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thejakeslayla · 7 months

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╰─▸ ❝ warm tea ❞ - ,, nishimura riki

pairing bf!niki x gn!reader ୨୧ genre fluff, non idol au ୨୧ wc 1k

req; prompt 1 (kiss on the side of the head); prompt 6 (teasing e/o); dialouge 32 (have i told you i love you today?)

you sat on the floor with your legs crossed, your back against the sofa, as that was a more comfortable position than sitting on the sofa for some reason.

you were casually scrolling through your phone, giving likes to some pictures and chuckling at cat memes, when niki arrived with two cups of tea. he settled down beside you, gently setting the cups on your coffee table. shortly after, he leaned over your shoulder to peer at your phone screen.

it never really bothered you because niki was always so curious; wanting to see what you were laughing at. both of you shared a chuckle while watching a video that suddenly appeared on your screen.

niki glanced at you while you were too focused on rewatching the video, completely unaware of his gaze. he leaned in to plant a gentle kiss on your temple before quickly taking your phone away.

you glanced at him with surprise but remained silent, your gaze fixed on him with a confused expression, and perhaps a hint of flusterment due to his sudden affection. he smiled at you, noting the subtle pinkness that tinged your cheeks. his warm smile only added to your flustered state.

"oh, getting all shy now, huh?” he teased, and you playfully nudged his shoulder.

"shut up, i’ll destroy you for that," you responded, gripping the controller in your hands. "come on, you scared now?" you teased in return.

niki chuckled at your playful threat and accepted the challenge. the two of you were well-known competitors when it came to video games, and the gaming console sat eagerly waiting for your attention. he grabbed his controller. as the game started, the room filled with the sounds of button mashing and playful banter.

at some point, niki leaned over and whispered in your ear, "you're pretty good at this."

his gentle and soft-spoken words caused your stomach to drop, and your cheeks turned completely red. without even realizing it, your body instinctively shifted away from his as you slowly rose, coming to the painful realization that you had just lost the match.

"niki! this is not fair! you distracted me!"

niki couldn't help but burst into laughter at your protest. "hey, you're the one who got all flustered," he teased, a mischievous glint in his eye. "but don't worry, i'll let you have a rematch. just don’t get distracted, huh?"

you narrowed your eyes at him playfully. "oh, you're on!" with determination in your voice, you picked up the controller again, ready for another round. "no whispering this time, no nothing! i'll actually strangle you if you do anything!"

the rematch was just as intense as the first, and the room once again filled with the sounds of rapid button presses and competitive banter. this time, you were more focused, determined to win against your boyfriend.

after what felt like an eternity of intense gameplay, you managed to pull off a brilliant move, catching niki off guard.

“ha! suck it loser!” you exclaimed, throwing your controller down and doing a little victory dance in your seat.

niki chuckled, as he looked at your little dance "alright, alright, you won because i allowed you to, going easy on you has become a habit for me by now.'" he then leaned in closer, his warm smile returning. "i must admit, your gaming skills are impressive. but you know, i think i prefer it when you get all shy and flustered."

you rolled your eyes but couldn't hide the smile that tugged at your lips. "smooth talker, aren't you?"

niki grinned, his eyes locking onto yours as he leaned in even closer. "only for you," he whispered, his voice a soft, murmur that sent shivers down your spine. soon after he closed the distance, capturing your lips with a soft, tender kiss. it was a sweet and lingering moment that spoke volumes without any words.

as you pulled away from the kiss, you couldn't help but smile at him. "you know, you can distract me like that any time you want," you admitted, your voice soft and filled with affection.

niki grinned, his eyes sparkling with fondness. "i'll keep that in mind," he replied, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your hand.

“here, have your winner’s tea,” niki spoke again, grabbing the cup and passing it to you. you wrapped your fingers around it, enjoying the comfortable warmth. as niki grabbed his cup, he leaned closer to you, your shoulders touching.

the room was quiet, and both of you were enjoying your teas. after a while, you gently placed your cup on the table and rested your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes. niki followed you and now was trying to move as little as possible, as he reached for the blanket. he covered both of you and rested his head on top of yours.

“have i told you i love you today?” he whispered, his words forcing you to open your eyes.

“what?”

he raised his head and you followed, looking into his eyes now. his gaze was soft, almost gentle and full with love followed with small smile on his lips. “i love nights like these,” he paused for a few seconds.

“i love you, y/n.” his smile grew wider. you couldn’t help but smile back.

“i love you as well,” you said, as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “i wouldn't trade this for anything in the world.”

as the night grew darker, you found yourselves wrapped up in a blanket on the sofa, cuddled close together. the tv played a movie in the background, but you were more interested in the conversations and each other's warmth. and as you both settled into the peaceful embrace of each other's arms, you knew that you were exactly where you were meant to be, in a love that was as warm and comforting as the tea you had shared earlier.

requests: open; prompt list

#thejakeslayla #enhypen drabbles #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enha x reader #enhypen x you #riki x reader #niki x reader #enhypen #niki fluff #niki imagines #niki scenarios #niki soft hours #niki x you #riki x you

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justcressida · 8 months

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ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- DEAR VİLLAİNESS

"I coped with living in that damn house for so long, then got accepted to a prestigious college, and I had gotten my own home. Even if it was cramped and dirty, I could be completely at rest in it. I had finally escaped those bastards. So why?! It's not even Normal Mode. At this rate, this is no better than before…!"

Record Of Ragnarok X Penelope Eckhart!Reader

POSEİDON

Even among all these gods, Poseidon's hatred and arrogance for humans was evident.

Yet the only reason for his interest in this human woman was her incredible will to live.

Never before had he seen a mortal act so frankly, so boldly towards a God.

It caught his attention. The woman was beautiful, more beautiful than a Goddess could ever be. She was daring. It was easy to get lost in his catlike squinting eyes and be caught in the cold but firm aura of the mortal.

"Your daring and indiscretion have limits, mortal. What do you think you are? What do you trust to utter such bold words to a god?"

The woman squinted her eyes, shining with anger. "Why should there be a limit to my audacity? What have you got to set boundaries with me? First you create a lineage and then you send them disasters and hardships. Then when you get bored, 'Let's destroy humanity!' Are you making a joke that isn't funny to yourself? Why should I obey? Why should I be good? Whose wrong is right based on? How can one expect creation to be pure when there is evil in the heart of God?"

A deep silence reigned throughout the arena, while all the immortals who had been mocking her until a few seconds ago, in silence and tension, turned their eyes to the Tyrant of the Seas and then to this noble woman.

He couldn't help but was impressed. Although what he really needed to do was slit her throat with his trident and punish her disrespect, a wild instinct whispered that he shouldn't punish her in this way. Punish in a different way.

The Tyrant of the Seas' lips curved slightly as the tense wait continued. "Will you stand by what you say, mortal? If you kneel right now and apologize and beg, I won't punish you." Although his tone was calm, his gaze made everyone shudder.

"Y/N! Apologize!" As Reynold screamed, Derrick grabbed his arms and pulled him back. As the beautiful woman's eyes turned towards that direction, her eyes narrowed like a cat.

"It's not worth it, Reynold." Derrick's cold words echoed throughout the arena. The woman smiled sarcastically, after all she got used to it. It didn't hurt anymore.

"I'd rather die." Their eyes met. It was like the gaze of the sky and the ocean.

"You asked for it, mortal."

Thus began your life in prison. It was more of a fait accompli than a mistreatment.

Every day you were dressed like a doll and did whatever Poseidon wanted.

You could have dinner with him if he wanted.

If he wanted, you would go to the meeting of the Gods with him.

Everything was his order, if he didn't want it, you couldn't even breathe.

You'd still rather get beaten.

Yet all you gave in regards to your feelings was your hatred of the open ocean.

"Don't make me angry and come here mortal."

"I don't want."

"I didn't ask if you wanted it. Come with me, if you're afraid I'll keep it."

"No way. I won't." Poseidon looked at the beautiful mortal as the woman shrugged stubbornly.

"It's pointless mortal that you hate the ocean so much." He didn't want to ask directly why.

She looked thoughtfully into the water as she shrugged.

"Tell me the reason for this hatred of the ocean, mortal."

"Water plays with you, water imprisons you, water makes you crazy, and the insane cannot live in society. The water overflows."

Poseidon wanted to deny it, but mortal was right. That's how he summed up his thousands of years of life.

"Let's go inside, mortal. Don't be cold."

The Tyrant of the Seas sighs as he walks ashore.

Perhaps he could leave the mortal a little to himself.

Of course he wasn't forgiven.

For now, at least, he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold back.

"You are so ugly."

"You're being disrespectful again, mortal.

"But are you ugly?"

"Shut up and get in, damn mortal."

#ror x reader #snv x reader #poseidon x reader #ror poseidon #snv poseidon #ror poseidon x reader #snv poseidon x reader #record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok x reader

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a-local-idiots-shitpost · 10 months

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Replaced AU but the Replacement keeps fucking up and Mc has to save them

Lucifer:

the new Human who got accepted into the exchange program is a plaque for Lucifer and they are lucky that he isn´t allowed to kill them

not only did they ruin his paperwork with horrible coffee, mixed everything up that he owns and thought the could bad mouth his Human

he even tried to get Mc to get ride of the new Human and as much as he hates to admit this is they only time he appreciates their more vicious behavior

but no they one time he allows Mc to go crazy they try and talk him down about it

but they did talk Diavolo into maybe sending them back a bit sooner rather than later

Lucifer didn´t anticipate diplomacy but as long as they are gone and he has to deal with only one Human than he doesn´t care, he might even thank Mc for this

Mammon:

the only reason Mammon tolerates the new Human is because they occasionally give him something valuable, otherwise? they can die for all he cares

if it wasn´t for Mc, Mammon would have sold them to the highest bidder he could find

but Mc wanted to spend time with him so this put a dent in this plan and they helped him with his latest scam which at least got him a bit more money which also made it easier for him to ignore the new Human

also Mc told him he´ll be in some serious trouble if Lucifer found out that he sold the new Human which is kinda something that stops him

also Mc promised him to spend even more time with him if he leaves them alone

Leviathan:

he was ready to die I mean who does this normie think they are!? there are reasons why he doesn´t want to leave his room and it´s to keep normies like them away!

his only savior is Mc who either chases them away or managed to barricade his room Door, he would have died without his Henry or rather he would have probably drowned the Human or made Lotan eat them

and every time they tried getting closer to him the worse they made it, they even managed to destroy all of his figurines the first time they got into his room, they were really lucky Mc was around or they were dead!

actually he is surprised they survived because Mc did throw the new Human down the stairs

Satan:

it took everything he had to not turn the new Human into a bloody pulp for even daring to touch his books

it only got worse when they tore out a page out of one he doesn´t care if they did it on accident or on purpose

but they narrowly avoided death in the form of Mc sending him a picture of their favorite Cats newborn kittens and telling him to hurry up

he was faster gone than the new Human could see and if they were stupid enough to try and stop he would have surely thrown them out of the window but fortunately for him they had some slight survival instincts

they obviously kept trying to bother him but they managed to only catch him when Mc was around and they were friendly enough to distract him from the new idiot

Asmodeus:

usually he doesn´t mind his adoring fans to getting a bit handsy with him, but the new Human? first they go to far for his taste and second he absolutely despises them

he would have loved nothing more than to use his Charm ability to get ride of them, he could have also easily just tore them to pieces himself bit they wouldn´t be worth the effort

he obviously knows Mc only does this so he doesn´t kill the new Human but he can´t complain if it means there is more one on one time with Mc~

even if that means he isn´t allowed to teach this disrespectful Human a lesson

Beelzebub:

he would have happily eaten them for not only bothering him during his Fangol games but also their constant complaining over him eating so much or always wanting food

but he got Mc to keep talking him to not eat the new Human or always offering him their snacks and food

which did help in him not murdering the newcomer or just eating them alive

didn´t help with his his hatred towards them though, the worst thing is not Mc trying to keep their sorry ass alive despite hating them too but them being rude towards Mc!

being rude towards him he can accept but Mc or his Brothers is a death sentence

he hopes that Mc can send them back to the Human realm soon otherwise they´ll be back to only having Mc around and the other Human disappearing under mysterious circumstances

Belphegor:

they keep waking him up with useless questions and complain about him only sleeping, if Mc wasn´t there to hold him back he would have strangled them and feed their corpse to Beel

Belphie even goes out of his way to get ride of them, which means he tries to distract Mc and lure the new Human into an empty spot

but no matter what Mc keeps finding him and dragging him somewhere else or Mc get´s one of his Brothers to take him away

Mc even let´s him sleep in their room in hopes of him not harming the new Human until the current exchange program is done and they are sent back home forever

Mc just hopes Belphie can keep himself back until then

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me imagines #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #lucifer avatar of pride #mammon avatar of greed #obey me mammon #leviathan avatar of envy #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #satan avatar of wrath #obey me asmodeus #asmodeus avatar of lust #beelzebub avatar of gluttony #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #belphegor avatar of sloth

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epiclamer · 9 months

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Please just domestic fluff between a married hero and villain? Hero reminds villain that thanks to them they learned to hug? Im so sorry if the request is straight ass weird i just want comfort and fluff.

For my girl @save-the-villainous-cat (Happy International Girlfriend (wife) day!!!!!!!!)

An Embrace

Long days were normal for the two of them, neither were really set on a schedule and for the most part when they did get time off, the other was busy working. Villain was more of their own boss, while the hero had their superior breathing down their neck every other second.

But both jobs were busy and risky. Both of them knew that.

Yet they had overlooked it when cupid’s arrow struck and love at first fight happened.

The hero was the first to cave, but the villain was often making the first moves. The criminal liked to think of their lover like a puppy, always needing guidance, attention and reassurance. However, the hero found the exact opposite analysis of their lover, concluding that the villain was like a cat; sly, introverted but still cuddly.

It was the perfect balance of opposites attract. Unfortunately, they couldn’t balance their work-life scale just as easily.

And the villain knew this, they knew the struggle and they knew it took a toll on their marriage as well, so when they had caught news that their spouse had taken a day off, Villain didn’t hesitate to wrap up early and head home. Greeting their partner with a skip in their step as they entered through the door way.

“Sweetie, are you up yet?”

There was only a groan in response from the other side of the bedroom door. Perfect.

The villain hummed as they made their way in, finding their hero wrapped halfheartedly in blankets, hair a mess, with their limbs bending in positions that could only be comfortable to someone completely limp. They smiled, heading over to sit on the edge of the bed. “I took the rest of today off so we could spend some time together, love. I know we haven’t had time to ourselves lately, and I want to change that.”

There was that winning smile, every time the criminal saw it it was like falling in love all over again. Even exhausted the hero still managed to express their excitement—something the villain loved about them.

“How does breakfast sound? Scrambled eggs, bacon and toast, just how you like it? Might be able to fry up some hash browns while I’m at it too~”

The hero hummed something unintelligible, eyes still sleepily shut before reaching out their arms and grasping onto their lover’s pants. Giving only a second of thought then pulling the villain in and on top of them in bed. Sinking into the warmth of their significant other with glee, if they could be greedy today they most definitely would.

Their first instinct was to pull away, but Villain blamed that on their criminal habits and trust issues. Once their brain registered no sign of threat they managed to relax, as much as they were crushing the other, they knew Hero loved it and they couldn’t will themselves to destroy the moment. So they laid patiently, rubbing one of the hero’s strewn calves as they chuckled softly into the blanket.

“Miss me much?”

“Mmmm…” The hero shifted and slowly maneuvered the villain and themselves into a more comfortable position, face to face, arms wrapped around one another. “D’you remember how to hug?”

The villain smiled, pressing an innocent kiss atop of the hero’s lips. “Haven’t been able to forget since the day you became mine.”

That managed to coax a small giggle from the exhausted crime-stopped, as well as another soft kiss shared between the two. “‘S not what I meant…”

“Mmm, I know, honey.” Behind the hero’s back they intertwined their own fingers, pulling the other even closer—if at all possible. “Lock your fingers.”

Sleepily but surely the other repeated after them, slurring words as they messily tied their fingers together.

“Elbows in.”

Hero’s grin only stretched as the steps went on, the pair pushing their elbows into the other’s ribcage for maximized closeness. They loved hearing it, they knew it by heart, but it was the hero’s number one reassurance when it came to love; the steps of a hug.

“And pull tight.”

They squealed as the villain crunched them in their arms, noses brushing and hearts beating against one another’s. It was perfect.

Love was perfect.

And in their heart they knew it always would be as long as the villain was by their side.

“And kiss!!” That part was optional for anyone except the two of them. A kiss was almost mandatory at this point in their relationship, especially since moments like these were becoming rarer than usual with the overloads of work.

The villain sighed, rolling their eyes affectionally as they came in for another kiss, one more sensual and intimate this time. Mouths open and tongues twisting together, carefully, gently. Just how the hero liked it.

“And kiss, my love.”

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mishoarts · 5 months

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ep (67) spoilers

He's a cat and was taken out of his safe spot so he's just making another one ✻✻

It's both funny and worrying how his first instinct when he woke up alone was to destroy everything in his sight,.

++Aiden hiding in a drawer and Logan stressing out on the floor 🤌🤌

#school bus graveyard #sbg (webtoon)#sbg #school bus graveyard webtoon #sbg spoilers #ben clark #aiden clark #Logan fields #Aiden you monkey-

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years

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Yandere kny but make them turn into cats

I love love love this idea

It's one of my favorite fanfic setups

And I think maybe I’ll just make this a full-on series 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

You are single, living in a house all by yourself

When suddenly you come across a large black cat with magenta eyes

“Awww, aren’t you a special baby!”

This cat walks into your life and refuses to leave

No like literally you see him around when you leave your day job at the beginning of the week

In the middle he’s walking you home

And by the end he’s meowing at you to let him inside when you come home

He’s demanding and kind of entitled but boy does he love the attention you give him

If you guessed this is none other than Muzan Kibitsuji

After realizing he’s been reduced to nothing but an average cat he has been trying to establish a way of life

He stalked you intensely before he decided to pick you

Blaming cat instincts when he has a strong urge to stay by your side

And for a while he gets just that

Waiting diligently for you outside your work and what not

You both have a routine where you two would head to your work together, go home together, and cuddle

Of course this changes when you scoop up two peculiar kittens

A burgundy short-hair and a black shorthair with an ombre orange and pink colored tail

Its Tanjiro and Nezuko!

As the babies they get special treatment immediately upsetting Muzan

Recognizing who they are he’s immediately going to try and kill them

But guess who gets the boot if he so much as raises a claw at them

“Bad Magenta, I will not tolerate this kind of behavior! You can come outside your room when you decide to behave.”

And because this demon king still wants his cuddles he’ll exist with those two since he has to

Funnily enough he’s not going to keep trying to kill them but instead work to discredit them

Someone knocked over vase you just bought

it wasn’t ‘Magenta’ who was playing with the shards no no

It was those naughty kittens

The same can’t be said for Tanjiro & Nezuko

At least for the first couple weeks they are very intent on killing the demon cat

Only for him to dodge and cuddle into you to escape their best attempts

“Aww Magenta? You don’t want to play with the babies? But they are calling for you so cutely, just look at them!”

Eventually they’ll realize just how weak they are as kittens and that the demon king won’t do anything while you’re in the picture so guess what

It's back to training!

“Aww Sparks is doing lil’ push-ups, I need to get my phone!”

And after awhile you once again fall into a rhythm with all three cats beginning to relate to each other more than they will ever admit

And they all agreed that they strictly will write off any grounds of friendship when they get back to their world

But until then…

Don’t make too big a deal out of it when you see the siblings curl up beside the older cat

Or when Magenta carries the kittens to the cat tree to groom them

From there both sides demons and demon-slayers appear in their cat forms before distributing them to your neighbors, family, and friends only allowed to visit occasionally

To even the score though I can see you taking in at least one more kitten and one more older cat

Maybe Rui as the kitten, and Giyuu Tomioka as the other adult cat

And while I don’t think they’ll immediately get along they’ll eventually understand it's no use trying to kill anyone

…at least not any of them that have been turned into cats

The other humans in this world are completely free game:

“How long have you been able to do that?”

It was late in the night and you were long since passed out along with the kittens who could stay asleep. Meanwhile Giyuu Tomioka stared intensely at the male with cat-like appendages as he flexed his hands and arms. When he saw the other adult cat writhing on top of his typical resting place on the fridge, he was silently hoping he was dying. Apparently he was just preparing to make this massive change, that just might destroy the harmony that everyone was used to. The water pillar sat in a tense position as he watched Muzan relearn to use his legs, quietly padding around the room picking up the objects of your home.

“Just recently.”

“Why?”

Based on their timeline Muzan was the first to arrive so this would mean that Tanjiro and Nezuko would be next. Deep blue eyes flickered to your bedroom where you laid with three kittens– a burgundy one, a black one with an ombre tail, and white one with red spots–all curled up together against your side. There was nothing stopping him from doing the worst to you and the kittens.

“I have been craving to settle a score with someone here…do you remember their landlord?”

The black cat nodded. The old man was nauseating to be around he smelt of hotdog water with a whiff of sewage. Before they had apparently been adopted in your care the old geezer would allow himself into your place obsessively running his hands along your furniture before inviting himself to go through your dirty laundry. Against Giyuu's better judgement he didn’t stop Tanjiro who left quite a few scratches on his leg before being flung away. At the time the hashira didn’t dare act as he feared his own well being but immediately regretted it when he heard the pained mewing of his recruit. And it was none other than the demon king himself who led the charge calling out to him as he stood in front of the kitten. Unfortunately after that the landlord threatened to evict you if the cats weren’t removed you refused and instead were met with the temper tantrum. The consensus in the old man's mind being that he murder them himself; claiming they were vermin and it was his job to remove them anyway.

“I do//”

“We’d be allowed to stay if the Land lord’s..estranged son were to take over couldn’t we.”

Gyuu’s pointed ears perked up, cocking his head at the implication. He didn’t approve, after all he’s dealt with ignorant people that he nonetheless still had to save. He jumped from his place on the coffee-table to stand on guard in front of the door.

“Don’t do this. If you do this you can’t go back!//” He exclaimed in his monotone mews as the cat-man proceeded to unlock the door. To halt him the former demon slayer cat swiped at his feet, momentarily triumphant as the cat man flinched back away from the door only to bend down lifting the cat into the air. His hold was firm and not careless; forcing the cat into a frozen state as he came to a realization. If a demon must kill to be sated why not let it feed on the ones that were essentially the same. For good measure the man with magenta cat-eyes looked unblinking into the dark-blue eyes of the cat.

“Don’t you want me to protect (Y/n)? To protect the kittens? To protect our peace?”

Hearing nothing from the previously vocal cat Muzan placed him back on the floor before heading out the door, beelining towards the landlord’s residence just beneath your apartment.

When Muzan made the move to militarize his newfound cat claws effectively spraying his naked form with the warm blood of the flailing man. He looked boredly at the gorish gunk on his hands noting the different level of power he now had; it wasn’t close to his previous power but it was something. As he began to carry out his plan, planting evidence and washing himself he came to a conclusion…

“It's nice fighting for someone. I'll be sure to do it again soon.”

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radioactivepeasant · 10 days

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Free Day Friday: untitled Jak oneshot/ Daxter Snaps And It Doesn't Go Well

(This takes place right after Jak finally gets to return to Spargus in Jak 3, because I had some Feelings about the Dark Eco Oracle and its well-loved shrine having been either moved or destroyed in Haven. Also for reference: since the original Jak concept art was a cat/foxlike alien child, hence the ears being set so high on his head in TPL, I'm hereby deciding that their species can purr. Because I said so.)

This is Quite Long, so I'll probably crosspost to AO3 later.

TW: panic attack

Jak hadn't been surprised by the summons when he'd returned from Haven. He knew he was in for it. Damas had started trusting him with more and more responsibilities and then Jak had screwed it all up. Running off to Haven and then getting stuck there immediately after? Not a good look.

Honestly, Jak was just grateful he wasn't being "escorted" up by city guards.

Part of him wanted to go in fighting. That's all Damas cares about, right? a small, bitter corner of his heart muttered.

The rest of him was too afraid. He finally knew better than to look to anyone in Haven for affirmation or examples. Damas had been the closest he'd ever come to an authority figure he trusted. What if he lost that, too?

The second his and Daxter's heads were visible in the elevator shaft, Damas was already raising his voice. Perhaps he was simply projecting his voice to reach them, but Jak's stomach twisted into knots regardless, and his breathing became quick and shallow.

"Where have you been?" Damas demanded, rising from his throne. "It's been a month!"

The elevator locked, and Jak crept out onto the pathway like a skittish animal. He didn't meet Damas’s eyes. The confused anger and hurt he'd seen in them the last time flashed in his memory, and he winced. An oppressive silence fell for a few unnaturally long seconds, punctuated by the creak of the water wheel. Damas was waiting for an answer.

It's not our fault, Jak tried to reassure himself, Just another betrayal. We didn't do anything wrong.

When he didn't answer Damas, the king’s expression twisted between outrage and disbelief and-

And disappointment.

"Nothing? Really, Jak?" He took one step down from the dais, clenching his fist at his side. "Why didn't you tell anyone where you were going?"

Daxter took it upon himself to answer when Jak wouldn't -- or couldn't.

"Oh lay off!" he hissed, puffing himself up to look bigger, "Don't you have friends to kill in your gladiator ring?"

"Dax!" Jak gasped. Too late.

The words were already out and a black look fell across Damas’s face. His entire posture went rigid.

"Excuse me?" he asked in a frightful facsimile of calm.

"Daxter, don't," Jak pleaded, but it was far too late for that. When Daxter got this mad, he didn't even hear Jak.

"You heard me!"

Daxter leapt off Jak's shoulder and stood on the first stepping stone as if blocking the way between them.

"You tried to make us kill one of our only real friends, and threw a tantrum when we wouldn't! And if you think I'd trust you with Jak's location after that, those spikes must be diggin' into your brain!"

Jak couldn't breathe.

Either Damas was going to cut them off, or Daxter was going to get hurt, and either way everything was going to crumble. He'd finally escaped Haven and there was going to be nothing to escape to.

His core pulsed, obeying signals he didn't even know his brain was sending. It tried to respond to the fight-or-flight instincts quickening his pulse and shortening his breath. In Haven, he would have gone Dark in response. But he'd used all the dark eco. There was nothing left. Nothing but adrenaline and panic.

A strange, almost echoing sensation pushed at the inside of his skull, and the room spun. He couldn't breathe. His lungs felt like they'd been fused shut. He couldn't breathe!

"Jak!"

Between blurs of brown and green, Damas -- or an unfocused and staticy version of him -- approached rapidly.

As if from another room, Jak heard Daxter snarl, "Stay back! If you hurt him, I'll rip your spikes out!"

"I wouldn't hurt him!"

"You already did!"

It was too much. He couldn't- he couldn't focus. He couldn't find the light eco. Jak's knees gave, and it was a struggle to stay upright. Hands caught his upper arms, preventing him from collapsing entirely.

"Breathe, Jak!"

Damas sounded worried this time.

"You have to breathe!"

"Can't-!" Jak gasped, breath squeaking.

Then the world turned sideways and he was in the water. Or partly in the water.

His legs twitched with the shock of the new sensation, surprising him enough to suck in a deep breath. A compressing sensation against his chest and arms tightened in response.

"Focus on the water. Find your feet."

It took four tries to get his boots on the rocky bottom of the pool. His chest hurt, but he managed another deep breath.

"That's it. You can do this."

A small hand took his, pulling against the pressure around his shoulders, and pressed it against a narrow chest.

"L- like we practiced, bud-"

Oh. There's Daxter.

"Just breathe when I breathe, remember?"

Distantly, he heard Damas ask Daxter, "Has this happened before? In- in Spargus, I mean."

"Don't think about it, warrior," the other voice encouraged -- Damas? Is that Damas? But he's mad at us! -- "Just do as your friend does."

"If Jak wants to tell ya, he'll tell ya," Daxter said sourly. "You and I are not on speaking terms right now."

"...that is understandable."

One by one, his muscles relaxed. His breathing was much too fast, but it was easier to get full breaths at least.

When the ringing in Jak’s ears at last began to subside, he picked up a new sound. It was faint, barely audible at all, but he could just make out a nervous rumble. A laryngeal vibration he could feel through the back of his shirt. With conscious thought on standby mode, Jak's body responded to long-forgotten cues unbidden. His glottis rapidly dilated and constricted with his breathing, creating its own vibrations in a bid to self-soothe. It was how he'd learned not to cry out loud as a young child -- although blessedly, he would never remember that.

It wasn't the first time Damas had walked one of his people through a panic attack in the throne room, and it wouldn't be the last. But this one hurt.

"You're safe. There is no danger here. This is a safe place."

Shame raked its claws down his chest and Pain reached through the incision, grasping at organs and prying bones out of the way.

Jak didn't trust him.

And it was his fault.

"I'm sorry," he whispered- to Jak, to Daxter, to either-

A memory loomed damningly before his eyes. Mar had just started walking, and nearly toppled into the pools. Damas had yelled at him to get away from the edge, and the baby had burst into a loud, terrified wail.

"I'm- was it the shouting? I-"

"I'm sorry, it's okay, it's okay now- I know, I used the Big Voice, Daddy's sorry! You scared me, Bug!"

He hadn't gotten any better after losing Mar, had he? He still shouted when he was afraid. And look how that had turned out.

Damas tightened his hold on Jak and rested his chin on the crown of the boy's head. The apologies were bitter on his tongue, but necessary.

"I...I triggered this, didn't I? I'm sorry- gods, I'm sorry, Jak. I'm- you scared me. I couldn't find you! No one could!"

"You...thought we defected?" he asked through numbed lips.

The panic was slow to fade, still muddling Jak's mind. He couldn't quite make sense of what he was hearing.

"I thought the Marauders had taken you! Or you'd collapsed somewhere in the Wastes where we couldn't find you!" Damas answered. The dregs of that old fear still stained the edges of his voice. He shuddered.

He swallowed hard, interrupting the agitated purring for a moment. "I...did not handle the...situation as I should have. I damaged your trust. And I deserved worse than the silent treatment. I understand that. But to keep it from Sig, too?"

"You can't just run away like that! I- I understand why you didn't tell me-"

Painfully slowly, Jak drew his legs back out of the water and onto the rocks.

"They wouldn't let me," he mumbled. "They didn't let us leave."

Damas shot a concerned look at Daxter, who shrugged and looked away.

Shifting his grip to have one arm around the boy's waist, Damas heaved himself to his feet, taking Jak with him.

This promised to be a very unpleasant conversation, the least he could do was find them somewhere more comfortable to sit.

They were silent for a time, each processing the whirlwind of events. Jak was deeply, thoroughly, confused. No one had ever apologized like that before. Acknowledging his pain and the specific way their actions had caused it? It would be a cold day in hell before Samos ever did anything like that.

He didn't understand.

They'd defied Damas, then run from him. Daxter had just challenged him to his face.

Yet he spoke like a man anxiously awaiting the return of a prodigal son.

"Who wouldn't let you leave, Jak?" Damas asked him, far too gently.

Jak shut his eyes. "Haven."

"Haven?!" Damas sounded horrified. "What were you doing there?! Is that where you've been this whole time?"

Miserably, Jak nodded. "I was just- we were just scouting. Just- it wasn't supposed to be-"

He gritted his teeth.

"They locked down the air trains," he croaked. "And- and there's force fields blocking off the city exits. The only way they'd let us go was if I fought on the frontlines for three weeks first."

Fighting down his anger lest he trigger Jak's panic again, Damas forced himself to ask, "What made you go back to that city in the first place?"

A hostage. His boy- The boy had been a bloody hostage, and he'd had no idea! Damas felt something dark and dense fluttering between his ribs. If he found the person who ordered this, he would drown them in the sands.

Jak winced and passed several looks back and forth with Daxter.

"Ashelin...called me to the oasis," he said at last.

Damas stiffened beside him.

"She want- she wanted me to come back to Haven. After everything they did to me, she wanted me to come back."

He felt the hints of the anxiety returning, and wrapped his arms around himself for comfort.

"Ashelin Praxis?" Damas demanded. He curled his lip. "I might have known. I hope you told her where to shove that offer."

Daxter scoffed. "Oh, he did. Even told her "I have new friends now", which was a little too generous considering what you said to my pal."

Jak gave the ottsel a weary look, and Daxter grudgingly subsided.

"I told her to leave. She- she wouldn't drop it. Said the friends we still had were going to die. That it was my responsibility because of-"

He flipped a hand in the air in frustration.

"I don't know! Dead people I share some common blood with!"

"Pal, I'm pretty sure that common blood stopped bein' responsible for that dump when Princess Scribbleface's darling pappy took over," Daxter grumbled.

"Common blood?!" Damas startled, but Jak had already moved on, hastily trying to explain himself.

"We didn't believe her -- I- I mean, why would we? But when I asked the Oracle in the temple-"

"How did you find the Oracle?!" Damas spluttered.

"The stupid thing called me," Jak growled. He leaned forward and pressed his face into his hands. "Said the whole planet was in danger and my friends would die if I didn't find the catacombs."

He muffled a snarl in his palms.

"I hate them. I hate those rottin' things. They don't tell me when something is a trap. They only tell me what fits their agenda."

Jak could speak to Precursor Oracles.

Only monks were supposed to still be able to do that.

Monks, or Heirs of Mar taking the Trials.

"And...was it a trap?" Damas asked, fearing he already knew the answer.

A painful, wishful image of Jak in the Tomb of Mar wormed through Damas’s thoughts. If life had any semblance of fairness, or restitution, it would have been reality. It was not what he deserved, not after how many times he'd failed the people he cared about. But Jak deserved it. He'd been isolated enough.

Jak's face was like stone.

"All they cared about was getting me into Haven to find the catacombs before that nutcase Veger could. And all Haven cared about was keeping us there."

A deep, ominous creaking filled the room. Harsh shadows stretched and yawned as the terrible old statue beside the dais flickered, then lit up. A suffocating sense of dread filled Damas as he beheld the monolith. It wasn't a real Oracle. It was a shell, made to hold pieces of the water wheel. It wasn't made to have any kind of lights.

Daxter yelped and scurried up to Jak’s shoulder as the water wheel ground to a halt.

The silence was unnatural.

Jak's chest heaved, and Damas feared for a moment that he was going to panic again. But an answering light flickered in the boy's eyes. White, incandescent rage.

"What do you want now? You're not welcome here!" Jak snarled, standing up with a jerk.

"Angry one-"

It said in warning, a rolling, ancient voice that echoed off the stones and twisted in their eardrums.

Jak clenched his fists.

"No! I'm not afraid of you! You're no "holier" than Onin. You aren't even a Precursor!"

A sense of fury shook the room, and the water trembled.

Jak held his ground though his legs shook.

"You can't do anything to punish me," he challenged, angry tears glowing in his eyes. "The worst you can do is withhold information that would protect me, and you do that anyway! If- if you had power at all, you wouldn't have let Veger destroy Crius!"

Crius? Damas vaguely remembered that name. Hadn't he been one of the Bonekeeper's heralds? The memories were fuzzy at best. Father forbade Mother from speaking of the Bonekeeper when they married. Any communing with the patron of dark eco was done in secret, and as a child Damas had only caught her once.

"The dark shrine was all those people had!" the anger was slipping away from Jak now, replaced by something closer to grief. "He gave them hope! He gave- he gave me hope! And you couldn't save him. So what makes you think you can scare me now? Hu'mens are worse than you."

And the Oracle, miraculously, quieted. The waters stilled, and some of the dread receded. Jak fell back to the steps, having exhausted the last reserves of his emotions.

"Yeah! You tell him, Jak!" Daxter cheered, breaking the silence, "About time you put Sparky in his place!"

He ruffled Jak's hair -- the hair he could reach at least -- and leaned against his arm comfortingly.

"Next, we get Loghead!"

The Oracle remained lit, but speechless. All this time, had rebuking the heralds really been an option? Ever the pragmatist, Damas decided to follow Jak's example.

"As the boy said." His voice was quiet at first, but gained courage with each new word.

"This is not a place of seers and soothsayers. Respectfully: we do not require your guidance at this time."

"Heir of Mar-"

the Oracle began, almost wheedling.

Rage loosened his lips and he lost the last shred of reverence he'd held for the messenger.

Jak went rigid and Damas felt an anger of his own. How dare this entity try to leverage his bloodline when the Precursors had turned their backs on him!

"Hold your tongue! Unless you can comprehend the trouble you have caused, keep your counsel to yourself."

Resentfully, the Oracle's eyes flashed.

And with that, the lights were gone. The water wheel resumed its gloomy rhythm. The statue was hollow once more.

"So be it. You wish to hear no truth from me? Then you, Damas of the Wastes, shall hear no truth from me."

Something about the acquiescence -- or threat -- made Damas uneasy. Withholding information again, just as Jak had said. But he had the feeling it was hinting at something important. Taunting him.

Bloody seven hells.

He'd sooner cast the bones himself and call upon the Dark Lady directly as his mother once had than ever deal with that thing again.

"Little wonder you're always so on edge, dealing with that," he said; a poor attempt at a joke.

Jak dropped his face back into his hands.

"I'm so sick of them. Jak do this. Jak go there. Suffer for us, Jak! It's Fate!"

Damas scoffed. "Fate, eh? Wastelanders make their own fate. If this is who my monks consult, it's no surprise that they believe the world is coming to an end."

"They are pretty worried about the creatures in that space ship," Jak admitted reluctantly.

"Bah."

Damas waved it off.

"When the metalheads invaded our world, we survived with or without the Precursors they hunted. We will do the same if these creatures land."

He jostled Jak's shoulder -- shaking Daxter by proxy.

"Ey! No manhandling!"

Daxter slithered away down the steps and into the water. He glared up over the step like a little croc.

"You keep your emotionally constipated hands away from me!"

Damas let out a startled laugh, and Jak shook his head and grinned.

"I...guess you're right. Spargus is pretty tough."

"We are Wastelanders, boy," Damas declared, "We carved out a home in the places where nothing else survives. We'll carve out our fate the same way, with the same tools our ancestors used."

"...with eco," Jak said quietly, as if experiencing a revelation.

"Our minds think alike."

Damas’s wry grin faded.

"Jak...I'm...sorry. That I made you feel you couldn't contact me for help. If I had known you were being held in Haven against your will, I would have come for you."

The boy fixed him with a bewildered expression.

"You would have?" Jak asked, "You're serious. You. Leaving your people to come after me?"

The king met his stare evenly.

"Yes."

"After the- the thing, with the Arena-?"

Damas winced and looked away.

"I. I did not warn you, I was not permitted to. But the final trial of a Spargan is one they are supposed to lose."

Jak bristled. "What?!"

"It's a test of whether they can put loyalty to their city over the commands of a tyrant. Sig wasn't supposed to throw down his gun, he was supposed to goad you into a sparring match." Damas ran his hand over his shaved head. "I should have told him before he went in that it was you. I didn't know that you knew each other, but- maybe he wouldn't have panicked if he'd known it was a Final Trial. Maybe I wouldn't have panicked."

Jak stared at him in disbelief for several seconds. For reasons he couldn't quite explain, he blurted out an accusation with no bite to it.

"What, did you forget I didn't grow up here?"

When he was met with chagrined silence, his eyes widened.

"Oh my gods you did. How?! You're the one that found me out there!"

Clearly embarrassed, Damas shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know what to tell you. There are days when it just...seems as though I have known you for much longer than seven months."

Jak took that statement, turned it over in his mind. The version of Damas in his head wasn't quite matching the one in front of him. Even before things had become strained between them, he hadn't had the context to understand the way Damas saw him. He still didn't- not completely.

"Sorry," he said suddenly, and gestured to the soaked trousers. "I um. I don't usually...not in front of people, I mean-"

He leaned back against the stairs and stretched his legs out before him. The linen stuck to his legs in sodden wrinkles and folds, nearly transparent against his calves. It would dry quickly once he stepped outside again -- and the evaporating water would serve to cool his skin nicely. But for now, it drew his mind to his panic attack.

"Don't apologize." Damas laced his fingers together loosely and leaned his elbows against his knees. "May...may I ask what it was that sparked that kind of fear?"

Jak met Daxter's eyes, down in the water. The ottsel winced. He knew he'd taken it too far. He was just so sick of people acting like Jak was a trained dog with no autonomy of his own. And sometimes his desire to protect Jak’s emotions didn't mesh completely with what Jak needed at the moment.

Jak broke their gaze and began to pick at a scar on his elbow.

"...thought I was going to have to choose sides. Between you and Dax."

"Why would supporting Daxter cause you to panic?" Damas pressed.

"Because," he muttered with a shrug.

He'd assumed without question that Jak would take Daxter's side. Jak didn't know whether to be amused or grateful or just tired.

"Because?"

"Because I- I wanted this to still be home." Jak made a vague gesture encompassing the room, and its occupants.

"This is your home," Damas insisted. He glanced to the empty Oracle with a thoughtful frown.

Something lingered in the corners of Jak's eyes. A concern he wasn't voicing. Did he still believe he could be so easily forsaken?

"If this is where the desert brought you, then this is where the desert meant you to thrive."

But then, he had been cast out of Haven on the flimsiest of pretenses. His faith in hu'menity was shaken. For a moment, Damas considered changing the subject. He could talk about the coming trials, give Jak something else to think about.

Or he could meet him on his level. Show him the same vulnerability he'd so unwillingly displayed.

The words stuck to his tongue, stabbed like needles into the roof of his mouth as he forced them through his teeth.

"I...had a son. Some years ago."

"Had". Was there ever such a horrible word?

"He was like you -- or, he would have been, when he was older."

Under his breath he added, "if he ever got the chance to get older."

Jak's brows knit together, then went slack. From tiny pinpricks in the centers of his eyes, horror flooded out to the rest of his face.

"You have a child?"

After a moment to collect himself, the king nodded.

His head dipped lower, nearly brushing the steeple of his fingertips.

"I did. He was taken from me, by some of the same people who seem to have orchestrated your own suffering."

"I pray that my son still lives but- he was so young. So small. So-"

Damas’s voice cracked.

"So very small."

Guilt played across Jak's face for a moment, then was swallowed up by a deep sadness that welled up from within. Haven was a city of devils. He wondered if Damas’s child had been taken during the time when Praxis was snatching children en masse in his search for Jak's childhood self.

Did that make it his fault that Damas was so bereaved?

"That's-"

That's not fair. It's an abomination. Hurting a kid should be enough to make the Precursors strike you dead on the spot. Errol should've died the first time he put me in the Chair-

Jak's thoughts spiraled out of control, and he had to fight to return his focus to the moment.

"That's terrible."

Inhaling sharply, Damas raised his head and straightened his spine. One warm, callused hand found its way to Jak’s shoulder and squeezed.

He felt his throat closing up, snapping his voice into grating pieces.

"The reason I tell you this is so that you will understand this: It would take more than a little teenaged defiance to make me turn my back on you."

"I lost my son, Jak," he croaked, "I cannot lose you, too."

The laryngeal vibration began again -- from Jak, this time. The nearly autonomous response was as much a subconscious desire to comfort Damas as it was self-soothing. Even so, his chest ached dully. How old, he wondered, had Damas’s son been when he was taken? He must have been so scared! Did he call out for his father? Did Damas call out for him?

"In...war," Damas said hesitantly, "Sacrifices are sometimes required of us. In my case, I had to stay and rebuild the part of the wall the attackers destroyed. To protect thousands from the storms and the Marauders. I knew that, but it still took days for Sig to convince me to send him to Haven in my place."

"Yeah," Jak muttered, "I know about sacrfices."

But Damas shook his head. "It's hardly a sacrifice if someone else chose it for you out of convenience. That's just betrayal."

Silence fell again, but there was no tension to it. A sense of introspection lingered between them, each consumed with his own thoughts. Even Daxter's anger had muted itself -- now overlayed with guilt, berating himself for jumping to fight Jak's battles without bothering to see what Jak himself wanted.

The moment of quiet ended with a crackling of the city radio from which Damas monitored all official channels.

"Oh not now," the man groaned with a most unkingly attitude. "Can I have a moment of peace?"

"No way," Jak scoffed, finding a glimmer of humor in the situation, "You jinxed it by letting us take a break. Now something crazy is going to happen."

Damas narrowed his eyes. "Boy, if you will that into reality-" he warned, with no real way to finish the threat.

The second he picked up the receiver, he knew it was going to be a headache.

"Sire! We've got three different Marauder patrols converging on the city gates! There's a fourth on the radar crossing the river now!"

Daxter pulled himself out of the water and cringed. "How many cars is that?"

"Twelve, at least," Jak gulped.

Damas did not take this information the way he normally would have. He seemed to be fuming as he stood up and stomped up the stairs to retrieve his staff. Jak could hear him muttering under his breath.

His voice rose to something more audible. "I'm not in the mood for this, Egil," he snapped, addressing the thane of the Marauders as if he were present.

"Not the time, Egil, this is not the time to test me! Just got my kid back, got threatened by a bloody Oracle-"

Jak decided, for the sake of being able to focus during a fight, to just pretend he hadn't heard Damas referring to him as his own kid. He could come back to that and freak out later. Right now, there was a fight to be had. He held an arm down for Daxter to use as a ramp, then stood.

"Where do you need me?" he asked.

Damas gave him a searching look. For an instant, his gaze flicked to the lifeless Oracle. That seemed to reinforce his resolve.

"With me," he said shortly. "We're taking the Dozer. You're on the turret gun."

The way Jak's -- and even Daxter's -- eyes lit up almost made up for the hassle Damas knew this skirmish was going to be. He cast one last look at the Oracle before shepherding them to the lift.

Keep your counsel, he thought, and I will keep mine. I don't need your permission to add a son to my House. What of that, eh? The Heir and your renegade Pawn allied against you!

"Hey, maybe I should drive," Jak suggested as the lift began to move."

"Hm." Damas pretended to consider it. "No."

"Why not?!"

"You can't reach the pedals yet."

He could have simply explained that he preferred to drive his favorite vehicle himself. But, the slightest bit giddy at the thought of open rebellion against fate, Damas instead bent slightly to offer a teasing grin.

"What?! Oh come on!"

The elevator sank out of sight, and the water wheel trembled. The statue vibrated and the pools bubbled and boiled with the helpless fury of a falconer whose birds had long since slipped the jesses to fly free. But the boy had not spoken falsley: it was not a Precursor, merely the echo of one's memory. In the face of hu'men defiance, it was helpless to retaliate in any meaningful way. Even withholding the truth of the Hero's identity had been robbed of its intended effect, considering the Fallen Heir and the Hero had gone ahead and reformed the broken bond between them anyway!

The Oracle could not comprehend their motives, nor could it ever hope to understand the complexities of the hu'men mind.

It could only watch and seethe.

#fic prompts #writing prompts #free day friday #jak and daxter #dadmas #king damas #jak and daxter au #headcanon that the final arena battle is a Kobayashi Maru and Jak pulled a Kirk #i named the Dark Oracle after one of the mythological Titans #sneaky reference to sparguscituangel canon where Mictecacíhuatl is the patron of dark eco #tw panic attack #daxter was fully ready to End Damas right there 😂#Jak's species can purr now because the concept art started out vaguely feline #eldritch abomination oracle time!#except instead of humans being unable to comprehend the lovecraftian monster #its the lovecraftian monster that is wholly incapable of understanding humans without succumbing to madness #long post #oneshot

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poppyclangen · 6 months

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"Hello Visitor!"

Meet PoppyClan's StarClan Guide, OleanderPaw; brother of FallenStar, PoppyClan's first leader, and judge of the dead.

OleanderPaw was killed by the flood that swept the founders away, and used his power to give FallenStar her nine lives, and grow the first poppies that now populate the moor where PoppyClan lives.

His reddish orange coat can be seen in many of FallenStar's children, proof of his bloodline and strong ties with his sister. He does not often visit the clan medics, though when he does, it is considered a great honor and not to be taken lightly.

Leader of those who live in StarClan, OleanderPaw has let the thrill of spiritual power go to his head a bit. Each time FallenStar visits, he grows more 'holy' in appearance, followed by stars and a glow that most of the other dead do not have. His scent is hidden beneath the flowers growing from his pelt, and he become more eloquent and stiff with each passing day- to be frank, he was very different from the brother FallenStar remembers. She figures that was just what happened, though, as a spirit ages; while he may look rather young, he grows older still.

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What power does StarClan have over living cats?

"Oh, a good question. I myself have found that I can effect many little things that the living see and touch- though it takes a great deal of energy. When I gave FallenStar her nine lives, I was dormant for many moons after, unable to protect those who walked the earth. While we may not need to eat or sleep, we StarClan cats are powered by... an energy. Perhaps it is belief?"

What was it like, being the first StarClan cat?

"It felt like a betrayal of sort, at first. Throughout my short life, I had been promised a rich afterlife, full of loved ones and an endless paradise. When I awoke, I was alone, in the dark. I built our paradise. I shaped it from the energy I found within my spirit. I am glad to have company now, my sisters kin, though there are times where I fell that emptiness once more. I built this place, yes, but... it has left a part of me hollow."

What about the StarClan of the past?

"I do not know what became of the cats that ruled the StarClan of our ancestors. I do not know if it was destroyed, as the living had been destroyed. I do not doubt there are other afterlives, though; after all, if I could do it, so can any cat who has been remembered and cherished."

Do you dictate the future of PoppyClan?

"Oh, no, goodness no. While I may have dominion over this plane, I cannot influence the actions of the living, outside of the way any cat may influence another. I cannot change the outcome of the seasons, though I find through intense emotion, I can effect the atmosphere of this territory. When I mourn, the clouds grow heavy with rain. When I am angered, the sky is dark and the moon is hidden. When I rejoice, the poppies of the land bloom more quickly. My influence seems to end there; though, the more I try, the more I learn. Recently, I've found the dreams of my Clan's cat's are just out of reach, drifting closer every night. The more who die and come to StarClan, the more I've found I'm able to do. I cant help but be curious...

Back to the question at hand. I know much more than I could have known as a living cat, but I do not know the future. I cannot predict what is coming, though I have my hunches and instincts, as a cat who has lived a long time would. When spirits come to rest here, I am blessed and burdened with their memories; their lives, their deaths. I am a collective of their stories, and at times, I fear I will forget my own, as short as it was.

What's that shadowy place?

"Oh, pay no mind to that. That's just a little project of mine, though I don't think I will finish it. There is no need to worry. I have it contained. It is empty."

#Happy 200 followers!#clangen #clangen challenge #clangen: poppyclan #my art!#warrior cats #clan generator #clangen oc #clan gen oc #wc #warriors

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alexanderlightweight · 9 months

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hellloooo. do you have any dragon alec in your little treasure chest? i love him and cat magnus being cuteee

i wrote some just for you! here we go i hope you enjoy!

<3 lumine!

Magnus is gone when he opens his eyes

That’s the first thing Alec realizes even as his vision adjust and he can see for himself the lack of a body next to his own.

It’s the reason why he wakes.

The heart of his hoard is gone, away from Alec’s protective adoration and covetous claim. The knowledge of Magnus somewhere else — somewhere without Alec — is intolerable enough that Alec’s instincts threaten to take over. He wants to burst into his largest form and fly until he finds Magnus, destroying every single thing that is between he and Magnus.

But he can’t, because Magnus is most likely in Pandemonium which means that Alec can’t just destroy it. Not when it belongs to Magnus and is something he built, a sign of his power. To harm it would be to harm Magnus’ reputation and to put him in danger from those stupid enough to think it a sign that Magnus was weakening.

Still, threats are a distraction that Alec finds unnecessary. He’s much rather simply enjoy his days spending as much time with Magnus as possible. Which Magnus knows. Which makes the lack of his company and presence even more upsetting.

Clearly Alec hasn’t been communicating as well as he thought he was, which is disappointing but hardly Magnus’ fault.

Clothing is confusing without Magnus so Alec just goes with a pair of the sweatpants Magnus summoned for him and a hooded vest that still smells like sandalwood and sweat and magic.

It’s with Magnus’ scent in his nose that he follows the trail of Magnus’ magic and loops the path of the portal into a mirror that he steps through. The floor is cool and hard under his bare feet and Alec frowns as flashing lights, raucous noise and the scent of far too many people hit him all at once.

It’s possibly the worst experience Alec has had and he’s suddenly very grateful that all the times he’s come, he’s been a dragon and warded by Magnus’ presence and magic. As if it, Alec very narrowly avoid killing three people and maiming another dozen before he get to the point where Magnus’ magick thickens.

There is security here and when they try to stop him, Alec growls and lets the threat of his voice rush over them. It works well enough and then he’s up and in the high room that surveys the rest of the club from a large window and a glass floor.

Magnus is alone on his throne, but there are throngs of people around him and Alec loathes to see it. Magnus is practically surrounded and Alec can taste the greed and lust and envy in the air. It infuriates him to the point where Alec is just about to rip the nearest person’s spine through their neck when Magnus’ voice catches and stalls.

“Alexander?”

—

Magnus is stunned to see his boy, especially when he sees just what Alec is and isn’t wearing.

Alexander is in sweatpants and one of Magnus’ workout vests and only that. He has no shoes and from the delicious outline of his pants and the unzipped front of the vest, he has nothing else on either.

“Come here darling, I’ve missed you.” Magnus is helpless but to offer his hands and wait greedily for Alexander to come to his side. It infuriates many of his guests, but that’s to be expected. They don’t know who Alec is to Magnus and they certainly don’t know what he is.

“You didn’t wake me up.” Alexander says and Magnus pulls him to sit next to him, marveling that Alexander came out by himself — to Pandemonium no less — in human form.

Just because Magnus left and didn’t wake him up.

“You were too adorable to wake, darling.” Magnus admits shamelessly, “I couldn’t bear to see you pout at me for more sleep. I would never have left our bed.”

“I’ll sleep here then. I’d rather just come with you instead of waking up because I realize you’ve gone. Wake me up next time.”

Magnus hardly has a moment to process that very tired and sleepy speech and then Alexander is moving Magnus to the side of his own throne. There’s a minute where the very air is charged as the court meeting with Magnus pulse in confusion. Even Magnus is confused and then Alexander curls up — folding his large, long and still human limbs— and lays his head in Magnus lap. His cool breath tickles the bare skin of Magnus’ stomach and never before has Magnus ached so deeply as he does now.

The signs of Alec’s draconic nature are no doubt on his thighs and shoulder-blades right now, hidden for the moment by thin material. Likewise, the scales that normally dapple his jaw and cheekbones are only crowning his brow and lie hidden behind soft, dark curls.

Alec has rarely looked so human yet rarely has he been so clearly other.

It’s with possessive glee that Magnus allows himself to pet Alexander’s hair — his fingers finding and playing with the scales on Alexander’s nape — and return to the matter of the downworld.

A dragon counts Magnus important enough to it that immediately upon waking, he was hunted down.

And Alexander craved Magnus’ company enough that he suffered crowds of people and interaction in human form, just to sleep curled up in Magnus’ lap with Magnus’ hand in hair.

Whatever the smile on Magnus’ face says, it causes those around him to avert their eyes, apprehension in their postures.

Magnus however, is quite pleased. Pleased enough to let out the deep, rumbling purr that's been building since Alexander's head was pillowed on Magnus' thigh.

#lumine writes #writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #the taste of his magic #magnus bane #alec lightwood #shadowhunters #malec

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playertwotails · 8 months

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did u write the baby tails post yet? id love to read it

Here you go, my de-aged/time switched feral baby Tails idea so hold your hat cause it's a long one under the cut. Also forgive me and my nonsense, I am not a writer.

Just to set some ground rules on my take on baby Tails so we're all on the same page. First of all I always imagine Tail and Sonic meeting when Tails was 3/4 and Sonic 10/11 (both are homeless kids best they can do is guesstimate ages and roll with it). And our little guy Tails, is the sweet, kind, caring Tails we all know and love. BUT as a baby all of that was buried under the weight of being abandoned, harassed, hurt, half/fully starved and bullied starting from maybe basically birth if not shortly after. So baby Tails is just the most FERAL of little guys. He WILL bite, claw, kick, pull fur/feathers/whatever they got and do whatever it takes if he feels cornered and threatened by someone. And yes he has his inventions even at that young age to protect him somewhat, but he's still a baby and can only build them out of the scraps he finds, so they are little flimsy and get destroyed easily by said bullies fairly often. So bitey time's are aplenty for baby Tails.

Now luckily when Sonic meet Tails one of their first interactions was him saving Tails from bullies so he started out a few steps on the less feral side of Tails. Not that Sonic doesn't/never saw this side of Tails, it just never got it directed at him unless he startled Tails or was calming Tails down when something else brought out that side. I also like to think that Sonic and Tails were together about a year before Eggman ever even found out about Tails. So by the time Eggman and their other friends meet Tails, the feral side of Tails has been pretty much put to rest as, through Sonic's help, Tails doesn't need to rely on that 'cornered feral rabies filled racoon' fight instinct anymore. The Tails they first meet relies more on his inventions, smarts, and how Sonic taught him to fight.

SO getting to the bread and butter of all this.

Sonic, Tails and Co. are fighting Eggman or maybe another villain per their usual shtick. And when they go to hit Sonic with their "ultimate weapon" it ends up a whole whoopsi daisies situation and hits Tails instead. Now readers choice on if this de-ages Tails or switched older Tails with younger Tails, but result is the same either way. The smoke clears, Tails is still there, to everyone's short lived relief, but there is now a much smaller scruggly looking Tails in that spot

(Now another thought I had just for ultimate angst potential for either scenario of scruffy baby Tails, is that baby Tails has the starved figure, scars, cuts, bruises, matted/patchy fur he had on what ever day he de-aged to/switched with)

The villain then dips cause plan has gone sideways and Sonic and crew are now just left with a tiny little baby Tails. (and the crew I imagine is Amy, Knuckles, Shadow, and Rouge - maybe Blaze, Silver, Tangle and Whisper too just to make it a really party if you want)

I think before even Sonic can react though Amy is the first to make it to baby Tails. Now I love Amy to death but bless her heart she has a tendency to get tunnel vision sometimes (big mood). So before she registers that baby Tails is a bit more ruff around the edges than she's used to, she just sees a cute little tiny baby Tails and immediately goes for the hug cause Tails is adorable on his own but tiny Tails is serotonin directly injected into your veins and her being a whole mood cannot physically stop herself from going for a hug. Plus they've met a younger Tails before so she thinks it's a similar situation so free hugs all around. (Sidenote - I'm just gonna call baby Tail BT for the rest of this cause it long)

Unfortunately BT only registers 'person coming at them fast and getting close' and just uses his reaction to bite Amy all the while hissing and growling like a feral cat in an alleyway.

Immediately everyone is taken aback (except for Sonic) cause that's not a very Tails thing for Tails to do especially to friends even if he's scared.

(And another side note here cause lord forbid my thought process stays cohesive for five minutes - but I see baby Tails being either a Tails that has met Sonic but only has been with him for maybe 2-3 weeks if even that long, so he recognizes Sonic but doesn't really trust him yet. Or for even more 'oh this is sad' it is a little Tails before he met even Sonic, so everyone is starting at the -100 trust line with the feral fluff ball. (i'm moving forward with this with the 'BT knows Sonic but no trust between them' one cause older brother Sonic is my weakness and BT being cute and clingy will not leave my brain))

So BT gets startled at everyone being startled and moves to take off to go hide in a hole somewhere cause "WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE" (if you get the reference let me know) and everyone then makes a move to catch him. Now BT is on fight/flight instincts only and does not even register Sonic. Plus Sonic does not look like the one he knows so he doesn't even recognize him in this state, just is trying to peace the fuck out of there and get to safety. And with everyone now after him BT then proceeds to go into FULL FERAL MODE on all of them.

He is clawing at them, biting everyone, hissing and spitting while making a B-line for what he thinks is an exit. With everyone still being shocked, not wanting to hurt him and with BT being more slippery than grease on pig, they are STRUGGLING. He is giving then the runaround. They're are now all getting more injured than they did in the fight that caused this. All their abilities are doing nothing in helping them catch Tails. BT is that one scene of Jack Jack from the Incredibles levels of fucking them up and he can't even shape shift. He managed to rip off one of Shadows skates, bite through Knuckles gloves, scratch up Rogue and set off her bombs (she threw them all away from her before they exploded), Amy's hands and arms are COVERED in bit marks, and he went for Sonic's shins with deadly accurate kicks (Sonic would be proud if it didn't hurt so much). They all just look like they got into a fight with a wood-chipper and miserably lost but nope it's all just a scared toddler that can and will fuck someone up.

It's only when Sonic shouts "MILES!!!!" at Tails that he finally stops (maybe Tails isn't being called Tails yet at that time so Sonic has to say his name or maybe it's just big brother/parent mode voice gets through to him). BT stops his frantic exit relay race but will not let anyone close and is still straight up growling at everyone. So now they're all just standing in a lose circle around BT not wanting to take their eyes off him but all desperately sending mental vibes to Sonic to take care of this cause what the fuck has gotten into Tails.

Cue soft big brother Sonic stepping up to bat and everyone watches him try and coax a tiny scraggly Tails, that looks 3 seconds from trying to bolt again, to get closer to Sonic and calm down. He does succeed after about 10 mins and gets BT to let him get close enough to look over his injuries. And they watch Sonic look over BT's injuries with the softest of big brother looks but when he's got BT turned around to check his back Sonic gets just a flash of anger but resigned look on his face. Cause Sonic knows those injuries and they weren't from the beam BT got hit with. (He'd forgotten how bad they were due to time and also being so young when they first met but now he's even more pissed off and sad about it) - Meanwhile people on West Side Island "why do I suddenly hear Kellin Quinn singing??"

So from there the crew moves out with BT almost glued to Sonic's side cause he's scared of everyone. Sonic has to fly them all back cause BT is too little to reach the pedals of the plane (to the surprise of a few of their friends cause they either forgot/didn't know Sonic could fly a plane also idk how to fly a plane but my imaginary one has pedals now). Finally they get back to a safe area, Tail's workshop, and the other's stick close but outside so they don't overwhelm BT while Sonic spends time cleaning/feeding/treating BT's injuries and put him to bed.

Once Sonic's got the little orange terror to go to sleep he gets everyone rounded up to talk about this and figure out how to fix it. But not before they all grill him for info cause what the fuck has gotten into Tails, they thought it was just the beam at first that caused BT to act like that but Sonic knew what to do so that theory jumped out the window. Cue Sonic giving them the watered down version of his memories of feral baby Tails, cause a lot of it ain't their business in his mind but they also need to know enough to not trigger BT into going full feral scared mode on them.

Even with what they know is the more sanitized version of events Sonic gives them everyone is shocked to find out this was actually how Tails was as a little baby toddler guy when Sonic first found him. Cause they all know how sweet Tails is. The difference is night and day. They are all also immediately mentally planning murder. (- Meanwhile people on Westside Island again "why do I hear Tyler Smyth now???? wtf??")

They all just get sad and angry cause who could hurt Tails (exceptions being made to this rule for Eggman and the rest of their circle of villains cause villains gonna villain).

I imagine Amy just starts crying cause she's upset that, that happened to Tails. But also she about to bust out that hammer and hunt some people down.

Knuckles is upset and suddenly feels really guilty about some of those early days fights he used to get into with Sonic and Tails when they all first met. But also recalling some small moments where a hint of this came out when he first met Tails but never to the extent he had seen earlier that day.

Rogue already kinda knew about it cause..spy, but not the full extent. Her info was coming from second hand sources that tried to hide the fact that they were so cruel to one of the only people who can/has stopped Eggman. She already got names and faces and she's about to get a bunch of new stuff when she robs all of them blind. And she's also planning on taking Omega with her, let him cause some chaos, blow up a few thing for fun-sies.

Shadow about to march up stairs, pick up BT, tell Sonic "this is mine now" and march out with a new brother. Also pay a little visit to Westside Island with Rogue cause he knew that face she made, she already has names and he wants in. Tails just reminds him so much of Maria and BT got Shadows 'thought to be long gone' protective brother instincts kicking into overdrive now.

The rest of this goes down with all of them just spoiling the hell outta BT, getting told stories from BT about his life and it just being one of the saddest things they ever have heard ever, and figuring out how to fix it by hunting down whoever did it to MAKE them fix it.

Bonus points: They also get to see how destructive BT is with weapons and learn:

1) why Sonic ban Tails from making some types of weapons.

2) that Sonic actually has the patience of a saint for a little destructive BT

3) Tails is way more down to murder than they had previously thought

Anyways hope you enjoyed my rambles. Long busy week so sorry if it's a little all over the place. It was a long post but it's also been a while since I posted.

#miles tails prower #tails the fox #sonic the hedgehog #they're brothers your honor #feral tails #let him bite

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masterqwertster · 3 days

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Well, I decided to write more for the Breaking, Mending timeline, since Fresh Cat Grass shenanigans have been bouncing around in my head. Though we don't yet get into those (much) here in ch2

Wake Up, the New Body Just Dropped

Fresh Cut Grass really didn’t expect to come online again.

It’s not that he doubts his friends love him enough to bring him back, but more the manner in which he died.

Theoretically, resurrection magics will work on Fresh Cut Grass. They have a soul that can be retrieved from death and a body to return it to. But, resurrections generally require a mostly intact body, as they close the mortal wound and get the body going again. And FCG had not only destroyed their power core, the closest thing they had to a heart, but the force of the detonation of their core would have sundered the rest of their body into scrap metal (that had sort of been the point. One final blow that could fell Otohan Thull before she could kill any of the others, even as it took his life).

But maybe a new body could be built for him. Fresh Cut Grass’s original body was built, created and enchanted in some ancient forge long destroyed. Maybe incorporating what was left of him into a new build would make it still count as his body. Like an extreme parts swap or modification. It’s not like FCG wasn’t swapping parts out before, this would just be far more extensive than anything he’d done in his life (that he could remember).

Regardless, Fresh Cut Grass returns to consciousness from the (eventually) eternal rest of death.

The new body Bells Hells has had constructed for him sure seems to be something.

Even in the brief moment of initial return, FCG can tell that this body gets a lot more data input from its surroundings than their old one. There’s so many more sensations coming through from all over this new body. Some of those sensations they barely recognize from the few times they’ve been polymorphed, though it all seems so new now that FCG has their full faculties to process what animal instinct had easily worked through and often dismissed as unimportant.

Though whatever programming is built into the sigils and arrays that allow FCG all of this sensory feedback seems a bit… messy, he supposes is the best way to put it. It doesn’t neatly sort and categorize to give him a basic idea of what he is dealing with based on whatever knowledge was built into him (maybe. Fresh Cut Grass doesn’t remember the first time he truly came online, back when he was Faithful Care-Giver. He doesn’t know if his basic facts were taught to him or written into him). Instead it is all sensation that his mind is struggling to make sense of, leaning into the experience of his previous body and those animal brain distorted memories of Polymorph.

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#MQfic #fcg #fresh cat grass au

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theluckywizard · 2 months

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In the Shattering of Things, Chapter 69: Artifice

Chapter Summary: The Winter Palace dazzles and overwhelms Rose on her first major political caper. The tasks are clear: find the assassin, find enough dirt to blackmail an empire in her favor, save Thedas. No big deal.

Fic Summary: Lady Rose Trevelyan's idle, aristocratic life blinks out in a haze of irrelevance when the breach destroys the Conclave. She may be soft and coddled when she joins the Inquisition, but there's a fierceness inside her she's yet to fully recognize. Armed with only a few relevant skills and the mark that makes her a legend, she is thrust onto a path delivering hope where it’s long been scorched away and finds comfort in the grumpy, handsome stick in the mud charged with her protection and training. As she stumbles her way across southern Thedas, she begins to realize she's tangled at the center of machinations she barely understands, and she's not alone in that. Enter Hawke.

Excerpt and art below the cut 👇

He hunches over a massive book on her desk, bound in the skin of an animal with its hair intact almost like the smooth, spotted coat of one of father’s hunting hounds. The corners of the grimoire are secured with ornately filigreed metal fittings. Maker knows how old it is or what secrets are contained therein. I reach to open it but Hawke catches me by the wrist.

“Don’t touch anything. It could be rigged with spells for all we know,” he says softly. He withdraws a dagger out from under his jacket, gives it a tentative poke looking for a magical trap and then uses it to unfold a letter that sits partially curled on the desk. I swing around the desk to read it upside down.

“It’s from Celene,” I say. “She begs Morrigan to be by her side all night. Concerns about assassins.” I glance up at him. “So she knows already.”

Hawke cranes his neck around me, his expression plainly perplexed by whatever he’s caught sight of.

“What?” I ask as he walks out of the office. “Hawke.”

“There’s a cat,” he says, over his shoulder. “A Maker forsaken cat. It’s a little weird, right? Don’t normally think of cats in these great palaces, do you? In the library no less.”

A sense of uneasiness washes over me as he approaches a small gray tiger that walks curiously in our direction.

“Hawke,” I say again, prickles running the length of my back. Hawke turns to me fully, gesturing behind him.

“You don’t like cats?”

In a whisper of motion, the cat silently grows into an elaborately, darkly adorned woman behind Hawke. Celene’s arcane advisor. Hawke turns back before I can warn him and he stumbles backward with a startled curse. I jog to Hawke’s side instinctively, feeling sure that I’m better off next to him in the presence of such a creature, whose office alone smacks of blood magic and competence.

“Well, well, well,” slinks a sultry, smoky voice across the silver-lit library, gliding like an enigma embodied. “What do we have here? The Inquisitor, fabled Herald of the faith, delivered from the grasp of the Fade by the blessed Andraste herself and some… manner of lace-festooned brute? ‘Tis hardly the place for guests.”

Hawke tilts his head with dawning familiarity and taps his finger against his lips.

“Mordred? Morgoth? Morgan is it? No, no. Give me a minute. I’ll get it.”

All vestiges of mystery evaporate as Hawke disassembles her with his usual antics.

“Morrigan.”

She slumps her shoulders and rolls her eyes. “I should have guessed it was you.”

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#in the shattering of things #dragon age fan fiction #rose trevelyan #cullen x trevelyan #hawke x trevelyan #wicked eyes wicked hearts #I had to bring Hawke to the Winter Palace #Too much fun

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xiema · 5 months

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Oneshot: Good day lieutanant Vanto

AU for "Good day lieutenant Vanto." but Thrawn is just started crying

Pairing: Thrawn/Eli Vanto

Rating: General

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As soon as Thrawn recognized the Steadfast, he knew his meeting with Eli was inevitable. Ar'alani trusted his judgment and Eli was unskilled with numbers, so it was logical to assume the human was among the crew. And yet he tried to convince himself that it was okay, that he was ready.

Well, reality loved to show him how wrong he was.

When his gaze met Eli's, who stood out like a painted Loath-cat among all the Chiss of the Steadfast, the world around Thrawn seemed to stand still for an eternity. He took the time to look at him as if he were seeing him for the first time. A year had passed and yet Thrawn remembered every detail about Eli. His warm voice accented by the wild space that set him apart from all the other Imperial soldiers. The wild hair, which Thrawn knew took the human hours to get right, so he preferred to leave it alone. The warm chestnut brown eyes that Thrawn had lost himself in after their first meeting. The freckles he complained about after every shore leave mission, because the sun had made them more visible again and he was ashamed of them. Right down to the broad smile that made the Grand Admiral's heart leap every time he saw it. There was something about Eli that had fascinated Thrawn from their first meeting and still did today.

So no, Thrawn was anything but ready for this meeting.

For Thrawn, the Ascendancy always came first, then family, friends and lastly himself, that's how every Chiss was taught from childhood and that's how it should be. Nevertheless, there were many who looked at him askance when they found out that he had practically no private life. The military was all Thrawn had, all he had ever known, he was never given the chance to be anything other than a soldier. And until now, there had been no reason to want to be anything else.

Then he met Eli and his world was turned upside down.

He was the first person in Thrawn's life who had made him consider, if only for a moment, the possibility of dropping everything, just leaving and building a life with the man he'd fallen in love with. All he had to do was tell him, Thrawn knew Eli felt the same way. Three simple words. A year ago, shortly after his appointment as Grand Admiral, would have been the perfect moment.

But then he realized what that meant.

If he made a life with Eli, his deal with the Emperor would be null and void, and in the process, the Grysk would destroy both of their galaxies. It was a risk Thrawn could not take.

For the greater good.

Thrawn's feelings didn't matter, not as long as the Grysk posed a threat. No matter how much he wished it, no matter how much he missed Eli. So he had no choice but to do what he always did: act the perfect soldier. "Good day, Lieutenant Vanto." And to hope that the pain would one day become more bearable. Even if he knew that would only remain wishful thinking. The pain would never go away. It was now a part of him.

Thrawn watched wordlessly as the smile disappeared from Eli's face, leaving behind an expression of utter irritation.

But then even that expression faded, giving way to something Thrawn hadn't expected.

Worry.

"Sir.....is everything all right?"

Irritated, the Chiss hesitated for a moment, "Of course Lieutenant, why do you ask?"

"Because you cry." There was no judgment in Eli's words. Eli felt his smile suddenly disappear from his face. But not because of the cold greeting, rather because of the tears that made their way along the Chiss' features without warning.

As the first tears fell, Eli's first instinct was to wash them away. He wanted to wrap his arms around Thrawn, to tell him that no matter what the cause, he would be with him. That they could get through it together, just as they always had. But then reality hit him.

He watched as Thrawn, uncharacteristically, literally stormed off, leaving him without another word. Eli knew that any attempt to stop him or confront him would be futile, and yet he couldn't help but wonder. They had always been so close, so why the cold greeting? Weren't they friends?

Friends.....

The truth was that Eli felt more for Thrawn than friendship. In the years they had worked together, his initial resentment towards the Chiss had turned into something that had scared Eli at first. Without realizing it, he had fallen in love with Thrawn, and in the year they had been apart, his feelings hadn't wavered an inch.

Thrawn was opaque, hard and cold as a rock. But if you managed to get a little closer to him, despite all his rough edges, then you realized that Thrawn was not cold or emotionless. Quite the opposite. He was not Pryce, Thrawn took no pleasure in sacrificing lives, be it rebels or his own people. He just thought differently. And this difference in the Grand Admiral was something that fascinated Eli so much, despite all the trouble it had caused them in the past.

Yes, Eli had fallen in love with Thrawn. Those bright red eyes that reminded him so much of the red gems that could only be found on Lysatra. The playful tone in his voice when Thrawn made others follow his plans. The slight grin when one of his plans came to fruition, which they almost always did. All this and all the strange idiosyncrasies that characterized him. No matter how much they drove Eli mad. His strange obsession with art, his unemotional nature, his inability to stick to rules, or his habit of immersing himself in a project and not being able to let it rest until it was finished.

Eli had actually assumed that the feelings were mutual. There had been so many moments between them that had made him hope that it was. Moments when he had thought that Thrawn would finally say it. But the Grand Admiral had just made it abundantly clear that everything going on between them was purely business.

"May I give you some advice, Lieutenant Vanto?"

Eli was startled, he hadn't heard the Ar'alani coming and in the same breath cursed himself for his inattention "Of course Admiral."

"If you really love him, you can't wait for him to make the first move."

"I don't understand."

"Thrawn believes he is the only one who can protect our people from the Grysk, and he would give anything to ensure that safety. Even if that means neglecting his own needs and desires. I've seen Thrawn let his chance at happiness slip away because he thought it was the right thing to do."

"For the greater good."

"The path he has chosen for himself is a lonely, a self-destructive one." She grabbed his shoulder as she passed him. "Don't let him go, Eli." There was something so sad in the Admiral's words, almost as if she were speaking from experience. No matter what had happened between them, he sensed the deep concern Ar'alani felt for Thrawn.

Eli made a decision, he would not let Thrawn go just like that, at least not without telling him how he felt about him. Even if he pushed him away.

Thrawn, on the other hand, was glad that he hadn't bumped into anyone on the way to his office. He locked the door and turned his attention to his art collection. But his thoughts were everywhere but on the paintings and sculptures in front of him. Why was he crying? He hadn't cried since... since the night he had found out that the Mitth family wanted to adopt him. So why now?

His thoughts were interrupted when the door behind him suddenly opened and at the voice that answered he didn't dare turn around. Not when his face was still streaked with tears, "Thrawn, can we talk?"

The Grand Admiral didn't turn around, he just straightened up and crossed his arms behind his back in his usual professional manner. "What do you want here?"

"You gave me the override code in case of an emergency, remember?"

"This is hardly an emergency." He replied. Even though Thrawn tried, his command lacked the usual conviction. He didn't want Eli to go, and Eli wasn't ready to leave.

Eli sighed, "Maybe, but there's something I should have told you a long time ago. I've just been too cowardly to do it."

"I want to be alone."

"Thrawn, please." There was something pleading in the human's voice, but no matter how much Thrawn wanted to listen to him, he knew it wasn't possible.

"Go now." Thrawn replied firmly. He didn't want to hear it.

"Not until you listen to me." A short pause followed. A pause that seemed to Thrawn to be empty. "I care about you, more than I ever hoped to believe, and I'm tired of pretending otherwise. I love-"

"Don't say it. You don't know what you're doing."

"What are you afraid of?"

Of the fact that once Eli said those words, there was no turning back. But these words never left the Chiss's lips: "I'm not afraid."

For a while, only the whirring of the hologram broke the silence between them. Thrawn heard Eli start to move, the footsteps coming closer and closer, finally stopping right behind him and placing a hand gently on his shoulder.

"Please, look at me." The words were no more than a whisper, and yet they managed to send a shiver down Thrawn's body. He hesitated for a moment or two, but in the end he complied with the request. For the first time, Thrawn let go of his mask and revealed to Eli all that had been pent up beneath it for so long, the tears that had not dried up and the fatigue that had been haunting him for years.

"I love you, Thrawn. I want to spend my life with you. As long as you want me too." Eli took Thrawn's face in his hands, brushed away a tear with his thumb, and smiled as he realized how Thrawn nestled into the gesture with the same desperation as a man who had wandered the desert for days without water and was now presented with a glass of water.

"I love you too." He had said it. He had finally said it. Even if for different reasons, they both felt a great weight lift from them. "I'm so tired, Eli. So incredibly tired. I want to go home. Home to you."

Eli smiled, "When this is all over, I'll take you home." He leaned forward to touch the Chiss's lips. It was a promise Eli was only too happy to fulfill.

Reality loved to show him how wrong he was, but in most cases, everything would turn out in Thrawn's favor.

#grand admiral thrawn #thrawn #mitth'raw'nuruodo #eli vanto #thranto #thrawn need a hug #hurt/comfort #romance #star wars #thrawn trilogy #star wars fanfiction #oneshot

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bluegekk0 · 4 months

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how would the characters react to losing fpk?

ohh yeah that's a good question. it's not something i want to think about (fpk dying that is), but i still think that discussing such possibility is a good way to explore each character

grimm - oh man, he would be completely devastated. fpk disappearing without a trace was already very hard on him, but at least he could hold onto a small glimpse of hope that wherever fpk was, he was alive and well. but if he actually died? fpk is what gave meaning to his life, as unhealthy as it is, the relationship was the only light in his life for a long while, even if at the time they were just friends. so i actually wouldn't be surprised if one of his first instincts would be to completely give up. the only way to kill him is to destroy the nightmare heart, and, well. i wouldn't put it past him to attempt that. i think the only thing stopping him from going with it would be lewk. of course, hornet and holly are also like his children, but lewk is the fruit of his love for fpk, so if he decided to keep going, it would be for him. and if there is a god of death somewhere in their world, he would be willing to personally face them and drag fpk out of the afterlife. would it be possible? probably not, but that wouldn't stop him

hornet - on the surface, she wouldn't react as emotionally as grimm. she's used to losing everyone around her, right? that's what she would tell herself. but deep down, it would affect her more than any other death. she loved fpk, despite their hardships, he was her dad, he was always there for her when she was a child. she may have said a lot or cruel things to him in her anger, but she never truly meant any of it. so if he died, she would be devastated. not as openly as grimm, but she wouldn't move on as easily as she'd hope

holly - they would be heartbroken, though i do think they would take it a bit better than the others. with wl being their mother, they definitely inherited some of that distance towards their own emotions, so they don't get influenced by them as much as the others. and in a time like that, they would try to support everyone else. they can't cry, they don't have the rage within them to react in anger, so this is the best they could do to cope with it. there's also definitely the fact that, aside from lewk, they had the shortest time to experience fpk as their father. that's not to say they never got attached to him, quite the opposite. but it can't be denied that it would have an effect on how they process this, and at the very least it would allow them to support others

zote - he's not very close to fpk at any point in the au, so he wouldn't be as affected by his potential death. of course, he would feel the loss, whether he likes it or not he did get used to seeing fpk around, so his absence wouldn't go unnoticed. he'd definitely act like an ass to cover up the fact that he does actually feel saddened by it, as expected from him

lewk - his reaction would depend on how old he is at that point. if he's very young, he would have trouble understanding what happened and why his dad is gone, and even if the others explained it to him, he wouldn't fully process it until he was older. he'd definitely feel grimm's grief, not just as an emotion but its effects - grimm's sense of joy would be gone, and lewk would quickly notice the change in his behavior. i could see him becoming more close to holly as a result, since both grimm and hornet would be too consumed by their grief to properly look after him, even if grimm tried his best to hold it together for his sake

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fuck man, i got really sad just thinking about this. now i feel the need to draw them all hugging and being happy. the blorbo version of hugging your cat or dog when you see a tragic story about someone else's pet

#ask stuff #feral pk au

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Incorrect Quotes of the Kingdom Pt. 6 (Ft. FNaf)

Ganondorf: You played me like a fiddle.

Link: Actually no, fiddles are quite hard to play, and I am not smart enough to do so. I played you like the cheap kazoo you are.

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Rauru: I wish I had a tight-knit group of friends to fight crime with.

Tulin: I wish I had a tight-knit group of friends to commit crime with.

Gregory: I wish a had a tight-knit group of friends.

Roxy: I wish I had friends.

Link: I wish I could knit.

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Purah: Link has no survival instincts. I think he was born without them.

Rauru: That can't be true!

Purah: Oh yeah? I'll prove it. Hey, Link! Race you downstairs!

Link: *Jumps out the window of a three-story building.*

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Link: Can you be quiet? I'm trying to think.

Revali: Yeah, no worries. Doing anything for the first time can be difficult.

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Link: Why stop at capitalism? Destroy everything.

Gregory: *Holding an unlabeled cardboard box.* Way ahead of you.

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Michael Afton: How are you alive?

William Afton: How are you alive?

Michael Afton: Fair point.

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Ganondorf: Open up RIGHT NOW!

Link: It started when I was six years old...

Ganondorf: I MEANT THE DOOR. OPEN THE DOOR!

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Mipha: Why would anyone want to harm Link?

Revali: Maybe because they met him?

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Gregory: Do you have any idea what you're doing?

Link: *Gluing several broken STAFF bots together to make a fortress* Why start now?

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Link: HYDRATE OR DIE-DRATE!

Gregory: *Aggressively throwing water bottles.*

Glamrock Freddy: Uh... what's up with them?

Purah: They're trying to yell mental health and well-being into all of us.

Tulin: I APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU!

Vanessa: *crying* It's working.

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Link: So, you like cats?

Zelda: Yeah.

Link: *tries to impress them by slowly pushing a glass of water off the table*

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Gregory: Are you a boy or girl?

Mangle: I am a failure.

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Rauru: I'M ADOPTING LINK AND YOU COWARDS CAN'T TELL ME NO!

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Gregory: Do you ever feel like there's a bug on you when there isn't?

Link: Those are the ghosts of bugs you killed before.

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Link: I've done a lot of dumb stuff.

Sidon: I've witnessed the dumb stuff.

Tulin: I recorded the dumb stuff.

Gregory: I joined in on the dumb stuff.

Rauru: I TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF.

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Gregory: I've never seen snow. Can you describe it to me?

Link: Smells like water.

Gregory: It's just like I'm there.

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Vanessa: Why are my hands shaky?

Gregory: Your skeleton is ready to hatch. Congratulations.

Vanessa: This is so ominous, thank you.

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Link: Can I offer you a nice apple in this trying time?

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Gregory: How the heck do I talk to people?

Link: Stand in front of them and press A.

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Tulin: OUR MILKSHAKES BRING ALL THE BEES TO THE CAR!

Gregory: WE SPILLED.

Tulin: ALL OVER THE CAR.

Gregory: BEES ARE.

Tulin: INSIDE THE CAR.

Gregory: THEY COULD KILL US.

Tulin: WE ARE ALLERGIC TO BEES.

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Tulin: You know how we're made of atoms and atoms never touch each other?

Gregory: So, you see, there's no way Link could've punched Revali.

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Link: When people say my name, I'm like... "can't believe I exist."

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Link: I am 39 cheetos tall.

Zelda: You're measuring your height in cheetos?

Link: Yeah, we ran out of doritos.

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Gregory: WAKEY WAKEY EGGS AND BAKEY!

Vanessa: But I'm a vegan.

Gregory: Wakey wakey vegetables and sadness.

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Glamrock Freddy: Everyone, sychronize your watches.

Glamrock Chica: I don't know how to do that.

Monty: I don't have a watch.

Roxy: Neither do I.

Tulin, Gregory, and Link: *Crash through wall in go-kart, wearing 8-bit sunglasses.*

Link: REALITY IS A CONSTRUCT AND TIME IS AN ILLUSION!

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Gregory: Underestimate me. It'll be fun.

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Sidon: I'm genuinely surprised you haven't gotten arrested, let alone gotten a felony yet.

Link: *finger guns* Nat 20 charisma.

Riju: That is NOT how it works.

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Rauru: Link, I am beginning to question your sanity.

Link: *Running to fight a lynel with nothing but tree branches and 4 apples* Really? I always knew it was never there.

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Zelda: What would you do if you were scrolling through Tumblr and someone you didn't know had posted a picture of your dad with a caption that says "hate this guy so much"?

Michael: Reblog it. Duh.

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Random BotW NPC: The first time I saw you, you stole my heart.

Link: I'm a kleptomaniac. That doesn't mean anything.

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Rauru: When Link was washing dishes, he kept pushing glasses under water saying stuff like "Who do you work for? Who's your contact?!"

Sonia: At least he's having fun?

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Glamrock Freddy: Go to the charging station to rest or you'll hate yourself in the morning.

Roxy: I already hate myself.

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Link: Remember to drink water!

Revali: No.

Link: Then become the dirt I walk on!

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Tulin: *Takes free sample twice.* Robbery and fraud. I am a rebel.

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Link: When I get murdered can you make sure it's an unsolved case?

Zelda: Wh-what?

Link: I wanna be on Buzzfeed Unsolved.

Zelda: Cann we go back to the part where you said "when I get murdered"?

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Charlie Emily: Don't joke about murder. I was murdered once and it offends me.

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Link: I creep around the house like a spooky little entity. Standing in doorways and making an entire pack of biscuits disappear in the night.

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Roxy: Why do I always tell people I'm cool? I'm so uncool.

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Revali: I have issues.

Link: Finally, you admit it! The first step to being a better person-

Revali: With you.

Link: Fair enough.

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Zelda: When I said bring me back something from the beach, I meant a seashell!

Link: *Struggling to hold a seagull.* Would've been nice if you TOLD me that!

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Gregory: Money... is like president trading cards.

Vanessa: Gregory, I told you to go to bed half an hour ago.

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Link: I like wearing oversized sweaters. Not just because they're extremely comfy and cuddly, but because whenever the sleeves are really big, I get to flop them around and smack people.

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Link: What's up. I'm back.

Ganondorf: You're dead! I saw you die!

Link: Death is a social construct.

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Link: What would your dad say if he found it?

Tulin: What if we run a little experiment where we find out what happens if we never tell him?

Link: Deal.

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Riju: Where did Link go?

Tulin: He got arrested.

Sidon: What for this time?

Link: *Bursts through the window.* The cops are after me. I thought it would be funny to steal crackers and throw them at people.

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Link: You know you've made it when you see your picture everywhere you go.

Rauru: Those are your wanted posters!

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Vanessa: Remember, curiosity killed the cat.

Link: And satisfaction brought it back. So yes Gregory, go find out if that thing catches fire.

Vanessa: You're a bad influence.

Link: And you don't know your sayings.

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Vanessa: Go to bed.

Gregory: But-

Vanessa: *Cocks gun.* This is no longer a request. This is a threat.

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Revali: Imagine being stupid. Like Link.

Link: Excuse me?

Revali: You're excused.

Link: What was the point in calling me stupid?

Revali: I just thought you needed a reminder.

Mipha: I don't think Link is stupid. I think they're very clever.

Revali: Nobody asked.

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Michael Afton: I have no emotions.

Elizabeth: You cried watching Bambi.

Evan: And the Lion King.

Charlie: And Moana.

Michael: Okay, how about we all shut up.

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Purah: Link, we need to talk about your will.

Link: Why? What's wrong with it?

Purah: All it says is "bury me with extra bones to mess with archeologists lol".

Link: Yeah, and?

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Gregory: I wholeheartedly believe in settling this disagreement like adults

Link: So... rock paper scissors?

Gregory: Exactly.

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