfic #selkie au

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RP Meme from "Chapter Two: Nine Tribes" in the Bastet breedbook from "Werewolf: The Apocalypse" Part Two of Two

I am darkness and light, the shadow hunter and king of the sun.

My claws hold the earth, my tongue tastes the sky.

I am steadfast and strong, compassionate and caring.

They’re solid, dependable, smart and strong.

Their weaknesses, such as they are, come from being too trusting or too sure of themselves.

And who would deny a tiger’s friendship?

They made too many of the wrong kind of enemies.

Time, however, showed what wonders the people offered.

A warrior’s rage is his curse.

Human hunters killed them in such numbers that the great cats themselves court extinction.

In the last two centuries, many of them have gone west, or have sired European children.

Those who court the darkness must die.

No king is so mighty, no priest so holy, no virgin so pure at heart that their blood would not freeze before the face of a tiger.

I am the battler of dragons, the son of the dawn.

Look upon me and tremble.

Before me, you are as nothing.

There has to be a trick, and I would like to know what it is.

I feel sorry for them — we have much in common.

I would gladly smash them into pulp, but their blood would burn my hands.

Dead and buried. Let them lie.

Perhaps some day they will find what it is they seek. Until

then, I wish them well.

I am not as ignorant as I might seem, nor do clever words make a clever mind.

Bloody claws and a bloody crown are your legacies, false kings.

But he liked humans, and there were some he especially liked.

It was always the humans who made dumb mistakes.

They sneaked around and watched, all quiet and silent.

They thought they were the only tricky ones.

This is always their undoing.

That is one story. There are others.

There are many stories. Each person will tell you a different one, and each story will be the truth.

We are what we are.

You do not need to ask why.

Race was not to be an obstacle.

Any trail he shares will be a short one.

The elements are his kin. The road is his home.

Any trip overseas is bound to be a short one.

No whiners are accepted.

They have no great love for magic, and consider those who follow it to be dangerous.

Immerse him in its toxins and he will quickly perish.

No horse will bear him, no dog will follow him.

If you didn’t talk so much, you might hear a great deal more.

Good Folk. Talk too much, though.

They’re our brothers, and we fought the same war. They’re still fightin’, and I wish ‘em luck.

Don’t like ‘em. Not at all.

Are they dead? Nothing is dead. Not forever.

If you meet one, walk away but don’t ever turn your back.

Rotten bastards.

I’ve never been close enough to one to form an opinion about ‘em.

Trouble was, snow was all around.

It’s also a hungry sight, always searching for new things, spying out secrets.

It’s no wonder they live alone!

A person or animal in need will be sheltered and fed for months at a time if necessary.

Guests will be asked endless questions which seem to make no sense, will be given equally nonsensical answers to their own queries, and have to endure long periods of empty silence.

Clever people are valued companions, while dolts who must be spoon-fed are quickly driven out the door.

Sooner or later, a guest moves on, if only out of sheer frustration.

There’s wisdom in a hawk’s cry and serenity in moose turds

Animals, at least, are more honest than people.

Confront her with their names and faces, and she will be confused for days.

If I were to change my face, would it alter what I am? Appearances are deceiving, my brother; the heart sees better than the eyes.

Your future is shattered glass.

Fishes die. They float for a while, then sink and decay. Then they are eaten by little fishes. There’s a lesson in this if you care to look.

Dreams never die.

Like attracts like.

A hero does not need a parade, only a blanket and silence.

What? You claim you’ve heard this one? Well, that’s nice. However, if you interrupt me while I’m speaking again, I’ll tear your throat out.

Everyone knew his place, and our place was at the top of the heap.

So we were installed as rulers of our kind, though not without some grumblings.

We told them; If you’re better kings than we are, come and take the crown. To their credit, they tried.

Listen to the consequences of that error.

Such an auspicious occasion, and yet we were not invited.

We would not have old quarrels prevent us from our duty.

From this we learned the bitter lessons.

We learned that it is as much their failures as our strength that gives us the right to rule, and we can trust nothing but that strength.

We do not permit interlopers, for who has proved himself trustworthy?

All things have a place and an order and rebels must be reminded of this fact.

Things are simply out of order.

Warfare is the sport of kings.

Their purposes have been forgotten in their shame.

Many kings came and went.

He’s a monster, of course, but a successful monster

Few make the mistake twice.

Sultans and kings have always canceled each other out before.

To defeat a lion, steal his roar.

Survival, after all, comes through strength.

I like their style, but they’re far too refined to be true leaders.

How amusing. If it could speak well, I might adopt it.

I pity these wretched would-be sorcerers.

They claim they want our throne. Well, my boy, feel free to take it. If you can.

Pathetic. And dead. Too bad.

Self-important and obtuse, but too strong to be allowed to live.

Survival takes strength, child, and I cannot see yours.

Cowards, every one.

This world is but one of many. I have walked the secret worlds, and soon you will, too.

Once, all worlds were one world.

Many animals suffered as well as the jungles grew brown and dry.

Why do the spirits die?

There’s much good eating to be had.

All around, people ran in fear.

I am fast, but not as strong as they.

If my brothers and sisters perish, what chance do I have?

Be still, and do not fight

You are too fleet and nervous

You must learn patience and observation.

Traitor!

Fear them, child, and watch behind you.

Your speed is the one thing upon which you can depend.

To them, everyone in the world is corrupt or getting that way

The lesson, driven home by a year of dark tales and a lifetime alone, is that the world is going to hell, and that it has been for some time.

Wisdom is not poisoned by the eyes or ears, but by the heart.

Their extreme xenophobia makes settling anywhere difficult.

The world is hostile, so avoid it when you can.

Mix it into his drink, and he will dance and laugh for days.

Are you blind? How can you see the world around you and not insist that we’re living in the final days?

Their cultured speech hides keen, conniving minds.

I like their words, but do not trust their hearts.

Dead and gone, like so many of their dreams.

I want to trust them. Really. They would make fine friends, I think. Perhaps I’ll speak to one someday.

Them, I would call friend. Too bad they are so scarce.

Someday we must fight them. I do not look forward to that day.

#rp meme #rp memes #rp starters #roleplay meme #roleplay memes #roleplay starters #bastet #werecats #werewolf the apocalypse #world of darkness #owod

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Whumptober day 23 - Good Omens

Day 23: Sleep Deprivation Fandom/setting: Good Omens - pre-Apocalypse, shortly after Crowley wakes up from the century he decided to snooze through Read on AO3 Read on FF.net

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The pain was more than he could stand, a coursing, biting, stinging, agonizing pain. Crowley slumped forward in the chair he was bound to, wrists tugging desperately at ropes that had been secured by a duke of Hell and therefore weren't going to come loose no matter how much he struggled. Blood dripped from a dozen different cuts across his face, chest, and limbs... he'd lost so much of it already, it was a wonder his body didn't discorporate...

A dagger flashed, taking another slice out of his cheek. Crowley cried out with pain and it was too much, it was all too much, the relentless torment. As the blood flowed, his vision started going grey at the edges, then darker grey, then black... Somewhere in the distance, a nasty voice was saying nasty things, but Crowley lost all sense of it as he dipped at last into blessed, merciful, beautiful unconsciousness.

ZAP!

Crowley heard himself screaming as the electric current tore through every muscle in his body, the heat burning his throat where the collar made contact with skin. Jolted back awake, he straightened in the chair and panted, trying to breathe through the sobs.

"Ah-ah," Hastur said, crouching down in front of Crowley and patting his cheek. "Best stay awake if you don't want that to happen again." He grinned, though, jagged teeth showing that he very much wanted that to happen again.

Crowley trembled as the electric current slowly dissipated, then looked up at his tormentor.

"Come on, fellas," he wheezed plaintively, watching Hastur stand and start to stalk around him, while Ligur lounged nearby with a grin. "I got it, okay? I learned my lesson, we- we don't have to keep doing this-"

"Beelzebub thinks otherwise," Ligur reminded him. "Hastur and I got the whole year off just to keep this up and make sure the lesson sinks in. It's only been... what's it been, Hastur?"

"A week," Hastur replied. The toad on top of his head croaked delightedly. "So get used to pain for a while, Crowley. You got fifty-one more to go."

"Can't- can't we talk about this? I swear I'll do better-"

"A century, Crowley. A century of temptations and spreading evil and potential souls for our side, gone to waste."

Crowley leaned away from the dagger hovering over one of his snake eyes, still shaking. "I already said I was sorry-"

"You're here to do a job, not sleep."

"I told you, I was recovering, my angel nemesis had-"

"You got a boo-boo and decided to have a nice lie-in? For a hundred years? And thought that was going to go over well?" Hastur tsk-ed. "And you claim to be so clever. Well, you had your nice little century long nap, so do you know what you'll be doing for the next century?" Hastur pressed the dagger into Crowley's cheek, letting the snake demon's blood drip down the blade as he flashed his teeth again. "Not sleeping."

"Your new little collar will see to that," Ligur tittered. "Every time you fall asleep..." He punched a fist into his palm. "Zap!"

"For a hundred years." Hastur pulled the dagger away, then plunged it hilt-deep into Crowley's abdomen.

Crowley had spent the first two days trying not to give them any satisfaction, but that had quickly gone out the window under Hastur's skillful hands: he threw his head back and screamed. This, of course, only ignited the bloodlust in Hastur's eyes. The toad croaked again as Hastur withdrew the dagger and then stabbed it in once more several inches away. Crowley choked on blood, feeling the hot liquid dribbling from his mouth. The edges of his vision were going dark again, the pain too much to tolerate even as he frantically tried to stay awake to avoid the jolt of electricity that would be following soon.

He couldn't stop... he was slipping...

...

ZAP!

Crowley screamed again and sobbed, writhing in his chair as he rode through yet another wave of the electricity. A year of this?! Hastur wasn't going to get bored and leave him alone, Crowley was really going to spend the entire year tied to this chair in unending torment. They'd already warned him they had pre-filed the paperwork to fast-track his recorporation in case he died, which meant there was no mercy coming. Hot tears slid down Crowley's face, hating that it had only taken a week for them to break him of any pride.

"Let's start again," Hastur beamed. "Ligur, you want a turn?"

Crowley shrank back as much as he could in the chair, but of course he was helpless...

The door to the shack burst in suddenly, blown off its hinges. Crowley had just enough time to see a blinding ring of heavenly light, his befuddled mind whispering "angel", before a concussive whomp knocked him senseless.

...ZAP!

Crowley shrieked as the electric current ran right over the pathways it had just burned through his muscles before he'd had the slightest chance to heal, only multiplying the pain. He writhed and shook, his own body no longer under his control, while somewhere beside him he heard a horrified, frantic voice calling his name. Then he was pitching forward, wrists free of their bonds, straight into something soft and sturdy.

"Crowley, oh Crowley, my poor boy, what in Heaven's name have they done to you? What- what is that thing?"

Hands at his throat, ripping the shock collar off his neck, and Crowley trembled with relief.

"Angel," he whispered hoarsely. Weakly, he smiled up at his savior, meeting Aziraphale's stricken eyes. "Good timing..."

"Why are they hurting you?" the angel cried. "I haven't seen you in... must be a hundred years, at least..." He blanched, then gasped, "You haven't been here that whole time?"

Crowley shook his head in reassurance, rubbing his shredded wrists painfully. "Week," he murmured. "They- they weren't happy with me..." He looked around Aziraphale to see Hastur and Ligur unconscious on the floor. Pity they didn't have a demonic shock collar to wake them, he thought resentfully.

The angel rumbled with displeasure, then quietly offered, "Let me heal you."

He reached for Crowley, but the demon pulled away. "Best not," he said mournfully. "Be hard enough to find a convincing lie for Beelzebub what happened here... an angel bursts in and the one demon who's already down for the count is rescued and healed?"

Aziraphale slumped but nodded, then tensed. "I- I suppose I should... kill them," he said doubtfully. "I came investigating because of all the demonic energy coming from this place..."

As much as the idea genuinely appealed to Crowley, he shook his head with regret. "Can't do that, either," he decided. "Be even more suspicious, wouldn't it? That you killed two dukes but I escaped."

This did bring a conundrum, the more he thought about it. Even if he did "miraculously escape" the angel, he hadn't finished his punishment from Beelzebub. Crowley trembled with the idea of enduring the remainder of the year like this, and another 99 without the ability to sleep. He couldn't do it. But... Crowley's mind began to race as the beginnings of a plan came together. He looked up at Aziraphale and grimly smiled. ~*~

Aziraphale tried not to pace, but really his nerves were shot. Crowley had sworn he would come back up as soon as he'd checked in with Beelzebub, but until he did so, the angel had no way of knowing if Crowley's clever tongue was going to be enough this time. It sounded like he'd been in dreadful trouble, now he was walking straight back into Hell? Then again, what else could he do short of running away and being hunted forever? Aziraphale wrung his hands, already toying with the idea of how he might justify to Heaven that he simply had to go and rescue a demon from Hell...

The door opened and Aziraphale spun around, then nearly sagged with relief to see Crowley trudging in, clearly exhausted and still covered in horrible wounds, but still very much alive.

"It worked?" he asked anxiously, hurrying to meet his friend.

Crowley nodded, managing a smile. "Beelzebub bought it," he said with a shrug. "I just said that collar woke me up after you knocked us all out, and that you decided to brutally torture me for information-"

Aziraphale squeaked in dismay, even though he knew of course this had always been part of the plan, and that of course he hadn't actually done so. But, just, the thought...

Ignoring him, Crowley went on, "And I had to use all my wiles to trick you into believing false information, that Hastur and Ligur were considering turning traitor. So of course you spared their lives, not wanting to kill potential future informants."

"And Beelzebub believed that?" Aziraphale couldn't help but repeat incredulously.

Crowley shrugged. "S'not like Hastur or Ligur can dispute it, being unconscious for the whole thing and all. Told them you'd decided to let me go afterward as payment for the 'information', then I brought the dukes down to safety. Saved their miserable lives, I did. Two dukes, and I out-wiled a principality to boot. Beelzebub commuted the rest of my sentence for it."

Aziraphale shook his head, watching the snake demon with pure admiration. "I must say, you have quite the clever mind, my dear. Now then... I understand you can't be sleeping a whole century through again, but mightn't it be prudent to rest for a little while and let your body heal from that horrid Hastur? You... you can stay here at my place, if you like," he added, feeling a touch of heat on his cheeks. He hurried to add, "I mean, no demon is going to think of checking up on you here, especially now that I'm the, er... brutally torturing principality. You might even let me have a look at those wounds now?"

Crowley glanced down and raised a noncommittal shoulder. "Er... yeah, alright," he said. "Not sure I could even get back home, to be honest. So exhausted..."

"Then it's settled," Aziraphale decided decisively. "You make yourself at home, I'm going to put some water on to boil. You're safe here, Crowley."

The demon nodded, a wan smile crossing his face. "Erm... you know..."

He trailed off, but he didn't need to finish. Aziraphale smiled back, then hurried to fetch the water.

You're welcome, he silently replied.

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Host has power, more than anyone would think. He could manipulate reality. But how far could he take it? And what would his doctor do if he tried to manipulate him?

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Tags: Fear , exploring powers , Manipulation , Swearing , lots of swearing , Choking , suffocating , Suffering , Temporary Character Death , Killing , Major Illness , Fever , Madness , Insanity , Angst and Hurt/Comfort , Sleep , Nightmares , Cuddles Words: 3612

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He didn't feel well.

He was hiding in his room. It wasn't unusual, really. While he was usually in the doctor's clinic, he tended to hide in his room whenever the doctor became too much for him, and he just had to get away. Plus, he had collected every pillow and blanket he could from the mansion and gathered it in his room. He had a little pile of softness, and that was his favourite place to be, when he wasn't with Edward. Edward, rather than the doctor. Host had started to make a distinction between the two -Doctor Iplier was the mad one, the one who hurt him, and Edward was the “sane” one, the kind one, the one who genuinely cared about his well-being.

Host had gotten more used to his new powers. He was pretty good at the whole Seeing thing, as long as he kept narrating. And he was used to living a bit in the future now -always knowing what was going to happen a little bit before it was going to happen. And his visions... were still a mystery to him. They came unpredictably and randomly, sometimes so strong he was screaming and sobbing for an hour, sometimes as short as a minute, barely enough to make him gasp sharply. He didn't understand them, and he struggled with each one. Deciphering what they meant was nearly impossible for him; usually he was just guessing, trying to find some meaning for what he had seen. When they happened around the doctor, he had to try and explain what he's seen, even though he struggled to comprehend it all himself.

There was only one thing Host hadn't really explored yet. He knew there was something else he could do. He's.. done it, before. He remembered how he's accidentally done it to the doctor before, and.. he's tried it on his own, too. He could alter reality. He wasn't sure how well he could do it, but, he knew he could. He could do it. He was a little afraid about really trying it out though. Maybe he could... stop the doctor from hurting him. Maybe he could make sure Edward would be able to be there more, maybe Host could... make sure the doctor wouldn't come back. Host hugged his pillow tightly, afraid. Afraid of what? He knew the doctor would be angry at him if he used his powers. He knew he would be, if he used his powers on the doctor. But he should try it, shouldn't he? He could make his life that much better. He could make sure Edward would be alright, and maybe... maybe Host could even help all of the other egos as well. Could make sure they would all be okay.

“Ho~st~”, the doctor pushed open Host's door, happily walking inside. Host tensed, looking towards the man. Of course he'd come right when he thought of him. “There's my lovely! What are you doing here?”, Iplier hummed, walking over to Host. Host knew the doctor would grab his pillow to pull it away from him, and then get him to his feet to pull him along with him. “Iplier stops in his tracks.”, Host narrated softly, trying to put all his intent into it. Iplier would stop. He'd stop walking. Host wanted him to stop, so he would. And Iplier did stop, freezing in his tracks. Eyes widening as he looked at Host. “The doctor feels calm, listening to Host. He feels the madness slip from his mind leaving-”, Host gasped when Iplier wrapped his hand around Host's throat suddenly, glaring bloody murder at Host. He had broken through Host's narrations, seeing how unused Host was to narrating things that weren't yet true.

“You stupid little fuck.”, Iplier growled, his grip on Host's throat hard enough to cut off all air-supply for him, his hands moving to clutch onto Iplier's wrist. “You think you can manipulate me? How fucking dare you. You're mine, and not some high and mighty fucker.”, he grabbed Host's hair with his free hand, yanking his head back to expose more of his throat, letting the doctor see his thin skin stretch uncomfortably. “Stupid fucking brat. I'll teach you not to fuck with me again.”, Iplier's voice was an angry growl, and Host couldn't breathe, pulling at Iplier's wrist, unable to get it away. He was dizzy, he needed to breathe, but Iplier wasn't letting him. “I fucking dare you to try that shit again.”, Host heard Iplier say, before his consciousness slipped from him, and soon Iplier had managed to choke his pet to death. Even once Host wasn't moving any more, Iplier kept his hand wrapped tightly around his throat for a couple more minutes, before letting go and standing up.

When Host woke up about twelve hours later again, he could feel the hard steel table beneath him, the bright fluorescent light buzzing above him. He squirmed slightly, narrations slowly buzzing through his mind. “Iplier?..”, Host mumbled. He knew he was in the clinic. He could remember having angered Iplier, trying to narrate him. What had he done wrong? Maybe he hadn't wanted it enough? Maybe... he supposed he hadn't been confident enough in his words. He hadn't trusted himself enough. He hadn't trusted his powers to work. But they had, at first. “Ah, awake, are we?”, Iplier scoffed, walking over to where Host laid. “I hope you've learned your lesson now.”, he still sounded unhappy, making Host squirm uncomfortably. He didn't want him to be still angry at him, but maybe.. maybe he could help himself, now that he knew what he's done wrong. Iplier grabbed Host's chin, making sure the blind ego was facing him, his grip tight. He had something new to try out for Host anyways -he'd make sure his darling would suffer some more for what he's tried to do.

Letting go of Host, Iplier walked away to go grab the syringe he had prepared. Host's quiet narrations were still mumbled, but he was taking deep breaths to brace himself for what he was going to try and do. “Iplier was searching for the virus he's made to infect the Host with, struggling with finding it. It was frustrating, and Host's constant mutters behind him didn't help. He slowly felt his frustrations fade away, blinking confusedly. What was he doing again?”, Host narrated softly. He put all his confidence into his words, putting as much power into them as he could manage. His mumbled narrations told him that it was working, and he tried to continue. He needed Edward to be here, to help him, so that Iplier wouldn't continue to bother him. He was a little afraid of the doctor, but... he needed him. But Edward- Edward was good. Edward would love him properly, right? “The doctor feels confused, looking back over at Host. He had wanted to do something to him, right? Or with him? He slowly walked back over to Host, feeling something bubbling inside of him.”, Host kept narrating, tense as Iplier did what he was narrating. He was still a little afraid to fail.

Iplier walked over to Host, looking down at him with a blank expression. Host was afraid. He didn't know how to speak more, what to narrate. He was afraid. He didn't want to make Iplier mad at him, he only wanted Edward to be there with him and help him. “Edward?”, Host said softly. Maybe letting him forget about what he had wanted to do to him was help enough. Maybe Edward would be helping him instead of making him sick. “Host.”, a smile found its way onto the doctor's lips, making Host relax slightly. He sounded fond, kind. It was- it gave Host some hope. “Of course. There's my sweetheart.”, Iplier chuckled, running a hand through Host's hair, before letting it slide down to Host's neck. His free hand went into his pocket, grabbing something. Host wasn't narrating enough to know what it was. “How could I forget about you?”, Iplier hummed, leaning down over Host. He kissed him gently, Host relaxing at the gentle affection. Until suddenly Iplier stabbed the syringe into his neck, making Host gasp. “My stupid little fucktoy was supposed to host a new virus!”, Iplier smirked, holding tightly onto the side of Host's neck, fingers digging into the bruises there. “You're fucking stupid. Thinking you could try that little trick again on me. Not with me, cunt.”.

Host whimpered as he felt Edward inject whatever was inside of the syringe into him, gasping and whimpering as he felt it spread inside of his body. It hurt, it was uncomfortable, is squeezed through his veins. “D-doctor-”, he gasped, hands clenching into his coat, writhing on the table. It hurt, it hurt- it hurt! He was breathing in a panic, but all that Iplier did was laugh, loud and booming, echoing, filling Host's head with a headache. “That's what you get you stupid whore. I've told you, I'll kill you however often I have to. I'll burn it into your stupid little brain. You're mine.”, Iplier growled, gripping Host's hair tightly, yanking his head back, pressing his free hand hard down on Host's chest. “And a stupid bitch like you won't get to use any sort of powers on me.”, Iplier's voice was a dangerous growl, making Host whimper in fear. He had just wanted to be safe, and happy. He had just wanted Edward with him. “T-the- the Host's sorry- so sorry-”, Host sobbed, gasping for air he seemed to be unable to get into his lungs. It hurt, he felt like his lungs were being squeezed and crumbled up into tiny balls, ready to be thrown into the trash. He was hot and cold at the same time, he was sweating and wanting to get out of his clothes, but he was shaking and shivering.

“Shut the fuck up, stupid cunt. You better listen to me instead of thinking on your own.”, Iplier scoffed, leaning down over Host, putting his weight on his hands, pressing harder onto Host's neck and chest. “I-I'm sorry-”, Host couldn't help but sob breathlessly. He was gasping more and more, unable to breathe, his head full of stuffy cotton. It pressed against his skull a pressure behind his eyes trying to burst free. It hurt, extremely, and Host was yapping for breath, unable to get any air back into his lungs. “You're going to be when I'm done with you, stupid whore.”, Iplier smirked, chuckling in amusement as he watched Host struggling beneath him. He loved the pure panic Host was showing him, how he wasn't able to breathe, how he was choking and writhing in pain. Until there was no air getting into Host's lungs any more, and he was suffocating, throat closed up. Iplier chuckled and laughed at Host's state, until Host stopped writhing, growing motionless once more. It was always such an amusement, watching Host struggling until his life left him.

Host was out for more than a day, coming back to himself sometime in the evening of the next day. He felt horrible. He was nauseous, bile burnt in the back of his throat. He was dizzy, laying down wasn't helping it either. He was sweating, his clothes and hair stuck uncomfortably on him, but he was shivering terribly. His breaths were wheezing. He felt like he couldn't breathe, his throat felt too tight. He tried to move, but his limbs felt like lead. He wanted to curl up and die -but he knew he had just died, and it didn't help him in the slightest. It just made it worse, though at least he wasn't in so much pain any more.

“Ah, my little fucktoy's awake again.”, Iplier sauntered over, and Host could only whimper pathetically in reply. Iplier carded his fingers through Host's sweaty strands, touch almost gentle, if it weren't for how hard he scratched over Host's scalp. Host couldn't form any words, just little pained and breathless sounds leaving him. Iplier chuckled, moving to pick Host up off of the table -it made him whine painfully, laying limp in Iplier's arms. Every movement hurt, Host couldn't breathe when he was moved, but there was nothing he could do. “Lesson learned, I presume.”, Iplier hummed, carrying Host to a different room inside of the clinic -one of the private patient rooms, though they weren't really used much any more. Iplier laid Host down on the bed -which wasn't the most comfortable, but better than the metal table- and wrapped him into blankets so he was nice and warm. “Hh...”, Host squirmed, uncomfortable in the warmth, but there was nothing he could do at all. He was suffering, unable to grasp any thoughts and having no willpower to even attempt speaking. “Now now sweetheart, it'll be quite alright. You shouldn't be dying again from this. And if you do, oh well.”, Iplier chuckled, shrugging. Host most definitely had a fever, so he wouldn't be surprised if Host died from a too high fever. It had hit him full force when he gotten back to his body again, after all.

Host made a desperate and pathetic sound, unable to do anything. He could barely think, he couldn't get himself to speak. He was just suffering miserably, and all he wanted was some comfort, something good for him. But he wasn't getting that, and Iplier fully ignored him as he left again, leaving Host alone in bed to suffer. Host couldn't sleep with all of this. The fever, the inability to breathe properly, how hot and cold he was. He was extremely nauseous, feeling ready to throw up at any moment, but not enough he actually had to. He just hoped that it wouldn't get worse again, because he wasn't sure he could actually manage that again. He would have to suffer through this, until it finally got better. Too bad for him that it didn't get better any time soon. He was suffering for days, bound to bed and dependent on Iplier taking care of him. Which wasn't a lot, but at least Iplier made sure he stayed hydrated and got some food in him. That Host could barely keep anything down didn't exactly matter to the doctor.

After a week or so, it finally got better. At least a little bit -he could breathe a little easier, his fever was starting to go down again. He still couldn't leave the bed, moving was hard, he felt sluggish, his head was swimming when he did so much as sitting up. “Host?”, the doctor's voice was hesitant, and Host knew it must be Edward. He whimpered, shifting to reach out towards the man. Edward hurried over to Host, gently taking his hand and pushing his sweaty hair out of his face. “I'm here now Host. It's alright.”, Edward murmured softly. Host sobbed softly, still breathless, though at least he could breathe enough that sobbing was manageable and didn't leave him choking. Edward gently hushed Host's sobbing, reassuring him that he was alright. Once Host had calmed down, Edward gently and softly helped Host sit up, rubbing his back lightly. Host was sniffling, thankful when Edward helped him clean up. “I'll help you to the bathroom, okay? Let's get you cleaned up properly, and into some fresh clothes. And let's try and eat something too, okay?”, Edward spoke softly. Host whimpered softly, but he nodded lightly. He felt unsteady on his feet, clinging to Edward as they walked slowly.

Getting cleaned up was a lot of work, and Host had gotten close to throwing up, but he felt a bit better when he was clean and in fresh clothes. Thankfully going back to bed was easier, where he sat alone, waiting for Edward to come back. “There we are.”, Edward smiled when he came back with food, walking over to Host and sitting down next to him. Host leaned against Edward, shivering even though he had a blanket wrapped around him. “Come on. It's just some soup, it'll help you.”, Edward murmured. It was a hearty soup, and hopefully it'd help Host's nausea settle a little, as well as give him something easy to eat. “O-okay...”, Host managed. He let Edward help him eat, though he didn't get through much before he felt too nauseous to continue. Edward didn't mind, setting the bowl aside, and gently held Host against his side. “I'm sorry you have to go through this. I don't know about anything to help you heal faster.”, Edward murmured. He wished he could help Host, make sure he didn't have to stay so sick, but... he just didn't know how. He could help a the symptoms he knew Host had, but that was about it.

“Here, I have something for your fever. And then let's try to sleep a little.”, Edward said softly, gently rubbing Host's side. He wished he could do more, but there was only so much he could do, without knowing what exactly was wrong. “Ed..”, Host whimpered softly, holding onto Edward. He didn't want the doctor to leave him. He didn't want Edward's kindness to ever leave him. He didn't want Edward to succumb to his madness again. “It's okay. I'm here with you.”, Edward spoke softly, gently pressing a kiss to Host's temple. Even “sane”, Edward held a great fondness for Host, unable to help the slight possessiveness. It was just in his being, he couldn't help it. The doctor's madness was as much part of him as it wasn't, by now. Edward soon let go of Host, so he could help him take his medicine. Host whimpered, unhappy, but he knew Edward was just trying to help. And he knew it'd help, because Edward always helped him, no matter what.

Once the medicine was taken, Edward helped Host lay back down, gently tucking him in. He stayed at Host's side then, gently playing with Host's hair, murmuring soft reassurances to him. Host held onto Edward's free hand, happy to feel Edward's soft hand in his own. Until Host eventually drifted off to sleep. It wasn't an easy rest, his illness and visions making it hard to enjoy sleep. He was squirming and panting in his sleep, whimpering and whining. Everything was horrible, he was barely able to stay asleep -though he was more unable to wake up rather than wanting to stay asleep. When he woke up again, Host was sweating again, breath wheezing as he felt strangled. Which may be because of how Iplier was wrapped around him, holding him tight to himself. He seemed to be asleep himself, though he was holding Host tight enough he could be awake. Host knew it was better to let the man sleep. He didn't want to wake him up, afraid that Iplier would get mad at him if he did. He didn't want to anger Iplier again, he didn't want to suffer any more than he already had. He knew he would still get to suffer, because Iplier loved to make him suffer. “Mh...”, Iplier hummed, nuzzling into Host's hair, making the sick man tense and squirm uncomfortably. He didn't want to be in this position. He just wanted to be left alone, but he knew that wasn't going to happen any time soon.

He could save himself. He could use his powers, and- no. No. He wouldn't use his powers, not ever again. Iplier had made it clear that he shouldn't be using them, that he would kill him as much and often as he had to in order to keep him from using them. Host wouldn't use them again. He knew he could save himself, if he did use them. He knew that. He knew he had that power. But he also knew that he shouldn't. He shouldn't, and he wouldn't. He wouldn't use his powers again, because Iplier would murder him, over and over, and he would hate his whole existence even more than he already did if Iplier kept killing him. He curled up as much as he could, trying to get his breath back, trying to breathe and stay calm. Sadly he couldn't be calm, he couldn't be peaceful in this situation. He whimpered and clung to Iplier, letting him pull him closer to the other's chest. Even if Iplier wasn't... good, at least he kept him safe from the other egos. He kept him safe from everyone. And no matter how many times Iplier killed him...

Host sniffled, trying not to cry as he was held, cuddled into Iplier's chest. He'd keep him safe, he'd hold him, he'd let him cry. And sure, he made him sick and killed him, but he also made sure he got healthy again, and got what he deserved. And Iplier loved him, didn't he? In some capacity? And Edward too. And if there was no Iplier, there'd be no Edward either. So Host had to take what he was given, and that was usually whatever Iplier decided on giving him and doing to him. “Mhh... my lovely..”, Iplier murmured, nuzzling further into Host's hair, curled around the smaller male. He loved his little toy, and he'd make sure his little toy would always stay with him in turn. He caressed Host's arm lightly, happy to hold his pet in his arms. Host just let him, let this happen, sniffling and gasping for breath in-between, needing the reassurance that he wasn't alone. Even if all he had was Iplier, the madness that resided in the doctor. At least he was his. At least he belonged to him.

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ikeservant · 4 years

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hc: how do you think the main ikesen boys would react to mc’s time? like they’re all with her when the wormhole and get thrown back to her time?

Sorry for the long wait! I hope this is what you were asking for >__

Intro: No matter what it seemed inevitable that the wormhole was going to keep chasing mc and Sasuke to take them to the present day. Since both of these time travelers were near and dear to the Oda and Uesgi-Takeda warlords, they came to see them off. With tearful goodbyes, the wormhole would finally be at rest and stop causing destruction once it takes what it wants. Mc opened her eyes to find herself in the present day. However, she realized that there were eight too many people with her. The warlords, all confused, realized that they were sucked into the present day. Mc and Sasuke, after explaining that the warlords were 500 years in the future, devised an emergency meeting. They decided to all stay at Sasuke’s apartment and learn how to habituate to the future. So, how do the warlords fare?

Nobunaga: Intrigued and curious about everything. Is fascinated by automobiles. A lot of “this is very proficient. Let’s bring this back with us.” Likes to go on day trips with mc and the others to learn more about the area. Loves museums and will research everything. Adapts SUPER quickly.“Maybe I can conquer all of Japan AGAIN.” If he had to stay in the modern day for a long time, would most likely use his charisma and knowledge of currency and politics to either be a politician or CEO.

Hideyoshi: “So this is the country that Nobunaga will have founded.” Was a little freaked out and scared of the cars and busses whizzing by. “Be careful, Nobunaga and mc, these things could seriously kill someone.” (Boi, mc has been here longer than you. She knows how to use a crossroad. Thanks for caring though, bby). Loves going to modern cafes and trying all the teas and drinks. Wants to learn all the safety codes and rules of society to keep all of the warlords safe and get along. If he had to stay in the modern day long, he’d either be a police officer to protect others and upholding the law or be a hardworking manager that has to deal with everybody’s bullshit, drinks coffee like a madman, and kicks the copier when its spazzing out. “Back in my day we just rewrote everything.”

Ieyasu: Can use common sense for the most part to get by and stay safe, but will act like a grumpy old man dealing with change. Mc has fun with her payback from Ieyasu calling her naïve and foolish when she tried adapting to the Sengoku era, telling him now he knows what it feels like being sucked into another era. When y’all went to the drug store, he was intrigued with all of the medication and pain relief remedies. Will collect several medical textbooks and buy out all of Walgreen’s pharmacy department in hopes of being better at healing others when they return. He went to the zoo and was fascinated with all of the unique animals found worldwide. Won’t admit it but loved petting the goats and alpacas at the petting zoo (reminded him of Wasabi,who he secretly missed). Will sneak food to feed street cats and due to his medical knowledge he’d either be a veterinarian or a pharmacist if he had to be in the modern era for a long time. Likes some things about the present but is a little overwhelmed how loud and fast everything goes and sort of wishes to go back to the home that is the Sengoku.

Masamune: Put this man on a LEASH. He is running around everywhere, looking at everything. “I highly support the fashion choices of this era. Tank tops, mini skirts, and short shorts? HELL YA.” Mc is his guide to all of the foods in the area. Food trucks, dessert shops, restaurants will all be conquered by Masamune. Taking him to a grocery store for the first time was an absolute nightmare for Sasuke’s credit card. Loves how food is more readily available for people now than in the Sengoku era. Gets so much food. Also has two duffle bags stuffed with ramen packages for when he returns to the Sengoku era so his men can have a ready made meal. Went to an amusement park and LOVES roller coasters like the adrenaline junkie he is. He’s overall fascinated with all the fun experiences and exciting new things in the modern era. Would thrive as a chef at a restaurant who puts on a show with fire and knives while making the best food in town.

Mitsunari: Put this boi on a leash too. He’d be wandering around and getting lost in thought about how everything works. He’d be too busy thinking about how the mechanics of a car works that he would almost be hit BY a car. Is fascinated and wants to learn how everything works like Nobunaga. Both would love the museums. Mc gave him a laptop and boi is in LOVE with it. He spends several hours focusing on the laptop and researches everything. It’s like a mini library in his lap. Mc took him to the library and he now spends several hours looking through every book. Accidentally got hired as a librarian (the most beautiful librarian in Japan). Has to have a buddy to go out with or else he will get lost in thought and end up getting lost in general. Still love him though.

Mitsuhide: “Adapt. Improvise. Overcome.” Doesn’t take long for him to learn how to beat the system. Likes to tag along with mc and the others to go to different places just for the experience. Is glad that he doesn’t have to play spy for anybody anymore since all the warlords are in the same boat and he has more freedom to roam about (and cause trouble). Will use the excuse “well I didn’t know any better. I’m from the Sengoku.” for everything even though he’s already learned all the rules and customs just so he can get on Hideyoshi’s and mc’s nerves. Uses his cunningness and intelligence to be the best lawyer. Could also be a hella good detective. Had the best time in the magic trick and prank stores. They amuse him and finds it fun to freak out the other warlords in their apartment.

Kenshin: Almost Yeeted out of existence when he found out that swords are frowned upon to carry around in this time period. However he was brought back to stability when Sasuke and mc took him to a bar for the first time. Mc had to convince the police to not arrest Kenshin a few times when he threatened to kill some people and slashed a car tire for almost hitting him. (Kenshin violence is very frowned upon here.)Has a tough time adapting and getting along in modern society but he eventually finds a way. “Accidentally” becomes a gang leader in one night. Mc took him to a pet store and the entire pen of bunnies flocked to him. Guess who has a giant rabbit pen on the roof of the apartment? Kenshin.

Shingen: Also loves the new style. Man never thought he’d see the day that women would walk down the street with legs and arms showing. Also had to have mc bail him out from the police because of his flirting being misunderstood as him being a creep. Loves the bakery and sweets shops in the area. Yukimura is not happy having to do patdown checks to make sure Shingen isn’t sneaking sweets into the apartment. Loves the new carpentry methods and tools. Mc took him to Home Depot and he LOVED it. Would either be a sexy Home Depot worker and independent carpenter or be a hot bartender that is very popular with the female patrons.

Yukimura: Is confused by everything. Almost passed out when he realized they were 500 years in the future. “What the HELL is that thing” would be what he’d say while pointing with a scared look on his face. Mc and Sasuke thought it’d be a great idea to teach Yukimura about sports so he can have fun, release his pent up energy he would usually use for practice or battle training, and have a more positive outlook of the present day. Basketball and soccer being one of his favorites. Joins a local sports group and becomes team captain due to his previous war tactics being useful on the battlefield AND the court/soccer field and his leadership skills. Loves to go to athletic stores. Eventually becomes a coach, which he is both bashful and proud of. Could see him becoming a fireman since he’d want to save people and leap into action to save others like he did in the past as a Sengoku warlord.

#ikesen #ikemen sengoku #ikesen hc

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south-park-boyos · 4 years

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hi again. curious as to if you have any personal south park headcanons?? (or if youd like to possibly be friends 😐)

Of course we can be friends, all SP pals are welcomed!

I realised I’d never really sat down to think about these so this got long pretty quickly. Also, this is kind of all over the place and some of these are less headcanons and more things I like to think about.

KYLE

He’s pretty booksmart and likes to write short stories, which are closely guarded. He does share them with Stan and Ike, sometimes making them little characters in the stories.

Can play the violin. He learnt using online videos and mostly uses it to play meme songs and megalovania.

Sings really well but is ridiculously shy about it.

Makes PowerPoints for anyone who gets confused on certain subjects and sits through it with them.

Has naturally sharp teeth, nothing too dramatic but it’s fun to think about.

Learns a lot of languages in his free time and teaches Stan what he knows.

STAN

He’s dyslexic? I don’t know, it just seems like a fun thing to explore with him.

He’s really good with video editing software and likes to make stupid videos to laugh about.

Has sound knowledge on cars and can fix basic problems with them pretty easily.

Knows a lot about animals and really likes whales.

Uses open natural spaces to clear his head, often sitting in low tree branches.

Starts going on jogs to improve his stamina (which people call sprints because why does he have to move so fast?!?!).

KENNY

Is really good at skateboard tricks with his great balance.

Likes to do make-up for the girls and Karen, often getting tips from Bebe.

Takes freestyle dance classes and is pretty damn good at it.

Helps Karen make animal shelters for creatures in the area.

Everyone finds it easy to confide in Kenny.

CARTMAN

Eventually, people get fed up of him and leave him alone. He figures he has to be less of an asshole when even Butters cuts off contact.

He mellows out quite a bit and people often forget he’s listening until he chimes in with how much of an idiot they are.

When he puts his mind to it (which is rare) he’s really good at comforting people.

He makes really cool origami.

He starts spending a lot of time reading, favouring detective mysteries.

Keeps a diar- sorry journal to note down things he feels are important.

I like the idea that he and Clyde become step-brothers and he’s a passive but super protective brother!

BUTTERS

When he gets older, he comes out of his shell and is actually really daring (likes skydiving and paragliding).

He can hold his own in a fight, despite his small stature.

Likes that Kenny calls him Leo and other pet names.

Gives ridiculously great advice but only when directly asked for it.

Has a bit of a mean streak to him (from years of being around Cartman). Push him too far and he’ll bring up secrets he has no right to know about you.

He’s a vegetarian but not very strictly, more for the health benefits than anything else. If he wants bacon, he’ll eat bacon.

CRAIG

He doesn’t like people to know when he’s upset, playing the “don’t care” card hard. He’s not fooling anyone.

Makes DIY guinea pig playhouses with Tweek.

He’s a ridiculously good artist and sketches his friends when they’re all in one place.

When he laughs, like really laughs, it’s a godsend and ridiculously contagious.

When left alone with Stan, they have a pretty playful relationship. A bit of roughhousing and bonding over small things.

Runs a small D&D campaign with the guys. Mostly consists of “CLYDE! NO!” and “Those aren’t yours Tweek”.

TWEEK

He has a small garden and likes to grow fruit and veg to use when he’s cooking. Craig keeps eating all the tomatoes.

Can’t be beaten at chess. Not even Kyle can best him. He has fun trying though.

Is fantastic as a strategist for group games.

He always seems to know when something is up with one of the other guys.

Can draw in perfect calligraphy and having something to focus on calms his twitches.

TOKEN

Can drink you under the table. This man is a beast and holds liquor like a keg.

He sings when drunk and is known to hate Katy Perry songs but somehow knows all the words to them. Guess what people get him to sing when he’s fully out of it?

Rarely makes puns but, when he does, they’re golden.

He really likes cats. If he finds a stray, he brings it home and cleans them up before introducing them to the horde in his backyard, that he feeds every morning.

He likes to stay healthy, often going to the gym, so he’s pretty well-built.

CLYDE

He has ADHD. Sitting still for a long time is a pain and he often feels a ridiculous urge to go and do something and can’t focus until its done.

Has a feel-good aura that improves everyone’s mood. Him just sitting there puts a smile on people’s faces.

Contrary to what people think, he has incredibly witty comebacks, often leaving you dumbfounded.

He’s great at bringing Token out of his shell. “You’re allowed to be stupid with us dude!”

He was chubby in childhood but never really grew out of it. More grows into it.

JIMMY

He’s good at convincing people not to do the stupid thing that will get them into a lot of trouble.

He can speak Welsh. He likes the accent and has a lot of good jokes to tell with it.

If you insult him, you will receive a crutch to the face. You were warned.

He’s a gaming maestro and mains druids in the best possible way.

BEBE

Mistress of Mischief. (Her + Kenny and Clyde is an accident waiting to happen).

Will walk into your house, beeline for the kitchen and eat your food. Hellos come after.

If she sees you wearing a bad outfit she’ll give advice then bring you shopping for one that really shines on you.

She sings Broadway songs whilst cleaning. If you hear her belting out Waving Through a Window just put your head down and walk away.

Wanna ask her why she did that? Eyebrow Waggle™.

RED

She’s great at dagger throwing, with a dead steady aim.

I like the AUs where she’s Craig’s cousin. It seems fitting.

She really likes chemistry. DIY smoke bombs are her speciality.

She can stare someone out of a room. Not even glaring, just a discomforting gaze.

NICHOLE

If you need help, she’s there already and probably has a bag full of cookies.

She gets along really well with Clyde and finds it easy to find something to talk about (which is mostly just teasing Token).

She used to date Token but it became awkward and they broke up, both deciding it felt too much like dating a sibling.

You eat her Werther’s Originals, you taste her blade.

She lets Craig style and cut her hair. He has a whole set of hairstylist equipment but no one knows where he got it from or where he keeps it.

WENDY

She likes to have friendly debates with Kyle, loving the new information she learns from him.

Goes to peaceful protests with Stan.

She has the Disapproving Frown™ which stops all schemes in their tracks.

Often seen chasing Bebe around to prevent her ridiculous plans.

Has long conversations with Cartman (post behaviour fix) and they’re really close friends.

I’ll probably come up with more in the future but this is it for now! Thanks for the ask, it was really fun to think about all this.

I have more headcanons for ships and such but those’ll just be for when I’m asked about the ship specifically, don’t wanna make these long posts a regular thing.

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violet-knox · 4 years

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Promises Fulfilled

Year 7 - Chapter 54

Summary: You hold trials and watch Connor try out for his own team before heading to the Astronomy Tower with Severus

Word count: 4061

Warnings: Some naughty naughty touching 😏 It’s at the end of the chapter, so if borderline smut is something you are not into, you can stop reading when they enter the Astronomy Tower.

Previous Chapter - Chapter 1

The halls were uncharacteristically empty as you speed out the great entrance of the castle and made your way towards the Quidditch pitch. It wasn’t abnormal to see such lack of life at this hour. Not many students, hell not many Professors, enjoyed being up so early and though you were amongst the many, today you had to make an exception as it was the first day your skills as Captain would be tested. So of course, your body had to keep you up all night coming up with new and creative incidents that could occur during today’s events resulting in your failure and ultimate dismissal from Quidditch.

Youngsters falling off their brooms, boneheads taking a bludger to the head, Slytherins keeping their yearly tradition of haggling your team and distracting those already midflight. A string of tragedies played over and over in your head all night, having you dread the trails you had scheduled. You were already so behind; Hufflepuff and Slytherin teams already formed and ready for practice. It was a miracle you’d managed to find a free time slot with the Slytherin Captain hogging the pitch and Professor McGonagall’s aggravating need to ‘play fair’.

At least Madam Hooch had been much more responsive when you asked her to show you around the storage room, demonstrating how to secure the bludgers in place and retrieve a snitch without wasting its one use. You had a lot to learn in a short period of time, the first game already scheduled for next month, yet you kept hearing how well you would lead your team and win the Quidditch cup from everyone around you. Severus, McGonagall, even Madam Hooch seemed to have a biased towards you as if they could all see the future, knowing for certain you’d win your first game and end the year with the Quidditch cup in hand.

“Feeling ready?” Your mood brightened, worries temporarily pushed aside as you watched Severus walk over from the wall he’d been leaning against just as you arrived at the entrance of the Quidditch pitch.

“Sev!” you shouted, quickly jogging towards him, throwing your arms around his waist. “What are you doing here so early? Trials don't start for another hour.”

He grinned when he saw your face light up by the simple sight of his presence. Of course he’d assured you he’d be there during trails because you’d asked, but he could tell the stress of your position as Captain had been getting to you, so he’d made an effort to arrive early, knowing you’d do the same and help out in any way he could.

“Somehow I just knew you’d be here obsessing about preparations. Look how right I was.” He rubbed your shoulders in comfort and felt you bury your face into his chest.

“I’m scared!” you whined into his uniform, closing your eyes and letting the world disappear around you as you let the weight of the stress you felt fall over Severus.

“You have nothing to worry about,” he said smiling as you pulled him closer, desperately holding on to him. “You’ll do fine.”

“You don’t know that,” you mumbled. Your voice so muffled, filtered through his cardigan, it appeared smaller than it truly was.

“True, but I know no one would do a better job than you,” he said, running his fingers through your hair in comfort, his touch so soothing you wished he’d hold you like this all day. “At least not in Gryffindor anyway.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” You pushed him away, shoving on his chest and forcing him to take a step back.

“Nothing! I meant to say you’re the best person in the school to be Gryffindors Captain...” You rose an eyebrow at him, waiting for the punchline you knew was coming. “Since they probably need the most aid.”

“Severus!” you stepped forward and continued to push against his chest in annoyance. “You arse!”

It was one thing to despise Gryffindor and cheer for his own Quidditch team, but it was another to outright attack your house even if it was all in good fun. You’d suspected for a while that he dreaded the fact you’d been sorted into Gryffindor which was yet another reason you’d hung on to the time you had together over the summer, away from the reminder of house conflicts and incompatibility.

“Alright! I’m sorry!” he said, waving his hands in front of his face in forfeit as he inched away from you. His apology seemed to have done the trick as he finally felt the storm of light punches cease. You crossed your arms, the stern look on your face spoiled by the smirk you gave him. “You know I’ll secretly be cheering for you.”

“You better be.”

He adjusted his buttoned-up cardigan before following you to the storage room located between Slytherin and Hufflepuff’s changing rooms. Picking up one of the suitcases on the bench, you opened it up and took out your wand, pointing it to the case filled with snitches. Carefully opening it, you levitated a few of them into their proper places to complete the Quidditch set before clasping it shut and shoving it into Severus’ arms. You then made your way across the room and took down as many school brooms as you could, handing some to Severus as well. If he was going to make a point of showing up early, he might as well lend a hand rather than waste your time with pointless witty comments.

Setting down the equipment you carried out to the edge of the pitch, you began to line up the brooms one by one, Severus lending a hand without a word spoken.

“I’m going to go find a seat.” Severus turned to you just as you put down the Quidditch set in the middle of the pitch. “Good luck, love,” he whispered, cupping your cheeks.

You smiled, letting yourself lean on him one last time as he gently pressed his lips to yours before walking off towards the exit of the soon to be semi-packed pitch. You’d barely returned from the changing room, broom in hand when you heard footsteps nearing the entrance. Turning around, you spotted James and a few other members from the previous team heading towards you. Looking up in the stands, you spotted Severus looking up from his book to shoot you a quick smile with Sirius, Remus and Peter all sitting a few rows behind him. Watching Sirius eye him, you began to wish you’d never asked him to come and support you. You’d been so concerned about perfecting your timeline for your trials, you’d completely neglected to remember James’ feud with Severus and how his friends seemed to have joined in, or at the very least look the other way when he haggled your boyfriend.

But it was too late now. Severus had settled into place along with the Gryffindor pranksters and you’d struck up a conversation with your former teammates as other candidates began to pour into the pitch. All you could do now was hope they’d mind their business and leave Severus to his book so long as he had the courtesy to do the same.

As the crowd thickened, you began to realize, few people from your previous team had actually returned. The Triwizard tournament had become such a distraction you completely neglected to realize two batches of graduating students had gone since the last set of trials held. If you took back those who previously played, you would still need to find a Beater, two Chasers and a Keeper. It was so much worse than you’d anticipated; only three people from the old team hadn’t graduated and you were one of them.

“Alright,” you spoke, bringing everyone's attention to you. “I’d like to see what you can all do, so I will have you all attempt to play each position until I find sufficient players. If I offer you a position and you had your eye on another, you are welcome to reject but know I may not offer you the position you want. Any returning members will not be granted special passes and instead will have the same opportunity as everyone else. Extra brooms are available if needed,” you said, gesturing to the stack of brooms you’d lined up to the side, “I’ll start off with the chasers,” you then divided the group into two teams and instructed them to play a game of catch where a player must pass the quaffle to one of the members on their team without having the ball stolen by a member of the opposing team.

Slowly, you began tagging people out until two remained; a second year and a fourth year whom both accepted your offer to play Chasers. You then moved on to Beaters, bringing back the Beater that had previously played and a sixth year who said he wished to play Keeper instead. You placed another student on standby for Beater and moved on to find a Seeker. James caught all three snitches that you released and won back his spot on the team. Finally, you instructed the two Chasers to join you in testing for your new Keeper to which you found an agile fifth year who gladly accepted your offer. You encouraged the standby Beater to try out again next year as the sixth-year boy took the final spot as Beater that you had previously offered.

It was a long, exhausting day, but you managed to put together a well skilled team in the end, just before the time you had scheduled ran out. Your hands shook as you packed up the equipment, feeling nervous about the split decisions you just made.

“Need a hand?” you turned around and saw a familiar boy with dirty brown hair, dressed in blue and brown walking towards you.

“Connor, what are you doing here?”

“Ravenclaw is scheduled for their trials today. Should start in about ten minutes,” he said looking at his watch while you levitated the Quidditch case and brooms. “Got any tips for me?” He clutched onto his broom and nervously shifted in his place.

You looked back at him with a smile before responding, “Don’t fall off your broom.” Connor chuckled. “You’ll be fine Connor, just do your best. And if you don’t make it, you always have that miniature library of yours.”

You shot him a quick smile before turning your attention back to the stack of brooms you had been trying to levitate all at once.

“Hold up!” Another Ravenclaw boy came running towards you just as you’d gathered all the brooms together. “Mind leaving those for us?” He gestured towards the brooms.

Assuming he was the Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain, you nodded your head in agreement and lowered your wand, thankful you didn’t have to figure out how to carry them all back to the storage room alone.

“I can take that off your hands,” he added, reaching for the Quidditch set you had in your left hand.

“Thanks,” you said, watching him head for the storage room, no doubt on his way to retrieve some more snitches. The stadium had already cleared of Gryffindors, replaced by Ravenclaws quicker than the impeccable catch James made with the last snitch you released. Turning back around, you thought it best to wish Connor good luck and head for the changing rooms when you heard your name shouted from the entrance of the pitch.

“(Y/N)!” You looked over Connor’s shoulder and saw Severus lightly jogging towards you wearing the same expression you’d seen make an appearance the first time he met your Ravenclaw friend.

“Severus,” Connor said. The tone in his voice telling you he was surprised to see him approach. “What are you doing here?”

“She asked me to watch their trials,” he said nudging towards you, his nose wrinkling as his eyes narrowed.

“I was nervous, so I thought if he came, I’d feel more comfortable,” you explained with as strong of a smile as you could muster.

Severus’ tone towards Connor had yet to lighten, reminding you of the year you’d spent trying to befriend him. You did what you could to help him ease into a friendship with Connor, but you knew it would be a while before he let his wall down and accept someone new in his life. You could understand the hesitation to trust but the reaction Severus had when someone tried to enter his inner circle was quite absurd and unwarranted. You’d asked him to explain, you’d tried to reason with him, but his cold demeanor remained, forever present to shun away those willing to get close to him.

“Ah, well, maybe you two can stay and cheer me on?” Connor asked nervously. “I’ve been meaning to try-out, but I never could build up the courage.”

Severus looked at you in annoyance, wanting to tell Connor to sod off. If only he’d come down from the stands sooner. If only he hadn’t wished to read that last page in his book, he could have saved you both from the agony the Ravenclaw was putting you through.

You quickly placed a hand on Severus’ shoulder to keep him from snapping as you smiled at Connor. “We’d love to stay and support you Connor,” you said, speaking for Severus before the foul words edging on the tip of his tongue spilled out and ruined the peaceful ambiance around you.

Connor smiled at you both in gratitude before you all parted ways; Severus heading for the stands as you went to get changed before joining him.

Throwing on your uniform, you quickly let down your hair, carelessly ruffling it and made your way towards the stairs that led up to the viewing area. You spotted a few crowds of Ravenclaws rather quickly, most of them engaged in conversation amongst one another across the pitch to your right and found a lone raven-haired boy sitting where the Slytherins would usually gather during games; exactly where Severus had placed himself during your trials.

“This doesn’t count you know,” Severus said with a discontent tone as you found your place beside him. He kept his gaze focused on the commission down below, but you could clearly see the evident frown on his face between his curtains of hair. “You still owe me an hour today. Alone.”

You couldn’t help the corner of your lips stretch into a subtle smile, thinking of the promise he’d made you keep this year. It was quite a demand to make, one you never thought would be difficult when you’d initially agreed to it until the time came to fulfill your promise. You knew it would only get worse as Quidditch picked up, but you wanted to keep your relationship with Severus strong. Nothing was worth giving what you had with him away, so you did what you could and met up with him when he asked even if it was to simply read in his company atop the Astronomy Tower or take a quick walk around the lake before lights out.

“He’s our friend Severus, we should support him.”

“No,” he said, finally turning his head to face you. “He’s your friend and you have no obligation to support him.”

“He’s nice and we’ll have plenty of time together after his trials. The day is still young.” You placed a hand on his knee and smiled, hoping he’d lighten up and open himself to the idea of having a new friend to talk with. “We’ll go to the Astronomy Tower after this and you can have me all to yourself until dinner,” you whispered as your fingers trailed up his leg to tangle with his. “How does that sound?”

Your breath brushed through his hair, the heat of your palm spreading through to his, reaching his core. Severus froze in place as you leaned in, teasing him as you bit your lip and fluctuated your gaze from his eyes to his lips. You knew displaying affection in public made him uncomfortable and he hated it when you teased him like that. It was a weapon you never used unless you could sense his stubbornness rising.

He quickly pulled his hand from under yours, looking away from you as he suppressed a smile. You brought your attention back to the gathering Ravenclaws bellow and listened as the team Captain organized their trials.

He’d decided to approach things a little differently than you as he divided up the Ravenclaws into groups based on what position they wanted. You watched as Connor stepped beside those who wished to play Seeker and you couldn’t help but think how his physique better suited a Beater. A Seeker has to be agile, to turn their broom in the opposite direction in a split second, so it was much more common to see someone with a much leaner figure in the position. Of course, there were exceptions like James, though even he wasn’t as tall or as fully built as Connor. Then again, who were you to judge when you had yet to see him on a broom. Perhaps he’d surprise you and give James a run for his money.

You took in a deep breath as you watched the specs below kick off and fly into the air. He could definitely keep his own on a broom, you thought, spotting Connor make a sharp turn, halting to listen to the next set of instructions given by their Captain.

He motioned to test those trying for Beaters first, enlisting the help of everyone else to toss around a Quaffle as he let the Bludgers loose. A few failed to knock the bloody balls away from their targets, hitting them and knocking some off their brooms, though no one was seriously injured. Next up were the Chasers, followed by the Keepers, then finally, Seekers were tested.

Rather than releasing them one at a time as you’d done, the Captain released what he claimed to be four Snitches into the air and said whoever of the three candidates caught two of them first would win the position. Squinting, you leaned closer to the railing and tried to spot the golden blur you’d seen one too many times today. Not five minutes into the challenge, the youngest in the group, a girl appearing to be in her second or third year, caught the first Snitch while Connor and the other candidate desperately searched for the remaining three Snitches.

“He’s not very good is he,” you whispered to Severus as you watched Connor head in the opposite direction of the small golden blur you’d spotted not five feet away from his head. Severus scoffed in response, hoping you would want to leave now that you’ve watched your friend play. But unfortunately for him, the last two snitches weren’t caught for another hour, leaving him only one hundred and twenty minutes before dinner.

“Tough luck,” you said sympathetically, catching Connor on his way to the changing rooms. Severus had practically sprung from his seat when the Captain had announced the end of their trials, heading straight for the exit when you’d grabbed his arm and dragged him back inside the arena.

“Yeah,” replied Connor in a hushed voice as he rubbed the back of his neck. His cheeks tinted pink and you noticed his gaze fall to the ground, no doubt embarrassed by his poor performance.

“You played well, Connor. You should try again next year, maybe consider trying for Beater or Keeper” you said in an attempt to cheer him up.

“You think?” he said, bringing his line of sight back to you, his brows furrowed with hope.

“Mhmm,” you hummed, nodding your head. “You have a build better suited for a Beater than a Seeker and you fly really well. I bet you’d be great at catching up to a bludger.”

He smiled as the tension from his shoulders eased.

“Well, now you both can cheer for me instead of your own teams. All I need now is to befriend a Hufflepuff and I’ll have all four houses on my side,” you said hoping to lift the gloomy mood around the three of you.

“Fat chance,” mumbled Severus.

“Fine, don’t cheer for me” you said, giving him a light push before you turned to smile at Connor, “You’ll cheer for me, right?”

“Sure,” he laughed. “Anyways, I should get changed, my friends are probably waiting.”

You gave him a nod in agreement and watched him head towards the Ravenclaw changing room, broom thrown over his shoulder before you made your way out of the Quidditch pitch.

Severus was walking so fast, you practically had to run to keep him from dragging you along, his hand immediately shooting to grab yours once the coast was clear. As soon as the door of the room at the top of the Astronomy Tower closed behind you, he gripped your waist and pulled you in, colliding your lips with his.

You snaked your hands in his hair as he moved his hands down to your hips, gripping them as he pushed you against the wall. Feeling ambitious you gave a quick tug on the strands tangled between your fingers and let the surprise from your move catch him off guard as you quickly slipped your tongue past his lips. He took a second to adjust and settle into the new sensation before he moved his hands down over your clothed bottom in response, slowly squeezed both cheeks.

You moaned, letting your chest heave in desire as your lips parted, hovering over one another. Severus kept his eyes closed and let you both catch your breath as he continued to feel you up, his hands slowly moving down to your thighs. His slim fingers traced the outline of your skirt. Cautiously, he let them slip under the fabric, his fingertips feeling the few new inches of unexplored skin before so very slowly edging upwards towards your knickers. Your eyes flickered open, a breath caught in your throat as you moved one hand out of his hair and cupped his cheek. He carefully examined your flushed expression, a soft pink colour washing over your skin from heat, embarrassment, arousal, he couldn’t tell. But you hadn’t stopped him, nor had you shown any disgust, so he let his fingers trace the line of your panties from the middle of your legs back towards your bottom.

You could feel your knickers drench, the soft careful touches of his hands sending sparks to your core. You’d never discussed boundaries and you’d always thought yours would be quiet etiquette and clear. But in this moment, you felt as though you’d let him do anything he liked if he simply asked. You’d never felt your heart beat as fast as it was in this moment, your adrenaline running higher than it would during a Quidditch game.

Severus smirked as you arched your back, pushing your chest against his when he gave your arse another rough squeeze. It felt good to feel your skin under his fingertips, skin he knew you wouldn’t allow anyone else to feel. To touch. He had you all to himself and he loved how you showed your enjoyment for his hands exploring your body.

Keeping you distracting, he kept one hand under your skirt while the other went to rest on your lower back, pushing you into him as he quickly pressed his lips to yours and immediately slipping his tongue into your mouth. He nudged his nose into your cheeks a few times, letting his tongue explore before parting for air, smirking at you with content.

“So, what was that you said about you being all mine till dinner?” he whispered.

You blushed, your eyes barely open as you realized how suggestive you must have sounded. Severus lifted your chin and peered into your eyes, his hands gently resting on your waist as he revealed in the moment. He quickly kissed you one last time before taking your hand and setting you down to read with him. You cuddled up next to him, placing a hand on his chest, leaning your head against his shoulder as he opened up a book and began reading with you awhile before you were both forced to head back to the castle for dinner.

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ok i made a post like this months back but it was like in bursts of read mores so here it is again all in one thing with some extra added stuff

i just,,,,want marvin to have depth and try to kinda connect things ya know

not really a theory just my random burst of thoughts™ im not a fic writer or a proper theorist its just my thoughts

Jameson & Marvin are both from the same time period, around 1920s. Jameson is a well known and beloved actor and Marvin is a magician. Both are childhood friends and have a brother like relationship. Jameson for his birthday on halloween has this extravagant party. People all over party it up almost Gatsby style with him. Marvin, despite loving an audience, isn't much for crowds but goes because JJ insisted he shows up and they do a seance with the guests as a fun trick. Even though Marvin doesn't really believe, he is a bit of a scaredy cat with the topic of ghosts. He agrees to do it but nothing happens, giving the guests a good giggle though. When the part is late and its just Marvin & JJ alone they try once again for fun. Conjuring up Anti. Marvin trying to fight back the demon but Anti flings him across the room like a ragdoll. Anti possessing JJ and making him slit his throat in front of Marvin's eyes. Marv once again lashing out trying to stop Anti and thus Anti sends Marvin into the future, completely fucked up with burns and new powers due to coming in contact with Anti.

When Marvin comes to the future, our reality so to speak, he is lost alone and afraid. Jackie, a mortal man but has a heart of gold, helps out people in any way he can. Marvin when teleported to the future was in the street taking everything in and was practically having a panic attack from it all. Noises, new surroundings, all just him looking around and things blurring together. Jackie running over to pull him out of the way of the street because all when things where phasing together with overload, a car was coming close to him with no signs of stopping. Jackie being super confused and concerned, asking if he is okay and Marvin just trying to get a grip on things. Jackie being careful with his words and willing to listen though. Eventually, Marvin answers his questions and Jackie helps him find a new place to live. The two of them become close friends over time and Marvin opens up to him about his magic, showing it off to him. Jackie getting excited cause he is like "DUDE YOURE A SUPER HERO!" But Marv is just confused as to what he means, cause how Jackie describes it, he is more of a villain with the harm he has done. But Jackie not seeing that at all.

Eventually, since Marvin is stuck in this reality, he gets a job once more as an entertainer. He needs to make money in order to stay where he is at and Jackie convinces him to do things he likes, and making people smile at his tricks was something he did enjoy. He becomes well known with his impossible magical acts and it for some time helped as a distraction to him. For once, he felt happy again. He was still trying to figure out a way to go back in time to save Jameson but this new job helped him explore his magic and also helped him feel happy again. Despite it all he was able to find some form of happiness in this hell thats his life. But, it would be short lived.

A fire incident, causing deaths to those in the show and injuries in the audience. The theater burning down all because of him, causing all the horrible feelings to rush back. Jackie trying to talk to him that maybe it wasn't his fault, he was getting such a hang on his magic that maybe it was something else, but its no use. Marvin teleports himself from the scene, making the news believe he too died in the fire. And to leave Jackie alone to worry and wonder what happened to his friend

He decides to live alone near the ocean, a place where his fire magic can't hurt anyone. Secluded from the world with no soul to worry about. Left alone to just focus on his powers and focus on finding that Demon once more. As years go by, he has grown use to the silence of it. The waves of the tides, providing for himself, living off of nature. Guilt consuming him for all the wrongs he has done that he can't undo. His mind screaming at him that he was the cause of so much pain. Doubting himself that things will ever change for the better. One night, as he walks on the shore. He spotted something in the distance, something washed on the shore. Thinking it was perhaps a beached animal like a dolphin, he rushes to the shadow in hopes to put it back into the water. But when he arrives with his lantern, he isn't greeted with any marine creature, but the body of a man. The body of Henrik. Still alive, still clinging onto life, after being thrown into the ocean like nothing from the top of a cliff after being possessed by Anti.

He runs home fast caring Henrik, using magic to slam the door shut behind them. His little home is protected with his magic just in case Anti ever did find his location. Despite him not knowing if it would ever be enough, some help would be better than none.He lays the man on his bed, grabbing nearby medical supplies he has created for himself. He places his hand onto Henrik's chest and sends tiny bolts of electricity to shock his heart. Getting Henrik's heart beating again, he wakes up. Hacking up blood mixed with sea water and his own spit. Sitting up confused as to where he was and to who this strange man was beside him. Only mumbling the words "jack" over and over as he looks past Marvin and tries to get out of the bed but ultimately fails. Marvin tries to calm him down but his voice is getting louder with terror now saying "jack, JACK! CHASE!" names that have no meaning to Marvin but wants to get answers out of but to more importantly calm this man down

Marvin calming Henrik down eventually and Henrik stays put in bed. Examining his neck and tattered clothes, messy hair, and blood over his body. Debating if he should use magic to heal him or not since he has healed but only on himself with flesh wounds, not on another person, let alone a person he just met. He reaches out towards Henrik's throat direction till Henrik quickly grabs his hand and twists it in a self defense reflex. He decides to give the medical supplies he has to the man and for him to fix himself up since he clearly doesn't want more help.

Henrik remains with Marvin for months, learning about each other. And, despite Henrik hating to see it and forced to believe it, seeing Marvin's magic at work and that even saving him. How magic and demons can even exist but apparently it does. They learn that they both caused the death of close friends, people that they miss and wish they could save. To turn back time and fix it all from ever happening.Henrik worried about his other friend, Chase, and how he is going to be without him. Marvin opening up and saying he is also worried how Jackie, his friend, is doing and is afraid if he left him for death since he isn't there to protect him. They both relate to their struggles and worries.

As Henrik heals after these months, he says that he should go back home. But Marvin, despite knowing solitude now doesn't want to lose him now. He knows that there is a demon causing harm and the last thing that needs to happen is him falling victim again. They fight and yell, Henrik saying that he is leaving if Marv likes it or not till Marv locks the door on him keeping him inside. He says that Henrik has no idea what he is up against with that Demon. How he got luck to be alive. But Henrik makes it known that its time for him to leave and fix what he caused. But, he offers Marvin to come with him. To destroy Anti and to fix this. But he can't Marvin is too afraid of it all still. He refuses to leave safety.He unlocks the door and lets Henrik leave. Teleporting him to his home. Fearful as to what will happen to him and hoping he didn't make another mistake

When Henrik is gone Marvin seems to basically go back to his old life but even more focused on working out time travel magic. He can do so much than he had before and being with Henrik and knowing Anti is near really made him begin to question himself. That maybe this isn't the way to do this alone. He thinks about Henrik and Jackie often. The names of the people Henrik talked about, the people Marv has hurt. He sets up a candle circle that night. He shuts his eyes, searching. For Jackie.

He sees him, alive and well, in his apartment. Marvs spirit manifesting into the room, not seen to Jackie. Debating if he should say anything to him but not knowing what to say. Happy to see Jackie alive but is afraid to show signs that he is there, that he is alive. He pauses in the room and looks over to Jackie's bed room door. He walks inside it through the walls. Still messy and chaotic as he remembers. He looks around and sees something though, a photo. The two of them Jackie took on his cell phone, showing off "new technology" as he called it to Marv. Printed out and framed sitting on a computer desk. He walks to it and picks it up, the apparition of the object becoming tangible to his invisible touch. He smiles a bit looking at it but is cut off hearing footsteps coming to the door. He looks at the photo and makes his movements known, placing the photo onto the bed. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a piece of paper, making that movement known and places it next to the frame. He vanishes from the scene before the footsteps reach the door.

Jackie opens up the door to be greeted with a moved photo. Confused since, despite him not being super tidy, makes sure not to move that. He walks over to it and sees the paper. Written on it says "I am alive. I am sorry, Jackie." He holds onto the paper with a shaky hand. He hangs his head down and slowly beings to laugh till he lets out a big chuckle. "That son of a bitch" Relieved, his friend is alright.

Henrik storms off to get back home. As he approaches his house steps a sensation runs through his body. Without Marvin’s protection, Henrik yet again falls victim to Anti. His body twisted and manipulated no matter how hard he tries to fight it. Anti taking control once more as Henrik yells out. Making him go back to Jack's house from his little vacation in order to kill Jack off once and for all. However when they arrive, someone else is there instead. A father, a friend.

Chase being so happy to see Henrik despite not being able to recognize him at first since its been so long, sobbing at the sight of seeing his friend. Hugging him and breaking down but also filled with anger because he thought Henrik was dead and that he was the only one around who could help Jack. He tells Henrik everything about Jack and how he has been doing this for so long. How Jack is alive and in a coma and even he couldn't believe it. “Henrik” stays with Chase in the house, saying that he doesn’t want Chase to "worry about Jack and that he will take care of it" in a monotone voice. Anti using Henrik’s body however starts to shine through more and more each passing day. Chase coming across body parts and Henrik catching him, stating that “you weren’t suppose to find that”. Making Chase fear for what is going on because even though he knew Henrik to be out there and erratic, to bring things like that into Jack’s home was causing him to be nauseous.

Anti continuing on to the point where he is fed up with using the doctor’s body, gaining more power and mobility for something new, and instead has an interest in using Chase’s. After all, he finds out that he is the one the millions of people are seeing now a days. The one that knows exactly where Jack is laying fast asleep. He once and for all discards Henrik’s body, exposing himself in his true form in the darkness of the house. A form that Chase eventually runs into one night in his house, alone, as red light fills a room. However, killing Chase would be too easy. Seeing him suffer so much, putting the poor man out of his misery would be too satisfactory for him. An endless loop of not being able to die and never knowing the whereabouts of one’s family, thinking all of this is just some sort of horrible game, is much more fitting.

Marvin, similar how he did with Jackie, reaches out to find Henrik. He misses him and is worried. He tries to find him but its all dark. He cant find him anywhere. Worried as he walks around the house no one is found. He does hear noises though and he thinks perhaps its him. He walks up the stairs to see a terrified man, yelling at an entity as to where his family is. The flickering flame of the lighter goes out and everything is quiet. Anti whispers into Marvin's ear words he cannot understand. He tries to teleport the terrified man out of there but can't, no matter how hard he tries he can't get the man to leave. He snaps back to his body and stumbles backwards, rushing to his feat and reading himself, hoping he didn't lead Anti to his home.

He panics, that was Anti. That was the demon. Henrik can't be found and he is worrying that things are only getting worse. The poor man scared out of his wits. He knows he has to do something but he's afraid, he knows he can't do this alone. With a heavy heart, he teleports Jackie to his house. Completely off guard he looks at Marv completely shocked. A rush of anger, relief, happiness, and confusion rush over him. Yelling at Marv for leaving him but him also being so happy to see Marv again. Marvin states that hes sorry and he knows that he shouldn't of done that but he was just too afraid at the time, that death was all his doing. And he didn't want to lose another friend. He begs Jackie to help him with something. He plans on attacking Anti. But he asks Jackie to stay behind and help the bodies he will bring in and himself, for he knows that all of this will be too much for him. Jackie agrees and stays behind in the safety of the home as Marvin teleports to the house

Marvin arriving to put a protection spell around him as he tries to find Henrik’s body once more. But no matter how hard he tries, he cannot locate him. He then focuses on Chase instead and finds him, he places a protection spell on him. He rushes over to him, curled up and afraid, saying that he is going to try to get him out of this. Out of the corner of his eye he sees a shadow. He once again sees Anti face to face. All these years away, he has had enough of this. He stands in front of Chase, facing forward to the entity. They talk back and forth, Anti toying with his emotions and mind in hopes to make him explode out of rage instead of being smart with his powers. But for the most part, Marvin remains silent because he doesn’t want to fall victim for his games, not again.

Anti glitching in and out of reality all around him, creating reality around them itself twist and morph at the scenes. He has finally had enough and Marvin focuses his energy to obliterate Anti, wanting to set him ablaze, cast him out to where he once came. Casting spell after spell, using so much as to what hes got. But all of this is draining on Marvin, for not only is he protecting himself, he is doing so with others. The energy within him is draining and he knows it. He has to either take the protection spell off of himself and face the fact that he won’t be able to beat Anti, or remove it slowly from the others and use it on him as long as he can because he knows he is the only one right now that can vanquish Anti.

So, he does what he sadly knows he has to do, and thats the second option. Slowly taking it away from the others. But he doesn’t want them to die but he knows they are only mortals with no powers, they can’t do anything to save themselves, he is the only one who can now. With all of his might, he tries to get Anti out of the building and away from all of everyone. But his magic is running thinner, he can’t do much more soon. He begins to take more and more hits and his mind begins to play tricks on him all because of Anti.

He collapses to the ground, head spinning and ears ringing. Trying to get a second wind, looking up his blurry vision sees Jameson standing above him. How Jamie looked before the incident. He almost half smiles to himself and shakes his head because he knows this is just a trick. He taunts Anti, knowing that Jameson is gone and that his tricks wont hurt him anymore.

That is, till Jameson kicks him in the face.

Marvin shocked and holding his face, to yet again be struck with another blow that was worse than before. Jameson reaching down to him and picking him up by the shirt, not saying a word, but the look on his face speaking a thousand words. Rage in his expression and deep hatred in his eyes. Jameson’s thoughts echoing in the white room that they are in. How Marvin caused this, how he left Jameson to die. How all he did was watch as he died, when he could of stopped Anti, as all of this happened. Marvin getting out of Jameson’s grasp and saying how he isn’t real, how Jameson isn’t real, that this trick has gone on long enough and it wont fool him any longer. The room cracking and Jameson smiles.

He walks over to Marvin and grabs Marvin’s hand to then place it on his neck. He looks him dead in the eyes as the room booms once again, “This is not a trick, old sport.”

Marvin stumbling backwards and backing away from him slowly but Anti glitches in behind him to hold him. The room continuing to echo with Jameson’s thoughts, he explains in a rather cheerful tone that Anti gave him life again. Well, not exactly, but it was either stay by his side or suffer alone. And lets face it, being alone is not his style, the beloved motion picture star. Watching Anti all these years and being by his side was oh so wonderful. Seeing millions of people grasping onto Anti alone? The thought of him too having that admiration was just too glorious for him to give up and just die. The joy of working with him and being able to go throughout timelines beside him was just too amazing for him to let go of. Sure, he had thoughts of stopping and helping Jack, maybe even for a short time use his actions to aid him, but that was foolish of him to do. Anti making that abundantly clear. Being loyal towards Anti has payed off for him thus far, after all, he was the one that kept him alive when someone who he thought was his friend couldn’t even do that.

Marvin begins to beg out in desperation that he does still care for him, how all of these years he tried so long to go back in time to save him. But Jameson doesn’t believe a word. He only believes what he has been shown from Anti and has been taught for so long. He plans on helping Anti end all of this. He trusts Anti.Marvin reluctantly and with a heavy heart having no choice but to fight his best friend along with the monster that caused all of this grief. But, despite all his best efforts, he cannot take on the both of them alone. He gets bloody, beaten, and slowly hanging onto his last chance at life. He knows he cannot beat them, and he also knows death is approaching him soon. Him regretting taking so long to figure out his powers. How he cannot even prefect things now to be able to save people let alone himself. His best friend, the one that he so desperately wanted to save, is now having this mind set that all of this is justified and fine as he gets hit by every single punch, kick, and stab.

He knows he doesn't have time left and he doesn't want to die yet. He uses his energy to give Chase some protection and vanishes as fast as he could out of there.

He comes home, beaten bloody and hardly breathing. Jackie rushing to Marv's side and holding him up, guiding him to the bed. Jackie talking him through this that everything will be okay. Trying not to get choked up at this sight as he rushes to close shelves of medicine and medical supplies that surly this would be enough to help some, that Marvin could have some energy left to heal himself. But Marvin lets out a weak call to Jackie's name and an open hand, just looking at him knowing that there is nothing they can do. Jackie trying not to cry as he goes back to Marv's side and holds his hand tightly.Marvin saying how he knew this was a dumb idea, how all of this was his own fault. But Jackie keeps denying it over and over. Marvin squeezing his hand, saying that "I might not of been best for these powers. All those super heroes you talk about are kind, caring, helpful. Thats not me Jackie. But you, you are that. You can handle these powers, better than I ever could. Please..Jackie. I know you can end all of this."

Jackie sobbing and holding Marvin's hand giving it a squeeze, kneeling down to be eye level with him on the bed side. Saying doubts that he could do it. But Marvin pleads one more, he doesn't want to die with these powers, he doesn't want to die and have no one be able to save people, to fix things. or worse, those powers falling into that already powerful demon Jackie shuts his eyes and nods his head yes. Marvin sending shocks of powerful burning energy into Jackie's body through his hand. Leaving his body cold and still.

Jackie opens his eyes to see Marvin's lifeless body. He holds him close, sobbing as he hugs onto him tightly, thunder rolling in loud and fast outside. Letting out a loud blood curdling scream, lightning strikes the ocean water outside as he calls out in agony over the loss of a dear friend.

His corpse lays inside the house, all alone. Jackie leaving his friend to rest with flowers, a clean home, and photo of them together being held in his hand. Tiny lights flickering in the quiet home. The fire goes out. Cold wind blows in and a dark shadow lures over Marvin's corpse. His eyes open up solid black. Marvin and Jameson are reunited once more, soul bound to the Demon they conjured.

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