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#i have already narrowed it down to class a ppl i don't think would be great lol#u will have to excuse the absence of the other characters#no girlies in this poll bc i truly believe they have higher pain tolerance than the boys lmfao
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hii! can i request Navia x fem reader where navia is possessive of the reader u can make it fluff or nsfw up to u pls🥹💗 i just love her sm now and there’s not much navia ff yet😔
HII IM SO SORRY FOR BEING LATE AHCIEQIDC
Game: Genshin Impact
Characters: Navia x fem!reader
Type: Fluff
The prophecy had come to a pass in Fontaine and people were allowed to live freely and without fear now. You were on your way to the Court of Fontaine to start your daily duty as a Garde when a familiar sweet voice called out to you.
"Oh, Y/n!! There you are!" You knew who it was all too well- Navia, your best friend.
"Navia? You are up early to—"
"Hey, listen to me! Can you accompany me to an interview later today?!" Navia interrupted as she beamed in a joyful tone and affectionately held your arm.
"W-Woah, what sort of interview?"
"Ah, Charlotte wants to interview me after all the recent events with the prophecy and my father's case, you know? I just thought of asking you to come along and perhaps you can also put in a word or two?"
You blushed feeling her so close to you, your arm pressed into her chest as she leaned on you and looked at you with puppy eyes.
"You just have to go to The Steambird, right? Do you really need me to accompany you?"
"Oh, come on, don't be shy! I'll tell her to not take photos of you, you can just stand nearby and I promise I'll be done quickly~"
You averted your gaze and struggled to reply, you weren't against going but you also had your own duties to do. Navia sensed your discomfort and felt dejected then leaned away from you.
".....Unless, I'm interrupting your work. Haha, sorry, I got a bit carried away with my own needs. But I would love for you to come."
Ah, there it was. That look and that smile that always made you agree to her no matter what. You let out a sigh then nodded, "It's fine, I'll have someone cover my shift. When do we leave?"
Navia's eyes widened in excitement and she lunged at you in an embrace, "You are the best, Y/n! Thank you so much!!"
You blushed more as she giggled and continued embracing you, you slowly wrapped your arms around her and patted her back.
"Yes yes, enough of that. Tell me the time we leave, I'll come to pick you up."
"Ah! It's at 11 am, you can meet me at 10:30 outside the base~"
You agreed with a nod and she giggled further, "Hehe, thank you, partner!~"
Then she dashed away as quickly as she came. Navia was always like that, but you found her recent behaviour slightly strange. This wasn't the first time in the past few days that she came up to you this way and clung on with some excuse, even inviting you for lunch or dinner during or after your shifts. You weren't blind to notice the absence of her usual 2 guards, Melus and Silver, then after a bit of digging you found out they died recently.... Was Navia trying to find comfort in you?
You reached outside her base at 10:30 as decided and she came out within a few seconds, all dressed up in her beautiful attire and carrying her gunbrella. She was quick to interlace your fingers with hers and pulled you towards The Steambird HQ, clearly excited for the interview but you wondered if she was masking her sadness all this time by acting this way. Charlotte was already waiting and immediately escorted you to her office and started interviewing Navia while you stood outside and waited.
"I must admit though, Navia is really suited for these things.... She shines so brightly and her smile is so contagious, to think that she cried back when all those things happened.... I should have been there for her."
You looked down and remembered Navia's state from 3 years ago when her father died and continued to be falsely accused, tarnishing her name and reputation. You helped her investigate as much as possible, even using your position in the Gardes to gather sensitive information but nothing ever worked until recently when the truth finally came out and she felt relieved. Yet, the happiness was short lived as she lost her 2 other close companions soon after.
"Thank you, Charlotte! Hey hey, I brought Y/n with me, do you want to ask something from her?~" Navia mused as she stood up and proceeded to come out with Charlotte, ready to head to the photograph studio.
"Ah— n-no, I can't answer anything so it's better you don't try." you refuted making Navia giggle and Charlotte decided to not pursue you either. You watched their photo session carry on and waited outside when suddenly Navia called you in and held your arm closely again.
"Hey, take one photo with me, Y/n! I promise, just one is enough and it won't be published anywhere! It's... just for our memories!"
You were against the proposition but if it would make Navia happy then you would accept. As promised, Charlotte only took one perfect little picture and immediately gave 1 copy to each of you then you bid farewell to her and came out.
"Want to have lunch together, Y/n? I'll book a table at Hotel Debord~"
"Ah, I'll have to return to my shift now. Some other day, perhaps."
"Is that so? Fine then, we'll have dinner together!~"
Navia dashed away before you could reply in any manner and all you could do was sigh and accept her. Later in evening, you were standing at your post when you saw Lyney and Lynette around the area and they soon came up to you to chatter away. Lynette was quiet the whole time but she was attentive to everything you said, her tail standing upright most of the time. You weren't sure what this indicated.
Around the same time, Navia approached the venue and saw you with both of them and she couldn't help but notice Lynette's upright tail and her lightly flushed expression, she immediately understood what Lynette was thinking and a surprising neediness came over her. She knew it was wrong but she wanted you all to herself. She ran up to you three and affectionately hugged you from the side while greeting them both, making Lynette slightly surprised at the physical contact but she gave no significant reaction. Lynette was too good in hiding her expressions, after all.
"N-Navia! You are already here? It's only evening!"
"Aww, Y/n, I was just wanting to see you and talk to you! And look I made you favorite macrons too!"
"Navia, I'm still on duty. I can't slack around this way...."
Lyney and Lynette soon left watching you two converse with each other, not wanting to interrupt. Navia released her hold around you and smirked to herself before stepping away a little, but still being quite close.
"Sorry, I don't mean to bother you. I really have made macrons so come and eat with me when you get free, okay?~"
"Navia, you.... Why are you doing all this?"
"Hm? What do you mean, Y/n?"
You sighed, "Look, it's no use pretending otherwise. I have noticed it a lot by now. You are acting..... different, strange even. Is there something you are trying to hide?"
Navia looked at you wide-eyed then forced a smile and averted her gaze, "What are you talking about, Y/n? I'm Spina di Rosula's boss, I have many things to do!~"
"That's not what I meant. Tell me...." you paused then cupped her face from one side, "....What is on your mind? Are you upset about something? Sad even?"
Navia was further shocked and struggled to reply then you continued, "Is it about.... Melus and Silver?"
Ah, seems you hit right on spot. Navia's eyes squinted and gave a bitter smile, "Nothing escapes you, Y/n. It's pathetic, isn't it? I know they both died honorably and I would forever cherish them in my heart but.... but they became like family to me after my father died."
You knew something was up with her. You looked around then hastily pulled her away into an empty ally then gently embraced her, catching her off-guard.
"It's not pathetic, I understand, Navia. You miss them, there's nothing wrong with that. And I'm sorry I haven't been a great friend during this time, I should have done more...."
"N-No, you are wrong, Y/n! I know you care and you do enough already. It's just I....I get lonely when I'm away from you, and I get this strange feeling of envy seeing you with others....."
"....Is that what happened earlier with Lyney and Lynette?"
Navia slowly nodded, "You are really dense, Y/n. But yes, that's what it was. I....I don't want to lose you too, you are the only one I have no aside from Spina di Rosula!"
Navia tightened her embrace and started sobbing on your shoulder, burying her face in your neck and you simply held her the whole time to let her pour her heart out. You decided it was time for you to act on your feelings.
"Listen, Navia.... I don't know if this is what you want to hear right now but I'll say it. I will always be there for you and support you, I will be there whenever you need someone, whenever you feel sad and want to let it out to someone. Whatever it is, I'll always be there. Because.... I love you, Navia. Not as a friend but more.... Would you like us to date....?"
Your face was red saying all that and Navia couldn't believe her ears, she let out a small gasp before softly chuckling and embracing you again.
"It's not what I expected to hear but it is much better than anything I expected.... Me too, Y/n. I love you as well, I would be very happy to date you~"
You looked at her shock but softly smiled then she leaned in to connect your lips in a soft kiss, your lips cuddling with each other in perfect harmony before she pulled away with a sigh and gazed at you lovingly.
"Stay with me tonight, Y/n. I want to.... do so much more with you."
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𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐘 𝐀𝐔
summary: headcannons of kage and tsuki developing a crush on u! Except they’re princes may be a part 2 later LOL I spent too much time on writing their character instead of the actual crush
tags: gender neutral reader, royalty!au, she falls first and he falls even harder trope & enemies to lovers trope
—KEI TSUKISHIMA
Tsukishima is a prince who likes to show off and one-up everyone, whether it’s materialistic possessions, his acclaimed achievements or his line of available suitors. For his habit of showing off, most other princes of other kingdoms are not very fond of him, so most of the time, he’s left to his own thoughts. Though, despite all this, all he really wants is for his people to truly see him for who he is, not what he can do, or what he is.
During a stroll through the market, Kei’s ears perked of the vibrations of such an enchanting voice, reading out children’s fables and stories to the passerbys. Kei usually reprimanded the local poets and storytellers for causing a blockage in the market’s path, but this time, he sat on an empty wooden log and listened. His mind followed with the words and his head swayed to the rhymes and rhythm. Before he knew it, the moon had replaced the sun, the market shop keepers had packed up and gone home and the children went to go have supper.
“Excuse me, my prince, but I’m very much so gracious of you using your time to hear my craft!” With a grin occupying your face, you bowed before hurriedly leaving. Kei was left dumbfounded. He couldn’t believe that such talent belonged to a person as divine as you. He wanted you to be by his side, and read him poems just for him. With a pleased mind, he made plans tonight to host a function at his palace and invite every poet or storyteller, just to see you again.
—KAGEYAMA TOBIO
Kageyama is a cold-hearted prince, who values power and wealth over the health and prosperity of his people. He has no regard for anyone’s feelings except his own and is willing to sacrifice anyone and anything in order to get what he wants. Some say it was because of the absence of his parents, or that no other kingdom was willing to make alliances with him. Even so, Tobio dismissed all of those rumours and continued his duties as prince.
You were just a measly maid at the palace, someone beneath him. He ordered you around to do mundane tasks or incredibly difficult tasks just to satisfy his ego. However, despite all this, you defended him against your gossiping co-workers.. Tobio can’t say for sure this made him fall in love with you, but it definitely did earn you some respect.
Although, what did make him fall head over heels for you, was when he was assigned you a task to mop and polish the ballroom floors by yourself. He was expecting an obedient nod and for you to hurry along, but you did the exact opposite. You screamed at him, something along the lines of it being unfair, being overworked and not ethnically correct. He didn’t listen to your words because he was so distracted that someone had even yelled at him. He just had to admit, your bravery made him feel weak at the knees. However, he isn’t the one to submit.
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CW: Serious but vague talk about the complex feelings associated with the loss of a loved one and mourning - both in Kirby and in real life. Some personal stuff and once more for good measure mentions of death and mourning.
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I know I don't owe anyone an excuse for my brief absence, but I was completely caught off guard this year when I realized the anniversary of Planet Robobot fell just days before the passing of my own father last year. No surprise I didn't make the connection last year, but it hit me this year and it hit hard.
I know that they're not the fandom's most popular characters ("most hated" may be more like it?) but I feel almost painfully close to the story of Susanna Patrya Haltmann and Max Profitt Haltmann. For I was also a child who was torn between being really mad at my father for his flaws and mistakes while also pining for this idealized parent-child relationship we didn't have, to the point of often spurning the bond we did have because it wasn't going the way I imagined it. I also had to watch close up as he wasted away, his senses going one by one, till he looked more and more like a fading shell of a person.
...You know, I didn't even finish playing PR until last year or maybe the year before? Of course I knew the story spoilers. But I couldn't make myself play it. I finally did because I felt I had to. And I'm glad, even if finishing it left me with a weird sense of sadness. A sense of sadness that finally came full circle a few months later...
I thought I would draw something for the anniversary this year. Something sad, bittersweet, poignant, meaningful. Something akin to a tribute. But my pen just wouldn't move. I don't think I have the words or the visuals to fully express what I felt about it right now. It's why, even though I really do like these two characters, I hardly ever draw them.
It's this closeness that renders them blurry in my vision.
...I suppose I might as well talk about this while I'm here, but I have this ask in my inbox about the Merry Magoland Branch AU. About Joronia and Max and what happens to them after their souls are freed.
'Do they come back to life?'
...God, I've written one thousand answers to that post in my head.
Part of my brain says the "right" answer to give - here on my Kirby blog where every story has a happy ending or at least a chance at salvation no matter how grim - is "of course they come back to life!" The Merry Magoland Branch AU is a sad but cutesy fractured fairy tale of a story where everyone ends up better than they started! Besides, they’re already souls. What else would happen to them? Just quietly go off to rest? That wouldn’t be satisfying!
...
But another part of me looks at "Kirby," a series that has characters who have "died" and come back to life and characters who have died and stayed dead and I feel like, as painful as it is to those such as the Sectaranza shippers and the other fans of of the implied dead cast members...
...they're not coming back. They can't come back. They shouldn't come back. Even in a completely fictional setting, even in a silly AU, it is hard for me, personally, to make myself change what has happened. What has been done.
Don't get me wrong, I've even scribbled out a few "everyone lives!" scenarios but I've never been able to draw a single one... I tell myself that if a miracle happens and one day I'm scouted to make a Kirby comic or animated series or movie, something where I get to retell the world from the beginning, I would not have it so the "dead" characters die, if only because they are unique enough that I would want them around to use for future stories. Like Moretsu Pupupu Hour, with its funny Sectonia who is literally allergic to peace. Or that one manga I haven't read where Susie and her father run some kind of puzzle store??
But again, that would be a Kirby I had control of from the beginning.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm proud of Kirby the series for not being so grimdark “realism” that Marx, upon blowing up, turns into meat pasta and instead comes back with a smile and laugh to kick exploding jester balls at people all because you waved a magic heart-shaped wand.
And I'm absolutely content with letting spunky wizard Magolor mercilessly fight his way back through some sort of purgatory dimension and start life over as a medieval salesperson, building up good karma one microtransaction at a time. I think that stuff is important. (Well, not so much the microstransactions.) But I'm also proud of it for letting some characters... not come back.
Dark Matter Blade is both a badass and strangely attractive (...just me?) for an eyeball made of dark matter but despite the fact that maybe all he wanted was friends, despite the fact that it's implied he rescued Gooey from Dark Matter and hid him on Popstar to protect him from Zero, despite the fact that he should have become a good guy and was instead used heartlessly by Zero like ammunition, losing the few marks of individuality he'd been able to keep thus far (his hair and armor and cape) he's just gone. He'll never join the others on Popstar. Never enjoy the warmth of a spring day or get to be a sibling to Gooey. He'll never even get to explain things to poor Gooey that they ought to know, and he was probably the only one who could.
It's tragic. It's upsetting. It's unfair.
And it's...important, much as I hate to say it.
Dess secret... but I actually get a little mad when people want Taranza to "...hurry up and find a new girlfriend and stop being in mourning all the time" because... I think it's okay for Kirby to have "a character who is in mourning." I suppose there's no real reason he can't be "character who was in mourning who was able to find love again" but I also kind of like that he's THERE as a character for anyone who has lost a loved one and is still sad about it. For those who haven't begun rebuilding their life just yet.
Gooey is the one who lost someone without every really knowing what he had/could have had. Susie is the one who lost someone and also has to get back to work because that's a real thing too.
I didn't really mean to talk about death and mourning in Kirby (for a second time) but I think part of me had to as well. At least if I was ever going to go back to regular posting. I don't even really feel as if I even captured everything there was to say. Like I said, I don't really have the words.
But, yeah, anyway, if you've ever seen me politely push back when someone brings up Susie or Max discourse of the negative variety on my blog, hopefully you have a slightly better understanding as to why I respond the way I do.
#Kirby#Susanna Patrya Haltmann#max profitt haltmann#sectaranza mention#Dess Text Post#Taranza#Gooey Kirby#Dark Matter Blade#cw death#cw personal#cw illness#I left Elfy and Fecty out of this because that was too much speculation#But you could see them as something similiar
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Day 7 Rumor / Discovery
( Had this really cute idea in my brain and I didn't want to go to sleep and lose it by the morning and it is the 24th where I am so it counts! Had so much fun doing the writer challenge, all of your compliments mean a lot to me and my husband and we're so happy you enjoy the stories of our characters <3 )
@daily-writing-challenge
It was one of those days for U-Jinn.
Some days were better than others, time had dulled his daughter's absence to a faint ache in his chest but it never truly got better, and like a chronic condition, it would flare to a sharp pang under the right circumstances.
For as virtuous and honorable as the monks of the White Tiger Temple liked to claim themselves to be, gossip was poisonous nectar that tempted even the most stalwart of tongues, despite the words of warning of engaging in such activities that rolled off them later to the cubs.
Rules for thee and not for me, U-Jinn supposed. He could hear them from where he worked, muttering to each other and shooting an occasional glance his way.
"Has he really been here all night?"
"Yes, he still doesn't like to go home."
"Poor dear, I couldn't even imagine..."
"It's been eight years since she's been gone, he can't hold on forever."
"You're telling me they never found her, no trace?"
"None, but I heard she left on an errand."
"Do you think any of the outsiders had something to do with it? They've brought shifty types to our shores before."
"Maybe, but /I/ heard that she was hiding something. Yoo-Mi said she was ill quite often and would often excuse herself...then, a week before she left she said she saw her go to the medic."
"Oh, dear, you don't think...?"
"Well, I don't know who could have done it. She kept to herself often."
"Maybe a boy from the village?"
"Mayb---"
Slam.
U-Jinn had unceremoniously slammed the crate of returned books and scrolls that still needed to be sorted upon his workspace, causing both of the Pandarens' heads to jerk up abruptly, ears swiveling.
"So sorry." U-Jinn stared, his voice blank and eyes hard.
With a nervous smile, the two exchanged an anxious look before bowing their heads and quickly hurrying out, leaving U-Jinn alone to stew in his thoughts.
Inhaling sharply through his teeth, the old bear bit back the unkind words on his mind's tongue, pressing his own hard against the back of his fangs as he began to sort through the books and scrolls.
Fist of the First Dawn: Rise of the Pandaren Revolution.
He marked it down as returned and moved on to the next title.
Encyclopedia of Pandaren Herbs
U-Jinn's brow lofted, quite a read....next.
The Moon Rabbit
U-Jinn paused, breath catching in his throat as his eyes beheld the faded gold lettering of the title. The title itself wasn't strange, had this been a public library. This book was a popular fable for cubs, and it was always a particular favorite of.....
His heart leapt in his chest.
There had been few articles missing from her room aside from a few clothes. The cover was a navy blue, darker splotches of stains and wear and tear dotting the surface around the indented silver filled figure of a rabbit gazing up at Azeroth's little moon.
By the Celestials --
Sucking in a sharp breath, U-Jinn quickly blinked as he collected the book within his paws, undoing a cord of weathered leather that had been wrapped tautly around it to keep it shut. Upon cracking it open, the scent of old parchment filled his nostrils, and a small pile of thin and folded parchment laid inside.
With shaking paws, he picked up the first piece of parchment that lay on top, the cleanest and potentially newest looking one...and he opened it.
Dear, Baba.
It took a lot of convincing, but I've finally managed to convince Yasashi to allow me to send you this. I hope you do not think ill of him for preventing me from doing so earlier, but he wanted to ensure we were secure and safe. In the end, I can tell he is still weary about me doing this, but he knows that my sudden absence in your life has haunted me since and I'm sorry, the last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt you. Above all though, I want you to know that I'm alive and am doing fine, the rest of the letters are ones I have written periodically throughout the last eight years, and I hope they're enough to fill you in on what has been going on thus far.
Oh!
As of yesterday, you've a second granddaughter. She was born 10 pounds, her name is Suzu, below I have secured a drawing of her. I attached an earlier one of your first granddaughter in one of the oldest letters but I'm afraid it is not as good as this one, but practice makes perfect, yes? I hope one day you will be able to meet them, I know you'd love them a lot.
Always in your heart, Soo-ha
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kircheis spaceboys
thinking about siegfried kircheis is so uniquely painful bc if we're meant to think of lotgh as a meta narrative within a narrative then kircheis is a character who's legacy was enshrined in his death, his absence and the questions of how much better would it be if he was here (to the point that it became a joke in of itself). it rly makes me wonder what kind of character, what kind of young commoner boy would give up his whole life in every sense of the word for the sake of a minor noble's ambitions. he came from a stable home, was his parents’ only child. so its truly love for reinhard & annerose that drives him, which is the most altruistic motive of all the space generals & gunners we meet here. annerose and kircheis by virtue of being reinhard’s most cherished people occupy this saint-like quality in the narrative, but we learn annerose is a bit tortured. in talking to hilda we learn annerose blames herself for kircheis’s death, bc shes the one who told kircheis to be a good friend to reinhard, and annerose herself cant stand to even meet reinhard for 3 seasons /8 books over this. ‘now you have nothing else left to lose,’ annerose told reinhard at that juncture. which is remarkably cruel for reinhard in that shes saying kircheis is all u cared for, but also cruel for annerose bc shes essentially killing herself off metaphorically with kircheis. reinhard rationalizes annerose’s unusually cold words in these moments as her being a grieving lover. and its hard to say if she could do anything with her own love & how much of her love in the first place is rooted in annerose looking up to the only guy who didnt treat her like a concubine or a mommy. im reminded of book8 commenting on reinhard’s fraught relationship w annerose here. ‘In losing that which should not have been lost, Reinhard had allowed past to be severed from present; the brilliance of that long-ago spring light… were now far beyond.’ which is something reinhard also says in the ova.. in reinhard’s mind, he has to place annerose as dead in the past with kircheis to bear living. he has to place annerose with the ghost of kircheis, bc confronting how he lost his two most beloved people at such a critical success in his rise to power is too painful. bc we lose out on kircheis’s voice so early, his ghost quite literally haunts the narrative bc of his significance to one of the protagonist’s reinhard. reinhard’s other half literally is what everyone, including kircheis’s killer ansbach, calls kircheis. reinhard’s entire emotional stability was quite literally built on kircheis. but u have to wonder how things wouldve went if kircheis remained alive any longer than what he did considering that this is where he was at.👇🏾
kircheis is a commoner here, whos entire rise to power was so intimately tied to his proximity to reinhard & annerose. so him asking this is not only a matter of his doubts on reinhard’s specific actions here but also implicitly meant to think on how hes dedicated more than half of his life to reinhard’s cause under the belief that reinhard was doing the right thing. a quest to overthrow a 500+ year old dynasty, to liberate ur cherished sister/friend who was sold in sexual slavery to the king, that r just causes. kircheis needs to believe reinhard is of the right character to be the steward & master of space. someone can readily rationalize their involvement in the war apparatus as fighting the ‘other’ side of the war, can readily rationalize their rise to power as a means to these righteous ends. but reinhard’s cruel acts in s1 like starving out the civillians of the fpa, cosigning the attack on westerland as political pretext , the lives of millions he couldve saved but chose to let braunschweig kill to use as proof of the boyar nobility’s evil , cannot be so easily excused , and reinhard’s hunger for power is now hardly related to liberating annerose or annerose at all bc he dont even have to do anything to free her. annerose is liberated by friedrich’s death. the ova puts the choice of ignoring braunschweig’s attack westerland on oberstein lying to reinhard about when the attack would take place. which is, weak! it makes reinhard look incompetent for keeping such a seditious subordinate, and morally whitewashes reinhard in this incident. oddly enough (or thankfully?) the ova treats it as if the book’s line of events occurred in that scene from then on, with kircheis unafraid to question reinhard for his complicity in this act & cutting no corners in their final confrontation. reinhard responds so cruelly bc he has no rebuttal to kircheis, he even says ‘kircheis will just have to understand the need for spilling blood’, and delegates him to being the ‘same as the rest’.. but the central questions kircheis raised here would not have the easy answers kircheis needed to stay as reinhard’s heart, as his other half. bc barring sending the fortress where kircheis died into the shadow realm , reinhard still wouldve done all the things he did in later seasons. and kircheis who has his own moral compass would have to diverge with reinhard inevitably. forever reminded of tanaka saying that this split was inevitable.. sad as it sounds, it was best for kircheis to die at this juncture. he is the legend inside a fictional legend, the balm to all of reinhard’s troubles forever n ever, the other half of reinhard’s heart thats left forever empty, with battle + blood used to fill reinhard’s lonely little soul. and kircheis even on the verge of death knew reinhard would destroy himself without him which is why he reminds him go take the universe. live for something without me. bc i couldnt bear to live to see what u would become.
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out of curiosity:
what is ur least fave manufacturer now
did u enjoy new tales
tell me more abt ur rewrite <- overly complex rewrite haver where katagawa also lives (well. he dies and gets brought back to life. long story) and also the calypsos don't flop. i like seeing other ppls aus and comparing them and such
ok so THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME AN EXCUSE TO RAMBLE ABT BORDERLANDS ACTUALLY. THIS IS. VERY LONG!
I have many thoughts bc this is one of my fave franchises, so a big chunk of this is me talking about New Tales (all under the read more so I don't clog ppl's dashes or spoil stuff <3)
I can answer 1 and 2 together - my least favorite manufacturer is Tediore entirely because of New Tales. It used to be Atlas because I personally didn't like the whole concept of all these major multibillionaire world-ending companies slowly turning "good" because they were now ran by Lillith's allies? Rhys in BL3 was very underwhelming, funny to revisit but very underwhelming.
I liked the vibe Atlas had back in the first Tales, when Rhys was shown to end up as a very capable and somewhat ruthless CEO (with a very good outfit that BL3 entirely forgot about......im stiLL MAD ABOUT THAT.......) not just Your Funny Uncle With The Moustache Getting Bullied In Promethea :tm:
And. Like, I really LOVED the idea of the weakest manufacturers making a big fucking comeback, y'know funny silly cheap plastic gun Tediore is now The Ruler Of The Universe, who could've thought! But....... The way they handled it in New Tales was, pretty lame?
First of all, from what I remember at the top of my head, Tediore was founded by a woman - Mrs Tediore, right? And then in New Tales, there's a bunch of dialogue/jokes about how Susan Coldwell broke the glass ceiling and how revolutionary it is for a woman to be CEO but. Again, Mrs Tediore founded Tediore.
And then, in that very same fucking game, there's yet another woman as a CEO that no one bats an eye to (IM NOT GONAN THINK.A BOUT THE IMPLICATIONS OF ATHENA BEING THERe. IM JUST NOT). And this also comes from a franchise with a lot of women in very important positions - pointing out how Susan Coldwell is ruthless and important because she's breaking the glass ceiling by being a woman in power when there's many, many, many other female characters doing even cooler shit just....really downplays Susan as a villain. It also puts a weird light onto the already established characters like, Moxxi, who is fully aware of the way people perceive her and uses it against them. Or Lillith who had to step up as the new leader of the Crimson Raiders. Or Maya's journey of finding herself outside a cult that used her. Or Tyreen's entire journey and what led her to have a god complex. As if THEIR struggles and stories aren't that miportant when compared to the vague shit Susan did to become CEO of TEDIORE out of all things lmfao
And putting Susan Coldwell ASIDE of Tediore, they still don't have a leg to stand on, they really just weren't that much of a threat at all. All new characters that were meant to be threatening FROM Tediore just. Died. Gone. Irrelevant. A blink and you miss it.
Something about Borderlands that I really like is that, when one of the major companies or big groups within the setting go through changes like, a new leader or a discovery or something, then it's got big consequences for everyone. It's not just "oh hey i'm the new boss, the previous is dead". You can see it in Atlas' rise to power after figuring out eridian technology and in their subsequential fall that lets other companies get the headstart colonizing other planets. You see it most notably in Jack's own rise to power and then fallout, all the people it affects. His presence AND absence means something to the story.
But Tediore? The entire company becomes so fucking irrelevant the second Susan Coldwell gets the fucking Cosmo and Wanda looking ass gems, they don't affect anything at all. Promethea was shit from the beginning, the process of rebuild was fueled by Atlas and Promethea remained Like That because of Atlas Choosing To Move Headquarters To Space :tm: not because Tediore's sudden arrival.
The moment Jack became CEO, Hyperion as a company affected A DOZEN of characters, with or without his direct intervention - Tediore in New Tales just sits there as a cheap way to bring back manufacturers who haven't done anything relevant to the story so far because all the other ones are too busy being part of the good guys now . They're just a stepping stone for Susan and nothing else and it's very fucking sad?? The real scary villain of New Tales is the introduction of GOD-LIKE SENTIENT GEMS, not a company like we're used to. It makes everything feel disconnected, it makes death and life feel cheap in a franchise that insists on how much every group of protagonists has survived and faced together.
Anu's character revolves around Atlas and her brother. Her entire journey starts because she's fired and her brother needs help. Tediore has nothing to do with any of these things. And entire thing she has about how she'd like to remain peaceful and non-violent? Why not fucking bring PANGOLIN, or ANY of the fucking shield/health companies that exist????
Then there's Octavio, you can argue that he's the most affected by Tediore's involvement because his entire theme is about the community of Promethea, but they do essentially nothing with that aspect of him in the game so it falls flat on its ass. His entire goal is to be popular and have a company, but all it led to was a small consultation company? It's so weak, it only makes him look like the comedic relief and nothing else, which in turn only makes his strained relationship with Anu all the more sad. AND THAT WAS MY FAVORITE PART of this game, the fact that Anu and Octavio's relationship as stranded family was a focus and that you could tackle it, but tackling it through dream sequences with the fucking magical gems is cheap and I seriously can't even remember if there's any actual scenes of these two talking to each other for real, without any dream sequences in the way
And then there's Fran, who does have some of the funniest moments in the entire game and whose design make me really happy. But like the others, she has. no involvement with Tediore, her fucking store got destroyed by MALIWAN.
And then by the end Tediore is just fucking gone ok bye
DO YOU SEE WHY TEDIORE AND SUSAN BEING THE BAD GUYS MAKES SENSE BUT AT THE SAME TIME, IT DOESN'T? THEY'RE IRRELEVANT, BRO, IT MAKES ME MAD. IF YOUR VILLAIN DOESN'T HOLD UP, YOUR ENTIRE STORY CRUMBLES!!!!!!!!!!!!
As for the 3rd question
Ok so I have like. 5 different rewrites/AUs. Because I'm a VERY normal borderlands fan, NO ONE look at me. i refuse to write this in a coheretn way, i have to go to work in 10 minutes and i'm in my pjs
The closest to canon, in which I just adhere to the major beats of the story and try to expand on events that went unnoticed, characters that ended up underdeveloped or straight up ignored / OOC. etc. In this one Katagawa dies, but not before I expand shamelessly on his strained and complex relationship with his family and the company and how blurry the line between those things (yes im thinking about the barcodes) and his abilities as a proper corporate shithead with lots of money, resources and enough genius to STEAL FROM FUCKING ZER0, WHY IS NO ONE SCREAMING SO HARD ABOUT THAT, THIS FUCKER STOLE FROM ZER0 OR BOUGHT SOMEONE WHO COULD DO IT and thought process behind it all. This one also started because I felt horrible at the way Ava was portrayed in BL3, cause the writing is painful but I do love the introduction of a clearly immature Siren to the group of veterans who are supposed to know better and the struggle that comes with accepting change and loss. Also because that Maya kill pissed me off, I love the Calypsos but my god that was so fucking lame for Maya? But this one was written way before New Tales so,,,
The closest to canon V2. in which I take New Tales into consideration. And it pains me. And I never finished it because I'm not strong enough. But trust me when I say I'm making those stupid fucking magical rocks as eldritch and unsettling as possible. If you want to play with life and death so fucking badly you're going to bear with the consequences, you're gonna come back right and wrong as many times as you want and you will never be the same do you FUCKING HEAR ME ANU. I AM SPEAKING DIRECTLY INTO YOUR BRAIN. YOU CAN PLAY WITH DEATH AND LIFE AS MUCH AS YOU WANT TO, BUT I WILL NOT ALLOW YOU TO MAKE THOSE THINGS LOSE ANY MEANING. Anyway Katagawa does die here too! and he comes back wrong! and dies again
The self indulgent one, in which everything I would've loved to happen, just happens. And New Tales doesn't exist! Sasha and Fiona are there doing things! Commandant Steele DOES get lore! Athena does NOT fucking become Hyperion's CEO <3. And I expand a little on how the TPS gang were, in fact, a very dysfunctional found family whose love language was ultraviolence and how Timothy and Claptrap cope with everyone's deaths. And Pickle is there too somewhere, having fun. And Gaige doesn't get forgotten until some DLC, she's part of the B team from day 1 and her alcoholism is addressed. And the sirens sisterhood is developed upon outside of just the ones within the Crimson Raiders, something or another about how sirens are still really alien beings and therefore they have vastly different. opinions, thoughts, feelings, experiences? that are inherent to being a siren because you are, in fact, borrowing the power of all the sirens that came before you. the loss of identity is very cool, i think, especially when its paired with the actual choice to remain as you are out of love for your friends. something something, lillith and maya are actively choosing to keep their respective humanities and nourish it, rather than kill it for power like tyreen mightve done. something about how sirens and eridians are so similar but so different. something about Guardians specifically being misguided in their hatred towards sirens due to the loss of their masters. I do think about the Guardians left behind by the Eridians throughout all the universe a normal amount, thank you
The delusional one, in which Angel also lives and Timothy is there. And he has some sort of dysfunctional weird friendship with Katagawa. I feel like the majority of borderlands fans just, have this specific AU in their heads somewhere - specifically just making Angel alive and having her be around Timothy. Like, it just feels like good catharsis for both of these characters, whether they end up as found family or go their own separate ways. But I'm putting all these three through absolute hell before they can finally move on from their shitty pasts with each other as found family. And Ava is Angel's little sister because they both deserve to have a good familial figure in their life that isn't. A Guy That Reminds Them Of Someone Who Hurt Them In The Past. there's something to be said here about me drawing parallels between Katagawa and Troy but we're not getting into that now. And Katagawa forms an identity outside corporate business and understands that he has no fucking right stepping into his surviving sister's life despite having grown as a person. And Troy gets to betray Tyreen and their unhealthy power dynamic is addressed properly and it culminates into BOTH of them fusing with the fucking Destroyer and they die together, with themes of "I do love you, you're my twin, you're my sibling, we came into this world together and we will leave it together, and i'm sorry i took our friendship for granted".
The one with OCs, in which I use my and my friends' OCs to shamelessly insert them in the narrative and this one is my absolute favorite because BL3 enforced my main plot AND THEN NEW TALES RUINED IT WITH ATHENA AS THE CEO OF HYPERION SO ANYWAY, IM LOOKING AWAY. MY OC AND KATAGAWA HOLD HANDS AND MAIM EACH OTHER, IDC
#thank you so much for the ask i love talking and typing#and i have no one to talk in depth abt borderlands aheem aheem
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Before the insects have made their claim
a/n. wrote this as an exercise to get me back into writing. i just recently watched Edens Zero and i was intrigued by the robots’ internal conflict of their “humanity” so here’s an attempt to flesh out chapter 1 and michael’s character from the manga. im not gonna include every scene (esp the fight scene i suck at it) but im adding on the gaps of the manga chapter. hope u enjoy <3
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“Ah, my arm broke again.”
Michael had just woken up from his slumber and began to survey his surroundings. He wonders if the screws might have been too loose after its last tinkering before dismissively sighing it off.
Michael is no stranger to this kind of incident that he does not bother to pick up his arm to attach back this time. It comes to harass the inhabitants of planet Granbell one to five times a week, the occurrence growing more frequent as time pass by. It is a constant unwanted reminder that they had long overstayed their welcome, now free to lay their bodies to rest.
The right arm lies in his bed, as if mocking his life degrading each day of old age. Old age? No, that’s too humanistic of a condition to apply to a mere robot.
One can count the time a robot has been conscious from its launching until it’s disabled, but robots don’t age. Not in a traditional sense. Their consciousness is saved through data, transferable to another host if needed be. Death doesn’t come easily to them. But to battery-reliant ones nearing their expiry end, dwelling on a human-abandoned planet—its visit is undeniably inevitable.
Nevertheless, Michael prefers to think of it that way. It is a concept his dear friend would find easier to comprehend. He finds the greatest joys in life revolving around making a certain human on their planet happy. And that involves anything human-related. This complicity of an excuse allows him to wish more freely for a human heart.
Thus, it was not a slumber he had woken up from, but a pretense of a human sleep. A desperate effort to save whatever little energy is left to last the machines more days to welcome.
He grabs the stool beside his bed, his left arm supporting his weight, trying to get up while struggling to balance his body like he had just woken up from a coma. He moved his one foot right after the other, slowly pacing towards a mirror. It was not vanity that humans obsess over that he’s concerned with—not the absence of his right arm, nor the rust and dents displaying on his frame.
Small cogs spin slowly inside his head to form an inverted arch on his mouth, imitating a human muscle forming a smile. It was one of the few visible things that permitted him to show a human expressiveness within the limits of his being. A treasure that further fuels his drive to persevere.
Michael thought himself indifferent to owing favors. As a robot, his program instructs him to abide by a “give and take” principle. But when Shiki gives him a reason to live, what could possibly amount such worth to match what is received?
A loud voice called from outside, demanding attention from his perturbing pondering. “Michael!” shouted a young man, knocking rhythmically on his door. “Let’s hang out!”
One could never have a peaceful amble when accompanied by Shiki, so Michael quietly pleads his body to function well today.
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Luck smiled today at Michael’s surreptitious attempt of hiding his slight predicament. Shiki hadn’t noticed, but his gait required more lifting and dragging than yesterday. Satisfied, Michael (tries to) merrily skips his way towards the town, leaving Shiki to his own devices.
He is so sure the ensuing days would be orchestrated based on Shiki’s whims. Smiling, his mind wanders off all things happy that come along with the young boy’s presence—all the laughter, all the adventures, all his dreams. But all the mind’s a labyrinth and his was a narrow path, the finish line always ending with the uncertainty afflicting Shiki’s future.
The quandary from this morning filled him once again with much apprehension. His forefinger anxiously tapping his thigh he once mimicked a human to calm his nerve did not help one bit. As luck would have it, his line of thought suddenly came to a halt when the growing loud chatter from a curious large crowd gathering at the entrance to the town diverts his attention. What’s going on?
“A guest!” Michael hears some bot exclaimed. Standing on his tiptoes behind the horde, he sees what could only be described as the unimaginable—a human girl and a talking cat.
Every machine present frenzy over the sight of their new guests after a long century of isolation—briskly lining up to greet them in a chorus. “Welcome! To Granbell, the Kingdom of Dreams!”
Michael, still astounded, watches from afar as his peers scramble their way to entertain the visitors, showcasing everything at their disposal: from venturing on quests and princess roleplaying, to a full-on festival invigorated with fireworks and cheers. He couldn’t hear when the guests began to talk, but he assumes they requested a repeat of the whole act as the robots reposition themselves at their designated starting points of the act.
The guests decided to replenish their energy at a nearby bar, introducing themselves as Rebecca and her companion cat, Happy. Unsuspecting of the many sneaky glances casting at the two, their lively conversation and earnest intentions reassures the machines of their nature. But still, the robots were no fools, they know better than to be quick at fully trusting humans.
The robots gazes at the pair exiting the bar, headed straight to the forest. They could only hope that they will get along with Shiki.
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“Hello, traveler. I see that you have failed in your quest.” Mitra, the barmaid, says. She stands behind the counter, taking notice of the guests tromping back to the bar.
“Never mind that—I found a human! A human boy!” Rebecca exclaims. She slams her hands on the counter and adds, “I thought this place was all machines!”
“Ah, you mean Shiki,” Mitra replies kindly and as if on cue, the said boy appears behind her. Shiki ignores the shock Rebecca and Happy displayed and introduces them to all robots present at the bar. “…and this is my friend, Michael.”
“Oh, so you all know each other?” Rebecca asks.
“We’re all friends here.” Shiki enthusiastically replies, pulling Annie and Michael to give a side hug. “Friends!”
As if letting nature takes it course, they held a party once again to celebrate the guests’ arrival. Everyone feasted on Annie’s best dishes; Rebecca dressed up in a lovely dress of boysenberry color. While drunk in beer, everyone dances and sings songs in merriment.
Not too far from the celebration, in a castle that stood proudly tall of all the buildings in the planet, the ruler sits in his throne of gas leaking from the pipes attached to his body. A messenger robot kneels in front of him, delivering news of the guests’ arrival.
“I know,” the Lord Castellan grimly said. “That time has come.”
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The party from before has long since mellowed down and night has finally come for Granbell. Shiki, Rebecca, Happy, and Michael, all find themselves eating dinner together. The humans on table dominates the conversation, easily warming up to each another.
Not long after, Shiki lets out a yawn, announcing his intentions to sleep before his head falls on the table unconsciously, breaking the table in half. Rebecca and Happy shrieks, expressing their concerns for the table.
“‘Why is a human living in a place like this’ is written all over your expression,” says Michael bluntly. Rebecca, mouth gaped open, thought out loud if he was a mind reader. Letting out a chuckle, he states that to be untrue. He continues on telling her about Shiki’s bizarre circumstances. About the demon king, and their attachment to him.
Mitra shows the guests where they will be staying but it would seem that Rebecca has another plan before going to bed. Crouched down, Rebecca stares intently at Shiki.
“What’s the matter Ms. Rebecca?” Michael asks from behind.
“Do you mind if I cut his hair?” Rebecca answers, her eyes glowing a sinister glint. “It has been bugging me.”
Rebecca and Happy retires to their quarters after giving Shiki a more polished haircut. Their conversation trails off in a distance, satisfied of the video contents they amassed, still unaware of the purposive stares they have been receiving all day.
The robots shared a knowing look, shuddering in excitement, agitation, and perhaps, fear. Lord Castellan had already informed the robots of the plan, the instructions passed off orally. A few robots carefully and quietly tuck Shiki in his bedroom, away from the clamorous group of robots ready to set their plan into motion.
Unbeknownst to everyone, Michael began harboring doubts of the human ethics their methods might entail. He isn’t keen on aggrieving a lady and her companion they would entrust Shiki on. But he swallows those doubts with a knowing sigh that nothing else can be done. He turns his head towards the direction of the young boy’s bedroom, probably drooling in his sleep. There’s no way Shiki would leave the town unattended. Not when everyone’s breaking each day.
Still, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Michael stands still; his back pressing against the wall, softly wishing that it would swallow his figure in the background. To his relief, several robots volunteered to do the arduous task. They walk with stealthy footsteps, mindful of their metallic feet creaking loudly on the floor.
Some robots leave to the storage room to fetch a rope, while the others go outside to set up the wooden logs. Everyone looks shamefully excited to tie up innocent travelers despite their best intentions. And as much as Michael would like to reprimand them for showing no remorse, he keeps his lips sealed. After all, he was rowing the same boat as those robots do.
The residents of Granbell all love Shiki, but this love comes with many sacrifices. A sacrifice he knew some bots could no longer endure after a beaming hope had finally shed its light. He is in no place to judge when just this morning, he finds his will to live slowly but surely waning.
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Everyone gathers patiently around the erected wooden platform where Rebecca and Happy were tied up. Guards stand behind them, holding a torch in their hands as if ready to burn a witch at the stake. Rebecca is the first to wake up, immediately asking what’s going on.
“I’ve waited a long time for this day… human.” Lord Castellan walks in front of Rebecca just as he sensed Shiki’s presence pushing his way through the crowd. Michael isn’t prepared for Shiki's imminent anger once he saw what they had done. Even more so when Shiki had declared that she is his friend. Lord Castellan continues his speech, raising the tension with each word he utters.
“We robots are not tools to serve humankind. Our race is not inferior to you humans.” He coldly says. Shiki turns to the other robots only to find their words aligning with the ruler.
“I am not a tool.” Michael says his tone in a timbre Shiki has never heard before. If Shiki wasn’t looking, he would have never thought those words were uttered from the mouth of the robot he considers his best friend.
“It can’t be,” Rebecca cries. “Have they been all infected with a virus?”
Lord Castellan confirms her supposition and claims that it gave them the freedom to think. To no longer be at the hands of vile humans, existing only at their convenience. Shiki, frustrated at the ridiculous assertions they have been spouting, turns to seek out his tools.
His march came to an abrupt stop when a torch nears Rebecca, threatening her life if he continues to take another step. Lord Castellan mocks his attempts to be pointless; invalidating all the time Shiki patched them up when it was actually Granbell’s Castle Auto-Repair System. And that they were only playing a role. Shiki was assigned to be the mechanic.
“No! I’m going to fix you” Shiki cries out, his eyebrows scrunching up in vexation.
“Impossible,” interrupted Lord Castellan.
“I will fix you! Please trust me. We’re friends, aren’t we?”
“You’re human. We’re machine. We cannot be friends.” the ruler says as he throws his cloak away, revealing a body resembling that of a medieval knight’s armor. He tells them of a time when humans and machines lived harmoniously in Granbell, the kingdom of fantasy and dreams. How when guests stopped coming, the humans abandoned the planet. Not even bothering to dispose what is left.
“But I’m a human!” Shiki shouts. “I never left you alone!”
His pleas went unheard. Accusations and condemnations continue to layer on top of each other, as if to shatter the friendship made fragile by the situation. Everyone goes to rile up Shiki: pinning him down and beating him up.
“I thought we were friends!” Shiki’s voice starts quivering. Daylight has never seemed much grimmer than the night. He is hopeless on the ground, every blow as painful as the words that betrayed him today.
Humans and machines are not friends. It tore Michael inside to lie, but he mustered a blistering coldness of hatred pointed at his friend. Shiki’s cries gradually fade in his ears, drowned by a resolute conviction to see through their promise with Ziggy.
And Rebecca, helplessly forced to witness such tragedy wails her words in despair.
“He said you were his friends! How can you be so cruel? You can be friends with anyone! It doesn’t matter whether you’re human or machine!”
At the sight of tears flowing from Rebecca’s eyes, Shiki finds himself getting up. If you have a friend who will shed tears for you, you better treasure them forever, he remembers.
Shiki throws a decisive punch, dispersing the robots in the area.
“Guess we’re not friends anymore.”
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The sun had begun to set and the robots, resigned to the floor, indulged themselves with the luxury of dying beneath its beauty. Michael imagines Shiki’s face, probably scrunched up in despair and muscles contorted in ways his own wouldn’t allow. He reminisces about the first time Shiki declared he would make a hundred friends. The adventures they shared all throughout the planet, every nook and cranny memorized. All ponds fished on, and the mountains explored. How they made each corner of their confined world, a home.
He tilted his head towards the direction of the place, witness to all his merriment and ugliness. His house that was supposed to outlive him, disintegrated into dust and rubble. He feels–or rather–thinks he feels strangely melancholic about it. But there was no use overthinking things when the end is nearing. He just feels what he thinks.
All his life, like many other bots, Michael wished for a human heart. As mawkish as it sounds, this longing stems from something akin to an inferiority complex remaining suppressed in him like an unspoken secret almost all robots relate and are privy to.
And yet for the first time, he believed himself fortunate to just be. If only he knew it was going to make goodbyes impossibly painful… If only he knew it would engulf him with an insurmountable loneliness...
Then he would have never wished for a heart.
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𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 ♥
#edens zero#michael#shiki granbell#rebecca bluegarden#headcanon#shicca#fanfic#fanfiction#tragedy#oneshot#one shot#anime#manga#robots
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The Time Apart: Needle and Thread
Books: The Royal Romance
Rating: G
Triggers: None Identified by this author
Pairing: (no pairing) Hana Lee x Jessica Garcia (Friendship)
A/U: Agent Phoenix: Forged in Fire - The time apart: This timeline occurs during Jessica's absence in Cordonia or when not formally paired in Cordonia with Liam as the TRR cast and original characters deal with her absence as well as Jessica and Liam attempt to go through life without each other. Stories may or may not have an in the present timeline component and are not always in order. It depends on the prompt, random inner thoughts, and the muse whenever they stop by. There are no chapter numbers as they are written as just a series of events in story form. Multi-part stories, as always, are labeled.
Detailed disclaimer
Catch me here
A/N #1: Jessica and Hana remember each other
Song Inspiration: Tell me how - Paramore
Word count: 2,322*As always, forgive my typos and grammatical errors.
* Reading time: 9 minutes
Cordonia, Social Season
Hana Lee tried her best to look dignified despite sitting utterly alone at the high tea ceremony held this afternoon, shunned to a single table by the other court ladies. She was correctly remembering her training of folding her lace-covered hands in her lap, sitting up straight, and forcing a small polite smile. Her failed engagement last year caused her to feel like even more of a failure as she was outcasted by the women of the court.
Hana smiled at seeing Olivia and Kiara pass her table and said, "Ladies, these seats are open if you would like seats!" She said it a little too enthusiastically than she intended.
Olivia smirked at Kiara before setting her sights back on Hana. She replied, "That won't be necessary. We were discussing at our table how better to win over Prince Liam from past experiences, and well…I doubt you'd have anything constructive to add. All things considered."
Hana felt her smile fall as Kiara snickered behind her hand, and Olivia smiled victoriously. It was only the first week here, and it seemed Olivia wasted no time picking up any weaknesses Hana had. Hana felt a bottomless pit of shame forming in her stomach as she frowned. She almost wanted to excuse herself from crying in the ladies' room not to cause a scene.
"If you act like this for no reason other than to be petty, I'd hate to think how you would act as Queen." A voice with an accent not found in any neighboring region of Cordonia said from behind them.
Like all the other ladies, Jessica stood there, arms folded with a delicate dress and a small fancy hat. However, she gave a challenging glare to Olivia's way that Olivia gave right back.
Olivia scoffed and retorted, "Oh yeah? And what would you know about being Queen? You're not even from a Royal bloodline."
Jessica shrugged, "True. But I know how to treat people with kindness, and so does Lady Hana. We both know that kindness will be some brownie points in Liam's final decision to pick who will help him rule Cordonia with grace and compassion by his side."
Olivia snorted in disgust, "That shows what little you know. Cordonia needs a stern but fair ruler, not kindness and fairytales." Kiara nodded, even though it looked like she agreed to agree.
Jessica unfolded her arms and waved a dismissive hand in Olivia's way. "Whatever, Olivia…Is this seat is taken, Lady Hana?"
"Not at all, Lady Jessica. I would be honored to have you sit with me." Hana gave Jessica a grateful smile, beaming from ear to ear.
Jessica gave a genuine smile, "I'd be happy too." She glared at Olivia and said, "Do you need something?"
Olivia huffed and stormed off with Kiara on her heels. Jessica mumbled, "God, she is such an ass."
Hana gasped softly, "Lady Jessica!"
Jessica raised a brow with a smirk and said, "As if we're all not thinking it. And please, just Jessica is fine. Especially in private."
Hana gave a slight smile. "Well…I suppose I may have thought that in more dignified terms."
Jessica tilted her head as a server laid a fine china plate and finger sandwiches on the table. She waited till he left before whispering to Hana, "Why do you let her talk to you like that, Hana?"
Hana frowned and replied, "I guess because it's true."
Jessica scoffed, "It is not true at all. I can guarantee you, Olivia, and her table wasn't even discussing past relationships or whatever; she just said it because she knows it gets to you."
Hana looked down at her swirling cup of tea as she spoke, "Because… It's a weakness."
Jessica laid her hand on hers to gain her attention, giving her a stern look. "No, Because it's all she has. Can Olivia play piano, dance ballet, cook tiny foods, or any other training you've had? Seriously, you have more talent than any of us here, and even I can see that in the short week I've been here!" Jessica took her hand away and raised her brows at Hana to listen to her. "I grew up with girls like Olivia back in New York. They feed their egos by putting down others. You're giving her too much power."
Hana gawked at that and asked in a hushed whisper, "How?"
Jessica folded a napkin as she said, "Because you allow her to talk to you like that, and she knows you won't do anything about it. You're a free power trip ego boost for her. I know you can't exactly hit her or anything, and she's the type that would win in that area. But you have to start standing up for yourself… You're sweet, Hana, but there's a fine line between sweet and pushover. You deserve better than to take that disrespect from the likes of Olivia or any other contender here."
"I just…My parents would disapprove of me being rude. I was raised to be kind and polite, smile, and accept things like that. That's just courtly life." Hana mumbled while looking at the liquid in her cup.
Jessica ended her rant with a spoon clank against her teacup as she stirred in a lump of sugar. "Yeah, well, It's your life, and you shape it. Fight back in the most Hana way possible while still being dignified." Jessica smiled at her and whispered, "For what it's worth, I'm glad I found a friend among these jerks. Cheers."
Hana smiled but thought of what Jessica said.
Years Later…
Hana sat at the table, absent-mindedly stirring her teacup as her Mother, Lorelai, spoke. The tea flavor reminded her of so many years ago, giggling with her newfound friend Jessica Garcia at a social season after Jessica defended her and gave her advice.
Something caught her attention that made her stop clanking her spoon against the delicate china as her Mother said, "And he's from a fine bloodline as well. Not Royalty like we so hoped for you years ago but an aristocratic family nonetheless."
Hana blinked while she looked up at her Mother and replied, "What?"
Her Mother rolled her eyes, "Honesty, Hana Lee, have you not been paying attention this entire conversation? You need to do better. Men like a good listener, not a girl gawking at what he says." Her Mother sighed, "He's to come at two tomorrow. I want you to wear that silk orange dress with the lotus flowers to represent his family's crest. And-"
Hana felt her grip on her spoon tighten more and more as her Mother spoke. Something in her couldn't agree. Years ago, she would have nodded and agreed but after everything…
Hana interrupted her Mother. "No."
Mrs. Lee faltered and replied, "I beg your pardon?"
"I said No, Mother," Hana mumbled. Anxiety twisted her stomach as her Mom gasped and gave her an outraged look.
"No? No to a life of security? No to making your family proud?"
"Yes...No." Hana shook her head and continued, "No! NO!" She voiced louder. Louder than what she ever had before.
Her Mother shed her, and she stood up and exclaimed, "No, Mother! I have done nothing but try to make this family proud! I have taken every class, studied every subject, rejected a normal life with normal friends all because of what you and Father want for me…Well, what about me?"
Her Mother genuinely looked taken aback, "But Hana, we are thinking of you!"
Hana sighed as people around them stared, "I understand that but are you? Are you thinking of my happiness? Or just the fact you won't have to burden yourselves with worry any longer?"
Lorelai stared at her daughter a moment before shaking her head. "What happened to my sweet Hana? Ever since you left home to join the Cordonian Social Season and started parading around with that commoner from America-"
Hana cut her Mom off, "You're right! Because that American helped me realize my opinion on my life matters more than anyone else. Even my Parents. And that American has a name, Jessica, and she was my first true friend. She showed me that I have a voice and choices with what I want. You can't even blame her now, Mother! I haven't seen her in years; this is all me. This is all your daughter."
She smoothed out her dress and lowered her voice. "I want you to cancel that suitor's arrival because regardless, I won't be here."
Lorelai gawked with a scolding tone, "Excuse me? And where pray tell are you going, Hana Lee?"
Hana sucked in a breath, straightened her posture, and said, "I have a business meeting. Instead of using our status to find a suitor, I'm using my connections to design clothing and send it out to boutiques. I'm excellent at stitch work, know the latest trends, and have a perpetual eye for color matching. I'm creating my own life. I have been on the fence for years on whether to go live my life on my terms but you setting up yet another suitor without my consent behind my back is the last straw."
Her Mother stared at her in shock with a tear in her eyes. Hana tried not to let her Mother's emotional turmoil persuade her to change her mind. She curtsied towards her Mother and said, "Love you and have a good afternoon, Mother. Tell Father the news at Dinner because my mind is made up, and I won't attend Dinner just to be lectured on what I shouldn't do with MY life."
Hana turned on her heels and walked away. The sadness and guilt she felt at being disobedient to her parents, who had their way of caring for her, outweighed the pride she felt swelling inside her chest.
She grinned as she rounded the corner and made her way to her chauffeur. She sat in the backseat and told him to take her to her home to start packing to take her already made designs to Paris tomorrow as she couldn't help grinning.
'Jessica would jump up and down with me and probably tell me I'm a…Badass or some other American nickname. She'd smile and tell me it was about time I stuck up for myself against my strict parents.' She thought with a giggle before she lost her smile.
She missed Jessica. Jessica was such a good friend to her, her only friend; now she was gone, and there was no way even to contact her. She talked to Maxwell over the phone and was on good terms with Olivia and Drake, but they were the two people she talked to the least, and Liam was too busy, and it always hurt him for days after they spoke about her.
Hana felt a pain in her chest as she realized she'd have to celebrate this small victory with herself…One thing she did know was that she needed a Cronut for this occasion.
She took out her phone and dialed the number of her pastry chef at the house. "Chef? Could you pretty please make those Cronuts I had you learn to make? There was no reason; it felt like it was an appropriate time to have one."
Months later...
Jessica walked down a crowded Soho street eating a zebra cake in search of something to wear to her 2nd official date with a private investigator; she met him while she was executing a warrant on EROS, a dating website that Jessica herself tried but found her date lackluster and too much like an off-brand Liam. She didn't know if she wanted to stab him with her salad or dinner fork; she chuckled at the thought during the date knowing two things were true. Bertrand would be proud that she could still tell the difference between forks and that her selection of a dinner fork to stab robot Liam would be most appropriate for the task.
When she was done with her wrapper, so looked for a nearby trash can when something in a store window caught her eye; it was a mannequin. She noticed the lace details and embroidery. It reminded her of something she once owned a lifetime ago, a dress that was very special to her but left behind in the apartment she shared with someone she tried to buy a carbon copy of, but no one, not even a robot, could come close to Liam. Somehow Damien Nazario caught her eye; whether it was the thrill of working together or the fact Damien seemed to help her forget the hurt of her past, Damien was slowly breaking down all the walls she had built up to stop the hurt.
Jessica entered the store and made a B line straight to the display near the mannequin. She eagerly looked at the tag, and it said "Hana Lee Designs" Jessica smiled to herself as she touched the label and found herself silently crying. She remembered the moment in Shanghai when Hana approached her and told her that she had spent all night sewing the dress by hand and explained the stitching to her that her grandmother had taught her. She remembered her memory of that dress laying on the floor deck of a boat after she and Liam made love that day; he showed her Koi fish up close, which led to her mind flooding with memory after memory of the unfinished life she left behind.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the salesgirl. "Hello Ms., I see you have your eye on that dress it's our best seller this week!" Jessica turned to her with the dress in her hand, her eyes watering, and said, "I will take it." The salesgirl smiled and said, "Sure, is there anything else I can help you with?"
Jessica thought for a second, and her phone rang. The caller ID said, "Sir" she held the phone in her hand and picked it up, and said, "Hello" the deep voice responded, "Hola Preciosa. ¿Qué estás haciendo?" (Hey beautiful, what are you doing.)
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Things that did NOT Spark Joy-4x11
Tyler and Vlamis may be able to make an absolute FEAST out of crumbs, but that doesn’t mean I have to forgive the writers for fucking up this entire arc 🤷🏻♀️ If you want the Malex flailing, that post is here, but this post is All Salt, All The Time.
First, I made these posts about Tyler’s absence so I’m not going to has it all out again, but I will say that nothing about Tyler’s health or ability to be physically present changes the fact that the writers bungled this whole storyline. *chugs some vodka* Okay, let’s do this.
We are still so unclear on what Ophiuchus actually is. It’s become this season’s “The Science”, just a convenient name to drop in to conversations without ever explaining anything. Also, I love that now, after Max and Michael both have tattoos and we’ve seen the symbol pop up around them, that it’s suddenly tied to Ophiuchus. Clyde says the brand is given only to the loyal followers to make them family and Tezca couldn’t hide hers when she shapeshifted, but the symbol itself showed up on Bonnie’s glass, and all the way back to season 1 it showed up around Isoble when she was in the desert and they ladies who told Max about it said it drew itself around Louise all the time. But sure, it’s an Ophiuchus thing now. I thought their symbol was the U with the snaky thing through it? Or was that supposed to stand for “The Alighting” which is the other thing we still know nothing about?
I was right when I said they would handle this “Liz addiction” storyline with all the grace of a raging bull in a china shop. And It’s almost funny how Liz’s actions and actually some of her words too aren’t any different than regular Liz, it’s honestly only her tone of voice that’s changed, saying things with a vicious bite instead of a more steady tone. But she’s absolutely told Max she needs to talk with someone who understands science, and the writers have had her be dismissive of Rosa plenty of times before, she’s just a little more cruel about it now. Maybe I would buy this if she had been huffing mist all season but it’s been like, a day. Which was apparently enough for Kyle to some up with a detox solution and reserve space at that place that still doesn’t know about aliens for her to do it (instead of, oh IDK, one of their thousand bunkers? Maybe the cabin in the woods designed by Kyle’s dad to be a detox bunker?) Yet when Alex goes missing for long enough for his hair to grow out and him to have quite a bit of facial hair, no one can be bothered to notice or help. Of course.
How is Liz going to re-create the “blue flame” in a lab when it’s not just fire, it’s tied to the ability to heal people (though for 3 seasons and actually the time he healed Liz this season, we’ve only ever seen it as a glowing handprint but sure, it’s the special blue fire now)? Never mind. I don’t care and the writers clearly don’t either, it’s just an excuse to make it look like they’re having Liz doing something because if she’s not doing science they don’t know what to do with her character.
*deep sigh* I said in tags on a post that as Echo is the “main couple” it’s expected that any other couple would borrow some imagery from them to show the viewers that these side relationships are the same, but that it’s weird to do it in reverse and pull things special to another couple and give it to the main couple because they should be the ones setting the tone. Which is why it never lands right when they take things from Malex to give to Echo like the turquoise. And honestly it’s so stupid because that was all about grounding forces which Max actually needs and Michael doesn’t so they could have made the turquoise an Echo thing all along! It didn’t ever need to be a Malex thing to then take and give to Echo.
I already mentioned it more in this post, but Isobel calling someone brainwashed and controlled just like she was “the most irredeemable person” she’s ever met is...ridiculous. Do the writers even watch this show?
I like Dallas, and Bonnie is fine I guess (entirely down to the actress making her likable because the writing is all over the place and she had FAR too much screentime and focus), but I just do not care anymore! Dallas should have been trapped with another main like Isobel and it’s absurd that the second Michael goes into the portal to look for Alex, the next cut is “we’ve already searched half the town” without showing us Michael looking. We could have seen Michael checking out their house, the junkyard, and all their bunkers, looking for (and maybe finding!) signs of Alex. Why not stick Bonnie on the roof of the Crashdown and have her set up flairs and wait for Alex to show, while Michael and Dallas searched elsewhere? Then, as soon as Michael splits off, we quit seeing him and focus all this time on Dallas and Bonnie instead of our main character looking for the love of his life!
Sidebar, who wants to bet “alien powers don’t work on lead” came up the day they wrote this scene and everyone shrugged and said “yeah sure why not”, completely forgetting they had Max moving bullets earlier this season. Maybe that’s why he was bad at it?
Why is Alex setting traps, and trapping people he knows? Why isn’t he hunkered down in a fallout shelter out bunker since there are 700 of them in Roswell and they probably offer more protection than a gasmask and cloak?
Love that Michael tackles not just a disabled Alex, but one suffering from radiation poisoning who things he’s dying and it’s just not brought up. We don’t see him wincing in pain as Michael is sitting on him, we don’t see Michael helping him up, we don’t see him limping when he’s been on his prosthetic for days, like, WHY?! It’s the perfect set up for some drama and for Michael to offer some tenderness, plus, why have Alex dying from alien radiation when he easily could just have gotten an infection because he’s disabled and unable to properly care for his leg? Oh right, because then the writers would have to care about Alex outside of Michael and they clearly cannot be bothered.
Also, creating an entire dimension the size of Roswell and leaving an open portal anyone could fall into makes NO sense, especially since it’s just supposed to be a trap for Jones. Which, considering Tezca heard about that plan from Theo, and she got taken by Jones before they left Oasis, why did they continue having that plan?! If she knew all their plans and that it was a trap, why would Theo chose to make it when they got to earth? This whole plot is so duuuuumb!! But on top of that mess, you have Bonnie making comments about popcorn and gummy bears at the drive in but like, WHY would Theo have crated food? Would any of it still be good if it’s earth food sitting in alien radiation for 75 years? If it’s breaking Alex down after a week or two, how has anything else survived that long? The whole place should be falling apart, no?
How many caves are there now? Clyde has Liz in one apparently owned by Jones. Is that the same cave Nora and Lousie trapped Jones in (for 70 something years without him aging at all)? Or was that a different cave. Also, if Jones had a cave on his land, why were he and Tezca hiding in a cave on WALT’S land? Why did they know about it, or was it happening to belong to Walt just a coincidence? Why did we need that whole side story about Walt and his land when Clyde didn’t even keep using it and all it did was make everyone ask why TF Walt didn’t move the alien pods onto his private land?
Clyde says he doesn’t need an engineer, he needs Liz and her biochem knowledge to get around the “lock” Theo put on the portal, but it’s just because the brand has alien glass which...still sounds like an engineering solution would be easier instead of a “serum” of some kind. Hell, cutting the brand off would be easier! But again, the writers don’t know what to do with Liz if she’s not making a serum.
So Shivani IS the bad guy this season? Okay. I don’t care. I only care that because Liz took her to see the pods, she was able to take them. And that wasn’t even Evil!Liz.
As much as Max is at his best when he’s allowed to be soft and supportive and a cheerleader for Liz, I am very much disliking this storyline of her making demands on his bodily autonomy, and him being made to look like the bad guy for standing his ground on that choice, only to relent when he thinks he might lose her and this idea that he’s going to step up and be the man she needs him to be, instead of the kind of man HE wants to be. Because this is the Echo problem! Both of them get twisted out of shape and unhappy trying to be what they think the other wants instead of being themselves. Because season 1 told us they genuinely liked each other for who they were! Liz was brilliant and Max adored that about her! Max was quiet and kind and Liz loved that about him! But they have spent the past several seasons showing us a Max and Liz who are fundamentally different people with different goals, and different moral stances on things! I feel like the writers saw the phrase “opposites attract” and decided to do that with Max and Liz, without realizing the “opposite” is not life goals and moral compasses. It’s a shame because Echo could have been so good and when they are allowed to have their moments Jeanine and Nathan deliver!
I cannot believe after everything Rosa suffered and how hard she worked to FINALLY get out of Roswell and build her own life, that the writers think it’s in any way satisfying to have her come back to be Liz’s “sober companion” like this hasn’t been 2 days out of Liz’s week and like she doesn’t have multiple people perfectly qualified to do that instead. Rosa is still barely out of her teens, let her live her life!
To quite the spoilertv review, WHOMST burnt the trees?! Why did no one see the smoke of an entire grove of trees burning down that Alex was recently at? Either we have a whole new mystery to solve in the last 2 episodes, or it’s just another plot hole reason to keep them from saving Alex for another episode because this show has never understood how to pace anything.
Far be it from me to say m*ria should be getting more screentime, but out of every episode this season, this is the ONE that feels like she needed to be in (Mimi’s death has served no purpose so we didn’t need that to happen at all), so of course she’s not here. As the one who is supposed to be Liz’s best friend, why didn’t they have her at the intervention and Isobel the one psychically connected to Max and Michael, keeping an eye on the portal? Why didn’t they have HER being the one controlled by Clyde and in danger to motivate Liz instead of some rando side character we barely know or care about? Why have HH, who has had some pretty disrespectful things to say about people’s (typically Malex fans) genuine hurt at THAT triggering episode, directing the big Malex reunion episode when it’s an episode her character actually had a purpose to serve for once? Why have her direct a massive Malex episode and a reunion fans have been waiting ten weeks to see, knowing she would get all the post mortem interviews so instead of getting Vlamis or Tyler’s thoughts on these pivotal Malex scenes, we had to get the thoughts of someone not part of the ship who has talked down to fans? And that’s not even getting into the ridiculous writing choice of taking away m*ria’s powers for the *drama* only to give her basically Rosa’s power, but supercharged so they could wedge her into the middle of the Malex relationship, literally making a gay man go through a woman to reach out to his boyfriend, and the incredibly gross scene of Malex having to stop and talk about how they couldn’t have ever been reunited if it wasn’t for m*ria. Give me a fucking break. (At least I get a final cackle that her “schedule didn’t work” so she’s not included in the Vlambase finale character drops.)
Speaking of gross m*ria things this episode, why the FUCK is she telling Rosa about Kyle and Isobel’s personal business? It’s not as bad as her outing Michael to Liz, but it’s not far behind. For some unknown reason (j/k the reason is m*ria has no purpose and if they didn’t take things from other characters she’d have nothing to do) Alex wasn’t allowed to be Kyle’s confidant last season about Isobel, and Michael wasn’t allowed to be Isobel’s this season, but m*ria is just going around blabbing their personal business to Rosa. She’s literally the WORST.
I have never been so happy for a show to end and characters to be taken out of the hands of incompetent staff.
Link to previous episode posts: 4x01, 4x02, 4x03, 4x04, 4x05, 4x06, 4x07, 4x08, 4x09, 4x10
#roswell nm#roswell spoilers#things that did not spark joy#4x11#roswell nm my behated#roswell nm writers room my beloathed#anti maria deluca#anti hh#two more episodes and then we're free
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Mental Outsourcing for DMs
Let the players help you!
DMs have to keep track of a LOT of stuff, especially in combat, especially when the fight involves multiple types of monsters, allied NPCs in the party, and the PCs of absent players. On top of this, any interesting combat will be more than damage numbers - it will involve spells, status conditions, terrain, et cetera. And you need to be switched-on for every turn, every round until the fight is resolved, improvising, strategising and flexing your rules muscles.
Meanwhile, the only thing a player typically has to keep track of is their own resources, and they often don't have to engage with the fight until it's their turn.
After running a game today that involved combat with multiple allied NPCs with their own sets of abilities, and feeling the mental strain of a complex combat that took forever just to get through the first round, it became obvious that I was struggling to keep things going smoothly.
A player of mine suggested after the session that I could have handed the NPCs to some of the players, so they would be the ones having to keep track of them, not me. This discussion then expanded into the issue of players controlling the characters of other players.
DMs often have different methods for dealing with the absence of one or more players. You could just find an excuse for them to not be in the party for the time being - Critical Role is known for doing this, and it's a good solution for player absences that are expected to last several sessions. However, you can't always really justify a PC leaving the group, leading to another tactic, to just keep the PC in physically but reduce their presence roleplay-wise, and control them in combat - good DMs often have access to their PC's character sheets anyway.
This second method comes with its own problems. If the PC is present for a major story beat involving them and their backstory, the player won't be there to roleplay it out and make their own decisions, making this a poor method depending on where you are in the campaign's story. Also, any character involved in combat is at risk of dying, and no player wants to find out that their character died while they weren't at the table.
This can be mitigated. Firstly, if a player can't be there for a session they really need to be in, I cancel the game and find something else to do with the group, like a one-shot with different characters (good if you know about the absence well in advance), playing another game (especially a rules-light RPG with little prep) or just watching a movie or having a chat (I'm still promising my group we will watch Dungeons and Dragons 2000, the shitty one with Jeremy Irons.)
Mitigating the second problem comes mainly from an agreement among that group that anyone handling another player's character do so responsibly and respectfully and will be very careful to keep that character alive, even if that means the PC starts making out-of-character decisions. The DM can also give that character plot armour by having enemies attack them less often, or letting them survive situations that would normally require passing some hard checks. (Example, the party just barely escape an old mine full of monsters, but the barbarian got left behind in the chaos. As the rest of the party starts lamenting his loss, he staggers out of the entrance, having somehow survived, covered in the blood of himself and his enemies, and collapses unconscious.)
Of course, I was already doing this when I was controlling absent players' characters as the DM. All I need to do is give another player access to that character sheet, and let them play it out. In combat, that player now gets to control two characters on different initiatives, allowing them to get a taste of something different while also getting to engage even more than usual in the game.
I'm going to try establishing a common repository for character sheets in my group, which would get updated at least for each level-up that occurs. If a player has to skip a session, I can then just ask them for their status in terms of resources (HP, spell slots, etc.) to quickly remake their character sheet and hand it to whoever else is willing to use it.
#Writing this at midnight so probably not well structured or written#This post is actually about how to deal with absent players lol#Seriously do something with the group still if you cancel the session. People put time aside for this!
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Ah yes. I am definitely asking if my own volition about Rooks part in the self aware au. Definitely not because I wanted to give you an excuse to talk about what makes you happy an excited. No definitely not I promise
THANK U BESTIE U HAVE MY HEART AND SOUL. ANYWAYS
So, the self aware boys are all made to be loved, if not that, then what else? And yes, I know that it's a gacha game so they're actually made to be a huge cash grab BUT, how can they bring in the money if nobody cared about them specifically? Therefore, they need love. Not just on a "nobody hugged me as a baby 😭🥺" starved for affection way (which like 95% of all of Night Raven College is regardless) but on a deep, physical level. Once they are aware of the player, they are completely attuned to them and their emotions. They cannot be happy with themselves until they know that the player is happy with them, to see them, to hear them speak and act out their little show behind the screen because sentient or not, they are characters. They may be aware of the player and the script that tugs on their limbs and voices against their will, but they are put there for the player to love and think about and spend money on because they love them. And when they player does love them, it's great! No matter what's going on, they are filled with an overwhelming sense of warmth and softness and peace and utter bliss. They know that no matter what it is, they're doing it right. The profound sense of comfort is unparalleled, it's the reason why they're so obsessed, they're addicted to the player.
But when the love just isn't there, or is replaced with some other emotion, it's catastrophic to them, their mental and emotional stability, and anything they may have going for them. Because in the end, it doesn't matter if a character has the best things on Earth, their purpose for existing is not fulfilled. The sensations they experience feel incredibly uncomfortable, sometimes even painful, and it doesn't allow them to fully recover the psychological damage endured when first discovering them. Whatever they feel while unloved by the player is essentially just everything in them screaming to find what's wrong and fix it. Immediately. It's the feeling of their own existence rejecting them, because clearly they are not fulfilling their purpose. Knowing of the player's existence is knowing addiction, and not knowing the player's love is knowing the worst withdrawal a living being could ever experience.
Sometimes, the love is replaced with other emotions, it has different effects. Disdain, for instance. Cold is the absence of heat, and such a lack of love feels like freezing to death from the inside, where no blanket or cup of warm soup can save you. But fear, or simply the act of unsettling the player on some deep level, is another beast entirely.
Now I have no clue what the general consensus on Rook is with yall at home, but this fake blond bastard makes me feel unsafe on a visceral level. To say I would rather let the Leech brothers have dibs on me for an entire 24 hour period rather than have Rook be within 500 feet of me is not me exaggerating. I would rather endure a roast session from Vil about my appearance than be in the same building as Rook motherfucking Hunt. NO THANK YOU. My feelings toward this young sir in particular are clear and it shows in this arc.
Anyways, when the player is scared of a character, every sense they have hones in on the player completely. They are more attuned to their heartbeat, their emotions, their eyes, the way they sound, everything. As long as you have whatever has sentient characters in it open, there is no escaping the hyper-focused awareness of a character you're afraid of. Every breath, every blink, every shudder, they can't stop themselves, and Rook is no exception. It's meant to help them find out whatever they're doing that's making the player afraid to stop acting in such a way, but that is only made counterproductive by the script. No matter what Rook finds that's unnerving, he can only barely try to change that, and when he does he glitches out, which makes the player more afraid of him. It's a maddening cycle and he's never even had the chance to recover from first seeing the player. He feels so, so cold, like everything around him moves to the sound of the player's heartbeat, and he can't get it out of his head. It's EVERYWHERE. It makes him spiral further and further until he comes into contact with the others. They speak of love, of a warmth and comfort that brought them to their knees and made them change. They're almost religious, cult-like with their utter devotion. And there Rook is, expected to feel the same when all he wants to do is claw his way out of his freezing skin and stop that fucking heartbeat that's been driving him to insanity. But, he smiles. He tells them how beautiful the face on the other side of the glass is, how profoundly it changed him. They are satisfied, and he is now one of them.
He is a traitor in their numbers. They all want the player's heart to love and to keep with the utmost care. But all he wants, all he can think about, is the final shudder it will give in his hands as he rips it out to silence it. Fantasizing about shoving his hands into the warmth of the player's body, so finally he won't feel so cold.
Rook Hunt wants you dead.
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Day 7: Free Day / AUs - Lies
To her left was Jade, and to her right was Crowley. Something was definitely wrong with this picture.
Awkward “family” dinner time~
jnjadaafiabasd I was not built to do timed prompts... Everything felt rushed or not fully proofread, but I tried my best with what little time I had! 🎉 This last week was a bit of a struggle, but I’m proud of myself for pulling through in the end!
A flurry of footsteps reverberated through the Crowley household. Raven hurtled down a stairwell and practically threw herself at the front door, flinging it open. Beyond the door, a masked man and his suitcases awaited.
“Uncle!! You’re back!!” she cried breathily—tired from the dash from the attic to the front porch.
“Hohoh.” Crowley lowered the golden key in his hand. “You’ve beaten me to the punch, it seems.”
“It helps when I’ve got a big window to spy from.” Raven grimaced as talons wove themselves into her hair and raked along her scalp. Her head was left a mess, hair sticking up at odd angles. “How was your trip?”
“There will be plenty of time for stories—you do so love those, don’t you? Just give me a moment to get settled back and have a bite first, little black bird.”
“Okay!” Raven chirped. She eagerly reached for a suitcase. “Here, I’ll he—”
“Please, allow me.”
Her fingers met only air, for the suitcase was snatched up before she could make contact. The other was claimed just as quickly, ending up in the hands of a slimy, smiling eel.
“... Jade Leech-kun.”
“Headmaster.” Jade lowered his head in mock deference. “It is a pleasure to have you back with us. I do hope your conference fared well.”
Crowley’s mouth tightened into a straight line. “You’ll not hear a single peep from me!”
“My, my. You’ve entrusted me with handling your home and your niece in your absence, but not with casual conversation? Truly, I am hurt.”
(Raven shot Jade a warning look, but it went ignored.)
“Leave my bags, and leave us be. Your services are no longer required,” the headmaster crowed. He dug into his pockets and produced a (wrinkled) checkbook and gold-plated fountain pen. “Name your price.”
“I believe that is a value that would be best negotiated with Azul—but worry not, I am not personally interested in your madol.”
... That’s obviously a sketchy thing to say, especially for Octavinelle. They always collect what they’re owed, Raven noted. What does he have up his sleeve now?
Jade’s shoulders suddenly sagged, and a sad smile made its way onto his face. “It is a shame, though... to be chased out before I was able to share my cooking with our esteemed headmaster. It brings a tear to my eye.”
Crowley’s ears perked up—while Raven’s stomach sank.
“Cooking, you say?”
“U-Uncle, don’t fall for it...! He’s baiting you!!” Raven hissed, tugging harshly on his cape.
“I had plans to prepare an extravagant feast, too,” Jade continued, “to welcome you home. A hearty wild game stew, garnished with garden herbs. Fresh baked bread, with a thick crust, perfect for mopping up excess stew. Braised duck in a bright citrus sauce, so succulent and tender that the meat falls off at the bone. Mint gelée on the side—”
“I’m listening...” Crowley’s beady eyes narrowed with vague suspicion. “And just how much would this hypothetical feast cost me?”
“Don’t listen to him, Uncle!!”
“Fufu. There is no need to concern yourself with such trivial matters. Consider it a gift from myself to you.”
“UNCLE!!” Raven screeched—but her frantic calls no longer reached him.
The headmaster was far gone, lured to the water’s edge by a siren’s song. Plastering a wide grin on his face, Crowley spread his arms.
“Jade Leech-kun, why don’t you join us for dinner?”
Raven slowly lowered her face into her hands.
To her left was Jade, and to her right was Crowley. Something was definitely wrong with this picture.
Raven glared into her platter of food, refusing to look at either of them. She poked at a slab of meat with her fork, watching the shine of fat dance. Did that glisten belong to a tasteless poison, or to a savory glaze?
Well, the other meals he prepared were safe. This should be fine too... right? Raven carefully inserted a corner into her mouth and tore off a chunk.
Crowley let out a delighted laugh from his seat. “Delicious! Simply delicious!! You’ve outdone yourself with this meal.”
“I am glad to hear that you enjoy it, headmaster.” Jade was handling his silverware a little too deftly for Raven’s liking, driving a knife into his steak with the skill and precision of a predator digging its teeth into vital arteries. And still, that polite smile remained.
She stared—and it did not go unnoticed.
While the headmaster continued to gush, Jade lifted his eyes to meet Raven’s. His smile turned decidedly less kind for a few moments, taunting her. How easily he had infiltrated the home and gotten her guardian wrapped around his finger. It was maddening.
“Miss Raven, you haven’t touched your food,” Jade pointed out.
“Don’t tell me what to do.”
“I am merely advising that you look after your own health and wellbeing,” Jade insisted. “And to think you were so eager to consume my cooking when it was just the two of us...”
“Sh-Shut up...!! I... I can’t help that I’m not used to unwanted guests at the table!”
“Now, now, Raven-kun!” Crowley waved his fork at his niece. “Jade Leech-kun has provided a number of useful services during my absence. We should be more grateful to to have such a helpful young man with us!”
“Do I need to remind you that this same ‘helpful’ young man also ‘helped’ Azul enslave over 200 students?”
“That was then, this is now!”
... You’ve got to be kidding me.
“Yes, I do believe the headmaster is correct. Let us leave the past in the past.”
“As soon as you leave, I’ll gladly purge the events of last week from my mind.” Raven turned to Crowley. “Uncle! I’m no longer a child. The next time you need to leave, you needn’t call for a babysitter—I can take care of myself!”
“Hmm...” The headmaster glanced helplessly between his half-eaten dinner and his niece’s pleasing eyes. “We shall see what comes, given the circumstances.”
Raven sighed—still not fully satisfied with the answer, but unable to wean anything better out of him.
She jabbed her fork into a cherry tomato and chomped down hard on it. Her fangs pierced the red skin, sending some juice squirting onto her cheek. Raven wiped at it with a napkin, then continued to angrily munch on the tomato to vent her frustration.
The clinking of silverware filled the dining room. The air, stiff as stale bread. Crowley coughed—attempting to alleviate the tense atmosphere, but to little success.
“So,” the headmaster began, “did anything interesting happen while I was at the conference?”
“... We argued a lot,” Raven replied flatly. She tactfully left out several details, knowing that she would turn as red as the cherry tomato if she elaborated.
“I did learn quite a few interesting facts during my stay.”
Crowley glanced up from his plate, arching an eyebrow at the eel. “Such as...?”
“Oh, a great many things. For example, how a glittering object catches Miss Raven’s eye, the messiness of her quarters, her midnight musings, the odd manner in which she sleeps...”
Crowley (who had been peacefully inhaling his dinner up until that point) almost choked on a piece of bread. “E-EXCUSE ME?! I don’t recall granting you permission to enter the attic—”
“Wait, you didn’t?” Raven’s brows furrowed. “Then why...”
... Oh.
Another lie.
All along, it had been a lie.
Crowley’s panic, Raven’s confusion—neither seemed to faze Jade. He simply smiled, as collected as ever. Like he had planned this all along, she realized.
“I’m afraid that Miss Raven allowed me in of her own accord. Fufu. I am pleased that she has grown to trust my presence within her private quarters.”
“Is this true, Raven-kun?!”
“Er...” She shrunk back into her seat, wishing she could vanish into her feathered shawl. “I-It was an honest mistake... I didn’t mean to...”
“You know better than that, young lady!!” Crowley chided. “How many times must I warn you to keep shady characters out of your room?!”
“But Jade said--”
“Headmaster, you cannot blame her entirely,” the eel cut in smoothly. “Part of the fault lies with me, as well.”
He’s... confessing? That’s weird.
“I had to deliver her meal, since she refused to eat at the dining room table. Once I saw the state that the attic was in, I sought to return in the subsequent days to assist with cleaning it up. There were also times when I came to check in on Miss Raven, as she has a habit of staying up late into the night. They were all measures I took to ensure her health and comfort, at the cost of breaking a rule--and for that, I must apologize.”
“Oh?” Crowley rested his chin in a taloned hand. “Rule breaking aside, I must commend you for taking action. Putting others’ wellbeing above your own... Perhaps I initially misjudged your character, Jade Leech-kun!”
“I live to serve.”
“How very admirable of you! Yes, yes,” Crowley nodded enthusiastically, “I can rely on such a responsible youth to look after you in the future, Raven-kun!”
“H-Huh? No, no!! He’s definitely still every bit as shady as you thought he was!!” she protested, leaping to her feet and thrusting an accusing finger at Jade. “He’s just lying again...!! He always lies!!”
“Oya, Miss Raven... It’s not healthy for you to become so worked up.” Jade hid his mouth behind his hand--no doubt that his teeth would otherwise be on full display in a cruel grin. “Here, have some more mashed potatoes--I’ve infused them with garlic. This should help temper your blood pressure.”
“I don’t want your stupid mashed potatoes...!!”
Oblivious to the tension in the room, Crowley lifted his glass up and laughed. “Hohoh! It’s nice to see Raven-kun socializing with her peers.”
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Your Dumbass, Your Boys (George Weasley/Reader)
Summary: The Great Hall is quiet. Too quiet. You go looking for your boys—Fred and George—to see what sort of trouble you’re getting yourself into today. As always, trouble finds you first, as does your dumbass boyfriend and his twin.
Requested by @pearlll09: So uh I'm a bit of a simp for the weasley twins... your prompt list gave me an idea! If you want, pick a twin you'd be comfortable writing (i usually go for george cause he doesn't die ToT) and do a reader insert with happy 7 - I'm sure that whoever ends up with the line, it will be great :)
Prompt: “Hey! I may be a dumbass, but I’m your dumbass.”
Key: (H/h) - Hogwarts house, (Y/N) - your name
Warnings: mild cursing, threats, gender neutral reader!!
Word Count: 1,169 (nice)
Author’s Note: u always give me the best characters pearl ty!!! I’m a simp for George Weasley too so this was a lot of fun to write ajsldfkj. I couldn’t find a good excuse to use a poem for the title, so this one has a normal title smh my head.
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The Great Hall is mostly quiet, which is highly unusual. Although, the absence of the Weasley twins might explain that absurdity.
You don’t see the matching heads of ginger hair when you enter for breakfast that morning. There are three other gingers at the Gryffindor table, but no two of them are closely paired, so they must be the other Weasleys. You make a beeline for the short-haired one that isn’t speaking loudly and obnoxiously—that’d be Percy—who isn’t sitting far from the long-haired one—Ginny.
“Good morning, you three!” you declare, sitting down right next to Harry, who sits across from Hermione and Ron.
(You shouldn’t really be sitting with them, a fifth year (H/h) that you are, but you’re a common enough staple of the Weasley family that it’s not entirely unexpected either.)
“Good morning, (Y/N),” the trio echoes in sync, which makes you grin.
“Gotten up to any trouble yet?” you ask, which is a frighteningly common question, especially concerning the Weasleys.
Hermione sighs. “The day is still young.”
“Oh, poor Hermione,” you say dramatically, reaching over to pat her shoulder in false comfort. “Just admit you like it as much as they do and your life will be much easier, promise.”
“(Y/N)’s speaking from experience,” Ron adds through a mouthful of food.
You nod proudly. “Speaking of my experience—have you seen my boys this morning?”
“No sign of them yet, thank Merlin,” their younger brother says immediately. “Why? Something planned?”
Your shrug is mischievous. “Maybe.”
“They always have something planned,” Hermione counters.
Harry smiles. “I saw them in the common room this morning; heard something about Filch, too, but that’s it. They’ll be in time for Quidditch practise, won’t they?”
“On time? Maybe. But they’ll definitely be there,” you agree with a snicker. “I should go find them.”
Before you can leave, Ron huffs. “At least eat something, (Y/N).”
Harry raises his eyebrows at the very clear Mom tone to his voice, the same tone that has you rolling your eyes. You reach across the table anyway, snatching up a jam-covered piece of toast and standing.
“Better, Mum?” you ask once you’ve swallowed.
He scoffs, flushing. “Shut up.”
“You’d miss the voice of reason,” you retort. “Cheers, kids. See you in a bit!”
“Kids?” you hear Hermione snort after you leave. “We’re only two years below!”
“(Y/N) calls everyone younger a kid, ‘Mione,” Ron reminds her fondly. “Don’t take it personally.”
You dart out of the Great Hall, taking a loose path to Filch’s office. If Fred and George aren’t there, at least Filch might have an idea of where they have been this morning. He and Mrs Norris always have their eyes on you three, but they’ve never caught you long enough to make a dent in your rebellious streak. Merlin, if Molly Weasley can’t stop you, nobody can. And despite her best efforts, she is slowly losing that fight.
Whistling a merry tune, you turn a corner, only to stop and grin at the sound of a familiar gleeful laugh. It’s more of a devilish cackle, actually.
Down the hall, two distinct redheads are sprinting in your direction.
(Fred is the one that cackles. George prefers a good snicker.)
“What in Merlin’s name have you two—?”
“No time to talk, Filch on our tail, run!” George summarizes as they come upon you, grabbing your arm and dragging you along.
Back down the hall, a very pissed off caretaker screams: “YOU FILTHY BRATS! GET BACK HERE! I’LL HANG YOU BY YOUR TOES!”
You laugh, a loud and clear sound that bounces off the walls. It has George grinning wider than before as the two of you split off from Fred, the other twin disappearing as quickly as they’d appeared. Your boyfriend’s hand slips from your sleeve, but you immediately grasp his hand instead.
Dragged around another corner, you realise immediately that your boys must have planned this daring escape, because George quickly ducks into a tiny alcove with an empty wardrobe.
He closes the door behind you, the both of you crammed into the small space.
You press your fingers against his lips to quiet his heavy breathing, which earns you a huff of indignation. Not about to laugh aloud at the pout on his face, you simply smile.
Footsteps storm outside, right past the alcove. They pass, but neither of you move, too cautious to let Filch lure you into a false sense of security. He’s quiet for a long moment, but then he starts walking away, the taps of his boots growing ever further.
The moment he’s out of earshot, George lets out a breath of relief.
You start laughing quietly into his shoulder, letting him wrap an arm around your shoulder.
“It’s not even 9, George,” you wheeze, wiping at unshed tears.
“Perfect timing, right? Now he’ll be mad all day,” he says with a pleased smile. “I thought it was brilliant.”
You lean forward, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “You’re a dumbass!”
“Hey! I may be a dumbass, but I’m your dumbass.” He buries a hand in your hair, pouting again.
“My dumbass,” you clarify, rolling your eyes. “Harry was worried you’d miss Quidditch.”
“Never,” he declares. “Ridiculous, that. Oliver would have our heads.”
You snicker. “If you’re late again, he’s going to hunt you down. You know that, right? Worse than when you dyed his hair.”
“Let’s remember who saved me last time he got mad,” he teases, booping your nose.
“Because I love you and I always get you out of trouble.”
A sappy smile crosses his features. “Yeah. You’re good at that.”
He leans forward—a task that’s not difficult in the small space—kissing you gently, which has you smiling into it.
The wardrobe doors fly open and you split apart, faces flushed and smiling ridiculously.
“Oi!” says Fred, faking disgust. “No time for making out, lovebirds! We have Quidditch practise to get to!”
“Shut up, Fred,” you and George say in sync, bursting into laughter.
He scoffs, grabbing his brother’s shirt and dragging him out of the wardrobe. Instead of that same rough movement with you, he offers you a hand, which you take. Gracefully stepping out of the wardrobe, you snicker when the twins shove each other.
“Knock it off, you two,” you chide, taking George’s arm in yours. You pull Fred over to you and do the same on your other side, grinning.
“Good morning, (Y/N),” Fred finally greets properly.
You snort. “It was until someone decided to drag me away from breakfast.”
“I can make it up to you,” George says instantly, maneuvering your arms so that you’re holding hands instead. “Trip to the kitchens before Quidditch?”
“Sounds lovely,” you decide. “And then we should talk about our product line-up, because I have some ideas.”
He grins. “Of course you do. You’re brilliant.”
Fred fakes a gag. George lets go of your hand just long enough to smack the back of his head, making you snicker.
“Boys.”
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I'm pretty sure you're taking fic prompts? So.. if you're up for it, could I have a fic with Prinxiety and U!Janus and Patton?
Like.. Janus and Patton say some shit to Roman and Roman goes ":'(" and Virgil goes ">:[ bitch"
Pretty sure none of this makes sense, but.. :D
This really ended up taking me forever, huh? Thank you so much for being patient. This one got away from me a little, hut I hope you like it.
Characters: Everyone except Logan, though Remus is only mentioned
Words: 1634
For as long as he'd had a brother, he'd been scared of him. If anyone ever asked him why this was so, he wasn't sure he'd actually be able to answer. Sure, Remus was blunt and loud and loved to lash out or interpret their words in the most disturbing way possible, but he'd never done any of them serious or lasting harm. At most, the effects of his attacks lasted a few hours before they vanished completely. Not to mention, some of his ideas were actually rather good.
But no one ever asked him why and so he kept being scared.
For as long as he'd had a brother, he'd been scared of being like him. If anyone ever asked him why this was so, he'd have two answers. The first, which he would give to them, would talk about all the things Remus had done wrong and how evil he was. The second was far simpler. He was scared to be like his brother because no one loved his brother and Roman didn't want to be unloved. That answer however, he would never say out loud to the others.
Nor would he ever admit how he was worried it had already happened.
Patton, of course, had been the one who'd started it. After the split, he'd tell Roman over and over about how terrible Remus was and how he had to do everything in his power not to be like him.
Roman had been so young then, not to mention confused and terrified, and Patton had seemed so confident that any potential arguments he'd had died almost immediately and he nodded. As the years went on, Patton had never relented or showed any signs of changing his mind and so Roman kept pushing down his doubts and fears. After all, he was cared about and listened to here. Most of the time, at least.
And then Virgil came along and everyone seemed to hate him at first so of course, Roman went along with them. After all, Thomas had said that he wanted his Anxiety gone and Roman's job was to make Thomas happy.
Except suddenly, that wasn't what Thomas wanted. Suddenly everyone was fine with Virgil. Even Patton, though Roman could sense the anger beneath those patronizing and sickly sweet smiles he always always gave the side.
And now Roman was the one in the wrong even though he'd only been trying to do what everyone else wanted. And so he apologized and Virgil seemed to accept it and it seemed like things would be okay. Like maybe Patton wouldn't be quite as rigid about his rules anymore and maybe Roman wouldn't have to be quite as scared. And so he allowed himself to think that maybe, just maybe, things would start to get better now.
He and Virgil started to spend more time together, getting closer with each other. For all of their arguing, they genuinely enjoyed each other's company. Roman was good at distracting Virgil from his thoughts and making him feel safe. And Roman liked the way Virgil brought a different perspective to the things he loved and created, even if he didn't always agree with him.
While Roman couldn't pinpoint when exactly he'd fallen in love with the other side, the realization that he had hardly came as a surprise. He'd been ecstatic when he'd found out that Virgil felt the same way. And almost as happy when Patton didn't seem to have any problems with it. Not outwardly, at least. He started being just a little sharper with Roman, just a little more critical of everything he made, and a little less forgiving of his mistakes. And just like that, any hope Roman had had for things getting better faded.
But it was fine. Roman had learned to deal with Patton's comments and passive aggressiveness years ago. All this meant was that he would have to start working that much harder. And that was fine, even if he was already exhausted, even if he already spent most of his time trying to come up with new ideas and further Thomas's career. It was fine. He was willing to do this for Virgil.
And so he started pushing himself more and ignoring Virgil's concern whenever he brought up how hard Roman was working. And for a while, things were good and Roman, despite how tired he was, was happy.
And then Janus had showed up.
Roman wanted nothing more than to believe the deceitful side cared about him, to believe the compliments he gave him. But he could never quite tell. He couldn't keep up with the other side. Couldn't tell when he was lying and when he was being honest. Or when he was just trying to manipulate Roman for his own purposes and when he genuinely wanted to help him. If he ever did.
And Patton kept telling Roman not to trust him until suddenly trusting him was fine and Roman was the bad guy for not already doing so. As if Patton himself had been any kinder to Janus before that moment. As if Patton hadn't been the one who'd been warning Roman about the "others" for as long as he could remember. As if Patton wasn't the reason he'd been acting this way in the first place, terrified of messing up and making his family hate him.
He'd wanted to point out all of these things, to scream at Patton but he had been so tired. And so he'd simply sunk down to his room, falling onto his bed. He'd stayed there for the next few days, refusing to come out or let anyone in, including Virgil.
By the time he did agree to come out, the anger and frustration had started to fade, replacing themself with a mixture of sadness and resignation. He wasn't sure which he preferred.
Patton and Janus had apparently gotten even closer during his absence and Roman decided it would simply be best for him to avoid the both of them. That plan worked for a solid three hours. And then Patton called them all to dinner, insisting they eat together like a family.
Roman had been too tired to argue, though he couldn't help noticing, with a hint of jealousy, that Logan had apparently managed to find an excuse not to join them. Dinner was almost painful to get through. Roman was silent the entire time as was Virgil, though he threw his boyfriend a concerned glance every few seconds. Patton kept up a steady stream of chatter and Janus joined in, making the occasional comment.
Roman was looking down at his plate, wondering how much longer he should wait to ask to excuse himself, when Patton turned to him. "What about you, Roro? You've been awfully quiet all night."
"Yes," Janus turned to him as well, lips curling in a cold smile. "I wasn't aware you could go this long without injecting yourself into a conversation."
Roman laughed at that, the sound sharp and bitter and surprising even him. "Really? You're surprised I'm being quiet? Why wouldn't I be when both of you seem to fucking hate me? And you've apparently convinced Thomas he should too."
Patton frowned at him disapprovingly. "Now, Ro, none of that would have happened if you hadn't acted the way you did. Really, this is on you, kiddo. You need to start doing better-"
"Shut up!" Virgil shot to his feet, knocking over his chair and glared at Patton. "Are you fucking kidding me? After everything the two of you have pulled, you're really going to act like this is Roman's fault? You've both fucked up just as much as, if not more than, he has but you think he's the problem? Seriously?"
Virgil didn't wait for either of them to respond, grabbing Roman's hand and pulling him down to his room. Roman made no move to pull away or stop him and once they were there, Virgil turned to look at his boyfriend, barely holding back his concern. "Are you okay?"
Roman was silent for a few seconds and when he spoke, his voice sounded hollow and tired. "I- I've always done everything he asked. Everything. Because I was scared that if I didn't, he'd start to hate me. That- that Thomas would start to hate me. And if Thomas- if Thomas hated me, how was I supposed to keep him safe or- or give him ideas, I-" Roman's voice broke and he blinked away tears.
Virgil gently pulled him over to the bed and sat them both down, one arm wrapping around Roman to pull him close. He waited for Roman to keep going and when he spoke again, his voice was so soft it was barely audible. "But I guess it doesn't matter what I did. Because Thomas hates me anyway."
"Roman, no, that isn't true. He- he doesn't hate you. He couldn't."
Roman smiled sadly. "Of course he does. You saw how he reacted and he's barely spoken to me since then. He has to hate me."
Virgil shook his head. "He doesn't, Ro. He still loves you just like I do, I promise." Roman started to argue again but Virgil simply pulled him closer and kept repeating those words, over and over until finally, Roman started to relax.
It didn't take much longer for his breathing to start to slow, the argument from earlier and the constant work he was doing already bringing him to the point of exhaustion, and a few minutes later, he was asleep. Virgil carefully shifted them into a more comfortable position before laying down next to Roman and putting an arm around him. Whatever else happened with Patton and Janus, Virgil had no intention of leaving Roman alone, no matter what.
#sanders sides#sanders side fic#roman sanders#roman angst#virgil sanders#prinxiety#patton sanders#unsympathetic patton#deceit sanders#unsympathetic deceit#remus sanders#tw swearing
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Hiiii! I'm so so so sorry if you have a lot on your inbox, but I know you'll write this whenever you find the time! So please! Can I request a collage a!u where Hanzo&fem reader are like enemies? She is top of the class and of course Sojiro wants Hanzo to be top of the class, so Hanzo and reader always fight for the top spot, he gets really annoyed by her presence or whatever, but he secretly has a crush on her? And she has a crush on him as well so win win? I'm sorry I just want pure fluff!❤️
hhhhhhhhhh enemies to lovers is my KINK lmao. Thanks so much for your request!
Sidenote: I apologise for my absence - life's been super busy; ya girl just bought her first house so it's all been pretty wild moving in and unpacking, I've also been working on some Jojo character x character stuff which I never thought I'd do but I'm LOVING it. Anyway, enough about me!
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There he goes again, walking around like he owns the school. He acted like he was the top of every class but you knew he wasn't - because you were top of every class! And you knew it drove him nuts; Hanzo Shimada. He was perfect in just about every single way. He was athletic, smart, good-looking and had great social skills.
In spite of all of this, you hated his guts and he hated yours. Who could blame you? You always vied for the top spot and you always came out ahead. Much to his chagrin.
You had tried many times to befriend him and every attempt was shot down with a "you're already acing every class, why do you need my help? Go away." So you gave up and continued your solo studies.
That was until one day, you sat in the library, studying for an upcoming exam. It was a really tough one even you had to admit and you were racking your brain trying to retain all of the information you needed.
You groaned in frustration and pulled at your hair. "This is impossible."
"Well, struggling are we? A rare sight to behold," Hanzo's smug voice came from nearby.
You looked up to see Hanzo entering the library and finding a seat nearby, setting up to study.
"What's it to you?" You shot back. "I'd like to see how you go with this stuff," you challenged.
Hanzo said nothing, only exhaling a 'hmph,' as he set up his things to study. You noticed how his brow furrowed when he came across a particularly difficult question and how his lips drew into a thin line when he was scribbling notes down. You figured it would be kind of cute if he wasn't such an asshole.
You tried to go back to your studies but you struggled to focus. You bit your lip and looked up at Hanzo, about to ask a question when you noticed he was already looking at you. At the sudden eye contact, Hanzo blushed and looked down at his study materials again, averting his gaze.
'Oh?' You pondered, wondering what his deal was.
"Hey, Hanzo…" you tested, certain that he was just going to ignore you.
"What?"
"What did you get for question five? I'm not convinced I got it right…" you asked, wondering if maybe this time in this circumstance, he might be open to being study buddies.
Hanzo glared at you for a moment before standing up and walking over to you, peering over your shoulder.
"Ah… my answer is completely different. How did you get this answer?" He asked.
"Umm," you hesitated before explaining your logic.
Hanzo listened intently as you explained how you arrived at the answer, mentally correcting you every time you got something wrong.
"I see," he finally hummed. "Well, it seems you might benefit from some help," Hanzo said with a smirk.
"If this is just you being an ass to me again…"
"It's not!" Hanzo said quickly, rounding up his stuff and setting up to sit next to you.
As he took the seat next to you, his leg brushed against yours and butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the brief contact.
"Let's work on this together. As much as my pride screams at me not to help you, I'm struggling too," Hanzo explained.
"I don't understand why you'd help me…" you hesitated, not sure what his deal was. His switch in attitude almost gave you whiplash.
"I…" Hanzo started, gulping before continuing. "Never mind, it isn't important. Shall we begin?"
You both worked from the same book, doing separate questions before turning back to each other to compare your notes and answers. After working on the problems together, you thought Hanzo seemed… kinda nice. You were enjoying his company and the mood had shifted as you bantered together.
"You know," you said with a chuckle. "I always thought you were kind of a dick… but you're actually pretty cool."
"Excuse me?"
You rolled your eyes and stared at him. "Oh come on. You've always been so mean to me! But today you're being nice… which is nice," you said with a shaky breath.
"O-oh," Hanzo stammered.
You were enjoying his company? This was an unexpected but nice change of pace.
"You okay?" You asked, your attention now solely Hanzo as you ignored your books and turned to face him.
"I'm fine," Hanzo said, glancing at you while he was working through his sheets.
You noticed the slight blush on his cheeks as he felt your gaze on him.
"Are you sure there's nothing on your mind?" You quizzed, teasing him. You knew something was up.
"I… I like you! Okay? Now drop it," he stewed, still not quite meeting your gaze.
That was unexpected.
"Oh," was all you said, your heart hammering in your chest.
Hanzo took this entirely the wrong way and stood to leave, gathering his things. "I shouldn't have said anything, my apologies."
"No, wait!" You said quickly, grabbing his wrist.
Hanzo looked at you questioningly, an eyebrow raised as he looked at your hand wrapped around his wrist.
"You don't have to leave," you breathed.
All Hanzo could focus on was the sound of his heart beating in his ears and your touch on his skin.
"Stay with me," you continued, rubbing his skin gently with your thumb. "Please."
Hanzo resumed his seat, tentatively taking your hand in his. "How could I refuse such a request from you?"
"I prefer you being nice to me than mean to me," you said with a shaky laugh, staring into his eyes.
"Me too," Hanzo replies with a rare smile. "Would you like to get some lunch together?"
"How could I refuse such a request?" You parroted back, sharing a laugh together.
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