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its-not-a-phase-mom-i-d8-demons · 3 years

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pairings: Lucifer x Fem!Reader, Mammon x Fem!Reader, Leviathan x Fem!Reader

warnings: tw abandonment (but it turns out okay, I promise), mentions of the act of birthing,

A/N: you came to the right place! as the second oldest of six children, I have some experience when it comes to pregnancy:) I hope you don't mind, nonny, but I'm gonna split this up into a few parts so I can do the dateables as well!

Lucifer

The moment you had shyly produced the positive pregnancy test from the pocket of your hoodie, it felt like Lucifer had entered into a fever dream filled with nursery designs, baby names, the expenses that pile up before the baby even arrives, researching human pregnancy, keeping you out of harm's way and healthy and happy...

So when you first stagger out of bed and rush to his bathroom, hand clamped over your mouth and one shaky hand on your slightly swollen tummy, Lucifer isn't surprised

He is very concerned, however. You had been so nervous to tell him of your pregnancy, you waited until the last moment before your bump was noticeable to tell him

That meant you had been suffering from all of these pregnancy side effects before he'd permanently moved you to sleep in his room

Lucifer hoists himself out of bed and pads into the bathroom, gathering up your hair, if any, into his fist and pulling your hunched form between his legs for support

You hate this feeling with a passion; throbbing stomach and a lump in your throat with little to no vertigo and tears rolling down your face as you try and catch your breath

You tell him it hurts, you ask him if he can take the pain away as your head rests on his chest, lashes fluttering with wooziness

Lightheadedness was unbearably common; you would suddenly grip his sleeve and he could watch the color drain from your face and your knees get shaky, body beginning to sway

He always catches you though, finding a place for you to sit or lie down and gather yourself

Tummy rubs become more common; the feeling of his hands against your bare tummy, spreading their warmth and nullifying the ache, allowing you to relax

He's extremely attentive as well and can tell whenever you need something

Water? Here's a cup sweetheart, remember, you're hydrating and eating for two people!

Craving something? Chocolate? Fried pickles? Chips of some kind? sweets? He's stockpiled anything you could want and locked it away just for you.

I feel like Lucifer would want your baby to be a little girl. A little princess he can carry on his shoulders and spoil with his love and gifts.

Satan ruined him for having another baby boy, but if that's how the cards fall, he certainly wouldn't mind. Unfortunately, he'd be constantly walking on eggshells, afraid he'll make your little boy into another rebellious child

That's the last thing he wants

Lucifer does his best to keep his kid away from Satan and Belphie and out of the 'Formerly Anti-Lucifer League', but sometimes you're taking a nap or out shopping with Asmodeus, and Satan and his brothers manage to coerce the little one into their shenanigans

One thing is for sure though, even if Lucifer didn't want any kids and the creation of one was unplanned, he would never ever turn you away

He's very responsible and does anything in his power to make the pregnancy as easy and happy as possible

On the day you are to give birth, he's a mess

He has already sweat through 3 shirts by the time the IV has been secured to your hand

Everything he says doesn't come without a stutter

He's squeezing your hand and kissing your hair during labor, trying to distract you from the burn between your legs as much as he can

You probably need extra stitches from baby's horns ngl

Definitely cries before the baby is even put in your arms

Refuses to let his brothers come and see you, "They can wait until we go home."

Lucifer is Smitten™

He smooches the tiredness under your eyes and tells you to get some rest

Surprisingly, he enjoys a lot of the names from the human world you discuss and will most likely pick one of those

But if it's a girl, her name is Lilith. I'm sorry MC, your input is invalid at this time

You don't regret 'final day in the devildom sex' at all when you get to witness the Avatar of Pride reduced to tears when the nurse puts the child in his arms

P-P-Pregnant? MC, ya better be jokin'...

Mammon

You weren't, judging by the pregnancy test(s) clutched in your fist

He's not mad at you, he's not upset, (in fact, he's the happiest he's ever been), he just scared

Broken Condom Victim™

He loved you just a bit too hard last week...

but let's be real here, HIS MC, carrying HIS baby?

That's like the highest level of ownership on his lovely human you could get! Levi, Asmo, Beel, Lucifer, everyone would be SOOOO JEALOUS!!!

AND

He gets to have a little one running around again!

You saw how sweet he was to babified Satan in the obey me anime premier! He LOVES little kids and nothing would make him happier than someone to play with (besides MC of course) that wouldn't make fun of him for messing up and being silly!

AND

You're so pretty!!

I mean, ya were always pretty, but somethin' about ya is different and yer even more beautiful than before somehow!

Mammon said, his entire face the shade of a pomegranate

Pregnancy glow is REAL

Asmo agrees, after stealing you away from an extremely overprotective mammon and hiding in the attic to chat without disturbance (mammon)

But as much as YOU know he would be the BEST father, comments from his brothers continue to drag him down and the evenings he cried into your shoulder became more and more frequent as your pregnancy progresses

Mammon, as we all know, is, in fact, a tiddy man

He likes to touch and squeeze them, and just gently hold them while cuddling or even browsing in a store, he'd just come up behind you and touch your boobs

(also, mammon likes all sizes, so if you have next to no tiddy like me, you'll be at his mercy as well. those with the large honkers, however, watch yourself)

Now that there's a miracle growing in your tummy, other parts of your body are preparing for its arrival, including your chest

Swelling, swelling, soreness, growing and darkening of the nipples, and swelling make it so Mammon can no longer touch your pretty tiddies :(((

(grammarly didn't like that word)

On the day mammon snack size was to be born, mammon is silent but extremely fidgety

It was early in the morning when you'd shaken him awake like, "mammoney, I'm going into labor" and he was out of bed and out the door with your luggage before you finished blinking

After grabbing your DDD's and you, he carries you down to the car (what dysfunctional family doesn't have a car? a nice one (Mercedes, Audi, you get the idea) for lucifer and a Volkswagon bus or something for his siblings to share) and drives quickly, but very carefully drives to the hospital, holding your hand the whole way.

He covers your eyes when they put the IV in, just in case you're squeamish, and rubs your arms as the drugs begin to take effect and there's a little fear in your eyes at the thought of pushing an entire human/demon being out of your coochie

He assures you and never lets go of your hand no matter how long you're in labor

When it's all over with and you are resting in your hospital bed waiting for the doctors to finish the Apgar tests and give you your baby

Mammon is speechless as the nurse places the baby in your arms

That's HIS KID!!

Immediately starts crying

The little horns poking out of the blanket? Those look just like his!!

Judging by the bit of hair on it's head, it looks like the baby will have hair like yours

If it's a baby boy, he thinks it should be named "Mammon II" but you just giggle and remind him of the deal he made with lucifer long ago, that his first born child, no matter the gender, had to have 'Lucifer' somewhere in their name

Human names are dumb, except for yours of course, so he searches for suitable demon names

The last thing he wants is a kid named Lucifer, so that will be the kid's middle name

He really regrets his past decisions now

Leviathan

"Levi?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"I'm pregnant."

*leviathan has been KO'd*

No joke, this man is literally floored and didn't wake up for a while and you were afraid you had just slain the fucking Lord of Shadows

Some Henry you were

You had to call Lucifer in to wake him up because he was still flat on the floor a half and hour later

Mammon is more that happy to tip a bucket of ice water on the face of the son of a bitch that impregnated HIS MC

Levi wakes up and pounces on you, gripping you tightly by the arms

"You're k-kidding r-right?"

Him? A father?

Uhhhhhhh

Unfortunately, Leviathan.exe has stopped working, try again in two thousand years

I hate to say this, but he definitely detaches himself for a while until his brothers, especially Asmodeus, literally beat him into shape

He comes back to you, a little bruised and sobbing, but not from the beating he just received

He's so sorry he neglected you! He's such a horrible demon, undeserving of your welcoming nature

He's gonna be the worst dad, and he's not good enough for you, and his kid will hate him just like everyone else does, he doesn't deserve you, he's so sorry for making you suffer the side effects and feel all alone,

Sir, I-

FALSE

It's your turn to shake some sense into him, reminding him that he would be the. best. dad!!

Not to mention the fact that you were just happy he realized his mistakes and came back to you

He begs you to sleep in his bed tub with him for security, and you have to admit his tail is very comforting

Levi does extensive research on human pregnancy and now at the dinner table, instead of talking about the latest slice of life anime he'd been watching, he's just spouting random pregnancy facts and you're laughing so hard it brings you to tears

When the weird dreams and vivid nightmares happen, Levi is right behind you, rubbing your swollen tummy, and letting you talk about them

A lot of them were about him and about your future child

Most of them were about how they got hurt in some way, either that or YOU got hurt and the baby died

These, more often than not, brought you to tears and stress you out, but Levi is right there, okay? Nothing can hurt you, nor would he let anything happen to you on his watch

Learns how to massage you (safely) to reduce stress

Definitely talks to the baby a lot

Levi begged you to be induced so the birth was safe and not a sudden occasion and you agree

On the day the doctor recommended, you arrived at the hospital and got down to business

Levi didn't really want to be in the room with you, but he knew he had to for your sake and he'd played a few birth simulators from both perspectives and you really needed him

Kinda sits there awkwardly comforting you and encouraging you, holding your hand and caressing your cheeks, a bit flushed from exertion and tears

Listen

If the baby is a boy, his name will be Henry and that's final

If it's a girl, he doesn't really care, as long as you don't name her 'mammonia' or something dumb like that

definitely crashes your hospital bed to snuggle until the baby is ready

cries when the baby wraps its extremely small digits around one of his own

also at the little horns protruding from its head

and the tuft of purple in its head

Also Smitten™

He's so excited to get home and show off his beautiful baby to his brothers and then formulate a plan to raise the kid to live and breathe TSL just like his daddy <3

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yayteaberry · 3 years

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*SFW* Dumbass! (Bakugou)

When you were about two years old, your family made a huge move from America to Japan. Your father found suitable hero work there so that’s where you stayed. His quirk worked much like a wolfs, giving him heightened senses and much more mobility. Naturally you inherited the physical aspects such as a tail and ears, though much of you remained human like your mother.

Growing up, you quickly bonded with your neighbor's son, Katsuki Bakugou.

Your fiery and determined attitude worked really well with him and he made for an excellent playmate. He could handle your tendency to roughhouse and wrestle, if anything he seemed to enjoy it. You two were inseparable, spending a near unhealthy amount of time with each other, this carried well into your schooling years.

Despite claiming you had your own intentions behind it, you did follow him like a lost puppy. It was quite obvious to everyone around you that you’d do anything for him, except for him of course.

You were almost dangerously defensive over him, snapping at people who questioned or pushed at him while you were around.

It made you seriously upset when other people touched him or got to speak with him more than you, heavily sulking and pouting until you got your opportunity for his attention. As guilty as you could feel about it in retrospect, you really can’t help it.

When you had his attention all to yourself, you loved to spar with him more than anything else. It wasn’t like it was a special activity but still it felt like something between you and him. As you grew up ‘wrestling’ became something skin to sparring and then just became a routine part of training once he got into UA. Though there was a nostalgic undertone, in the past it used to be something he’d only do with you, and you were having a hard time letting go.

Currently you were waiting for him to come back to his room so you could ask him to do just that. He enters his room right on time, totally unperturbed you were already inside since you’d made a habit of coming in anytime you wanted.

“Hey! Lets go practice!”, you chirp as you hop off his bed, excitedly skipping up to him.

“Nah, I just finished up doing that with Kirishima for the past hour and I wanna take a break.” He speaks as he nonchalantly drops his bag to the floor.

It’s somehow more insulting that you can smell how sweaty he is.

“What the fuck do you mean ‘no’?”, with a disgusted huff you size him up, angry enough to just tackle him already.

“Fucks your problem? I didn’t promise you anything today.”

You pout as you often do, crossing your arms over your chest, ears pinched back. “Yeah but why would you run off with him like that! I’m right here! You in love with him or something?”

He rolls his eyes and matches your stance with his standard snarl, staring you down. The height difference does nothing to make you intimidated, and it never has. “I can do what I want. He asked me first and either way I need to branch out and win against different people who actually provide a challenge.”

You scoff and throw your hands at your sides after balling them into fists, stomping your foot down to accent your disapproval. “I do provide a challenge, you don’t win every time you asshole! I bet he was really terrible at it, not nearly as good as me!”

The way his face scrunches up a moment makes you narrow your eyes, not sure what he’s thinking about. When a big grin breaks out you feel your rage double.

“You’re jealous of him.”

That makes you nearly explode, snorting out a scoff and shaking your head. “Not in your wildest fucking dreams! I am not jealous!”

“Yes, yes you are.”, he says after a laugh that makes your face feel hot.

“Stop talking so calmly! I just said I’m not so I’m not! Shut the fuck up! Shut up, you’re so dumb sometimes!”, you shout back at him, turning your head to the side as you instantly loathe your inability to shut your mouth.

He only smiles wider, leaning close into your personal space, gently flicking your nose. “You totally are, I can see it.”

You swat at his hand and growl, tail bristling as you go fully defensive. “I said shut the fuck up! There’s nothing jealous about me! I just don’t think you should be spending your time with such a loser!”

Easily he grabs your hand, tilting his head and speaking with such a mocking tone you have to keep down the urge to bite him. “Oh? And, just who do you recommend replacing him? If not him, then who? If you’re not jealous then I assume you’ve got another person in mind. C’mon, I’m all ears.”

With a harsh yank you get your hand back, pushing on his chest and getting even more frustrated when he doesn’t budge. “Shut up! I said shut up! Stop being such a bastard about this!”

“Why should I? You’re the one freaking out.”

“I AM NOT FREAKING OUT!”, you shout, freaking out.

“It’s adorable that you get so upset just because I spent an hour with someone else, you’re all pink in the face over it. That’s jealousy if I’ve ever seen it.” He can’t wipe the smirk off his face when you act like it, he did always find it cute when you get so heated over him giving you attention.

“I’m not upset and I’m not jealous! I just don’t like you accusing me of things that I’m not! You’re a fucking idiot!”, you continually spout, upper lip curled up as your breathing turns into gruff pants, barely avoiding the urge to start barking.

Despite how you look fit to maul him, he finds himself perfectly comfortable grabbing one of your ears, delicately massaging it between his fingers. The action almost instantly starts working to calm you down, feeling so good you lean into it without realizing it. Though you’re still pouting, the raging fire has simmered down greatly.

“I can’t only spar with you, I do need to improve my technique.” He speaks as he continues, now using both hands for both ears.

You puff out a large breath, “Well why can’t you do that with me? I can change my fighting style, do different things. If you need something different then why can’t you tell me what?”

“Why is this so important to you? We hang out a fuck ton outside of doing that so whats the difference.” His voice is laced with annoyance, making you wince internally.

“Because he’s got his stupid hands all over you.”, you reply, mildly hypnotized enough by his massaging that you let some of the truth slip out.

“So you should be the only person allowed to touch me?” He raises an eyebrow at that, nearly letting out another laugh.

Your stomach sinks at the implication of what you’ve said, attempting to fishtail your way out of it. “No! Just, that, well! Why’s it even matter, you’re not listening to me anyways! God is it too much to ask that you pay some attention to your best friend sometimes!” You grab at his wrists and pull his hands away, tossing them away.

“What the hell would you even call this right now? You even sleep in here most nights, how the fuck can I possibly give you more attention! Do you wanna be attached at the fuckin hip!”, he says with an exasperated grunt, pinching at the bridge of his nose.

“Shut up! It’s just comfortable here is all, not a crime to have preference! S-So what if I like it in here? So what if I don’t think you should let just anybody get their hands all over you!” You anxiously fidget with your hands, shrugging passively despite your raised volume.

“So you admit that you’re upset about me sparring with Kirishima because you don’t want him to touch me!”, he says while he points an accusatory finger towards you.

“Yea, whatever! So what!”, you shout as you throw your arms up, sitting back on his bed forcefully enough to bounce a few times, “Not a fucking crime is it! It’s contact, I’m part wolf you know, it’s kinda in my blood!”

“I have to do other shit besides enable your needy ass, you should be grateful I allow you to do all the shit you do!” He puts his hands on his hips, leaning down to get in your personal space.

“I’m not fucking needy!”, you shoot back instantly, nails digging into your palms.

“That’s right, you’re needy AND jealous!”

You can’t handle anymore slander being thrown at you, lunging off the bed and tackling him to the floor with a loud growl.

He goes down but flips you underneath him the moment he makes full connection with the ground, holding your wrists together in one hand above your head. Squirming around somewhat violently gets you free, pushing him by his chest to get him away. Once he’s off balance you shove him back onto the floor, sitting on his back.

As you grab one of his arms to twist, he shoves you backwards hard enough that you tumble off. That disorients you long enough for him to pin you down, his chest against your back and your face partially mashed into the floor. You can’t reach him like this, so you get up on your knees before he’s able to hold your hips flat down, wiggling like before to see if you can escape.

But, it doesn’t work, all it does is make him grunt strangely as your tail awkwardly presses into his stomach. To submit so he’ll get off, you relax, your ass settling against his lap.

“Giving up? Say it, say you’re giving up!” He says with the usual grit, tugging one of your arms backwards.

You yelp in pain, no longer willing to go gently into defeat. “I’m not giving up, I just want your boner out of my ass!”

“Don’t distract and fuckin’ lie, say you’re done!”, he punctuates his sentence by yanking your arm.

Just to prove a point you made up on the spot, you wiggle your hips against him, definitely winning by the way he lets go of your arm and sits upright to grab at your hips instead, letting a soft ‘fuck’ slip past his lips.

You’ve already started crawling away when he shoves you forward, falling onto your face with zero grace.

“Hey! Asshole, don’t push me!”, you whine as you rub at your nose, nearly sneezing.

“Serves you right!”

“Oh, for fucking what!”, you get back to your feet, seeing that he’s sat down on his bed.

“I don’t have to explain it to you!” He plops down onto his bed, once again crossing his arms over his chest.

“So that means you’re so cowardly you won’t admit that was a dirty play!”, you spit out at him as you stomp over to him, standing in front of him.

He nearly jumps up, getting right in your face to try and make you back down. “Don’t think I forgot what you’re trying to distract me from. This is all because you can’t accept that I can’t be up your ass all day like you are up mine!”

You don’t fold in the least, if anything leaning in close enough that your nose bumps into his. “Fuck. You.”

“Jealous bitch!”

“Stuck up bastard!”

The staring contest you’re having is intense, full of tension that threatens to explode if you so much as blink.

Suddenly, there’s a shift in the energy, gaze softening for just a split second before he presses his mouth onto yours. It’s not until he pulls away that you realize that was supposed to be a kiss, turning red as a tomato as your eyes widen.

Bakugou was actually blushing, looking at you as if he’s having a hard time with something. Which did scare you a bit since he was always so sure of himself. “You’re fucking stupid sometimes but you know you’re mine. So, just say it.”

“... What..?”, you say after a full ten seconds of star struck silence.

He grimaces and collects himself for a moment before speaking through gritted teeth. “I’m asking your dumbass to go out with me.”

“That’s not really asking, you didn’t even phrase it as a question...” Your eyebrows knit together as you shoot him a confused look.

“Well what’s your fucking answer!” He rolls his eyes and clicks his tongue against his teeth, something he always does when he’s nervous.

“Of course it’s yes, I’m not completely braindead,” you smile and kiss him on the cheek, very pleased over the outcome of the argument, “only stipulation is that you tell me before you rub yourself all over another person. In return I’ll stop threatening to bite everyone.”

#bakugou katsuki #bakugou katuski x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #bakugou fluff #fluff #mha fluff #a03 fic

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remnantoforario · 3 years

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In the grand scheme, I don't really care all that much about Ironwood killing Jacques. He had become a terrible character and lost all the gravitas and menace that was established in V4, but from a pure character and story standpoint, it infuriates me.

Jacques was definitely a POS who likely deserved a fiery death for all the terrible things he did, but the fact that his death and/or him will more than likely never be mentioned again or simply breezed over is really the worst part.

@why-i-hate-rwby-now made a post about how we were essentially robbed from "broke and destitute" Jacques, which is a very good point, but I'm more upset at the fact that this means we will never fully get closure for the Schnee Family as a whole.

We will never be able to see them come together as a family and confront the abuser who screwed up their dynamic in the first place. We'll never truly know WHY Jacques became such a malignant asshole. Was he always like this and Willow ignored it? Did he hide his terrible character well enough to get close to her (like Blake and Yang claimed Adam did)? Did he become this way after taking on the pressure and the power of the company? We'll more than likely never know now, and I get some people don't care about that and that's completely fine, but I'm just a little weird like that. I wanted to see this family explored through the Atlas arc.

We could have seen him trying to worm his way back into his family's good graces, only to fail miserably. We could have seen him react to Weiss' "death". We could have seen Whitley trying to defend him, but Jacques fuck it all up and have his son realize just what kind of monster he truly is (not that he probably didn't know already). Hell, we could have possibly even seen him have a full blown redemption arc and the Schnees come together as a unit. A lot of potential was literally blown away because CRWBY didn't know what else to do with him or just didn't care.

I almost hate to say this...but if you want to see this plotline done BETTER, look no further than Fairy Tail. Specifically Lucy's relationship with her Father, Jude.

Lucy and Weiss are both similar in that they were born into wealthy families and wanted to define themselves OUTSIDE of said families.

Lucy became a wizard and joined the Fairy Tail guild, while Weiss became a Huntress at Beacon instead of her home of Atlas.

Long story short for Lucy, there was a whole arc (Phantom Lord) wherein in the main conflict was her father paying a rival guild to forcibly bring her back home so she could be married off to some rich socialite. The enemy is defeated and Lucy is saved, and in the end she gets this amazing moment where she defiantly tells off her father and reaffirms that she will never be what he wants her to be. She is her own person and she even threatens him to never attack her friends again. It's a really cool scene, IMO.

The story isn't done with Jude though, he comes back later in the Fantasia Arc. This time broke, destitute, and begging for Lucy's help (more specifically her money). When she refuses he starts getting and berating her, prompting her to tell him off leave him behind again. Later she saves him when he's attacked by some bandits, and this is when Jude starts to finally change and realize that his daughter still cares about him despite the crap he's done.

The last time we hear of Jude is after the seven year time skip. Lucy hears about his death, but it doesn't really hit her until she gets back home. Her father sent her birthday presents every year after she disappeared and wrote her letters all the time hoping that they would meet again, but he died from overwork a month before Lucy and the others returned.

That's where the beautiful tragedy of this plot thread comes in. Lucy never got see her father become a better person. She never got to see him become the man that her mother fell in love with. She was robbed of that and was left with nothing but this bittersweet feeling of fatherly love. It's a sad but perfect end to their story.

Weiss never really gets any of that. She says back in V2 that her goal is to redeem the Schnee name after what her father has done to it, but she never really does that. Sure we the audience get to see her do all this heroic stuff, but the wider world doesn't see it or care. To them she's still a spoiled heiress. She's really done nothing to work towards her ultimate goal.

The one time she tells off her father she gets slapped and locked in her room. She later escapes but she never gets back at him until she gets her father arrested in V7 (and even then her mother did all the work for her).

I'm not saying she needed to be as involved as Lucy was, but it certainly wouldn't have hurt. Unlike Lucy, Weiss still has her entire family with her. So there are different ways for her to see Jacques and learn how to properly deal with him. Obviously the women in the family see him as a controlling tyrant (because he is), but Whitley might be completely different in his interpretation of his father.

We saw how distraught he was when Jacques was arrested. Whitely more than likely knew that Jacques was a horrible parent, but at the same time (for better or worse) Jacques was the only parent who gave him any attention. Willow was content with drinking her life away and both of his sisters (who could have helped shelter him from the abuse) up and left. Jacques was likely the only one who cared for him (at least enough to try and mold him into his own image). Willow was to drunk to care, Weiss completely gave up without even trying, and Winter had long since written off everyone in her family who wasn't Weiss. Whitley adds a whole new avenue to this story, but again we'll never see it explored.

TLDR; Jacques death might have been cathartic for some, but in the grand scheme it's just another case of RWBY missing out on potential stories to flesh out it's characters.

#RWBY #RWDE #Jacques Schnee #Schnee Family #Winter Schnee #Willow Schnee #Whitely Schnee #Fairy Tail #Lucy Heartfilia #Jude Heartfilia

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detectivejay-chuckles-halstead · 4 years

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Hello Again // Pt 3 // Jay Halstead x Reader

Description: You and Jay bond over a mutual understanding while you figure yourself out.

Words: 3708

Warnings: Domestic Violence, PTSD, Anxiety

Pairing: Jay x Reader

A/N: Thank you all for the continued support. It’s hard for me to write this seeing as it hits a little too close to home. But I do it 1) to help me process it and 2) to bring awareness to the struggles of domestic violence. I hope you all enjoy the new chapter.

Part 1 Part 2

The weekend went smooth, Jay having switched out with Kim on Saturday night and Hailey taking over Sunday. You weren't expecting Jay until Monday night, but you'd mentioned having to change forms at Blake's school. Which is why he was waiting outside with a McDonald's bag for both you and Blake.

"Jay!" Blake called out when he saw the man, running to him and giving him a hug.

"Hey, buddy. I got you breakfast," he told the boy, handing him his McDonald's bag. He stood up, opening the backdoor of his truck to let Blake climb in. You relaxed as he shut the door, letting him take you in his arms. "You feeling okay? Heard it was a rough weekend."

"I'm doing okay. Just figuring out next steps. I know I shouldn't but-" He cut you off.

"It's okay to make plans, Y/N. I'd be worried if you weren't. Plus, you're stuck with me all day. Food?" You laughed as you took the bag before he helped you in the truck.

Blake spent the drive in a mix of eating and talking Jay's ear off. It definitely hadn't been a smooth weekend, but Blake seemed to be taking it in strides compared to you. He'd told him about the social worker and the nice doctor at the hospital.

Dr Charles had spoken to you before you'd left that day, suggesting both you and Blake made appointments. You were more than considering it, already figuring out scheduling with his office. It seemed like a good idea. He’d told you that it didn’t seem like Blake really had any severe lasting effects aside from anxiety -- which he assured was a good thing, that it could have been much worse. It still made you feel like a horrible parent. Dr Charles had really stressed the importance of you coming to see him, though. With your anxiety and panic attacks, the lasting physical trauma as well as the emotional. You weren’t going to deny that you were struggling even after just a few days after leaving Jason.

“Can you come in with me?” you asked Jay softly as he neared the school. His response was just reaching over and taking your hand in his own, giving you that silent confirmation that he wasn’t going anywhere. You allowed some of the tension to drop out of your shoulders. Already, doing this was going to be a bit easier with Jay next to you.

“You ready, buddy?” Jay asked your son, looking at Blake in the rearview mirror as soon as the truck was in park

“Yeah!” he agreed with a smile, unbuckling his seatbelt. The three of you got out of the car, Jay’s hand brushing yours as you walked. You decided to take a move, albeit a small one, linking your pinky with his. As much as you wanted to see his reaction, you kept looking ahead. If you were being honest, you were scared. But you knew that was okay, feeling his pinky tighten just enough to keep a hold.

The two of you walked Blake to his classroom before going to the front office.

“Hello, Mrs Franklin,” Patricia the office assistant greeted with a smile. “And who do you have with you today?”

“I’m actually here to change Blake’s emergency contact paperwork. Jason and I are splitting,” you informed her. Jay’s hand came to rest on your lower back. “I need to take Jason off the paperwork, as well as remove him as an authorized guardian to take Blake off school property. And I need to add Jay here in his place.”

“Okay, let me grab that paperwork,” she agreed, getting up and walking to the filing cabinet. You were startled when Jay leaned in, mouth next to your ear.

“What are you doing?” he whispered, hand still resting on your back.

“You’re his father, Jay,” you reminded him. “And I know we haven’t talked about how much you want to be involved, but you have as much of the right to be on that paperwork as I do. I wasn’t planning on doing it today, just taking Jason off. But...you were here.” You looked up at him, a soft smile on your lips as he nodded in agreement.

“The two of you just need to fill out this paperwork,” Patricia told the two of you, handing over a clipboard.

“I should let you know…” But Jay didn’t let you get it out before he grabbed it from Patricia, looking between you and the paperwork. “I was going to tell you before you grabbed the paperwork,” you sighed.

“You could have told me days ago that his name is Blake Halstead,” he reminded you. It was true, but you were already so scared he was going to run.

“Can we just...do this paperwork?” He nodded, focusing his attention on the paperwork. There really wasn’t anything for you to fill out besides your agreement signature.

“Here you go,” Jay told Patricia, handing her the clipboard. “Could you also do us a favor?” The older woman nodded in agreement. “If Jason shows up here at all, give me a call.” He handed her his card, getting a nod as she slid it in Blake’s file. The two of you walked out of the school, and you couldn’t help but be a bit tense. You weren’t sure how upset Jay was about the revelation. Over the past three years, you’d learned to think that every argument, every disagreement, every silent treatment, every screaming match would turn nuclear. It was ingrained in your head that violence could happen at the drop of a hat.

-----

Things seemed to be going well. The two of you had gotten married less than a month ago; the honeymoon phase of your relationship was still in full effect. Jason seemed to love Blake like he was his own. That was all you could ever ask for, hope for. And he treated you like you were his world.

“What’s this?” he asked you one night as you were laid out on the couch, Blake having already gone to bed. You were engrossed in a book, so you didn’t look up. “I asked you, what is this?” he asked again, grabbing your book and holding up a cocktail napkin.

“Some guy slipped me his number last week. I was gonna throw it away when I did laundry tomorrow,” you answered as you sat up, not sure why he was making a big deal out of it.

“Did you call him?” Jason then followed up with. There was no way he was getting jealous was there? He knew you wouldn’t cheat on him, right?

“Of course not, Jason. I love you. Nobody else,” you assured him, standing up and cupping his cheek. He backed up, balling up the napkin and tossing it on the floor. “Why are you making this such a big deal?”

“You’re the one with some random guy’s phone number!” he corrected. All you saw in his eyes was rage before you felt the sting on your cheek, tears coming to your eyes. You were too shocked to do anything besides look at the floor where your eyes landed after the impact. If only you’d known then that it was only going to be the first time, not even close to the last.

-----

“You do this thing where you space out,” Jay mentioned, rousing you again, You hadn’t realized you’d leaned your head on the window, staring out at the traffic, too lost in your own thoughts. “Talk to me, please?”

“Dr Charles said the same thing the other day,” you mumbled, continuing to watch the cars go by as he drove. You weren’t sure where you were at or where you were going. The only thing you did know was that you were safe as long as Jay was there. “He said he thinks it’s me disassociating as a coping mechanism.”

“Do you remember when we first met, how much of a mess I was?” You nodded, feeling his hand on yours. You weren’t sure if he was trying to get more of your attention or if it was just a comforting thing for him. He’d always been a touchy kind of guy. “Disassociating is very common in PTSD.”

“I don’t have PTSD, Jay,” you corrected, glancing over at him, seeing him perplexed. You weren’t sure why though, eyes back out the window. “You have a reason to have PTSD, a war you fought in. I don’t.”

“It’s not called Shell Shock anymore for a reason, Y/N. Anybody can get PTSD. You lived -- more or less -- in a hostage situation for the past three years. I may not know exactly what you went through, or those feelings. But I am here for you. I understand the anxiety and the triggers and the flashbacks. Even if you aren’t experiencing them, or if you don’t realize you are. You have somebody here who understands.” You squeezed his hand, the neighborhood beginning to look very familiar.

“Why are we here?” you asked, breath catching in your throat.

Your heart started pounding in your chest. You couldn’t breathe. Why couldn’t you breathe? You didn’t feel the truck stop, breaths shallow and fast as you gripped his hand like a vise. You weren’t supposed to be here. Jay had promised...You never had to go back. Never. That’s why you left. Thoughts swirled in your head, not able to pick out just one. You felt his hands on you, felt him turn your head to look at him.

“Y/N, look at me,” he instructed, but it sounded like you were underwater, blood rushing in your ears. “Look at me. Focus on me.” His hands cupped your cheeks, pulling you back just enough to focus. Not enough to calm down though. “He’s not here. My team has made sure of it.”

You tried listening, but all you could see was Jason. He was going to be inside. You knew it. He was going to be inside, and he was going to kill you.

“Do you trust me?” Jay then asked. That was a loaded question. Of course you trusted him. It was Jason you didn’t trust. You just nodded, not trusting your voice. “We’re going to go inside. You’re going to pack whatever you need or want to take. And then we’re going to go back to the apartment. Ruzek and Kim are tailing Jason right now. They’ll let me know if he heads this way. You’re safe. I promise. Just breathe with me. You’re safe.”

He began doing a deep breathing exercise which you mimicked the best you could, finally feeling like your chest wasn’t collapsing in on itself. Your heart was still racing. You were still terrified. But Jay knew what he was talking about. Right? The two of you sat there, staring at each other, breathing for another five minutes before he led you inside.

-----

“Jay,” you mumbled as you felt him roughly roll onto his side.

The two of you had been sharing a bed for a month. It wasn’t the first time he’d woken you up, but it was the first time he didn’t wake himself up. His leg brushed against yours as you heard him mumble something before letting out a choked out sob.

You sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. The two of you had gone to bed early for once, falling asleep just holding each other. He’d had a rough day, but didn’t want to talk about it. You couldn’t blame him though. From what little he’d told you, it was obvious that whatever had happened while he was in Afghanistan was...horrible. He’d bunched the pillow up, holding onto it. You could see a look of discomfort on his face. Or maybe it was fear. It was hard to tell while he was asleep.

“Jay,” you said again, a little more forcefully as your hand came down on his shoulder.

His eyes shot open. It was easy to tell he didn’t know he was safe, that he was in your apartment as he reached out to grab your wrist. You quickly pulled away though.

“Jay!” He blinked a few times, tears on his cheeks that you didn’t recognize sooner. “You’re okay,” you assured him as he ran a hand across his face. “Want to talk about it?”

“Not really,” he answered as he got up, stretching out his shoulders. You’d seen his scars, knew that he’d been through a lot. He paced the bedroom, but didn’t venture further before joining you in bed again. He leaned into you, your arm draping over his shoulders.

“I know we really don’t know each other that well,” you told him softly, kissing the top of his head. “But I do care about you. And if you ever want to talk about it, I’m here to listen.”

-----

You thought since you’d gone to Jay, that you would never be back here. But that was a pipe-dream, Jay being the one to drag you back. Your hands were shaking as you unlocked the front door. There was glass shattered on the floor, crunching under your shoes as you walked.

“I don’t want to take much, Jay,” you told him softly, trying to keep it together. “Some of my clothes. Some of Blake’s. His favorite toys. Pictures…” You trailed off as you stared at the dent in the wall in the living room. It felt like you were walking back into your own personal Hell. You couldn’t keep the images from flashing in your mind. Every time he hit you. Every time your blood stained the floor, down on your hands and knees trying to get the stain out before Blake could see. Jay’s hand came down lightly on your lower back, grounding you again.

“You’re safe,” he reassured as you walked into your bedroom, grabbing the suitcase out of the closet. You didn’t pack much, just the essentials. Your favorites. Everything else could be replaced.

“Blake...His baby book is on the top shelf in the closet. There’s also...There’s a shoebox of pictures. Could you…?” Jay nodded, moving that way as you kept packing, filling just the one suitcase. Honestly, you just wanted a fresh start.

You put the suitcase in the hallway, moving to Blake’s room. Jay left the box and book on top of your suitcase, following you. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. Just having him there was more than you could ask for. There was a second suitcase in the hall closet that you grabbed, taking it with you. You tried to pack as many clothes and toys as you could, focusing mostly on his favorite stuff. Even though you knew it could be replaced, he was nine. Things didn’t make as much sense to him.

“We need to be leaving soon,” Jay said as you were finishing up. You couldn’t help but chew on your bottom lip, nodding in agreement. Jay grabbed the suitcases as you grabbed the pictures.

“Wait,” you told him. You walked back into the dining room, slipping your wedding ring off and putting it on the table before following Jay out to the truck. Once you were situated, on the way back to the apartment, you looked at him. “Thank you.”

“It was Hailey’s idea. I was just the personal bodyguard.” That got you to laugh. “I missed your laugh. Your smile,” he admitted a little softer, turning his attention back to the road.

“You know, we really haven’t just talked,” you mentioned. “When we get back, can we just talk? Catch up? Like old friends?”

“Of course.”

-----

The two of you were on the couch, your feet propped up on his lap as he flipped through Blake’s baby book. You’d been home for a few hours, still having a ways to go until Blake needed to be picked up. It was only natural that the conversation gravitated towards your son.

“He was a cute baby,” Jay said, enamored by the pictures. “He’s still a cute kid, but…”

“But you missed out on him being a baby. You’re allowed to be upset,” you reminded him with a sigh, knowing you were the reason he missed out. “I want to tell Blake today.”

“Tell him? That I’m his dad?” Jay asked, apparently needing further explanation as to what you were saying.

“Yes, Jay. That you’re his dad. Just...with everything with Jason. And with you wanting to be in his life. I don’t need him any more confused than he needs to be. I don’t want him thinking that you’re just one of his Mom’s friends who spends time with him. He deserves to know you. And you deserve to know your son,” you explained.

This was the chance for Blake to have at least one stable parent in his life. Even if it wasn’t you. And that was okay, because you could do this for him. All you ever wanted was to be the best mom you could be. Jay nodded in agreement, putting the book to the side before looking at you with a serious look.

“I don’t like that look, Jay,” you told him, getting him to crack a smile which made you feel better.

“I want to talk about what happened in the truck.” You just shook your head, sitting up and planting your feet on the ground. “It’s hard. I know. But you really need to talk about these things.”

“Like how you talked about it?”

-----

Jay seemed to be enjoying your company. But it seemed like he enjoyed working as the bouncer even more. A group of guys that you recognized as semi-regulars had been getting rowdy. You’d told them to either cool it or to leave, which they did neither. Why would they? They were having a good time.

“Jay, can you handle them please?” you asked, pinching the bridge of your nose and squeezing your eyes shut for a moment before going back to serving the patrons who weren’t hammered. He nodded, heading towards the group. You could vaguely make out what he was saying, not paying any attention. Until glass broke and fists were flying.

“Think you’re such a tough guy, huh?” one of the larger men spat at Jay, throwing another punch. You grabbed the phone, calling 911 as you yelled at them to get out of your bar. He and Jay continued to scuffle until the cops got there, putting them both in cuffs.

“Hey, no!” you told them, walking over before they had the chance to get Jay out to the patrol car. “This one’s my bouncer. He didn’t do anything wrong?” The cop asked a few questions before undoing Jay’s cuffs.

You let your bartender continue the night as you helped Jay upstairs, the man wincing with each step. You could see the beginnings of a black eye, an obvious busted lip and a cut along his cheekbone and eyebrow. What worried you was how he protectively crossed his arm over his chest, not sure if it was his arm bothering him or his ribs.

“What were you thinking, Jay?” you asked as you sat him down on the couch, going to get the first aid kit. When you came back in, he’d lit a cigarette. “You can have one later.” He grumbled but let you help him out of his shirt.

“I could have taken him,” he assured, but you just shook your head as you cleaned up his cuts, trying to figure out if he needed stitches or not.

“He was kicking your ass, babe. I kinda like you in one piece.”

-----

“I’m the first to admit that I didn’t handle my PTSD very well back then. But I was just trying to get a handle on it. I wished I had somebody there who understood what I went through, who understood what it was like to struggle like I was. I love you, but back then…” He shook his head. “Back then, you were my distraction from it all. You let me just push it down. And in the end, I ended up breaking. I don’t want you to get to that point. So please? Talk to me?” You knew his intentions were good.

“I wasn’t expecting you to take me there today, Jay. You’d promised me that I never had to go back, and then you just threw it on me,” you admitted. “And I was terrified. It didn’t matter how much you tried telling me that he wasn’t there, I was sure he was.”

“I’m sorry. I should have told you before-hand, made sure you were okay with the plan. But we had a small window of opportunity today.” You nodded.

“All those times you catch me disassociating...I’m lost in memories. They were always my escape with Jason, just retreating into my own mind. The good. The bad…I don’t want to say it helps me process, because I’m not. It…”

“I get it,” he assured, cutting you off, ensuring you knew you didn’t have to explain. “In Afghanistan...and afterward, I did the same thing. I’d think of my brother, my mom, my friends. I’d think of Chicago. Home. Because then my mind was focusing on something else. Anything else.”

“I’m broken, Jay,” you admitted, not sure if you had it in you to cry anymore. You’d done so much crying over the past three days, not sure if you had any tears left. “He broke me.” Jay didn’t say anything, pulling you to his chest as you clutched his shirt.

“You’re not broken,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head as he leaned back on the couch, bringing you with him.

“No. I am,” you insisted, feeling his hands rub along your back gently. “Nobody will...Nobody will see me the same way. Nobody will love me like this.”

“You’re not broken,” he told you again, holding you a little tighter. “You’re the same amazing person I met ten years ago. You’re a little lost and scared. But you are far from broken.” The two of you sat in silence a little longer before he spoke again. “I still love you.”

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Wrong place, Wrong time. Part 1

God of war x borrower oc story

“-And remember, DON’T touch anything! Reavers aren’t exactly a clean bunch,” a gurgling followed. “Ugh, really bad at keeping anything clean in fact.” The poor man really could be a worry wart at times (and a clean freak as always).

“Sindri, I’ll be fine. I promise! Cross my heart and everything. The whetstone will probably be kept somewhere safe if it’s precious enough to be stolen, so it’ll hopefully be clean when I find it.”

“Oh. Well, I hadn’t thought of that. Just...stay safe ok? And don’t get caught!”

“I won’t, I never do. See you soon!”

Reluctantly the dwarf answered,“See you soon jojo.” But the poor dwarf’s knee couldn’t stop shaking, thinking about worst case scenarios. Jojo knew he’d just have to prove poor Sindri wrong once again. Maybe one of these days he’d actually learn there was no use worrying himself into a frenzy. Taking off, the 5 inch figure wasn’t stopped as he scurried along natural ledges in walls, and began his descent into the heart of the earth.

Jojo didn’t see what all the worry was for. One of the few perks of being a borrower was often big folk like Reavers or monsters were always too busy looking ahead for bean sized people, that they never looked far enough down to see him. He knew the dwarf didn’t like asking him for help, even though the boy often came to Sindri’s shop outside ‘Fafnir’s storeroom’ (or whatever he called it) asking for challenges and new borrowing spots.

Most borrowers would call it suicide to be talking to beans and other big folk, ESPECIALLY with all the new monsters that have started popping up recently. Hel walkers they’re called apparently. But Jojo wasn’t most. He’d sought out his favourite Dwarf and brother when his parents died drowning in the lake of nine when the waters suddenly flooded, leaving their 8 year old son to fend for himself. Not immediately, obviously. No, at that point he was still a weedy little scaredy cat himself, not able to be even in the same area when footstep started to shake the earth. It could only last so long though. He hadn’t been old enough to be taken out borrowing before being left alone, and supplies ran low quickly. So, spurt of the desperate, when he saw the two set up shop outside his home in the foothills, the child decided to stride right out into the open and ask for food.

4 years later and he still never regretted that decision. Still scrawny, “the side effect of being young” said Brok, but definitely more confident. Brok taught him a lot of that confidence (and a whole lot of swear words too, despite Sindri’s attempts to undo his brother’s work) and Sindri taught him kindness and generosity. The generosity was only spent on the brothers, because who else was he going to see? No borrower would trust another that hung around beans, and Sindri wouldn’t let him be found by anyone if he had anything to say about it, but kindness he tried to show all IF he could without getting sliced in half.

Gathering focus for the change in environment, the world became darker. White, natural light was flittering out, slowly being replaced by the ethereal glow of blue crystals bouncing off liquid smooth stone corridors leading into a fatal drop. An underground ravine. Nothing had shown its face yet, though the odd grunt of some undead beastie would make itself known now and then. Being so small meant there was no need to cross the water below, or find ways to get the chain ropes down so as to climb across. All he had to do was stick close to the roof where stalactites could be leapt between till he reached some valley in the wall to rest. Nothing too hard. Looking for the fist place to jump, a low hanging spine was just a couple of feet away (to Jojo); taking a leap of faith, the boy managed to snag the tail end. Right, next one. Leaping like a lemur the drop was easily avoided, and soon something came into view. Sunlight yellow was beginning to mix with the unnatural blue, and Jojo knew there was an opening into the outside world around the corner. Good, finally he would be able to see, though he would be easier to spot in the illumination of day.

Sindri

How had Brok convinced him to let Jojo go treasure hunting alone? So many traps, monsters, ancients even! “He’ll be fine” said Brok when the two had discussed it together during one of their rare ‘chats for important matters’. So nonchalantly Brok threw out, “Kid’s never been seen before, he ain’t gonna be now!” We’ll that was just testing fate wasn’t it! The rhythmic thumping of hammer to metal was doing nothing to take his mind off the matter, and a few too many near misses to his thumb told Sindri he wasn’t going to get any real work done at this rate. Perhaps he should have a break and go visit Ivaldi’s workshop?

“Hey Sindri!”

“Agh!!!!” Both hammer and work went flying overhead, just missing the flat of his skull. The lithe boy in question at least had the gall to go red, abashed as he walked over to the Dwarf’s workbench, scratching at the buzzed fuzz across the side his head.

“Sorry.”

“Well you should be! That could’ve hurt you OR me, and all the infections that could get in-”

“Boy, be careful.”

The source of the voice sat further back up the slate corridor, hidden in shadow, hawkish gold glowed beneath a heavy brow.

“Sorry father.” Atreus called back to the hidden figure.

With meaningful strides, the figure came into the light of day, bleach white skin, jet black beard and a crimson tattoo striped across an eye setting the figure apart as none other than his worst fear. Kratos. Why? Why were these two here?

“What brings you two to my place of work to scare me?”

Leaning on the edge of his (freshly cleaned) work bench, the spritely youth explained with excitement, “We’re gonna get that whetstone you wanted!”

Shit! He’d mentioned that to them, hadn’t he? Why had they come to fulfill that promise now, when they seemed so disinterest in before?

“O-o-ooooohhhhh yeahhhhhhh, THAT whetstone. Well...”

Atreus leaned in with a head tilt and a brow lifted, “...well? What’s wrong, did you find it already?”

“No-“

“-No? Then what’s the problem?”

“Speak clearly, we have come for the promise of improvements.” Straight to the point, both father and son were on edge now.

Damn it, he was digging a hole for himself again. Stupid mouth. Obviously, if the two of them went in those mines, there was a chance his kid would get spotted and wearing that rat skin outfit, either of the pair could mistake Jojo for an actual rat and hit him with something. Oooooo, that’s horrifying, don’t think about that! Ughhhh don’t vomit! Don’t-...But On the other hand, there was a chance that the father/son duo could clear the way and make it safer for his boy to get back. And more searching eyes makes for less work. Sindri would just have to encourage them not to be too... liberal with their killing.

“Yes the offer is still there, but you must heed this warning.”

“You mentioned no warning before, why?” The irritation lacing the bestial man’s tone didn’t keep itself hidden, growls billowing out that barrel chest. The dwarf didn’t shirk away like a turtle. Not at all.

“O-oh-well-I didn’t know before. Bbbbut I got new information...from Brok. He said not tooooooo... kill the ratssssss?”

The growls took a higher pitch.

“Errrrr, ok? Are the rats protected are something?” Quizzed Atreus, bringing the blacksmith off the subject of the terrifying god before him. A perfect excuse.

“YES! Yes, sorry, the rats are the protected subjects of Freya. Wouldn’t want to upset her right?!”

“Oh! Well, she never mentioned that when we met her.” These two met FREYA! Of course they had, who was he kidding, they’d met everyone and probably started a fight with them too.

“Must’ve slipped her mind, now hurry up! Don’t want any drauger or wolves to get their disgusting hands all over it! Otherwise it’ll be so dirty even I won’t be able to clean it!”

The excuse was enough. The two turned (but not before the kid’s enthusiastic good bye) and disappeared below the cramped passage into the inky black mines, their footsteps echoing out.

“Please let this be the right idea.” Huffed out Sindri with stale, held breath, shaking his head at his own recklessness.

Jojo

Making the last of his descent down the sheer cliff walls, vibrant green broke the dead stone and made life at the edge of the darkness. The sweet ache from overworked tendons and muscles began the slow process of slipping away, fresh air and bird song rejuvenating the boy’s ambition to find his prize, a grin pulling at bubbly cheeks. He was halfway now! Strolling through the ivy, form barely making a rustle, sunlight illuminated the boy’s way through the thickets. Brok mentioned that before he reached the main chamber where the actual traps and treasure was kept, there was a ‘small’ field for him to cross with bits of precious metals along the way. Jojo knew he’d need to make height soon in order to know where he was going, but this time it’d have to be calculated; all black stood out in all this greenery. Now where to go? Rocks. He could use the rocks as an outpost to look out: dark coloured, easy to climb and easy to blend into. Just a matter of reaching it. Strolling through the ivy, the speckled light beaming on the crumbled earth was just enough to guide the way forward, boots barely making a sound.

Squawk

Stopping dead, a cold trail prickled along his back. The boy made the slowest tilt back possible to peak throught the canopy, trying to avoid detection. Too late, looking with a ghostly green eye, a monsterous raven was stalking with keen interest, perched almost serenely upon it’s watch point. Ravens weren’t notorious borrower hunters, seeing people like him often as a chore to catch and consume. But rats...rats were their favourite.

And he was dressed as one.

Atreus

“Father, what do you think had Sindri so shook?”

“Anything, boy. The dwarf has a talent for fear.” No denying that, agreed the doe eyed boy. Sindri did fear just about everything.

Crouching did nothing for the chalk giant, disgruntled grunts sounding out amongst the overhead drips of droplets every time his bald head scraped the sandpaper rough ceiling. It’s one of the few examples in life that made Atreus happy to be short. Yowls were coming from further into the mineshaft, but drauger were a minor setback, easily dispatched.

“Be on your guard boy, we are nearing danger.”

Jojo

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-“ How could one bird be more persistent then all the drauger in the world?

SSSSSQQQQUUUUUAAAAAARRRRRRRKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!

Too close! Every attack was only wearing the borrower down more; the saving grace from this endless stream of dive bombs was that in the bird’s haste, it made enough flapping to give its location away at all times, making it easier to dodge. But now Jojo was lost, lost and close to just falling down if his quaking limbs were anything to go by.

Atreus

“Well that was easy.”

A sagely look was drawn toward Atreus, not angry, but not impressed, “Easy because there are two of us, boy, but don’t let your guard down because you perceive an enemy as ‘easy’.”

Always one to lecture. “Yes sir.”

The cave entrance as coming into sight, stoic father and brash son walking side by side. With electrical arrows at the ready and frosty axe drawn the odd pair walked into daylight, sun illuminating the thick blood staining their skin and wares. Both were ready for any kind of battle ahead, be it fierce or simple.

Well, except for the kind of battle that they stumbled onto.

“Father? What’s wrong with that bird?” Quizzed Atreus, looking up, but Kratos was busy scanning the wooded field

“It hunts for prey boy, pay it no mind.” No beating around the bush.

“But it looks like one of Odin’s crows.”

The barely there expression of strained, chalk temples and widening, heavy set eyes might as well have been a scream.“Shoot it down.”

This rarity was not lost on the boy, heart pounding in response. If his ever-stoic dad was frightened, this was more of a danger than he had anticipated. Wasting no time, Atreus locked on as the bird went for another dive, and let loose a wizzing arrow. It fired true puncturing the breast and punching through to the other side with a resounding crack of the rib cage. The creature never hit its mark, breaking apart in a surprising burst of green flame, but never actually setting anything on fire. The witchcraft of Odin was strange indeed.

The boy couldn’t feel pleasure out of his elegant kill, still too shaken by what he’d seen. Atreus knew better than to ask his father what was wrong, the man would switch on him like a rabid dog driven mad by rabies if any fear was ever acknowledged.

“We go on, boy.”

Kratos took the lead, heading further uphill into the tree trunk horizon, sun spilling over the crest and illuminating some of the lower valley where the boy stood. Atreus made no move to follow. If he was to get answers, it would have to be now whilst his father charged on unaware. Tip toeing over to where the bird would have fallen, eyes trained on his father, the archer found his arrow wedged fast into the soft earth with wandering hands. Turning his gaze for just a moment to inspect his find, there were signs of burns, suggesting that the animal must’ve been made of pure magic; probably a spy of some kind if Odin had anything to do with it, the man was notoriously suspicious and crafty (even all seeing as his mother had mentioned) so would want to know at all times what was going on in midguard. Hold on... pulling the tip of the spear out, a rat skin sat pierced at the end. Weird thing was though, it was clean, even looking tanned on the inside like some kind of weird miniature hooded tunic! This wasn’t an animal the crow had caught and killed, but clearly was worn by the thing that the bird was after on the ground. Wait... Sindri mentioned not killing any rats, but this one was allowed to die and be made into clothes, meaning Freya wasn’t protecting the rats at all. Sindri was lying, he was protecting whoever wore this tunic-

“BOY! COME!”

Oops. He’d zoned out too long.

“Father, I think Sindri was lying!”

Footstep were coming down behind him in a charge. Curiosity wouldn’t let him leave, but flight was making his feet flitter and shake, ready to take off from the raging bull behind him.

“Did I just not tell you to follow?! The dwarf is of no concern-“ Fighting curiosity won over.

“DAD! Just. Look.”

Turning back and presenting the tunic to the man who’d finally reached him, the golden hue burned brightly with hatful embers down at the find. Just as quickly the gaze focused back on the child. He neither cared nor understood.

“It’s a tunic, made from the skin of a rat. Sindri said the rats here were under the protection of Freya, but if that were true, this one wouldn’t be dead and Odin’s ravens wouldn’t dare go after it. Sindri’s hiding something.”

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Meet Lonnie

So uh...May have made a Hardenshipping fankid.

His name's Lonnie, an orphan street kid that Archie and Maxie adopted who counts as a fankid in my eyes, god damn it.

I can’t draw muscles or children to save my life.

Originally @cryptidanaphafsi did this I with their fankid I believe?

Info under the cut because I really started to ramble about details...A lot.

Bad Quality picture, but his adult versions both have a keystone in the middle of their mask that they use for Mega Evolution.

Notes:

RSE canon is Emerald, which leads in Alpha Sapphire in the future, though in this canon way, RSE events get resolved Without a protagonist. Hypothetical game futures for the SM and USUM games.

RSE Version -

-Still living on the streets at this point, 8-10 in age.

-Met a few times over the course of the story, usually found hiding around a corner after an encounter with Maxie or Archie(outside of hideout encounters), seems mostly in awe of how cool the plans seem.

-Selectively mute, if talked to he'll make gestures towards the player but since the player is about ten, all you really get from talking to him is "...."

-Jumpy, running off as soon as the player is done talking

-Vitiligo

-In the Sapphire & Emerald versions of the game, post game, he's absolutely Terrified of Kyogre, developing Aquaphobia as he grows older.

-Sometime post game, Archie and Maxie pick him up bc he still seems to tag along just behind one of them, and hey, the kid needs a home. And when they’ve patched things up, they’re really good dad’s.

ORAS Version, constants-

- Adopted pre-game and raised by Maxie and Archie before they split bc of differing ideals...again.

- Mid-twenties.

- Team Magma Admin.

- Aquaphobia from past trauma, selectively mute.

- I can't draw muscles but he's definitely the strongest person there, thanks to Archie and a bit of Matt.

- As an adult, Vitiligo patches have spread and caused part of his hair to grow in white.

- Personality wise, he's a rather nice man, only really being a sore loser. And takes after Maxie alot in the brains department, including dumbassery.

- He’s dating both an Aqua Grunt and a Magma Grunt, don’t tell his dads though. A grunt in the Magma hideout asks you if you want to place a bet on that happens when the bosses find out, then realizes you are Not one of the grunts, and runs off.

- Aqua Grunt is named Dew

- Magma Grunt is named Ashe

- I will draw them eventually, they will be mentioned elsewhere.

Omega Ruby -

-he appears somewhat sporadically, usually around Maxie. Fought once at Mossdeep city when the player beats the gym, viewing the player as a threat to Maxie's goal...and wanting to make use of himself, aquaphobia keeping him from following the rest of the team down to the Seafloor Cavern. Team: Crobat, Camerupt, Mightyena, Sealeo.

-A Grunt, Ashe, follows him around and acts as an interpreter. Talking directly to Lonnie is always "..." before the grunt buts in to explain what he's trying to say.

-When defeated by the player, he'll turn to the grunt, signing furiously, only for the grunt to exclaim "I can't say that to a child!" before Lonnie leaves in a huff.

- During the Delta Episode he's fought at the Magma Hideout, without Ashe, absolutely Livid about what Zinnia did to Maxie, and fighting the player as soon as they enter, seeing them as just something else that'll upset his dad. Team: Crobat, Camerupt, Mightyena, Walrein.

- Post Delta Episode, you'll actually find him alone in a house on the Battle Resort. When talked to, he still won't talk, but after interacting with him Maxie walks in to explain that he and his son were there, trying to lay low, relax a bit, and they're waiting on "a certain someone" to show up for a talk.

Alpha Sapphire Version, aka the Canon Version-

- Not very active story wise, always seen rather ominously popping up mere seconds after an interaction with Team Aqua. He doesn't have an interpreter this time, so all the player really gets is "...." then a yes/no text box before he leaves.

- Appears on Mt. Chimney with Maxie to try and stop Team Aqua's little attempt. Maxie will actually translate some of what Lonnie's trying to say, and while it would be nice, he doesn't exactly explain Why Lonnie tends to be tailing Team Aqua, Archie most specifically

-And ho boy. When Kyogre gets awoken, this poor man is having the Worst day.

- In Sootopolis, he's seen quite visibly shaking, signing Something at Archie, who might be having a "Oh shit." moment and a half because his Son is VERY MUCH AFRAID OF WATER, AND VERY MUCH CAN. NOT. SWIM.

- So yeah. Not a fun time.

- Half of what he's signing is ruined by how shaky his hands are. Ashe looks ready to strangle Archie, and Dew is reeling from the reality and Actually starts cursing Archie out as soon as the player leaves to handle Kyogre.

- Tbh if the two boys didn’t start trying to murder Archie first, Maxie might’ve.

- When Kyogre is captured, when the player leaves and all is said and done, he gives the player a piece of Cameruptite with a small little Thank You note.

- Battle Resort/Battle Maison, he is once again found in a house, but this time Maxie is already there. And once the player talks to the two, Archie walks in, but when that happens, the player is asked to leave so they can have a Family chat.

Sun & Moon Games-

- Okay this is just me being self indulgent and including him in my favorite games of the series, plus it’s just neat.

- Basically, he’s there on a honeymoon with Ashe and Dew.

- Even after the teams disbanded, he’s very partial to his Magma outfit. Only real change coming coming from the removal of the Magma symbols on his vest. Still keeping the combined symbols on his mask.

- More or less appears as a cameo. The only reason they’re even having a Honeymoon in Alola is because it has both Water and Volcanos near eachother.

- Shows up in post game, investigating the Altar of the Sunne/Moone as the idea of other worlds really peaked his interest.

- Funny Images: 6′0″ string bean and a 5′7″ man with average muscle trying to carry a 6′5″ man with muscle from hell because the waves touched him and he freaked out.

Ultra Sun & Moon Games -

- Mostly the same.

- With the addition of the player actually getting his help against Rainbow Rocket

- When reaching the mansion, Lonnie will be there. Along with Ashe and Dew.

- He’ll then “ask” which side the player wants to take on, fighting either Archie or Maxie depending on choice. Vs. Archie, he takes Ashe with him, Vs. Maxie, he takes Dew. The other of his husbands goes with the player to help handle the other boss.

- After this, you can find Lonnie, Dew, and Ashe at the battle tree.

- Funny Images: Trying to get Lonnie onto Aether, a man made island in the middle of the ocean.

Pokespe Version -

- His age is more me throwing darts at a board trying to guess when shit happens.

- He’s alot more playful and joking in this version.

Ruby Sapphire Chapter -

- 16

-Actually adopted prior to the Ruby&Sapphire Chapter, but in a surprising twist, stays mainly with Archie.

- Interacts with Ruby and Sapphire once, maybe twice through the whole Manga.

- Hard for Archie to be intimidating with a giant of a teen in a life jacket clinging to him everytime they get near water, but he makes it work

- He stays with Arche and team Aqua for two reasons and two reasons only

- One, he lacks past trauma with Kyogre in pokespe, thus doesn’t fear water as much and can stand to be around it more. Two, alchoholics scare him more than water ever could.

-Along with that, Archie also has the safer public persona, so win win on his part

- Lonnie, being a teen, does tend to wander though. Barely seen for most of the chapters. When Archie and Maxie have their fight, he's there for a split second, before letting out his Crobat and fleeing.

-I don't have it all ironed out, but basically, the whole battles between Magma and Aqua through the whole arc have slowly built up this fear in Lonnie's brain when it comes to his dad's, and this is the tipping point.

- Sadly, both leaders are a bit preoccupied to notice at first that he's gone, and it's a fullblown panic after the fact.

-Sadly tho, this doesn't slow down their plans. But Blaise and Amber are put in charge of trying to track him down and find him.(Not in a bad way, more in a Extremely worried parents with a missing son way)

- Cue end of arc.

Emerald Arc

-still 16

-Makes brief cameos, he tends to linger around the back.

- Actually, screw it, I'll make this pretty later but he and Emerald do become friends.

- Has a small interaction with Emerald, writing about how he finds his equipment cool, and is in awe of how he calms pokemon.

-And boy oh does this lead to some Fun

- Cut the confrontation with Guile in the cave, the first Jirachi attempt

- Alot changes here.

- First of all, while Jirachi still escapes, Guile lingers for a moment. Looking at Lonnie for a long moment. And while he does 'reflect' back the attacks with his sword, he sends the attack flying off into a wall instead of at Emerald and Lonnie.

- Later, Guile actually snatches the poor kid, pulling off somewhere just to have a few moments to make sure he's okay

- If you know the manga, you know it's gonna be revealed to Lonnie at this point that Guile is, in fact, Archie. And while he tries to avoid the details, he does tell Lonnie he needs Jirachi to fix things

- Lonnie assumes, sadly naive, that this has to do with Maxie and their family. Even asking Archie where his other dad is, only to be met with silence.

- That doesn't settle well with him, actually demanding to know what happens, atleast as much as you can demand when you can’t talk. The last he heard about them was nearly destroying Hoenn so what happened?

- Archie doesn’t tell him, straight up Refuses to tell him what happened.

- This does not go well. Leading to Lonnie once more running off.

- Lonnie keeps in touch with Emerald after the arc is over, basically adopted him as a little brother because they’re both weird looking kids, Emerald being unusually short, and Lonnie having Vitiligo.

- He runs into Amber after this and kind of just, vibes there, treats Amber like an uncle, and that’s who looks after him for the next few years.

ORAS Arc -

- 20

-Lives with Amber, mostly helping the man with fishing and all around, just trying to have someone around he can 'talk' to without needing an interpreter or to write down every word he says.

-Team Aqua....2!

-He does end up joining the New Team Aqua, since he feels more safe with them in Pokespe. Along with this, he’s curious about where they came from and what’s going on here.

-Looks most like my concept sketch for him in this version.

- Eventually just, disepears in the midst of fighting. He's learned enough and doesn't want to face that all.

- Listen when I tell you. When he sees Maxie and Archie, he's pissed.

-And when The Dustening happens...

- He actually does cry. Hell, it's probably the only time he speaks, begging in a hoarse voice he never uses for his dad's to stay there. Just for once. Let them be a family just for Once.

- It doesn't work.

- Funny Images: Emerald, looking up at Lonnie who is like 3-4 times their height: “I AM GOING TO STEAL YOUR KNEECAPS!!!!” Lonnie, amused, signing: “You-can-try.”

-Pokemon Seen: Crobat, Sharpedo, Sandslash.

Sun and Moon Arc -

- 22

-He actually appears here.

- Listen, he's a smart man, and he knows a lot.

-Appears after that small time skip after Sun and Moon disepear through the portals, ultimately he's here investigating the portals.

- He 'talks' with Kukui and Burnet to try and figure out what's going on.

-I don't know how it'd be incorporated, but basically, he's trying to figure out where the Hell his dad's are. And if these Wormholes can help him, by god is he going to use them

- Knows that, most likely, they’re dead and gone for good. But still holds out hope that somewhere out there, they’re still alive.

- He's still wearing the life jacket. Less for Aesthetic, more because he’s scared shitless about being on an island.

- Are this chapter is where he would have started dating Dew and Ashe, having met them when that whole, other Team Aqua & Magma were made in ORAS.

#pokemon oc #pokemon fankid #hardenshipping fankid #of sorts #lisTEN HE COUNTS IN MY EYES GOD DAMN IT #They raised him. He's there kid #I'm not good at oc shit but uh. yeah #lyca-art #oc: Lonnie

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kerikaaria · 4 years

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If I Never Met You: Chapter 16

(??? X Reader) Idol!AU, Manager!Reader)

Genre: (PG13) Fluff, angst

WC: 4.6k

Warnings: None

Series Masterlist

Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17

No More Dream blared in the spacious room, the boys hard at work dancing for their music video. We were at the tail end of the third day of shooting, and despite how exhausted they were from the long days they were still pouring all their best efforts into the shoot.

As soon as the director called a cut, the seven of them took the chance to relax the best they could, letting their tiredness show while there were no cameras filming. Stylists and makeup artists walked over to them to make sure they still looked perfect for the next take.

It was tough having to watch this. Three days of minimal sleep, almost non-stop up and go to get the video shot in the shortest amount of time possible. I wanted to tell whoever was in charge that the boys (and the staff, having to stay up for just as long) needed more time to break and rest. But this was the nature of this industry and no matter how I felt I wasn’t going to be able to convince them to do any differently.

The first two days, Sejin stayed here with me the whole time until I was comfortable being on my own. Today, he had other work he needed to do so I was by myself. I was feeling really drowsy by this point. I got even less sleep than the boys because I had to make sure I was up and ready before them to get them here on time. To be honest, there wasn’t much to “manage” at something like this, but it was still part of my job to make sure the whole thing was going smoothly, and to be here just in case the boys needed me for anything.

After one more take of the whole dance routine, the director announced that we were done. Relief washed over me, and I pried myself out of my chair to go to the boys.

“You guys did amazing,” I said as I approached them. “Let’s hurry up and get you guys ready so we can all go home.”

I felt a heavy weight on my back and turned to see Namjoon using me as a support for his exhausted body.

“Joonie, are you okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’m good,” he responded. His voice sounded weak, contradicting his words. “The quicker I can sit down, the better.”

“Well, let’s go then,” I chuckled as I pulled him to my side and supported him with my arm.

The boys got changed out of their wardrobe and their makeup removed quickly, the staff not taking their time since they wanted to get home as well. The eight of us piled into the company van and I drove back. I dropped them off at the apartment before returning the vehicle to the company.

As soon as I parked the van, no longer needing to be alert to traffic, my body seemed to want to just fall asleep right there instead of making its way home. I started to close my eyes before I heard one of the van doors slide open, followed by the driver-side door. I looked to see a tired-smiled Hoseok standing there.

“Why didn’t you get off when I stopped at the dorm, Hobi?” I asked as I lazily unbuckled my seatbelt and gathered my belongings. I was a little upset with myself for not noticing he didn’t exit the van with the rest of the members.

“I wanted to make sure you got back home safely,” he responded as he put a face mask on.

“I’ll be fine,” I managed to squeeze out through a yawn.

He chuckled. “Yeah, sure. You looked like you were about to fall asleep in the car.”

We started walking our way back home. My exhaustion made it difficult to speak, but I forced myself to so that I didn’t fall asleep. “You guys really did well the past three days.”

“Thanks, noona,” Hoseok replied. “I hope the video turns out well.”

“Of course it will,” I turned to smile at him. While distracted, my shuffling feet tripped over something on the sidewalk.

Hoseok was quick to catch me so I didn’t fall. “Are you okay?” he asked as he turned to face me.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just tripped.” I offered him a tired smile.

We resumed walking, but he kept his arm wrapped around me for support. We had a flight of stairs to climb once we got into our building, and each step I took felt like another 10 pounds had been added to my weight. At that point, I was really thankful for Hobi’s support.

When we arrived at our doors he watched me walk through mine first, wishing me a good night and telling me to get plenty of rest before he entered his own home.

I had fallen asleep so easily that I almost didn’t even remember going to bed. Needless to say, I slept really well and was ready to work the next day. Sejin and I reviewed the finalized pictures from the photoshoot done just prior to the music video shooting, and I couldn’t stop my mouth from hanging open, occasionally making a sound of amazement.

“What’s that for?” Sejin asked.

“What’s what for, oppa?” I responded, finding it difficult to peel my eyes away from the pictures on the screen.

“Your reaction to the pictures,” he responded, chuckling.

“Oh. I don’t know, they just look so…” I paused, trying to find the right word but being unsuccessful. “They look really good,” I settled on, even though that phrase didn’t do them justice.

Sejin let out a hearty laugh. “You’re not blind, you’ve always known they’re good looking boys, haven’t you?”

“Well, yeah. Of course I have. But these pictures just captured their looks so well! Although, I still don’t get why they asked Namjoon to go with this kind of hairstyle. He doesn’t look bad, but I just think he looks so much better with how his hair naturally is.”

“It fits the hip-hop style image,” Sejin responded with a shrug. “I’m not too fond of it either, but we’re not the stylists.”

“Speaking of that, can’t we still ask for some of the styles for We Are Bulletproof Pt. 2 to be up for debate? Some of those outfit choices are…”

“Going with the hip-hop style image,” Sejin repeated.

“I know, I know. But, can’t they take it from me that they’re just over-the-top and cheesy? Like, why on earth should Jungkook be wearing an American football helmet and padding?”

“You already tried talking to them about that, (Y/n). Did you forget?”

“No, I didn’t forget… I just hope I can still change their minds.”

“Look, I get it. I do. I’m not fond of it, either. But we need to make sure they stand out and by doing things a little extra, even if it may be cheesy, it’ll help make that happen. Just roll with it, okay?”

I groaned and threw my head back. “Okay, okay…”

After we finished reviewing the pictures, I went to the office café to eat lunch before we got too busy with meetings for me to have time to eat. I normally brought food from home for lunch but I didn’t give myself any time this morning, preferring to get as much sleep as I could to recover from the past few days.

I sat down at an empty table and put in my headphones to listen to the boys’ debut album as I ate my food. The music wasn’t a style I typically listened to, but it was my boys so of course I wanted to listen to them. And to be honest, the more I listened to it, the more I started to like the songs.

As I was finishing my meal, I saw someone sit down across from me. I pulled one of my earbuds out as I looked up to see who it was. I was glad I already finished my food because the sight would have made me lose my appetite.

“Hello, (Y/n)-shi,” the woman said.

“Hello,” I greeted back. “I’m sorry, but I don’t actually know your name.” I tried my best to not sound rude.

“Oh, I guess I’ve never properly introduced myself,” she replied. “My name is Son Haewon.”

“Hello, Haewon-shi,” I responded. Finally, I had a name to match the face of the woman who’s been giving me way too much grief. “How can I help you?”

“Oh, please. You can call me unnie,” she said with a smile I could tell was forced and fake.

Not wanting to start an argument, I decided to comply with her request even though using the word with her felt like ice on my tongue. “Okay, unnie. Is there something you needed?”

“Oh, nothing really,” she said, placing her chin in the palm of her hand. “I just wanted to chat. I feel like we started off on the wrong foot.”

Yeah, doing nothing but ridiculing me and giving me a large second-degree burn would kind of do that.

“How did the music video shooting go?” Haewon asked.

I was kind of taken aback by the attempt at small talk. Part of me wondered if she actually did want to try to make amends, but I primarily remained skeptical. “It went well. It was tiring for everyone, but the boys pushed through really well and I think it’ll turn out great.”

“That’s good to hear.” She paused for a moment, crossing her legs under the table. “By the way, I heard an interesting story the other day.”

“Oh?” I pretended to be interested.

“I heard that BTS almost lost their debut date.”

Where on earth did she hear that? Only the people who absolutely needed to know were told. As far as I knew, she was not one of the employees needing to be in on the loop of what was going on.

I pretended to not be sure of what she was talking about. “Where did you hear that?” I asked innocently. My suspicions that she was here to cause me more trouble were rising.

“From one of my coworkers. They said it was why Sejin oppa had been even more swamped with work up until recently.”

Yeah, because I totally wasn’t as well. “I’m not sure why you or your coworker were told that, but they are most definitely debuting on June 13th as planned,” I responded firmly. I didn’t like to make a habit of lying, especially if I was worried if it could come back to bite me in the butt, so I didn’t want to confirm nor deny that the date was ever taken away in the first place.

“Well, that’s good. But you did lose the date for a little while, did you not?” She seemed like she tried to hold back the smirk that inevitably flashed on her face.

This little… What business was it of hers? I really wanted to get out of this situation, but I wasn’t sure how. If I got up to walk away it’d be just as bad as giving her all the answers she wanted, and she would probably just follow me and continue to nag me anyway.

“It doesn’t matter because the date is set in stone and nothing is changing,” I replied, hoping that would put the issue to rest.

“You know, I figured that if he hired someone like you,” she emphasized the word, staring me up and down, “it must have been for a good reason. But seeing as BTS’ debut was almost ruined because of you, I’m not so sure.”

I couldn’t stop a flabbergasted laugh from escaping my lips. “You have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.” I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms.

“Oh, I don’t?” she responded. “Weren’t you the one who got the debut set up, and the one in contact with the agent from the broadcasting company? They called you to tell you it was revoked, didn’t they? How does it have nothing to do with you?”

How could someone be such a complete witch? She talked bad about me both behind my back and to my face. I’d be surprised if she had any friends, or real friends at the very least.

“What that company decided to do didn’t have anything to do with me, Haewon-shi,” I said. “And to be frank, what happened has absolutely nothing to do with you. I’m sure you have better things to do with your time rather than go poking around someone else’s business.”

She scoffed at me. “I’m your sunbae in this company and I’m also older than you. Just because you’re a foreigner” – she seemed to almost spit out the word – “doesn’t excuse you not using proper manners. You’re supposed to show me respect.”

I raised my eyebrows. “I’m fully aware of the honorifics and how important age and seniority is to Korean culture. But why would I show respect to someone who’s spewing out nonsense and has always been nothing but fully disrespectful and rude to me? Not to mention, that coffee gave me a second-degree burn that took weeks to heal so I’m definitely not thankful for that, either.”

“You’re such a rude, cheeky little brat, aren’t you?” Haewon pushed herself out of her seat as she glared at me.

“What’s going on here?” someone nearby asked.

I turned around to see Hoseok, and I felt relieved knowing my friend was there with me.

Haewon instantly changed, putting on a fake smile and let out a breathy laugh. “Nothing, we were just getting to know each other a little better. Weren’t we, (Y/n)-shi?” she tried her best to sound nice, but was so obviously fake.

I didn’t respond and just kept steady eye contact with her.

“That’s not what it looks like to me,” Hobi said as he walked up to me and placed a hand on my shoulder.

Haewon’s gaze moved to his hand, her smile fading from her lips.

“Is everything okay, noona?” Hoseok asked me with concern.

Haewon didn’t give me a chance to respond. “Did you know about how you almost lost your debut date?” she asked, emotionless.

“Haewon-shi,” I said as I stood up. “That wouldn’t be your business to tell them.”

“So they don’t?” she raised an eyebrow as she smirked at me. “They don’t know how they were almost ruined before they even started because of you?”

“We do know that we almost lost our debut date, actually,” Hoseok responded in my defense. His tone was firm and assertive, but not angry. “But we saw noona working her absolute hardest to do everything she possibly could to get us back on track, and it was actually because of her that we got the date back.”

Haewon’s smile disappeared once again, taken aback by how quickly and straightforward he responded.

Hoseok didn’t falter even a bit as he continued. “Not only that, but ever since she started working here, she’s always done everything she possibly can for us. You don’t know anything about how hard she works, you just don’t like her because you’re judging her age and the fact that she’s not Korean. But she’s one of the most honest, hardworking, caring, and amazing people I’ve ever known.”

His voice wasn’t angry; he was the type of person that it took a lot to make him angry. The only emotions I could feel from his words were ones of tenderness and care for me. If anything, the way he spoke felt stronger and more meaningful than words said in anger. “She doesn’t deserve you harassing her like this. We’re all so tired of hearing people like you giving talking badly about her and giving her a hard time when you know nothing about her.”

He grabbed my hand and gently squeezed it as he directed me towards the door.

“I wonder what kind of relationship you must have with them (Y/n)-shi, for them to always be protecting you like that,” Haewon called after us.

Hobi and I both stopped dead in our tracks, and I slowly turned around. “Excuse you?”

“I think you heard me,” Haewon said. I wanted to wipe the smirk off of her face so badly. “What do you really do with the boys, (Y/n)-shi?”

“It’s called having good friends,” Hoseok said as he placed an arm around my shoulders to turn me back toward the exit. “Nothing more than that.”

We finally made it out of the room and Hoseok walked me back to my and Sejin’s office. I couldn’t help but feel affected by her again. Yeah, I stood my ground and talked back to her. But now that we left and my emotions were calming down, I couldn’t help but be shaken up when I processed her words – it was as though she always knew exactly what my insecurities were.

When we arrived at the office, Sejin was not there so it was just the two of us for the moment.

I sat in a chair, placing my elbows on my knees and covering my face with my hands.

“Are you okay, noona?” Hoseok asked, placing a gentle hand on my head.

“I can’t believe she would suggest that there’s something other than friendship between me and you guys,” I said, trying to focus on that rather than my insecurities. “That’s so appalling that she would assume that.”

“She was just trying to get under your skin, that’s all,” Hobi comforted. His voice sounded so calm and soothing.

“I can deal with her saying anything else to me,” I tried to convince myself as I lowered my hands, “but her trying to bring you guys into it just crosses the line,”

“It’s okay, noona. Anything she said was meaningless and you know that.”

“I know.” I sat back in the chair and sighed. “I just don’t get why she won’t leave me alone. You’d think we were teenagers in school with the way she just keeps…”

“Bullying you?” Hoseok finished for me.

“Yeah, I guess it is bullying.”

“You guess?” Hoseok seemed bewildered that I’d say that. “What else does she have to do for you to see it as bullying?”

“It’s not that, it’s just… It’s weird to use that word when we’re talking about a grown woman and not a teenager.”

“I guess some people just don’t grow up.”

“She said what?!” Jin exclaimed in shock.

After returning back to the dorm, Hoseok decided to tell the rest of the group about what happened at the cafeteria. Part of him had wanted to wait for (Y/n) to tell them together, but he also didn’t want to make her think of it more than she had to. He could tell that whatever that woman said had bothered her more than she let him know.

Yoongi and Taehyung had pointed out the woman to the rest of the members when they would come across her at the company, so even though none of them knew her name – until today – they all knew her face. That was why Hoseok knew he had to intervene when he saw their noona being confronted by her in the cafeteria.

“Wow, she’s got some nerve to make that kind of assumption out in the open like that,” Namjoon said.

“That’s absurd,” Yoongi added. “How can her brain automatically think that’s what’s going on between us, just because we’re being good friends to her?”

“Noona really needs to tell Bang about this,” Taehyung said. “There’s no denying that she’s full on bullying her at this point.”

“I tried telling her that,” Hoseok said. “But she said she still doesn’t want to. She’s sure that she’ll leave her alone from now on, for whatever reason.”

The group was obviously frustrated when Hoseok told them that.

“One of the really wonderful traits about her is that she likes to see and hope for the best in people,” Jin said. “But that’s a fault of hers, too. With this Haewon woman, it’s severely misplaced hope. If anything, she’s showing that she’ll do anything in order to keep bullying her.”

“I know,” Hoseok said with a frown.

A ringtone sounded from Hobi’s phone, and he looked to see it was Sejin calling.

“Hello?” he answered.

“Hey, Hoseok-ah,” Sejin replied. “Sorry for asking, but Bang PD-nim is requesting if you could come to the company. He said he needs to speak with you.”

“Oh, okay.” He was surprised at the request. “I’ll be there shortly.”

“Who was that, hyung?” Jimin asked as Hoseok hung up the call.

“Sejin hyung said Bang needs to speak to me.” He got up to get ready to leave. “Maybe noona did decide to talk to him after all?”

He got ready quickly and made his way to the company, glad it was a quick walk. When he got to Bang PD’s office, he was happy to see (Y/n) there as well. She turned to him as he opened the door and gave him a small smile.

“Hello, Bang PD-nim,” Hoseok greeted as he entered.

“Hello, Hoseok,” Bang responded.

“What’s going on?” Hobi asked as he took a seat next to his noona.

“The events of what happened in the cafeteria this afternoon were brought to my attention, so I needed to speak with the two of you regarding what happened,” the CEO explained.

Hoseok processed the sentence for a moment. “Wait, so it wasn’t noona who came to you about it?” He turned to see her response, and she shook her head. He suddenly felt sick, worried what that woman could have said to try to get (Y/n) in trouble. “Noona didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Don’t worry, Hoseok,” Bang said. “I just needed to get your sides of the story. While there are cameras, there’s no audio so I didn’t know the nature of the conversation. I already got (Y/n)’s statement, so if you would please tell me about your side of the encounter, that would be appreciated.”

“Well, I had to stop by because I left something in the dance studio. On my way back, I walked past the cafeteria and heard noona’s voice,” Hoseok started. “It seemed like something was off, so I walked in to see that woman basically glaring at her and asked what was going on. I found out she was claiming that it was noona’s fault that we lost our debut date for a little while, so I defended her. After that, we walked away together.”

“There’s something else I need to ask,” Bang said. “The staff in question, other than saying that (Y/n) was harassing her, claimed something else as well.”

“Wait, it definitely wasn’t noona doing the harassing,” Hobi said. He couldn’t let her boss think for one second that she wasn’t the victim in this scenario.

“I believe you two, no need to worry. I was just stating what the original claim was. But the other thing she was sure to mention is that she believes there may be… well, she called it ‘inappropriate’ relations between (Y/n) and the members of BTS.”

“Oh my gosh, seriously?” (Y/n) frustratingly ran her hands through her hair. “I promise you, there’s absolutely nothing of that nature going on between us.”

“I also attest to that, Bang PD-nim,” Hoseok said, probably equally as frustrated at the claim as his noona. “As we were walking away, Haewon made a comment implying that she thought there was something more going on between noona and us because of how we keep defending her and helping her. I told her that we’re just being good friends and there was nothing more than that.”

Bang PD seemed to be in thought for a moment. “I believe you, of course. I didn’t believe for one second that (Y/n) would have any kind of non-platonic relationship with any of you without notifying me about it. But also, you make it sound like this wasn’t the first time something like this has happened, Hoseok.”

(Y/n) lowered her head, remaining silent. So Hobi spoke up for her. “It isn’t. She’s been bothering noona – or rather, bullying her – for a while now.”

(Y/n) looked rather uncomfortable as Hoseok admitted that for her, but he didn’t want this to remain hidden anymore. Especially now that Haewon has shown she’ll do anything to try to get her in trouble.

“(Y/n)-shi,” Bang said, turning his attention toward her, “is this true?”

Hoseok placed his hand in (Y/n)’s for support he knew she would need.

She sighed. “Yes, it is, PD-nim. I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, and to be honest I didn’t even know her name until today.”

“What else has happened?” their boss asked.

When his noona hesitated again, Hobi decided to be her voice for her. “Back in December, Haewon had intentionally poured a hot cup of coffee on her in the hallway. She got a second-degree burn from it. Yoongi hyung was with her when it happened. And then in, I believe it was February, she tried to cause trouble when she saw noona with Taehyung in the main lobby but was unsuccessful because he defended her. And now, today happened.”

“And it’s not much,” (Y/n) started, “but my first encounter with her was when me and Sejin oppa were in a meeting and she did have a negative comment or two to say about me. She seemed to hold a grudge against me because that was when I had the idea about using social media and her idea from earlier that same meeting was rejected.”

“Has she made any comments to you about your ethnicity or anything like that?” PD-nim asked.

“Well, not directly,” she replied. “But in a way. She has mentioned my age or ethnicity as negative points when talking about me. And she did use the word ‘foreigner’ with me today, emphasizing it in a way that sounded really rude.”

Hoseok squeezed his eyes closed. They had all known that those things were a part of it, as he had stated while he was defending her today. But hearing his noona have to confirm it made his heart hurt.

“Okay, I think that’s plenty information for now,” Bang PD said. “I can’t really take action for the coffee incident since it was so long ago, but I’ll see if we still have the security footage for it to look at what happened. You’re not in trouble for anything that happened today, (Y/n), don’t worry. But I need you to promise me that if this woman does anything else, you tell me. Workplace bullying isn’t tolerated here, and I won’t let it continue. Do you understand?”

She slowly nodded. “Yes, Bang PD-nim. I understand.”

“Good,” he replied. “You two can go home now. I’m sorry for all the trouble.”

“Thank you, PD-nim,” Hoseok said with a bow. He waited for his noona to say goodbye before walking out of the room with her.

There was silence as they walked home together, but before entering their separate doors (Y/n) broke it. “I’m sorry for dragging you into this, Hobi.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about, noona,” he replied as he gently pulled her into a hug. “You know we’re here for you whenever you need us.”

He felt her smile against his chest. “I just hope this is the last time we have to worry about her,” she said.

“I hope so too,” Hoseok replied. “I wouldn’t count on it, though. But of course you’ll have us with you. And next time, she’s not going to be getting away with it anymore.”

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 166

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Waking up in the stupidly early hours of the morning, Lance crept around his house as secretly as he could. The shock of not waking up to Keith was shoved aside by the dire need to pee, then throw up. Hearing far too much, when he was far too sleepy, Lance knew he should have tried not to listen to Shiro and Keith as they bickered while painting the nursery. He couldn’t deny part of it was to distract himself from how much he hated throwing up and wanted to concentrate on something much more happier than the wet hacking noises he was making. Painting the nursery was supposed to be his and Keith’s job, yet Shiro sorely needed Keith time and Keith most definitely needed time with his brother, so he could forgive the pair of idiots for painting in the middle of the night.

Creeping along the hallway, he muffled a curse as he tripped on one of the boxes from the nursery, still his movements until he was sure neither brother had noticed. For someone who knew he really should leave the pair alone, he also totally wanted to spy on them and make sure they were doing a good job... Inch by inch the vampire made his way to the open door. Judging by the music playing, Shiro had gotten his way as the songs were all from his youth, not Keith’s.

Peaking around the corner, Lance smiled at the sight of the pair of idiots. Keith was up on Shiro’s shoulders, trying to cover up the mess they’d made of the top moulding. Shiro directed by Keith as he painted. Lance half wished they had surveillance in the nursery because the pair of them were being too damn cute. They’d painted the three walls, leaving the space Lance would have to cut out free enough that it wouldn’t look awkward when the spot was painted to hide the repair. They made such a good team. Shiro had painted down his face again, but he was smiling happily as he teased Keith over dribbling, asking if he needed a bib.

Laughing hard at his brother, Keith nearly fell off Shiro’s shoulders, Lance moving instinctively to catch him, stopping himself a couple of steps into the nursery. Fuck. He’d messed up. He was supposed to be spying, not interrupting

“Lance?”

Preoccupied with not sticking the paintbrush in Shiro’s hair, Keith dropped it as his head snapped up. His boyfriend looked very much like a deer in the headlights as he swallowed hard, before almost nervously starting

“I can explain...”

Lance held his hands up. He wasn’t trying to ruin the moment, not anymore than he had done

“Sorry, I heard the music and saw the light on”

“Oh... Me and Shiro were...”

“Painting the nursery. I noticed. Don’t stop on my account”

Keith slid himself down Shiro’s back, Lance kicking himself for acting without thinking

“I’m not... I mean...”

His boyfriend was attempting to apologise. Lance wasn’t having it

“Babe, seriously, it’s fine. I’m going to head back to bed, you two don’t let me stop you”

“I mean... are you sure?”

“You’re the one who said I was in charge of the back wall, I totally trust you guys. Plus, you haven’t done a bad job”

Shiro cleared his throat

“I didn’t mean to upset you. If you’d really rather...”

Oh Lordy, not Shiro too

“Guys, not mad at all. I was up anyway, and now I’m going to be down again. Gotta try fit in some sleep before I have to pee again. Take your time, just don’t go falling off Shiro’s shoulders. I don’t have workers comp for improvised ladders made from older brothers. Hell, I don’t have workers comp at all”

Both brothers relaxed, Lance waving them goodbye as he headed back to his room. He could hear them discussing whether to continue or not, hoping they would and that Keith would drag him off to see the job they’d done in the morning. When he’d lived alone it wasn’t unusual for him to paint or remodel in the middle of the night when the whim took him. Keith was working hard to be a good dad, but to Lance, his boyfriend already was. The vampire hoped that his boyfriend knew he appreciated everything he did for the three of them, though maybe he’d make extra sure between the sheets come morning.

Keith and Shiro didn’t sleep. Lance woke to find Keith’s side of their bed empty, more than once as he got up to pee then go back to bed. When it rolled around to being a semi decent time to climb up, he’d found both brothers conked out in the nursery. Keith asleep with his head on Shiro’s shoulder, paint rollers laying next to them. Carefully he lifted Shiro first, finding him much heavier than he thought he be as he carried him to his and Keith’s bed, because he knew his boyfriend would freak about him trying to carry Shiro downstairs. Coming back for Keith, he tucked both brothers in next to each other, then set the alarm on his phone for lunch time. Keith had roused a little in his arms, Lance stealing a kiss before assuring him he loved him and he needed a few hours of proper sleep.

Being the earliest riser came with one severe disadvantage. No body was awake to tell him not to go where he’d find something he really didn’t want to see. His kitchen looked as if a bomb had gone off. Blood smeared across the table and counters, his medication bottles smashed in the sink. Glasses randomly placed around the space, the window open, plates broke on the counter. The smell of so much blood sent his ego into overdrive as Lance held his stomach, gutted at the sight before him. Blue was shut in a cupboard, meowing mournfully until Lance gathered her out and into his arms. He’d checked on his way past the living room. Curtis seemed asleep, totally dead to the world and like there was no way he could have possibly been responsible for the mess. Lance couldn’t even try to blame it on raccoons, there weren’t any in the area, and Curtis’s scent hung so strongly in the air.

How was he supposed to tell Curtis? Curtis was one of his best friends. He wanted everything to appear as normal as possibly, but what he’d woken up to left him crying as Blue to tried to escape his tears. He couldn’t deal with everything and have everything appearing normal by the time the others woke. Rieva and Matt would both be mad. Rieva probably madder than he’d ever seen her before. She’d taken on her own role as his protector. Her seeing the destruction caused would send her ego into a fit of rage he honestly feared. His best boy Kosmo hadn’t come to greet him, leaving him with a terrible fear something had been done to him.

Creeping into Matt and Rieva’s room, relief flooded him when he found Kosmo sleeping on the end of the bed. His fur son thudding his tail as he whined at him. Yeah. He got it. Curtis had accidentally scared their fur babies. For now it was safer to leave Kosmo there and Blue with him, despite not wanting to let his precious princess go. Placing Blue down, she let out a “rowr” as she raced across the floor then leapt light on the bed, immediately bunting into Kosmo’s boof head, happy to be reunited with her doggo. Closing the door almost silently, Lance kept his steps light, feeling like an intruder in his own home as he headed to his office.

Krolia had left the door unlocked, making access easy. Slipping into the room, Lance didn’t want to disturb her, but right now he needed someone vaguely more adult than him. His Mami had covered up plenty of times he’d lost his temper thanks to his ego, or thrown up in fear, or had torn through his room to make sure nothing bad was hiding in the shadows. Curtis wasn’t his child, yet he knew how broken hearted he’d be. Maybe acting like nothing was wrong was the wrong move? All he wanted to do was be a good friend.

Shaking Krolia’s shoulder, Krolia roused easily. Lance jumping back as the woman clutched at her chest

“Holy fuck! Jesus, Lance... you scared the shit out of me��

“I’m sorry... Krolia, I need your help... I think I fucked up”

For a woman who’d just been shaken away and given a miniature heart attack as she was, Krolia was a zillion times better at waking up than Keith was. Instantly alert, she pushed back the blankets

“Lance, are you okay?”

There didn’t seem to be the right word to describe how unokay he felt. Her asking served to make him cry harder. The majority of his medication was ruined. He only had what was upstairs now, or what he’d left in his office.

Moving from the single bed, Krolia wrapped her arm around him

“Whoa. You need to calm down... Whatever happened to make you so upset? Here, sit down and tell me”

Lance shook his head. If he sat he’d only risk the chance of Curtis getting up for a glass of water and seeing the carnage

“Can you come with me?”

“Ive got to be honest, I’d rather you sit. You’re kind of scaring me”

“I’m sorry. I don’t know who to ask and I need help right now”

“Is it the twins? Are you in pain?”

“It’s not... it’s easier to show you”

“Okay, lead the way”

Returning to the kitchen, Krolia stalled in the doorway as Lance walked back into his messed up kitchen. Having been in there before, he didn’t think to check the floor, discovering the hard way that there were shattered bottles on the floor too. Whimpering at the unexpected pain, Krolia was by his side in a moment, pulling out the closest chair to force him to sit. Dropping a kiss on the top of his head, for a moment it felt like his Mami was the one there coming to his rescue

“Stay here and don’t move. I’ll get my boots. Here, put this against your foot to stem the bleeding. Can you feel if there’s any glass still in there?”

“I think it is”

Taking the tea towel from Krolia, Lance was thankful that he remained pretty flexible despite the lack of yoga he’d done of late. Pulling out the base of a broken vial from his foot, he threw it into the sink to join the rest before holding the tea towel over the wound. He’d have to tell Shiro about this. Shiro would be devastated too. Matt and Rieva must have had their noise cancelling headphones on and missed the sounds. He had no excuse. There’d been a time when the smallest sound would have woken him. Sleeping in a bed filled with Keith’s scent calmed his ego too much, now this was the price of it. To tell Shiro felt likes betrayal. He felt like that kid running to a teacher to dob in another kid over something that had happened some time ago.

When Krolia came back, she draped one of the blankets from his bed over his shaking shoulders. The tears wouldn’t stop. His foot seemed a far cry pain wise when it came to the emotional pain he felt. His house was his haven. His safe place. A place he filled with love. Three times in the last 24 hours had that been disturbed, all by Curtis who couldn’t even help it. Things well and truly sucked. He needed to get up and help Krolia, but all he wanted to do was cry over the unfairness of the situation

“I’ll start by sweeping the floor. Can I get you anything?”

“I should help”

“I’m not letting you help when you’re in no condition. I know you’ve had complications. For now you should work on settling your emotions”

Krolia was right. He knew his fangs were poking out and his nails clawed. She was right in all the ways he needed right now

“Can... would you maybe please make me a cup of tea?”

Krolia’s skills in the kitchen didn’t exist. He knew that, yet it wasn’t like she could go wrong. Mami always settled him down with a cup of tea. The liquid itself coming second to its scent, a scent he’d always associate with Coran and his mother

“I can do that. You’ll have to tell me how you like it”

“White, one sugar, please”

“Okay”

There was more to that reply that went unsaid. Krolia would call Coran once the evidence was dealt with. He’d need to ask for more medication. Lance knew he was leaking pheromones all over the place, that the stress was bad for the pregnancy, yet Krolia didn’t seem to scent him. Keith would have been able to tell in an instant something was wrong from his scent alone. His body felt slightly flushed, but the deep heavy depressed feeling of the situation seemed the be currently squashing down those particular needs for now. Maybe he should be the one to call Coran? To explain things from his point of view so Coran wouldn’t be too harsh on Curtis. No. Coran wouldn’t be too hard on Curtis. Coran had probably seen so much worse in his long, long, life. His life and the life’s of their friends was probably just a drop in the ocean compared to everything Coran had done in his time.

“Here’s your tea. I’m starting to feel like a real mum. First Keith, and now you”

Krolia seemed pleased as she passed Lance his tea, he’d been so in his head he’d barely noticed her make it

“You talked to Keith?”

“A bit. He was angsting over how to wake Shiro to talk to him”

Lance stared down at his tea. Krolia had put the milk straight in so the colour was a sad off white. Still, he appreciated it as he breathed in deeply trying to focus on the scent of the tea instead of the blood

“Oh. Yeah. He does that. He still says he’s bad with words... he’s really not. He’s just carrying the trauma still of when people dismissed him without listening. Sometimes he doesn’t know just how much he says with the things he doesn’t say”

“He told me I wasn’t making sense”

Lance could imagine. By default Krolia was quite brash, though she did have her secretive ways about her

“I’m sorry for waking you up. I didn’t... I mean, I could have cleaned this place up, but... Did I do the right thing? Not making a fuss? Or did I hurt Curtis more by downplaying it”

Krolia hummed as she looked around at the mess

“You were trying to help a friend”

“I know. He did so much for me. He’s done so much for me. He tried to stand up protect me... I hate that he... that he probably hates himself so much right now. I know what it’s like to lose control of your body, but my pain isn’t his and I can’t understand his pain. It’s funny. I spent years alone. In the past this wouldn’t have bothered me. I would have cleaned it up and not said anything to anyone. I don’t know how to explain to Keith that I’m nearly out of medication again”

“He’ll understand. He’s very understanding when it comes to you”

“I know. I know I burden him by being like this”

“Keith would be sad to hear that”

“I know that too. I mean, I know being a carer is hard. Watching the person you care for change more and more each day”

“Things well get better. I remember how hormonal I felt when pregnant with Keith. The worries of bring him into this world. The worries over my limitation of what I could do to protect him. His father was a mess. The slightest pain or discomfort and he panicked”

Lance snorted with a shake of his head. Like father like son. He loved Keith beyond measurable amounts and words. A single touch could settle his thoughts. A single smile left him all goopy inside. Absolutely anything Keith wanted, Lance wanted to be the one to give it to him. He wanted to continue to grow beside Keith. To nurture their relationship and grow with him. To face all the good and bad times together. He was now hiding one of those bad times from him. Keith needed rest, obviously. Falling asleep with Shiro beside him, the two must have had a good talk. If he told Keith later, he’d be upset he didn’t come to him right away, like how he hadn’t called when his sisters came to see him. The movies never showed how hard being with someone and planning to be with them forever was. Keith would get all moody when Lance pointed out that he needed the rest.

“Krolia, I’ll be back in a minute”

He couldn’t hide this from Keith. Keith needed to know that Lance knew he could turn to him, no matter the situation. Shiro really needed Keith’s support right now, and it’d be better for Keith to know the truth before they told Shiro

“Okay, but before you go, where’s the broom?”

“In the laundry. The dust pan is there too”

“Alrighty. You leave this to me. Wow, I even sound like a proper mother”

Krolia was a proper mother in her own way. She was certainly filling in the gaps of longing for maternal comfort after Mami passed in her own special Krolia way

“You are a proper mother. I won’t be too long”

Trudging up the stairs, Lance cursed them mentally. Today there seemed to be twice as many as there actually were, his back complaining as he straightened up, before promptly half slouching, trying to find that sweet spot where his muscles didn’t want to spasm. Yeah, he was round for his weekage. He felt he seemed rounder than Google showed he should be, but as long as that wasn’t hurting the twins he’d have to bare with it. Shuffling to his room, he found Keith and Shiro where he’d left them. Anxiety over what to say bubbled up, but now he’d made his mind up to tell Keith, he couldn’t turn and head back down those damn stairs empty handed.

Opting to sit on the bed next to his boyfriend, Lance stole a kiss. Keith looked so peaceful, adding to the guilt he already felt about waking him. Opting against shaking him awake and making him panic, Lance nuzzled into Keith’s cheek, pressing kisses to the soft skin brushing against his lips

“Babe, babe, I need you to wake up for me”

Keith was horrible at waking up, unless he either woke up naturally or he woke up with Lance straddling his lap for morning kisses and something more if they were in the mood

“Babe, please. I need you to wake up now”

Nosing a little harder, his boyfriend groaned at him sleepily

“Keith, I need you to wake up for me”

“Sleeeping”

“I know. I know but I need you to get up like right now”

The next groan Keith gave had no English translation

“I know. I need your help”

That seemed to work. Confused purple eyes squinting at him as Lance pulled back enough that Keith could see his face

“Babe?”

“Something happened. I need you to come with me”

“Wha... babies?”

Right. Keith had no clue why his precious sleep was being disturbed

“No. No, I’m okay. I just... I really need you to come with me right now”

“Whaaa... Shiro?”

Lance had the unfair advantage of knowing about the shit storm in his kitchen, that and being more awake than asleep

“He’s right here in bed, but... he can’t see this”

“Your scent... somethings...”

Yeah. His scent was doing its own thing, his eyes were filled with tears and the position hurt his back. Lance already knew he was far from fighting form

“I’ll explain, but... it’s easier to show you... I... I need you to come with me”

Getting Keith moving, his boyfriend was more of a hazard than the damn stairs. His boyfriend tripping on his own feet, leading Lance to catch him as he half leapt down, whimpering as his feet his the floor. With the shock shooting straight up his back, and his healing foot that he’d kind of half forgotten from his back pain, the landing was about as rad as the mess waiting. Yeah. Have a baby they said. It’ll all work out, they said. They didn’t warn him about all the hard work in the middle of it all

“Babe?”

Lance was holding Keith to hold himself up far more than Keith was holding him for the same reason

“I’m okay... my back’s sore, but I need to show you”

“You’re making me worried”

For Keith to have such a grasp on the English language his boyfriend must be internally freaking. Lance hadn’t exactly eased any of his worries

“I’m okay... physically, I’m okay. It’s Krolia... something happened. Not to her, but she’s helping and I... I need you right now”

Straightening himself, Keith moved from his side to standing in front of him. Moving to cup Lance’s cheek, it was more like a light slap as Keith sleepily tried to coordinate himself

“Babe, you’re worrying me. Just... tell me what happened”

“Curtis... he... well, it’s easier if I show you. It’s in the kitchen. Everyone’s alright, but... I’m... kind of... right now I need you to help me out because I’m out of my depth”

Keith’s “galaxy eyes” softened, nodding immediately

“Okay. Whatever it is, it’ll be okay”

“I really hope so... try not to freak out too much. The others are sleeping”

Keith went in front of him, Lance bumping into him when his boyfriend suddenly stopped

“What the fuck?!”

Lance flinched. Yeah. This wasn’t good. Not only was Keith blinded by the kitchen lights, he was forced to see pretty much the same things Lance had... other than the floor. Krolia hadn’t done a bad job of sweeping up the worst of it. Taking a deep breath, all his words came out like word vomit, seeking reassurance that he’d done the right thing by waking Keith and Krolia for help

“I woke up and the kitchen was like this. I didn’t want to wake you up but I didn’t want to hide this from you and I didn’t want you to feel like I was hiding things. I know you barely slept, and I know I woke mum up first, but I... This is my fault and I... I kind of really need you to help because I’m too freaked to adult right now”

“Keith! We meet again. Make yourself useful and get Lance sitting down again. Then you can start on the table while I start on sink”

Right. Blood on his table... Krolia seemed happy to have a helper that wasn’t him. It seemed his boyfriend had bonded more with Krolia during whatever talk they’d had. Lance had his own questions for Krolia, namely did she know about the ring box Keith kept in his drawer and what the fuck it meant for their relationship. Lance thought they’d agreed to wait, now had this additional little voice in his head telling him he should snoop and find out more. Having his boyfriend in the same space calmed his ego, letting him refocus on what needed to happen next

“You need to be careful getting blood out of wood. It would have already stained. Grab some paper towels to mop it up, then we’ll need to clean up what’s left as carefully as possible. We can cover the stain with a table cloth”

“Oh, great thinking! You really did snag a great man. Lance, I want you to sit back down again and finish that cup of tea. You’re still in shock”

He had to admit that he most certainly was still in shock. Keith sighing heavily as he looked to the floor

“Am I going to get glass in my feet?”

“Like Lance did? He really should be off his feet right now”

As Keith turned to him, Lance raised his hands in surrender

“I know. I’ll sit. I got the glass out and tossed it in the sink...”

“Why was there glass on the floor to begin with?”

Moving his left hand to the back of his head, he scratched his hair nervously

“Uh, well, you know...”

“Curtis smashed his medication”

“He did what?!”

Dobbed in by Krolia, Keith was instantly furious at the news. Lance had been trying to figure the right way to ease into the conversation, this was not it

“I have a few vials... you should probably leave the ones in the sink. My blood’s in there and we can’t risk infection”

“Right now I don’t give a fuck. Go back to bed, babe. We’ll fucking deal with this”

“But you’ve been up all night painting”

“And we’ll deal with this right now. Go lay down”

Lance was kind of unimpressed

“I can help”

“Babe, seriously, I’m about to lose my temper. You need that medication and he fucking knows if”

Bursting into tears again, Lance wept for his friend

“He can’t help it. You’ve seen what happens when I act out of ego. Hating him for this is as good as hating me”

Keith sighed, Lance drawn against him as his boyfriend kissed his hair, before relying

“I don’t hate him. I’m mad at the situation. This isn’t what I wanted to wake up to, but I’m glad you came and got me”

“I wanted you to know I rely on you. That I know I can rely on you”

“I know, babe. Can you please let me and mum handle this?”

“I can help. This is my house”

“I know it is, but this isn’t our first time cleaning up blood. You resting right now, is going to help me concentrate on getting this cleaned up”

“I don’t want to be a burden”

“Babe, you’re not a burden. I don’t want to lash out and I don’t want to say something to hurt you. Why don’t you wait in the office until we’re done? I promise I’ll come get you when this is cleaned up”

“But...”

“Babe, please?”

Lance couldn’t say no to Keith asking. He felt completely useless. He wanted Curtis to be happy. He wanted Keith to understand. He knew how Keith got when he was cranky, that meant he wanted to be there for him to help him through those feelings. But, if he was in the way...

“Okay. I trust you”

“And I love you”

“I love you, too. I’ll be in the office. I’m not up for the stairs right now”

In the office he could listen to what was happening. He’d have to content himself with that

“Okay. This shouldn’t take long. Then I’ll come cuddle the fuck out of you”

“You do give the best cuddles”

“I thought Hunk did?”

“Mmm... but you’re cuddles are different. I feel bad I woke you”

“You did the right thing. Now go rest, and don’t think I haven’t forgotten about your foot. I want to take a look at that too”

“Okay... Thank you”

“You’re welcome”

Closing the door to the office, Lance locked it behind him. Should Curtis wake up and attempt something, he didn’t know how he’d handle the idea of having to fight his friend. His instincts were such a mess that instead of standing up for himself, his body was telling him to put as much space between him and his friend as he could do nothing could happen to the twins. Sitting on the bed seemed to have an immediate effect. Lance moving to curl up under the covers. He missed his bed with all the blankets and the sense of security they brought, for now though, this was all he could do to feel safe.

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupid #I’m sorry Curtis #I just need more Krolia with our boys #and a reason to have that demon out faster

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impala1967dwinchester · 4 years

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Dean Winchester: Save Her Part 2

*Not My GIF*

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Cussing, cuddles, an argument between Sam and Dean

Rating: Adult Mature

Point of view: Dean Winchesters

Summary: The next few months that past by Dean is trying his hardest to make up for his own bad decision. He does something to let her know just how important she is to him.

Word count: 1,631

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For the last couple of months since I yelled at Y/n, I have tried to make up for it. Hunts had gone smoother at least I think, Sam had ended up having a very detailed conversation.

He talked to me about how I needed to understand her feelings, notice when she is starting to recluses herself, or is just quiet. Important things that Y/n had brought to my attention when I caught her trying to leaving.

I guess this was going to be work. If I wanted her to stay with us and with me, I had to be able to work on the things that Y/n needed me to work on. So from now I just want things to go better for the 2 of us.

Y/n and I had been working on things, less yelling, and more talking. The tension between Y/n had finally dialed down, but Sam was still very upset with me. You see if he had just said something to me I would have realized what I had done sooner and then Y/n wouldn't have left well almost left.

Redeeming myself was the first thing to do on my list. I really don't have a plan, but maybe something will come to me.

Sam found a hunt, that was only about 30 minutes away from the bunker. So we packed our things and drove out to the hunt, this was going to be a simple salt&burn at least that what Sam and I thought. Instead, it turned out to be an object that was cursed and then a salt&burn.

In the process of trying to keep the monster at bay and light the damn object on fire, Y/n had been knocked out and hurt pretty badly.

"Son of a bitch!"

I said after the object started to burn, causing the ghost to burn and cry out. Finally, I was able to make my way to Y/n she had a bad cut down here upper thigh, and a few smaller cuts on her chin and cheek. She was out cold still breathing, I picking up her body. Sam hot on my tail opening all the doors so I could place her in the back after doing, so I threw the keys at Sam getting into the back of the Impala resting Y/n head on my lap.

"I shouldn't have let her come on this hunt."

I spoke loudly enough for Sam to hear me over the reve of the engine.

"What? This is exactly why you guys got into a fight and she almost left because you think she can't handle it."

Sam said, he thinks that we didn't resolve our relationship and that I still don’t think she is capable of going on a hunt.

"No Sam, that's not what this is okay. I just don't like seeing her get hurt especially when neither one of us got hurt. And yes I know it comes in the job description but I guess I am just tired of seeing the people I love most being hurt. That goes for everyone else, even you Sam."

I said to Sam. My whole demeanor and tone changing as I become more and more upset with every word I said. Y/n shifted in my lap, her eyes fluttering open seeing that she was in fact not where she was last awake. The ending to our conversation coming rather quickly, but I personally think Sam was coming to understand that I was no longer upset with Y/n, I just wanted her to be as safe as possible.

The rest of the car ride was quiet. Y/n curling up in a ball the cut in her thigh bleeding, so much that it was bleeding through to her jeans. She winched when she moved, causing her to close her eye her nose squishing up in a base at the base of where her glasses usually sat. Finally making it to the bunker carrying Y/n in, laying her in her bed. I really didn't want to violate her, so I grabbed a pair of scissors, and the medical kit that held all the shit I'd end up need. I was hoping that she wouldn't mind me cutting through her jeans.

I put a mental note to go out shopping with her so she could get some brand new jeans and other things. Something to calm her mind, but anyways back to the deep gash that lined Y/n's upper thigh. I brought the scissors to the bottom of her jeaned leg and cut through the almost skin-tight pair of jeans that Y/n decided to wear today. As I cut the material Y/n started to stir but not enough to cause the blade of the scissors to cause her any more pain than she was already in. I cleaned the gash and stitched her wound up the needle piercing her skin caused her to awake, with a scream that could make anyone have an instant headache.

She looked at me confused, she went to speak but I cut her off. Telling her that she was cut pretty badly and I hadn't violated her but instead cut her jeans, she huffed and pulled her hand out in the motion of "Give me" like when a child wants something from their parents. I had a feeling I knew what she wanted, she wanted my flask, and more specifically my whiskey filled flask.

I finished cleaning up her thigh and then moved her face, just making sure that everything was covered, and cleaned.

2 Months later

Y/n's gash was finally coming together and making a nice scar, the next week when she was finally able to put weight and pressure on her leg. We went to the mall and shopped for some jeans for her, Sam and I "Penelope Jackson" Poor girl she had gotten scammed and now was paying for almost three hundred dollars worth of clothes.

Y/n and I went out to a nice dinner a week after we went shopping, Y/n wore a beautiful rose gold dress with a pendant that was a rose. It lined up very nicely with her cleavage leaving everything and nothing to be imagined about on a later notice. We had dinner at this quiet little Italiana restaurant, Y/n had gotten some red wine, and I got a beer. Of course, sometime later when our waiter came back we both ordered dinner, something along the lines fo me getting a meatloaf and Y/n getting a very good looking chicken alfredo, with a side salad cause she's a health bug-like Sam is.

We talked about hunts we had gone on before coming together and working together, we talked about how we had dreams before being dragged into the huntin' business. We ate talked some more my eyes one in a while leading down her cleavage and down her curves that of course, I could see due to sitting down at a booth. As our waiter came back, he also took a small glance at her. I tried my hardest to try to control my anger, and I am proud of my self. The waiter asked us if we wanted dessert Y/n got a key lime pie slice which is fucking disgusting, but everyone has that thing that is special to them, I on the other hand order a simple Apple pie like any average joe would do when given a choice.

The waiter came back with the check and our plates of dessert and left as quickly as he came.

"He was lookin' at you know,"

I said in a hushed tone.

"I know. But it doesn't matter because I came here with you, not with him. I'm pretty sure people can look just not touch."

Y/n said dropping her fork so she could move her hand over mine calming my nerves and anger down to a comfortable boiling point.

Just has Y/n finished I slide a small box over the table with a card under the little black box.

"Open the card first then you open the box,"

I said with a blush rising in my cheeks.

The card read something like

"Every love story is beautiful... Ours is my favorite one though." I drew a winky face and that was all I wrote in the card. She giggled and looked up at me in confusion when she put the card back in the envelope.

Looking back to me to see if it was okay if she opened the little black box. I shook my head in an up and down motion.

She grabbed it, opening it slowly like it was going to trick her. Her eyes lite up when a blue stoned ring was in front of her. I could see the wheels turning in her mind, but she didn't get it so I spoke up saying

"This is my promise to you Y/n. You know like a promise ring. A promise that I will keep trying my hardest to be understanding, let my anger go, and be there by your side. Never let you get hurt, have kids with you, travel the world with you, and grow old with you. I want nothing more than to promise you those things so I am giving you this ring to say that I, Dean Winchester will always be there for you Y/n y/L/n. I love you and that's a promise too."

She had a few stare tears rollin' down her face, she slides the ring onto her ring finger on her left hand. She got up hugging me deeply. I'd say that I definitely pulled myself out a little bit more out of the huge fuckin' hole I made. I promise her and I won't break it for anything or anyone else.

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imagitory · 4 years

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Just thought I’d share a little of my progress in the game Harry Potter: Hogwarts Mystery! Right now I’ve just started year 5, and yeah, while the game definitely isn’t perfect, I’m having fun! If you want to read more about my character, I put in a cut! (Sorry about my character holding hands with your character Alana’s bae, @weasleyismyking540 -- if I could’ve picked Chiara as Carewyn’s other half instead, I would have!)

My character, Carewyn “Cursebreaker” Cromwell, although she resembles me quite a bit visually, isn’t exactly like me, but one thing that she and I do share is a love of fashion! She changes outfits all the time depending on what she’s doing, from wearing all black when she was tailing Rakepick to wearing the Weasley sweater she got from Bill when she was trying to become Prefect. The outfit she’s wearing in her screenshots and in the biggest sketch I did is her usual “adventure” outfit, though she will break out the black version when she needs to be stealthy, like when she sneaked into the Forbidden Forest in fourth year. She also managed to become a Prefect, despite her disregard for the rules! In my head, I imagine it’s largely due to her maternal streak, rather than any astounding respect for rules and regulations: even if she’s a Slytherin, she likes protecting and looking after other people, especially social outcasts, since she herself has had to deal with a decent amount of people misjudging her.

Backstory -- Carewyn is the second child and only daughter of the half-blood Cromwell family. Her father, Evan Bach, was a Muggle who left his family when his son Jacob received his Hogwarts letter and his wife, Lane, revealed her magical ancestry to him. After that, both Jacob and Carewyn took on their mother’s maiden name, Cromwell. Carewyn was a late-in-life surprise for her parents, being born only two years before Jacob started at Hogwarts. Jacob disappeared when Carewyn was eight years old, and ever since, Carewyn has been starved for news about her lost brother. Part of her worries that Jacob -- a Ravenclaw who was kind of obsessed with learning and achieving every single thing he could -- has gotten roped in with some bad people or, worse, that he might not even want to be found, so as to not shame her or their mother or to keep them from harm. Whatever his reason is, though, Carewyn knows she has to find out what happened to Jacob and remove the shadow of the Cursed Vaults looming over her if she has any hope of living her life the way she wants. Carewyn is close with her mother, Lane, but has greatly downplayed her involvement with the Cursed Vaults so as not to worry her.

Carewyn’s biggest flaw is her pride. Although she’s made a lot of friends at Hogwarts, she has difficulty showing vulnerability and tries to be perfect in absolutely everything she does. If she doesn’t think she can do something, Carewyn tends to ignore it and/or pretend it doesn’t matter. To complicate matters, when she started at Hogwarts, she actually dreamed of doing all of the normal things Hogwarts students do, like joining clubs, the Quidditch team, and the Frog Choir, but because of her brother Jacob and the Cursed Vaults, she’s had to basically put all of her more selfish ambitions on the back burner. After writing to her mother for advice, Carewyn selflessly gave up her spot in the Frog Choir -- something she really, really wanted -- to Merula with the thought that since she earned the spot once, she could always get it back the following year when there would be room for both her and Merula, but even that ended up having to be put off because of her quest to find the Cursed Vaults. Carewyn enjoys watching and playing Quidditch, but is reluctant to commit to the Slytherin team because she’s afraid of letting them down. Carewyn is actually kind of a stick in the mud too! Unlike her brother Jacob, Carewyn is a meticulous organizer and planner who believes everything has its place, and despite liking Tonks and Tulip quite a bit personality-wise, she can’t stand the idea of most pranks, thinking they end up really mean-spirited and kind of stupid rather than anything funny. (This of course only makes her a fantastic target for pranks among her friends, who think she needs to lighten up!) Appropriate to a Slytherin, though, Carewyn can also be a little manipulative -- despite having a very strong moral compass, she isn’t above putting on an innocent face, playing mind games, or out right lying if it’ll help her reach her goals. She likes to look her best around everyone, both in her fashion sense and in how she behaves, and she hates it when her more negative impulses or insecurities peek through. Her biggest insecurity is her lack of control about her own life. Because she feels like she’s the one with the most drive to find the Cursed Vaults and break their enchantments, Carewyn has subconsciously assumed all responsibility for the fall-out and blames herself if anyone else is put in danger because of her search for her brother or because of the Vaults. She wants to control absolutely everything in her life, but the most she can control nearly all of the time is her attitude, her workspace, and how she presents herself, so she does so. Her greatest fear would be a threat she’d have no hope of controlling or overcoming -- namely, Voldemort.

Relationship-wise, Carewyn’s closest friends are Chiara, Bill, Talbott, Charlie, and Barnaby. She also really respects the eccentric Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, Orion, and fancies Ravenclaw’s own “Style Wizard,” Andre Egwu, who shares her love of Quidditch and fashion. The thing Carewyn likes best about Andre is how passionate he is about his interests and therefore how much fun their conversations are. Fortunately Carewyn’s interest is reciprocated -- Andre and Carewyn attended the Celestial Ball together and have now been on two dates, one at Madame Puddifoot’s and one in one of the Hogwarts Greenhouses after a Valentine’s party hosted by Gilderoy Lockhart that neither of them remember very well. (META NOTE: As mentioned, I probably would’ve paired Carewyn with Chiara if ANY of the dating events would’ve let me, but I really like Andre too. And after choosing him for the Celestial Ball, it only felt right for Carewyn to stick with him, as I see her as a very monogamous sort, relationship-wise.)

Carewyn latched onto Chiara very quickly because of her “outcasted” status as a werewolf, and since then, she’s sort of become Chiara’s own personal Sirius Black, using her hawk Animagus form to keep Chiara company when she transforms. The Weasley family (Bill especially) sort of filled the hole that Jacob left in Carewyn’s life, but because Carewyn loves magical creatures, she really enjoys talking about dragons with Charlie and everything else with Barnaby. (Barnaby really enjoys whenever Carewyn sings to the creatures she’s working with to try to calm them down.) Carewyn was also pleasantly surprised to find out that Talbott enjoys poetry, given that she loves the arts (music especially), so she encourages him wholeheartedly in his writing, even if her enthusiasm kind of weirds Talbott out a bit. (He likes it, though.) Carewyn clashes most with Tulip (largely because of Carewyn’s aforementioned dislike of mischief), Ismelda (her sadistic streak turns Carewyn off big time), Skye (Carewyn was really upset when Skye started telling rumors about Erika Rath without any proof!), and Professor Rakepick (who Carewyn at present doesn’t trust at all, but will be play nicely with if it’ll help her find out what happened to her brother). (META NOTE: I also adore that Carewyn and Rakepick have some physical similarities, even though that wasn’t on purpose -- it just makes for great visual symbolism, considering that Rakepick is clearly trying to groom Carewyn as one of her apprentices!) Carewyn is also pretty protective of Ben and now Penny, since her younger sister Bea has gotten trapped in a portrait thanks to the Vaults’ most recent curse.

Although the so-called “Most Powerful Witch at Hogwarts,” Merula Snyde, would love it if she were Carewyn’s main rival at school, Carewyn’s kind of gotten tired of the old song and dance Merula’s done with her these last five years and now tends to just ignore her terrible behavior. When Merula is willing to play nice, Carewyn’s glad for her help, but she honestly just isn’t interested in indulging Merula when she’s being awful anymore (which is often). And as much as Carewyn may think of Merula as immature and irritating, she knows that Merula had it rough growing up and that the two of them have a few things in common, like their love of music, and her mother (who was a Ravenclaw like her brother) would counsel her to choose the more peaceful route over active hostility. Carewyn wouldn’t call Merula a friend exactly, but she’s more of an ally of an enemy purely out of necessity, and for that, Carewyn shows Merula the base level of compassion and respect, but nothing more.

Carewyn’s favorite professors are Flitwick -- who taught her about Wizard Dueling and teaches her favorite class, Charms -- and McGonagall -- the one teacher who she respects above all others and would never have the heart to lie to. Being a Slytherin, Carewyn also trusts Snape’s judgement, even if she gets little of the standard favoritism from him: she was all too eager to try to help him spy on Rakepick. She also adores Care of Magical Creatures and probably would enjoy History of Magic more if Professor Binns didn’t teach the class, since her mother Lane works as a magical historian.

Carewyn’s love of magical creatures has prompted her to adopt several pets and magical creatures on the Hogwarts grounds. Her most constant companion is her orange tabby cat Mimi (named for the halfhearted “meows” she gives), but Tulip also gave Carewyn a toad she named Sir Robin the Brave, or “Robin” for short (kudos to anyone who gets the reference!!). At the magical creature preserve, Carewyn has trained a Niffler named Wicket, a Fairy named Belle, a Welsh Green Dragon named Esmeralda, a Porlock named Tumnus, and an Abraxan Winged Horse named Arjuna. Carewyn’s connection with her Abraxan is also beautifully reflected in her Patronus, which is also a Winged Horse.

I’m looking forward to seeing where my curse-breaking baby goes from here! For those of you who have advanced further in the game than me, I can’t wait to catch up with you!

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2manyfandoms2count · 4 years

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#MarichatMay Day 20+22

Double prompt because I’m late on the Marichat schedule and day 20 and 21 (spoiler alert) have kisses in them so I guess that’s two halves?... Hope you enjoy this one!

@marichatmay

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Day 20: Cat got your tongue + Day 22: Kiss

Marinette waited anxiously on her balcony, scrutinising the rooftops. There was something ominous about the note Chat Noir had left during his previous visit. She had been asleep already, finally giving into the exhaustion that had built up over the course of the previous month; the Akuma attacks had been as relentless as her teachers piling up homework. And Chat’s visits hadn’t helped either, although she refused to blame him for her state. She loved having him around, their time together had been the only moments when she’d felt completely relaxed.

He hadn’t come around since leaving the note, and that had been three days ago. He’d also bailed on patrol ever since. It had been the longest she hadn’t seen him since... Well, since she could remember. She had tried to probe what was going on as Ladybug, since she actually had a way to communicate with him, but every call went straight to voicemail. And Marinette was so desperate to hear his voice she listened to it every time, the familiar “cat got your tongue?” imprinted in her brain to the point that she could hear him in her mind. The fact he wouldn’t reply, not even with a text, to Ladybug made her think something was definitely wrong.

She looked down to the piece of paper she was holding, although she didn’t need it to see it to know exactly what it said. The note, which used to be smoothly folded in two, was now severely crinkled from her nervous re-reads, but the writing had held on. “Can you meet me on your roof at 8pm in three days? I need to talk to you. CN” He’d added the date, presumably to clarify when they were to meet up in case she hadn’t found the message immediately, and a black and green paw print. No mention of what it was he needed to talk to her about, nor of why he’d be going AWOL for the next few days.

Finally, she heard the soft “clink” of metal against tiles and the familiar sound of Chat’s baton retracting behind the chimneys that limited her balcony. Marinette turned around to face the direction of the sound, leaning as nonchalantly as she could on the railing, arms crossed above her chest. She’d thought about how to react when she saw him a lot, various scenarios including her yelling at him for being so cryptic and hugging him if he looked alright (she’d tried not to focus on the possibility that he might be hurt). After pondering it for a while, she thought the best thing was probably to let him explain himself. As far as she knew, she and Chat Noir were about the same age, so if she felt tired and slightly overwhelmed, chances were that he was in the same boat.

One thing she hadn’t prepared for, however, was him arriving with a full bouquet of red roses. And a dishevelled look that gave away that he, too, had struggled with sleep since they’d last seen each other.

“Hi.” She -almost- squeaked, her voice catching in her throat at the sight. She couldn’t help it, her legs moved automatically to bring her closer to him, and her hands seemed to fly of their own accord to his face and his torso, checking for any damage. When they seemed confident he was fine, however, one of them balled up into a fist and hit him on the shoulder, perhaps a little stronger than Marinette would have had she been thinking.

“Meowch.” Chat jumped backwards, rubbing his arm. “What was that for, Purr-incess?”

“Er, what about leaving the worst message ever, and then not giving a sign of life? Even Ladybug couldn’t reach you.” She scowled. So much for hearing him out.

“You were worried about me?” A genuine smile spread on his face. She noticed his tail move to a vertical position, the end twitching slightly. He looked like a kid on Christmas day, having discovered the gift he wanted most within a pile of presents. “Enough to ask Ladybug about me?”

“You can’t just go around distributing notes like that and expect people not to expect the worst.” She rolled her eyes.

Chat tried his best to keep a straight face, but the twinkle in his eyes betrayed his delight at the information. “Sorry, Marinette, I really didn’t mean to scare you. You... you just looked so tired, I thought I’d give you some space so you could recover. I’ve slightly overworked myself too, that’s why LB didn’t get any news either.”

“Next time maybe you could add that to your letter? Might avoid people getting too anxious.” Well, one person in particular. “Anyway, what are those for?” Marinette’s attention, now reassured about the health and safety of her favourite cat, had been redirected to the flowers he was holding.

“You mean who are these for?” He replied, his mischievous expression back. “Well, Princess, these would be for you.” He offered her the flowers. Her first reflex was to smell them. They were as fragrant as a Summer day.

“What’s the occasion?” Although she was trying to maintain a calm voice, her heart rate started to pick up, and she felt a warm blush creep up her cheeks.

“Well, see, Marinette, the reason I needed to talk to you is because I had an epiphany.” He used wide gestures, but something in his eyes let her know that he wasn’t as confident about this as he was letting on.

“An epiphany, really?” She cocked an eyebrow.

“Absolutely. The other day, I was sitting somewhere or another with LB, the sun was setting, birds chirping, ladida, and she put her head on my shoulder.” That had been a slight moment of weakness from Marinette. She didn’t know exactly why, but she felt more comfortable being affectionate with Chat when he came over than when they were on patrol together, probably because then she could shed the responsibilities of her alter ego. “And normally, I get slightly flustered when she does stuff like that, but that day, the only thing I was thinking was how much I wished it was you there instead of her.” He took the smirk she was trying so hard to conceal -oh, the irony- as an invitation to continue.

“I wanted to talk to you about it, but when I came around you were asleep and you were so peaceful I couldn’t decently wake you. I took that as a sign that I should give myself some time to think, because with the infatuation I had for LB I thought maybe... maybe I was just very tired.”

Marinette’s face had contorted into something rather indecipherable for the poor boy. Truth be told, she couldn’t quite unravel it herself. A part of her wanted to laugh. At the situation, in relief (because even if this was a serious matter, she and Chat Noir... dating? Possibly?, it was a lot less serious than what she had imagined), with joy. The other part of her wanted to cry, basically for the same reasons. A while ago, she’d caught herself thinking exactly what he was thinking, in a moment when Adrien and her had been alone, his arm around her waist as he corrected her fencing position. It made no sense, of course. Why would Chat Noir be the one tilting up her arm, his own warm against hers, tilting her hand to bring the sword slightly inside, his face close to hers as he almost whispered the instructions in her ear?

From then on, she’d paid more attention to signals of her attraction to Chat. How had so many piled up without her noticing? The fact he looked good in that leather suit (to say she’d once rolled her eyes, and thought that he was just showing off), that she craved his laugh, his puns, his presence at her side, that she missed him as soon as he left her. She just hadn’t taken the time to talk to him. Which she knew she could do. Unlike with Adrien, talking to Chat was easy.

“No offence!” Chat Noir’s eyes were filled with horror at the thought that he could have upset her; her neutral facial expression, like the calm before a storm, and silence let him think he’d had. He was used to a chat-tier Marinette, he hadn’t intended on rambling on like this.

A smile finally erupted on her face, and she felt the bouquet slip from her grasp as her hands flew to Chat’s hair, tangling themselves into it as she closed the distance between them, their lips colliding midway. He didn’t react at first, his brain not having had the time to process the situation.

When it did, though, his arms tightened around her waist, bringing her ever closer. He answered her passion with enthusiasm, smiling against her lips as they kissed in the moonlight. They were frozen in time, yet not, spinning, yet firmly anchored to the ground.

Marinette finally interrupted the kiss, the need for oxygen temporarily greater than her urge to kiss Chat. Her Chat. Her forehead against his, panting slightly as she breathed, she noticed his expression of mixed awe and disbelief.

“Is that something a purr-son who has taken offence would do?” She grinned.

Chat remained silent, a slightly dumbfounded look on his face.

“Well then, Kitty, cat got your tongue?” Marinette prompted again, a twinkle in her eye.

“I love you so much, you know that?” He finally whispered, his smile the best thing she had ever seen.

“Me, too.” Her answer was almost drowned by Chat Noir swooping in for another kiss.

#marichatmay2020 #marichatmay #marichat #marinette dupain cheng #chat noir #miraculous ladybug #the miraculous tales of ladybug and cat noir #ladybug #mlb #cat got your tongue #kiss #elle writes

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partyinthemysterymachine · 4 years

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in which i have a lot of words to say about @storyweaverofgondor ‘s “Tugger is older than Munkustrap” theory

so here is my take:

((brief note: i don’t think tribe members spend all their time in the Junkyard, of course. they all have lives outside of it and do their own thing and have experiences. i realized a lot of the way this is written makes it sound like they’re always there. it’s important for me to mention, i reckon, that Tugger and Macavity spend a decent amount of time on the outside, as it directly influences so many of their attributes. wink wonk.))

i imagine Tugger is very keen. like i mentioned in the post, he can read people very well. he liked to people watch, and still does, and in it he picked up some good skills in figuring others out. this was one of the things that Deut saw in him that would make him a valuable protector: Tugger watched.

Deut saw Tugger become a chameleon. it wasn’t that his open and bold personality was fake. he was very genuine; what you see is what you get. because of that, it was harder for other Jellicles to regard him as someone capable of appropriate seriousness. he couldn’t at all be certain how intuitive Tugger was to some of these opinions, but considering his hidden talents, it’d probably been common knowledge to him for a long time.

i think Tugger had shown initiative more than a handful of times. older members of the tribe gossiped and sighed about him, but could not ignore that he would make a fine Protector. it was a lot of back and forth. Tugger didn’t mind; all the talk was interesting. he’d take it back to Deut and they’d have a laugh about it, or maybe a frank discussion followed by heavy awkwardness in knowing what in Tugger’s future.

he loved the idea of being the Protector. “proving” others wrong didn’t matter to him; it wasn’t ever about that. Tugger embodied “i don’t give two shits about anyone’s opinion”. he was self-assured, very easygoing, sincere; things rolled right off his back. if they didn’t, well— you’d never know. the eldest was patient and calm, no matter what his ostentatious personality had to say about it. he’s level headed.

Tugger and Macavity have had a really strange relationship. they’re about two years apart. from the very beginning they’d been side-eyeing one other. it seemed like they never quite thought what to make of his brother. they didn’t outright hate each other at any one point. they didn’t have explosive arguments. they didn’t have any really big problems. (just the little ones; Tugger used Mac’s favorite cup, Mac wouldn’t stop touching Tugger’s stuff, Tugger sneezed, Mac had the audacity have more fun with a toy than Tugger did, dad make him stop staring at me, well he stared at me first! etc was a part of their kitten years.)

as they got older, they still appeared to be having some trouble processing each other. for all terms and purposes their relationship just looked strange. they always looked kind of leery of the other. ask Tugger about it, he’d just shrug and say, ‘i dunno.’ ask Mac about it, he’d just shrug and dismissively say, ‘okay.’ try to probe any more and one would get a wealth of shrugging.

it kind of drove Deut up the wall. he tried many times to pin it to the easy fact and conclusion that they were two very, very different people. there was some hope that their eccentricities were just some weird, long “phase”. that was opinion based how sometimes he’d find them curled up together. they’d have the same bored or vaguely annoyed expressions but seem as content as can be having a cuddle in silence. sometimes Tugger would be asleep, Macavity leaning on him while he read, or they’d be awake and simply sitting there in total silence, the tips of their tails gently tapping to prove they were feeling just fine.

they clearly enjoyed each other in their own way. they also seemed to prefer each other’s company in privacy. Deut had commented on it, and asked them first: why do they hide away like this, and second: if they truly are friendly, then why do they act so strangely around each other?

and predictably, all he got were shrugs.

Deut could never, ever figure them out, and he swore it would drive him batshit insane. this behavior continued well into their teens.

when Munkustrap came about, Tugger was seven and Macavity five. considering how the two acted already, there was reasonable concern about how they’d treat Munkustrap. as it turned out, there was exactly nothing to be worried about.

a switch flipped in each of them. Tugger played the adoring, protective big brother. he sat with his baby brother and played with him, kept an eye on him, helped where he could, got cranky when he wasn’t allowed to. Tugger doted on him. he learned how to hold him, and while he grew he was happy to take him and show him around. “Well,” some started to agree, “he’ll make an incredible father when the time comes.”

Macavity was much the same, but on a more subdued level. Deut noticed this about his middle child: Macavity was low-key, just like Tugger, but his version of it was calculating. that’s how he thought Macavity regarded his older brother - he was curious, shrewd.. and something he couldn’t put a word to.

but with Munkustrap, Macavity was seemed enchanted. Deut saw Macavity look at his little brother like he was amazed by him. for all of Macavity’s weirdness, the way he accepted Munkustrap kept their father’s anxieties at a minimum. Macavity was just as interested in helping raise this little kitten as Tugger was. in fact, Tugger and Macavity seemed to bond over Munkustrap.

if anyone could explain that to Deut, he’d really love to hear it.

(of course there were some petty fights over their little brother he had to break up and appropriately console, but such is the nature of youngin’s and fatherhood.)

Munkustrap grew up absolutely spoiled by attention from his siblings. in his earliest years he became their shadow. now and then he’d get upset because he couldn’t follow both of them at the same time; they went different directions! but for as much as the older two lavished adoration on him, Munkustrap’s bratty phase was short-lived.

as the big brothers grew, their maturity followed along. they showed great social, mental, and emotional awareness alongside their occasional nonsensical meltdowns, baffling “logic”, and poor filter management. (as expected.) one of their changes was thought of as their biggest, since everyone knew they’d pretty much outright claimed Munkustrap the moment they laid eyes on him - they started to encourage independence.

it had a rocky start, of course. and it had rocky middles. and it had rocky weeks. but Tugger and Macavity worked damningly well together. there was enough worry already that Munkustrap would develop codependence. for a while there, it seemed like the damage was already done. and then it was undone.

Deut added that mystery to the ever-expanding list of things he’ll never understand about his sons.

the protective nature in Tugger didn’t come when Munkustrap was born. that trait developed when he was younger and all he had was Macavity. it was something that gradually became something for Deut to scrutinize as each year passed.

Tugger grew to his teens, developed his personality, honed his talents, watched over his brothers. Macavity grew to his teens, came out of his strange, guarded shell; he talked (a lot, but maybe it only seemed that way since he was sometimes bordering on mute before), he participated and he had energy (and yet, there was something about him..). Munkustrap finally hit double digits, and he took after both his brothers’ confidence, their energy; and as it turned out, he was kinda bossy. Munkustrap had a lot of ideas about many things and wanted it to go perfectly.

Macavity and Munkustrap have some memories that entail Tugger stepping up to the plate. there was a particular event, though that made the biggest impact.

but first, i imagine that there were other senior guardians at the time. being a Protector was an entirely different ballgame; the position was unfilled, for Protector was generally reserved for the heir. so while it waited for the right one at the right time, a team of guardians shared the duties.

Tugger was about seventeen then. Macavity was just a little younger, about fifteen, and Munkustrap being around ten. their age differences definitely influenced their relationships.

there was a problem one night. nobody can really agree about who it was or why they did it. whatever group it was that invaded the Junkyard did it on a rainy night. many were tucked away, glad to get comfortable and avoid the rain. the guardians were at their posts or patrolling, weather be damned.

there was a lot of commotion, then screaming, then clattering. naturally available guardians rushed to the scene and others poked their heads out. what ensued was a horrible attack on the tribe and it seemed like its purpose was meant for the worse. (Deut thought a lot about it and he suspected it was a territorial overthrow. the Junkyard was a pretty desirable fortress. many times before he’d dealt with some heat in the background, hostile even; but never this brazen.)

the brothers had been riding out the storm together. Munkustrap ran his mouth at his brothers, making up stories and telling them his personal opinions (for the 15th time that day. maybe more. no one was counting.). Tugger engaged him with expressions and the ‘oh yeah?’ ‘uh huh’ ‘oohh’s to show he was listening. Macavity was more interested in hoping Munkustrap would tire himself out and shut up and go to sleep. but in the meantime, he’d work on his needlepoint.

(a few of the older Jellicle generation saw some behaviors in him that were not only frustrating for Macavity himself, but certainly others. they were relieved that needlepoint seemed to refocus and calm him down; he could keep his hands busy and though his mind could wander, projects needed his constant attention. it wasn’t all roses, but it was working well for the time being.)

when the disturbances started, the three of them all stopped and listened. there was more; still, they only listened. when there was a scream, Munkustrap bolted for the outside. Tugger was hot on his heels, and Macavity a few paces behind. the confusion and the rain had everyone disorganized and running about, the guardians struggling to corral tribal members while picking out the infiltrators. Munkustrap idolized the guardians and naturally he wanted to step up and help.

the brothers were separated in the chaos. the natural leadership and protective instinct kicked right in for Tugger and thanks to that, combined with his likewise innate level head, he was able to quickly work out a plan. he wanted to restore enough order to get a start on safe evacuation to another part of the Junkyard and try to order guardians to pair and hold fast.

this was all easier said than done, and it had a lot of holes and problems during the situation - that’s simply the reality of these scenarios. one of the bigger ones was due to being a young age (17) and not really displaying outright leadership qualities (as his developing version was laid back and mostly through suggestion). he wasn’t actively training to work as a guardian. right then, he was more of a liability. Tugger butted heads with guardians and wasted precious time, so he took initiative and did things his own way, though his method allowed him to try to work with the guardians. it was noted, and clumsily following through with Tugger’s impromptu, shot-in-the-dark system helped in the long run.

later there would be due credit given to Tugger for his actions. his dedication to his tribe came loud and clear (making the ones who were personally a part of that side of the ordeal rethink some of their opinions on him) but his main priority were his brothers and father. Deuteronomy was already being protected out in the rain, where he was still rather vulnerable, but too stubborn to immediately get to a safe place until he was certain every member left was there first. and he waited for his sons. he tried to keep an eye on Tugger, he thinks he saw Macavity, and little Munkustrap had been just a glimpse.

Tugger’s report later consisted of intentionally simple facts. he seemed reluctant to give the full story. Deut eventually allowed it; whatever happened between the start of it all to the brothers’ arrival to the safe house left the three so affected that the tribe saw the impact for years.

what happened, condensed, was this: Tugger found the two of them in what looked like an actual life or death scenario. one of their attackers held Munkustrap so tightly to their chest that bruising and a suspected cracked rib could have been the fault of this while Macavity was on aggressive offense/defense. the would-be abductor was clever and seemed to be trying to use Munkustrap as a meat-shield to ward him off.

Tugger quickly gauged the scene and jumped in at, he hoped, the right time. for the most part, he got his timing and method of attack right. he couldn’t plan for anything at all otherwise, of course. he thought that Macavity recognized not only him, but that he was there to help get Munkustrap back. (they didn’t talk about it to clarify afterwards. it was best not to.) whether or not any of that had truth, Tugger found out what this 15-year-old was capable of.

the whole event was traumatic for the three of them. that aside, the younger two saw a fierce, fearless protector in Deut’s eldest son (as did others). Tugger some gained trust and admiration and he only cared about the kind that came from his kin.

after that he admittedly looked forward to joining the ranks and filling that vacant role. he started training. Munkustrap emulated him, declaring that he too would guard Jellicle territory one day.

Macavity’s exile came and went. dynamic between the remaining brothers changed; their personalities took a different turn. Tugger’s dedication to such a physical and mental position declined. Munkustrap’s escalated. there was quite a lot of disappointment when Tugger started to lose interest and gusto in it. Munkustrap’s disappointment hurt the most, but he knew this was best for the tribe. Tugger stepped down for good.

in watching Munkustrap grow up, Tugger felt guilty and worried for him. maybe he’d been too brash about his decision. since there was no taking it back, the best he could do was advise. at first, Munkustrap seemed to have some reservations about listening to said advice. they argued a bit, Tugger accused him of being pretentious, Munkustrap called him a coward. their tension was sensed by others and Deut attempted to sit them both down and clear the air. this was a sore spot that they needed to remedy themselves, and it took a good deal of time to smooth the edges out again.

when that finally happened, Munkustrap began to ask for Tugger’s insight. while the tabby was passionately devoted to his tribe and its future, he lacked the astuteness of his kin. Tugger provided what he could. his area of expertise truly lay in strategizing. he bore a valuable skill that, in this particular tribe, was rare and unmatched. because his people-reading, intuition, and forethought sharpened by the day, he was able to guide Munkustrap to consider avenues he hadn’t thought of before. it improved the youngest’s executions and helped him advance.

Tugger settled into himself. he continued to be authentic, now feeling more free to do so without such a heavy expectation on his shoulders. concern never stopped gnawing at him about Munkustrap, however. since Macavity left, it seemed that Munkustrap gradually developed a persona, and Tugger hated that it was there at all. he blamed Macavity for it.

this persona was the upbeat, charismatic, congenial and zealous nature he was known for. Munkustrap’s storytelling was always evolving; it was his passion and pride. this isn’t to say that all of this was a facade. all mentioned is his legitimate self. what irked Tugger was how he bumped all of it up to 11 - or even 20. knowing his little brother so well, it could seem too try-hard and almost satirical. Deut noticed and felt somewhat the same from what Tugger gleaned off him. they both decided to chalk it up to Munkustrap still being young (about 20s, now) and figuring things out and, well - he did need a certain persona to do his work. maybe they were overthinking it and simply needed to be patient.

now they’re much older. the tribe has accepted new members, seen others age, put some to rest. ((NOTE: i believe that there are many more Jellicles than depicted in the show. who we see is just a fraction. i can explain why in another post if there’s any interest.)) the brothers’ relationship improved. they admired each other, played their jokes, had their feuds, got frustrated, and that was all par for the course of brotherhood. (their seven year age difference also had something to do with it.) Munkustrap filled the role that’d been waiting for him all along. the tribe was, is, proud of and to have him. he doesn’t need Tugger’s perspective as much these days, though he’s is the first person Munkustrap turns to when he does, and Tugger is all too happy to provide.

between then to now there had been some trouble here and there. though there are a collection of guardians on regular watch and assist, Tugger had occasionally been unable to only do background (though no less important) work. deep within him he was still a protector. when the type of situation arose in which his more present involvement, even in small scale, was absolutely necessary in his mind, Munkustrap was glad that he got to see the side of his brother that he revered (and mourned) so much.

they only wished Macavity’s future had kept him with them.

#ches writes #ches writes stuff #cats musical #cats the musical #munkustrap #macavity #tugger #headcanons #the read more cut is absolutely necessary #anyway gonna make the usual disclaimer:#all is subject to change #since i literally just pulled everything out of my ass and slapped it down #stream of consciousness no hard thinking #gotta get those first thoughts in amirite??#get that ball rollin y'all #ok i'm gonna go take a run now #hope this is enjoyed!

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@ladysluck liked for a Chat Blanc starter.

It had happened again. And just like the first time, it had been something that both Chat Noir and Ladybug had failed to find out before they were confronted with it. Despite their many years of fighting against the masked supervillain, nothing could’ve prepared them for what reveal came upon stumbling into his lair.

However, this time... Things had been different than in the timeline Bunnix had previously pulled in this Ladybug to save. Deja vu would not serve her well here, as the circumstance in which it happened had varied greatly. They were older, and their identities had yet to be revealed -- due to the fear of a reveal leading to this exact situation. If only they had known that their love for each other was never the problem. The problem was and would only continue to be Gabriel Agreste. The man who had found out his son’s identity before Ladybug, and the man who would stop and nothing to bring back his lost love. Even if that had meant using his own son to make that wish come true.

Chat hadn’t warned his partner of what was about to happen, even though he had his own suspicions as they had crept up closer to where their opponents supposed hideout was. He had recognized and felt nauseous upon realizing that Hawkmoth’s layer was inside of Agreste Mansion. He said nothing as they snuck inside, and he had said nothing as they had broken into the secret underground layer. Ladybug couldn’t worry about him. If Hawkmoth was his Father, he needed to be brought to justice. Had she known that her partner was Adrien Agreste, he was afraid that she wouldn’t go through with it to spare him ( to prevent his inevitable breakdown ). He needed to be strong. Strong for her. Strong for Plagg. Strong for the city that he swore he would protect. He would not allow that distant timeline to become reality. Or so, he wished that he wouldn’t.

Once they had finally cornered the man, he attempted to gain control of the situation. However, Chat was much wiser and more in control of himself than his younger self had been the first time around. The moment he had tried to bait him by saying his real name to reveal his identity, he only flattened his ears in response and gave a very agitated “Father” in response. While clearly upset, the only part of him that was moving was his tail -- which was swishing back and forth erratically to signify that he was either incredibly agitated or upset. This was the last way he ever wanted his identity reveal to happen between him and Ladybug -- but what was done was done.

However, he didn’t remain unphased for long. If he had, he wouldn’t have been human. When Gabriel realized that his first attempt at manipulation had failed, he moved onto phase two -- revealing that he was trying to bring back Emilie. That was what had got to him. Not the fact that his abusive Father was a supervillain -- no. Gabriel had willingly destroyed their relationship over the years due to his inability to cope with the loss of his wife. Him being a supervillain wasn’t the most surprising thing to him, even if it still shook Adrien to the core. The fact that he had lied to him about his Mother’s disappearance, and was keeping her locked away in their basement on life support, was what got him.

Eyes grew wide in shock, ears whipping forward from their aggressive positioning. ❝ Mother?! ❞ He says in a near whisper, before taking the bait and running towards the pod. Gabriel’s frown twists into a putrid smile, but he waits to make his move. Chat places one of his clawed hands on the glass, tears running down his face as he looks inside the life pod at Emilie’s unconscious body. His emotions quickly begin to unravel. ❝ Why are you doing this? ❞ He asks as his voice cracks, his ears returning to lay flat against his head. ❝ Isn’t it obvious? I’m doing it for us. To bring our family back together. To make us whole again. ❞ There’s a sharp inhuman growl that rips through Chat’s throat as he turns to face Gabriel. ❝ She wouldn’t have wanted this! I don’t want this! ❞ He was angry, but was also pleading with his Father, as if he still had a shred of hope in him that he would come around. That was his last mistake as Chat Noir.

❝ Whether she would approve of my methods or not is irrelevant. The ends justify the means. Do you or do you not wish to see your Mother again? ❞ He’s reading his staff to Akumatize him, but Chat isn’t paying attention. He’s too busy looking like he’s lost, scared and confused -- and that’s because he is. There was no wonder why the Chat Blanc of the alternate timeline was as powerful as he was. The more distressed and upset one was, the more powerful their Akumatized form was. In many ways, Gabriel had picked both the best and worst target for his final stand.

Gabriel places a hand on Adrien’s shoulder, then opens the dome at the top of his staff to let the Akuma free. ❝ Now. Be a good son, and retrieve Ladybug’s Miraculous for me. ❞ Chat doesn’t have any time to react before the dark butterfly makes its way into his bell, spreading its dark magic throughout the object. The familiar purple hue spreads over his face, and he cries out in pain as he tries to fight it, scratching the glass of the dome Emilie is being kept under with his claws. Unfortunately, the horrible sound of scraping glass isn’t enough to wake her and talk some sense into her husband -- the damage has already been done. There was no coming back from this. ❝ Chat Blanc, I give you the ultimate power of destruction, and the ability to unlock your true potential. Use it to bring me Ladybug’s Miraculous. ❞

❝ Mom... Ladybug... I’m sorry, I can’t- ❞ He falls to his knees as the cloud of black and purple overtakes his body, dissipating moments later to reveal white where black once was. He doesn’t move from where he is, but his now sharpened claws scrape against the ground and dig deep into it. Hawkmoth frowns, looking down at his son’s broken form. ❝ What are you waiting for? Seize he- ❞ Before he could finish his sentence, Chat lunges at him with his claws ready to kill. Hawkmoth narrowly dodges, one of the sharp finger tips catching his exposed cheek and drawing blood immediately upon contact. Chat lands in front of him on all fours, pacing erratically like a caged animal as he bares his sharpened canines at his Father. ❝ Not me, her! ❞ He sounds almost panicked -- the most emotion he’s heard from his Father in a while. G̶o̵o̵d̴.̷ ̶H̷e̷ ̶d̴e̸s̷e̶r̶v̸e̴s̷ ̷i̸t̸.̶

❝ Get out of my head! ❞ He yells before lunging at him again, swiping at him as his ears lay flat against his head. This was a much different outcome than before -- and it hadn’t yet ended with the destruction of the moon. There was still time to stop that from happening; if it would ever end up happening at all at this point. Hawkmoth stumbles backwards from the onslaught of attacks, but being unused to actually engaging in combat himself... He’s too slow. After a few panicked swipes that make him stumble backwards into the garden, Blanc’s claws come into contact with flesh. Their suits were made to be indestructible -- but they’re not impervious to the holder of the Miraculous of destruction.

Crimson waves of blood splatter onto his white suit and hair, staining it a bright red. His claws drip with the substance as Hawkmoth falls back to the ground, gasping for air as the wind is knocked out of him. He’s in shock that his son had turned on him, and that even his ultimate plan had failed. If Ladybug had been begging him to stop, he hadn’t heard her. The only thing he had heard were the demands to steal his partners Miraculous, and it had filled him with blind furry. However, the reality of what he had just done hit him like a freight train. Adrien Agreste nor Chat Noir were murders. They were both very gentle souls who would always rely on empathy and understanding over all else. What he had just done was very uncharacteristic of him, and something that he wouldn’t have ever done had he not been Akumatized. And while Gabriel was still alive, there was rapid blood loss. Blue eyes widened in horror, and he stumbled away from his Fathers body before falling onto his butt in front of the fallen villain. L̴e̷t̵ ̴h̶i̸m̸ ̷b̶l̴e̸e̶d̶.̶

He breathes heavy as his fragile psyche only continues to break, tears running down his face as his eyes stay wide. He stares down at his bloody hand, chest rising and falling rapidly. He feels like he’s going to be sick again, and everything is much too loud. Everything is too bright. He feels like the world is closing on him, like it’s judging him for being a bad son. Whether by the voice shouting commands at him in his head or through his own recollection, he remembers all of a sudden that he hadn’t come here alone. No, he had come here with -- ❝ Ladybug! ❞

He cries out alarmed, then looks around for her in a panic. He looks genuinely frightened, but looks could be deceiving. He was mentally unstable, and him attacking his Father with the intent to kill was evident of that. Still, he needed her. She had to help him, she had to reverse this. ❝ Ladybug, help! ❞ Even though Hawkmoth was saying nothing, the terms of the forced agreement were still intact. The directions were ringing over again and again in his head, almost preventing him from thinking. He now understood why all of his victims obeyed him with no hesitation -- this was the very definition of torture.

#ladysluck #( 🐾┊ v: little kitty on a roof. )#tw: blood #tw: parental abuse #tw: manipulation #(sorry this is so long but i thought of this concept and i couldnt NOT write it)#(dont feel you need to match it)

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badlydrawndrawnings · 4 years

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atwq book four thoughts

guess who somehow got a lot of free time yesterday and made the bold decision to finish reading the last atwq book? me!

guees who feels like they jinxed qwerty’s fate from the previous book of being arrested, but alive, even though i bet daniel handler planned it from the start? still me!

guess who is rather upset netflix accidentally gave a clue/spoiler on the identity of hangfire?

also me.

okay, so first off, to get something out of the way. i love this book. i really do. it had me on suspense every chapter.

theodora figured out qwerty was in vfd (...when did she figure out? not long after sharon reveal herself as a fake vfd member? or during the period she and lemony weren’t speaking to each other?), and god she really was willing to take the blame on being qwerty’s killer. did she think maybe she once again screw up, but this time there was no going back because the screw up got someone killed? after all she seem to selfishly went to break qwerty out for a good evaluation. maybe she thought if things went different, he would still be alive. and given the schism happened, vfd while not divided yet, this is like a sign on how another librarian’s death in the long, long future, will be blame on an innocent party and things go to hell again in the pursuit of justice and truth.

also, ghede and gifford also knew of the coup as well? or at least knew the sbg was doing something and they’re like let them do this shit and we can watch it’s gonna benefit us in the long run’. also, holy shit olaf name drop take two with beatrice herself! i didn’t think while knowing each other young mean they actually hanged out with one another to think they’re possibility friends. this puts the opera night even worse. beatrice must have knew olaf’s parents. with my headcanon of olaf parents being caring parents to olaf and used their connections to get their son back earlier than others, this is just awful.

getting back on track from the mess that is vfd there’s a murder on a train (agatha christie ahoy!). i admit several weeks ago i made the decision to watch snowpiercer and train to busan so i couldn’t really take the murder on the orient express shout out clearly and kept on thinking of the wild willy wonka and the chocolate factory/snow piercer theory. and zombies in south korea.

all the damn sbts kids just thought it great to share the one brain cell to be on the same train (pip and squeak just follow in their taxi; cleo and jake had to travel through time in the dilemma to catch up with them). ornette got her time to shine with her artistic/sculpting skills and there’s some light on the subject of the lost family (of course it’s a fire that took ornette’s mom life. fires seems to be a way to kill a lot of parents). i was right to call her gung-ho working with lemony, she just agreed to make fake bb statues for moxie and kellar and was like ‘oh shit the two are sharing a brain cell. hangfire could figure something is up what have i done’ and had to make something else to give to lemony. i uh..wonder if seth has a reason to draw her baseball cap all...fuzzy. just a weird question.

kellar’s sister lizzie shows up. i’m going to be honest. she has the bad luck of appearing last and under two disguises that went over my head (she sure fooled me!). i do have some thoughts that surround her and the haines family, but that needs me to re-read the last two books to make sure i’m not imagining something . will say lizzie is much younger and shorter than i thought given her first illustration. i hope maybe a re-read will make me get some new insight on her. also, hi sally murphy. i’m glad lizzie got out with maybe your help (i mean, why else would she want to high tail it out of there).

the identity of qwerty’s killer was something i should have seen coming due to how the mitchum parents are more subdue. i want to slap stew’s parents. they spend all their time bickering they only got their shit together to see how their ‘precious’ son is really a bully and killer and working with the villian under their damn noses. i almost feel sorry for them because shit stew more or less blackmail his parents into covering the crime but at the same time...this call could have been avoid if you pay attention to how your son isn’t the angel you think he is..and you two are still fighting with one another please get your priorities straight i beg you. i admit i almost want to slap stew but i don’t slap kids, and i think if i exist in the snicket world i would get murder first by him.

qwerty’s death and the fact he’s a vfd member just hurt me so bad and i’m still kind of grieving over him. for one, i felt like i should have seen qwerty being part of vfd coming. he’s a sub-librarian. while not a sub-sub-librarian, the fact is qwerty is such so damn helpful to lemony i should have seen he was just doing his best to help lemony because theodora wasn’t honestly...wasn’t doing a good job at a chaperone. but he couldn’t blow away his cover because he wasn’t supposed to interfere in the apprenticeship and honestly he was just happy to be a sub-librarian helping children find what they would love reading.

but qwerty isn’t the only death in this book. i got to copy-paste something from an old atwq post in feburary 8, something i made as a joke, because oh boy, this part is the one negative i have honestly.

he tried to pretend to be her father! i know his voice mimicry is basically akin to juni cortez’s mimicry, but this is just cruel had ellington been there.

about a week later, i made the decision to rewatch netflix asoue. now, the first time i watch season two [edit lmao i actually don’t remember if it was season two i think i hated season two so much i could have blur two and three together i got to rewatch the show again definitely. edit two: okay, i’m certain it was season two i’m 98% certain it was was a pause and read easter egg that’s why i couldn’t remember what season exactly damn easter eggs] i honestly was like ‘so they gave nero a last name. coolio. feint isn’t a surname i was expecting but this is the netflix show this probably isn’t canon to the books’.

on the rewatch, after the austere academy part two ended, i realized something is...off, with nero now. he’s mocking people. and his voice, while not mimicking them, is like...it’s like nero could have inherit mimicry from someone but it never went through. or maybe he did got it but it’s not at its full potential without the proper teaching of someone with the skill...like a father, perhaps?

so the kronk meme is playing in my mind, but it’s the edit of him saying ‘oh no, it’s all coming together’. and given patrick warburton also voice kronk, it felt more like lemony snicket decided to materialize right behind me, be an asshole, and thought it funny to do a commentary on my possible realization hangfire, in the netflix show at least, couldn’t keep his dick in his pants and bore a bastard son in an adulterous affair and ellington has a half brother in the world she doesn’t know about and i hope she never learns about.

(given barrymore feint is just a cameo of barry sonnenfeld, i guess the bullshit gene i talked about in another post regarding a theory who netflix!h is should be renamed the feint gene.)

so reading the third book, and especially this book, i kept a close eye on any mentions to ellington’s dad and hangfire’s behavior. i kept on saying in my mind ‘please don’t be who i think you are’. and bam. armstrong feint is hangfire. i feel like if netflix didn’t have the need to make an atwq reference in nero’s surname, and if i was smart enough to have the book clues smack me in the face (i feel there are clues somewhere, and hangfire dropped all pretenses and just being ‘himself’ in book two was one), i wouldn’t be so angry and upset by this reveal. i more or less got spoil and put the pieces together due to an adaptation, and i should have known better than to do a re-watch while reading atwq. i should have consider the possibility of easter eggs to atwq.

anyway, lemony snicket thought it great to kill hangfire by feeding him to a copy bombinating beast (the tadpoles!!). with ellington right freaking there. with most of his sbts friends there to witness. moxie can’t even look lemony in the eye anymore (no more best friends anymore). everything happened just like that and after finishing the book and taking a walk around the living room, i have to say hangfire is a good villain. he achieved his goal of getting the bombinating beast, even if it’s a copy. he’s a very competent villain who succeed in almost every book in some way or form. he played everyone like a puppet and was a threat that is more akin to tmwabbnh and twwhbnb’s level of villainy. kudos to you hangfire i’m impressed.

hangfire totally got it coming too. however, i do feel...hurt in his death, if only for ellington’s sake. during the walk because i realize ellington reminded me of a character from a different fandom i’m in. there’s some differences that i won’t get into (it’s...complicated for the other fandom), but they’re cut from almost the same cloth: teenage girls with shitty fathers who are using them for their own selfish goals. thoughts for ellington and her future formed faster for me than for the other atwq kids as a result:

post-canon!ellington (a few days later when she finally gets her stuff figure out), has a simple list. 1: avoiding anyone with a vfd tattoo or give shady lemon vibes -ellington split asap after she and kit broke out and have 100% certainly no one is after them, but not before stealing some things from kit, one being notes of vfd volunteers (she thinks). 2: find a new place to live. 3: figure out a new name that isn’t an anagram, because the inhumane society once they heard the news, is probably going to try to get her if they get wind she is hangfire’s daughter and possible ‘successor’. ellington wants nothing to do with the bombinating beast. she never wants to see the statue or anything similar, or hear the words again.

adult!ellington (under a fake name of course), while accepting all that happened, hasn’t forgive lemony snicket. yes, her dad was a villain. yes, she finally understand her dad isn’t the kind naturalist and man, and used her for the biggest ‘what’ event of her life that is also a very selfish goal. many times in the past though, ellington wonders if she missed any signs of her dad’s descend to who he eventually became, or if he hid it very well to where he was wearing two masks all this time, one hiding his true nature. ellington even wonders at one point, dad was going convince her to willingly work with him without the fake kidnapping and had to change his plans to something crueler.

ellington will never know for sure. this is why ellington can’t forgive lemony and will say it to face if they ever meet again. what ellington hates the most out of her father’s death is that she can never tell dad all of her feelings about his wrong doings. she can ask all the questions burning at the back of her mind, or yell her frustrations how terrible a father he is for faking his kidnapping and getting her to do his dirty work, getting her to use her loyalty of family to do things she would never do under normal circumstances. she ask questions and yells at the only photo left of armstrong feint...

and in the end, she knows he’ll never answer, and it hurts to deal with the unknown. adult!ellington doesn’t do the yelling and questioning to the photo as much. partly because she did ‘settle’ on what might be an possible answer, but mostly because the photo is pretty faded to where it’s less ‘armstrong feint’ and more ‘hangfire’. once in awhile though, she slips up like old times.

adult!ellington with her new life (she travels a lot, pays in cash most of the time, and has no set resident; she still love coffee) tends to think of the past, especially when it came to what she had with lemony snicket. did lemony like her? was she just a question in need of solving? ellington admits to possibly liking him, but it was so long ago maybe she just thinks she liked him to have a ‘positive’ memory of the boy she haven’t seen in years that she kind of wants to see again, if only to yell at him for robbing her of something important. his name lands on her radar a lot, twice from the daily punctilio. the first one was learning of lemony snicket’s crimes, and it was an accident.

the second time, she learn of his death, though she read the daily punctilio on purpose in hopes of a name drop. adult!ellington ended up finding some children’s book, and made the mistake of going to the back of it and find a photo of lemony snicket. not really though. lemony is hiding his face (ellington hates it) and she buys it to know what it’s about. it spiral to where she bought the next two books because she wants to know if the baudelaires orphans are real (and because lemony doesn’t seem the same anymore from his writings). ellington settles on real when she pulls out kit snicket’s notes she stolen and cross references names, and even travels to the locations to them to make sure. after the third book publication, the series goes on ‘hiatus’ due to the daily punctilio and their announcement. ellington doubts he’s dead, but couldn’t help attend the funeral. ellington is certain lemony snicket is alive, because she convinced she saw him at his own funeral.

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