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elluminis · 11 days ago

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One Piece Fic Recs

Unsurprisingly, I’ve read a ton of one piece fics in my day! I thought it might be interesting to make a list of some of my favorites, organized by the main ship. Fics with a ❤️ are an all-time favorite—doesn’t mean they’re necessarily any better, but they make my heart happy :)

Gen:

Already Forever by taizi (NR)

A character study on Luffy, told from Nami’s perspective :)

Fishbowl by taizi (NR) ❤️

Hi this fic is absolutely heartbreaking. There’s a fantastic comic adaptation on tumblr that I’ll have to find and link here (edit: found it), but suffice to say—this fic resonates with a lot of people for a very good reason. Just…read it. You won’t regret it.

Hide The Knives by SrirachaBunny (G)

When Red-Haired Shanks stops by the Moby Dick, Ace’s crewmates come to the horrifying conclusion that since he failed to kill Whitebeard, surely he’ll try to take the other emperor’s head next, right? Fortunately (and to their infinite confusion), they prove to be incredibly wrong.

How I Wanted to Follow You by longingparadise (G)

A bittersweet, POV Outsider future fic. Long after the death of the second Pirate King, it’s become customary for crews seeking the One Piece to stop by a small town in the East Blue, where the Pirate King’s own first mate now resides…

The Many Marriages of the Straw Hat Pirates by LadyCrimsonAndBlack (G)

Basically, how many times can the Strawhats get married to one another for tax benefits?

blow my blues away by LadyCrimsonAndBlack (T)

In which the Strawhats manage to get arrested for everything but piracy.

Losing Time (You Can’t Go Home Again) by HyperbolicReverie (T) ❤️

Law is a character that I adore with all of my heart, and this is an absolutely fantastic character study. This fic had me sobbing in the best possible way.

Numismatics by HyperbolicReverie (T)

The best way I could describe this fic is a POV Outsider semi-character study on Law?? HyperbolicReverie does Law character studies like no other I stg 😭

trouble is a friend of mine by taizi (T)

Is my adoration for POV Outsider showing? In which Sanji is captured, and some inmates chat with him :)

whatever you can still betray by midnightluck (T)

Ace doesn’t make a lot of sense, when you think about it. So the only possible conclusion is that he’s a marine spy, right?

Lawlu:

Not a Ball or a Chain by HollowIsTheWorld (T)

In which Law desperately hopes that his soulmate is platonic, but somehow, Luffy manages to prove him wrong. I absolutely adore a lawlu fic where they’re both explicitly ace/aro-spec :)

Practicality is Useless Around Here by Ghosty_bee (T)

Wherein Law is dragged into the world of the supernatural against his will by the unstoppable force that is Luffy.

Something in a Smile by Pneumatic (T)

One of the few things I like more than a soulmate AU is a soulmate AU where they aren’t actually soulmates. Feat. platonic soulmates Luffy and Zoro :)

A Smile in My Veins by betsib (M)

Vampire!Law is just trying to live his life as a doctor when he stumbles upon paranormal investigator!Luffy at a bar. Feat. my favorite found family Strawhat vibes, a good supernatural AU, and a healthy serving of lawlu :)

Heart by lovely_hina (M) ❤️

In which Law spends a little more time nursing Luffy back to health following the events of Marineford, and Luffy offers him the warmth and comfort that he hadn’t known he’d been missing.

Until we drown by chenziee (T-M)

My favorite type of omegaverse, which is nontraditional! Basically, sex-repulsed omega!Law meets sex-neutral alpha!Luffy. You know me and my love of asexual lawlu :)

Acclimating by justira (E) ❤️

My holy grail of ace/aro-spec lawlu. Just…absolutely fantastic.

Curiouser by xairylle (E)

In which Luffy finds Law reading aloud to be extremely hot :)

I could drown myself in someone like you by sweetdd (M-E) ❤️

I am OBSESSED with everything Dee writes and this is one of the many series of fics that they’ve written that I adore. Feat. childhood friends!lawlu :)

Inhuman Potential by sydneyxface (E) ❤️

Feat. pathologist!Law, vampire!Luffy, a fantastic mystery/thriller plot line, and some wonderful smut :)

Many Hands by AsterC (E)

What if a fic started as filthy smut and then chapter two turned into a complex character study, through the lens of BDSM? *smacks hood of car* this fic has everything!

Matters of the Heart by sweetdd (E) ❤️

I think this fic changed my brain chemistry. The sugar baby!Luffy and sugar daddy!Law AU that I never knew I needed, complete with fantastic smut, heart-wrenchingly human characters, and the unbreakable bond of the ASL brothers :)

My heart’s an autoclave by macabrekawaii (G-E) ❤️

This is actually a series of interconnected oneshots, but it explores one of my favorite lawlu dynamics, which is aro/ace-spec identities and their influence on intimacy. There’s also some zosan and Shachi/Penguin, but I think this series belongs under the lawlu category :)

Marcace:

think once, feel twice by charlie_mou (T) ❤️

I absolutely adore this fic. A soulmate AU where soulmates can feel each other’s strong emotions (and maybe more)? This fic has all my favorite things—an author who has a verifiable treasure trove of info (this time, on sailing and navigation), realistic therapy, and some real fucked up mental health (Ace my beloved).

Zolu:

into flame by kurgaya (T)

Feat. phoenix!Zoro and agender!Luffy. I don’t read zolu very frequently since I have a clear bias for zosan but that just means every zolu fic I recommend is very good 😤

Zosan:

To Brighter Futures by Cherry_Sundae (T)

A future fic, after Luffy has become King of the Pirates. Sometimes, it takes a little extra time and a kick in the ass for things to finally fall into place :)

Cradle and All by Hazel_Athena (T)

It’s Hazel_Athena, the patron saint of T-rated zosan fics! This is a series of accidental child acquisition zosan, and it’s absolutely fantastic :)

Divinity in Your Eyes by rkdlkai (T)

I don’t know how to properly describe this fic? It’s like…a Greek myth, plus a soulmate AU. Good stuff :)

Easy Love by 8ball (T)

In which the entire crew is whammied by a love spell, but Zoro’s been in love with Sanji for a lot longer than a day.

Facade by Hazel_Athena (T) ❤️

The fake-dating AU that WCI needed!

First Breath of Air by Hazel_Athena (T) ❤️

An absolutely brutal late escape from Germa AU :)

Interim Arrangements by Hazel_Athena (T) ❤️

After the Strawhats take down Big Mom, Judge is forced to find a new pirate group to ally himself with. And who better than the group strong enough to take down Big Mom herself?

Merman Verse by Hazel_Athena (T) ❤️

A series of fics—in which a merman washes up on the shores of Germa, and Sanji is hopelessly kind.

Retrograde by Hazel_Athena (T)

In which amnesia is a bitch.

To Have and to Hold by Hazel_Athena (T) ❤️

In which Sanji leaves for Whole Cake Island, but there’s one problem—he’s already married.

Your Place in the Sky by Harubo (T)

In which Zoro is always lost, but Sanji can always find him.

Burning Man by neoglaceon (M) ❤️

This is the fic that opened my eyes to the wonder that is trans!Zoro. Just…an absolutely gorgeous fic.

Deep by CharlieNozaki (M) ❤️

Yet another fic that altered my brain chemistry! This is one of the fics that made me absolutely obsessed with mermaid AUs :)

Fate’s Requiem by three_days_late (G-M) ❤️

This is actually two fics, but they’re both fantastic. Yet another instance of soulmates that aren’t quite what they seem :)

A heavy heart to carry by inkinmyheart (E)

Another supernatural AU, feat. vampire!Sanji and bounty hunter!Zoro. I don’t want to say any more because my favorite part of this fic is a blatant spoiler, but it’s worth the read!

Akkorokamui by Harubo (E)

What can I say, I love a mermaid AU with a side of porn and a sprinkling of cosmic horror!

Ambiguous Ambrosia by auspizien (E) ❤️

Another supernatural AU? In my fic recs? Feat. vampire!Sanji, werewolf!Zoro, and my favorite brand of Strawhat found family :)

caught by onceuponamoon (E)

Well if it isn’t my favorite type of Sanji, which is Sanji with some gender! Plus, an added bonus of trans!Zoro! If my favorite brand of lawlu is ace/aro-spec fuckery, then my favorite brand of zosan is gender fuckery :)

Fingers Only by SweetyGreeny (E)

This is just porn lol. In which one thing leads to another, but Sanji is stubborn and Zoro likes to tempt him.

Horrors Not Yet Known by Trixree (E) ❤️

In which Zoro has a nipple piercing, and Sanji cannot handle it. Featuring some of my favorite dynamics—chaotic Strawhat crew, Sanji with Gender, and dumb shit that gets really emotional.

In Your Dreams by VioletHyena (E) ❤️

What can I say, I love an incubus cambion AU! In which Zoro is a sex demon and Sanji is his best source of food :)

Koe by Nadare (E) ❤️

In which learning to cut steel leaves Zoro with an unintended side effect—he can hear the voices of everything, and it’s slowly driving him crazy. Luckily, getting close to a certain cook helps to quiet the voices…

Language of Loss, Language of Love by 8ball (E)

I find fics that explore a world where the Blues all speak different languages absolutely fascinating—all the more when you factor in everything that Sanji is :)

Language of love by averybidisaster (E)

In which Sanji speaks French, and Zoro decides the only reasonable way to learn if Sanji is into men is to secretly learn French, too.

Midnight Sun by brunetta6 and Springtime4Persephone (E) ❤️

I could not tell you why exactly I’m so obsessed with this fic, but I’m full on hyperfixated. This is a very loose Twilight AU—in the sense that it takes place in Forks, Washington and has vampires and werewolves. I love a good supernatural AU and this fic is basically tailor made for me!

Predisposed Defiance by auspizien (E)

The obligatory Omegaverse fic. What can I say, I love a soulmate AU!

Quench by auspizien (E) ❤️

Hiii I’m absolutely feral for this fic. Feat. tree-fucker Sanji and my absolute favorite vibe for a work of fiction to have, which is mystical and fantastical with a bonus of Fucked Up.

Tell Me What to Do by rkdlkai (E) ❤️

This one is just…pure filth. But pure filth that’s right up my alley! In which Zoro accidentally eats a devil fruit that forces people to obey his every command, and Sanji takes that in the direction that any logical person would.

The Wreckage of Greed by Balderdashfromafool (E)

This fic is just one step away from my favorite vibe any piece of fiction can have—which, that specific combo of fantasy and mysticism is really hard to hit, so I’ll damn as well take what this fic can give me. In which Sanji is traded away in an arranged marriage to the demon king Zoro, but finds him to be far kinder than originally anticipated…

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lani-heart · 10 months ago

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genre(s) -> angst, fluff, smut, non-idol, hybrid au, poly au paring(s) -> ( eventually ) ATEEZ x reader warning(s) -> mentions of violence, mention of putting down / death, etc. words -> 4.2K

abstract -> "Lets make it up to eachother!"

y/n's perspective

“She’s awake! Get the doctor!” I heard and my vision was doubled while my head was throbbing. Where was I? The last thing I remember was…

“Then why don’t you run?”

Did he actually run? Was he finally free like he wanted? How does a hybrid escape without pretending to be human? Oh yeah… the black market.

If he did... I hope it was successful and not all for nothing.

“y/n? How are you feeling?” I heard and I looked to my side. “Jeno… how’s school been?” I offered him a smile and didn’t have to see his face to know he was concerned for me. “Good, I've been focusing on this internship and well I try my best to not lose sleep,” he said and I smiled. “Haechan should learn from you,” I said and I heard his soft laughter.

“How… are they?” I asked and he sighed. “Let’s get you checked out first. I’ll let Taeyong-hyung explain,” he said and I knew it was probably bad.

“Y/n the doctor is gonna come in and do some tests, you’ll be given pain medication and you currently have stitches so this will scar. We’ll set up future appointments” I heard as I saw Johnny enter the room.

I wonder if they're okay.

seonghwa’s perspective

Last week we were finally let out. That would mean she's dead or alive to have them do action. I don't know what they did to San or Hongjoong yet. But I was in observation to see if I should be considered for a breeding farm.

I heard them talk… I had no chance of adoption. My only option was a hybrid farm where their only purpose is to reproduce. It also gave me little hope that she was alive.

I know she’s scared of me… but she would’ve tried to convince them otherwise. I also did hear that Yeosang and Wooyoung were code greens ready for adoption but Wooyoung has been in the medical wing.

“If I could, those tigers would be shipped off. Hongjoong is excessively violent, he killed her. What am I supposed to tell San? Or Wooyoung? Those hybrids are far too dependent on her. If they knew, San would become a bigger threat to himself and Wooyoung would join him” I heard. She was dead…?

I may have not had a lot of hope but a part of me hoped she was alive. Oh, Hongjoong… we caused a mess.

“Seonghwa, you have a check” I heard as they opened my curtain. I saw the employee now opening the glass door. “I’m sorry,” I said… and he looked at me confused.

“If… if I didn’t help her she’d still be alive. Even then I could’ve stopped–" "Seonghwa none of this is your fault, I'm sorry your future isn’t looking too bright,” he said and I felt the tears run down my face.

“My future was never meant to bright”

yeosang's perspective

She was alive. I knew she had to be… there's no way she'd die.

I was in isolation. My records unfortunately were publicly known when I was in here. The accident at a popular apartment complex where politicians, CEOs, and even idols lived took pictures of what happened. They warned me… she called in asking if I was gonna be put up for adoption. If… she was dead. I would get a horrible punishment for defying her… maybe even move the country?

“Yeosang, are you ready for some air?” I heard one of the employees. I remember him being called… Jaemin? He was a friend of hers. “Any news?” I asked and he sighed.

“Don’t worry, she’ll be fine” he said and I nodded. “Do you believe that?” I asked and it caught him off guard. He was supposed to make me feel better. I know he’s not allowed to say anything…

“Look… she’s the strongest person I know. The last time I saw her, Johnny promised to make sure she was alright and my friend worked with him. She’s in a stable condition”

liar. He was lying…

“You don’t believe me do you?” he asked and I shook my head.

“She’s… not in stable condition. In fact, they're trying their best to monitor her at all times–” “What’s wrong with her?” I asked and he sighed. We started walking outside as he looked to think about what he’d say.

“Hongjoong when he clawed her jaw hit a vein connected to her heart. The week before when Kun was there, she flatlined but I know she’s stable now we just need her to wake up. If not she might be in a coma for longer than we’d hope” he explained and I could only feel hatred for those tigers and myself… I pushed her, and I misinterpreted her feelings. She was scared of them… and even us.

“Is there hope?” I asked and his smile said everything. It was forced and I could see the glassy look in his eyes. “There's always hope”

Liar.

wooyoung’s perspective

“Wooyoung you need to eat, we don’t want to put you up with the purple code hybrids. She’s not gonna be happy when–” “How can she feel anything? She’s not here… she’s dead isn't she?” I cut him off. The doctor sighed and shook his head.

“No, she's not dead,” he said and I didn’t believe him.

“Do it for her… don’t you think she’ll be distraught to see you in a worse state than before? When she saw you she said she was heartbroken. To know that you were a depressed hybrid… that those who promised her to take care of you weren’t–" "She’s not here!” I yelled.

“Let me mourn her… she isn’t coming back,” I said and I was fully convinced. She would’ve been here already, she’s gone. I should’ve been there.

“Wooyoung you need to take care of yourself, your weight is dropping and you’ll start to get sick..” I turned him out. I didn’t feel hungry… not when I used to live a fantasy almost two weeks ago now. I was hopeful at first…

but then she never came back.

san’s perspective

The world… stopped.

My world stopped… code purple. For hybrids who are dangerous to themselves, mainly ones who experience such stress, or depression they harm themselves.

Would it be so bad to be with her again? Constrained and isolated… How was Wooyoung doing? Was he like me?

I missed the feeling of that collar on my neck, the feeling of her warmth, I miss her. Where is she? How long has it been since I've been here?

Surely only a few hours… I wonder when she’ll be here. Maybe in a few hours?

“San, how are you feeling?” I heard and I finally saw someone after they put me here. “I’m… tired,” I said, I was tired, my mind felt like I was spinning and I felt sick.

“Do you remember what I told you last time?” he asked me. “What?” I asked and he sighed. “San, I've been here three times a day for two weeks now,” he said and I was confused. I laughed, “It's only been a few hours…” I said and he shook his head.

“I’ll remind you later, today we thought it would be good to take you outside” he said and I shook my head. “San, do you remember when you arrived here after the fight? You lost any sense of time and thought you lived the same day over and over again. You improved so much afterwards… she would want you to improve and get adopted again” he said and I shook my head.

“I am adopted, she’s my mate” I said and he sighed almost like he was tired.

“San, we’ve been having the same conversation for the past two weeks, almost three times a day”

hongjoong’s perspective

My hands felt dirty… They didn’t let me go to the cells anymore.

I need to get rid of her blood. I didn't mean to kill her. I… where was Seonghwa? Was he okay? Did he get adopted already? Maybe she’s alive and she took them… but not me.

I don’t deserve it… besides living with humans? I hate them… I hate her… but I want to apologize. I hope she’s okay. I want her to be okay. But is she? Why would they send me away if that's the case, they were preparing to send me off.

I was slowly accepting what I was destined for… I was gonna die. Born into a circus, I was always gonna die.

“You’re scheduled to leave in three days” I heard. It was the main doctor… “Dr. Doyoung will take you in to check your wounds,” he said and I was unchained from the ground to be led to the medical wing.

He knocked on the door when it revealed another employee… and Wooyoung? He looked… starved. His eyes looked lifeless and dark circles prominent.

He looked up at me to not even react. They led him away, speaking to him in a cheerful voice as if wanting to cheer him up. “You ruined the lives of four hybrids,” the behaviorist said to me.

“What's wrong with him?” I asked and he scoffed.

“The healthiest right now is probably Seonghwa and Yeosang. Yeosang though is still clinging to her being alive, while Wooyoung has refused to be cooperative with this severe depressive episode, even San has lost all sense of time and is worse. All humans aren't evil, but you let that control you and even ruined your own chance to actually live” he said as I went inside the room to see the doctor.

I… I'm sorry…

y/n’s perspective

“Two weeks?” I asked and they nodded. “Johnny and Jeno tried their best to take care of you… but you were asleep for two weeks and they thought for a minute your body was in shock, especially after your flatline last week.

“I… what?” I was confused with everything. Two weeks I was out… What happened to them? “You’re okay physically, the tests they've done should help and it looks like they helped you gain some strength to walk despite being comatose for two weeks” he explained and I nodded.

“Curious about anything?” Taeyong asked and I wanted to ask but I was scared. “I’m curious. Curious as to why you were suddenly scared of your hybrids. Kun told me that your hybrids said you started to be detached and started avoiding them and it was clarified that you were scared” he said and I nodded.

“When I did the interviews… Hongjoong mentioned that hybrids do anything to survive even if they pretend to like their owners” I said and he laughed at me. “You’ve clearly forgotten how those three looked at you. Wooyoung used to– actually has been obsessed with you for years, Yeosang is the most overprotective hybrid i've ever seen and San? He loves you… he was your first hybrid and he… he’s a code purple right now” he said and i stopped. I felt frozen…

“A… a code purple?” I said hoping I heard wrong and he nodded.

“He’s lost track of time… he thinks it's been hours. His mind is scattered in events, sometimes he’ll think he’s there because he attacked you and become depressed, or he’ll think the attack was minutes before and scream that he’ll kill that tiger. The worst of it is, right now… he’s waiting for you to show up in front of him. He thinks it's been hours and you’ll recover soon, for him it hasn't been two weeks”' he explained and he wiped my cheek.

“He… he’s no, you're messing with me. San… I need to see him!” I declared and he grabbed my elbow. “You shouldn't be so rash. No one knows you’ve recovered… Kun thinks you're as good as dead. He was there when you flatlined and thought there's no hope” he said and everything was overwhelming.

“I need to see him,” I pleaded and he smiled. “And we will, just let me go to the station first. We’ll go later today, I want to take you back home–" "No” I refused and he sighed.

“The blood is clean… Wonyoung had people clean your apartment–" "It won’t feel right with them not there” I argued and he sighed.

“Give me a few hours then, I'll call Yuta and Shotaro, they'll take care of you,” he said and I sighed. “I’m a grown woman I don’t need to be taken care of” I argued and he nodded.

“Okay… but they’ll meet with you to make sure you're okay, '' he said and I nodded. “I can walk–” “I need time alone… I know where they work” I said and he nodded. “Be careful, you just–” “Taeyong please” I pleaded and he nodded as he left.

I couldn't stop the tears flowing down. I was an idiot… I doubted them and I failed Hongjoong… I need to talk to him–

“Why are you crying again?” I heard as I noticed a man in front of me. It was the man that helped me before. “It's been a long day” I answered and he nodded.

“I’m sorry to hear that, but please don’t cry, surely whatever it is it can be fixed?” he said with a cheerful smile. “Have you ever owned a hybrid?” I asked and his eyes widened. “Only one,” he said and I nodded. “How do you know their feelings are genuine and they actually love you?” I asked and he chuckled.

“That's an interesting question… Well, hybrids are known for faking they care but that's a rare few. If you treat them with love and care I can assure you they will be the same” he said and I nod.

“What if they fake it though, even if you love them to the best of your ability?” I asked and he hummed. “Well, a hybrid can fake words, but the things they do have meaning. Where– I mean hybrids are like animals by the end of the day. They have animal habits they follow, like uhm bunnies circle around their owners, fox hybrids are dependent on owners and usually bond to one person for the rest of their life–" "What about canines and panthers?” I asked and he chuckled.

“That's a weird pair?” he laughed and I smiled.

“Well, panther hybrids only really expose themselves to their owners when they fully trust them so sleeping is a big one. Uhm… panthers are actually known to cook or feed their mates as an act of love? –” San often would feed me off his own plate and make me eat more… and he would always say how he preferred sleeping in my room.

He was showing he trusted me…

“– Dog hybrids however, are known to scent their mates and groom them? So dog hybrids will often fix their owners hair or males would often scent their owner to tell others to back off” he explained and suddenly Yeosang made much more sense to me.

“I can tell you're a good hybrid owner… any hybrid would be lucky for someone to care about them like you do” he said and I smiled.

“Thank you…?” I didn't know his name. “Oh? Uhm my name! My name is… Yunho” he said and I smiled. “Thank you, Yunho! My name is y/n” I said and he smiled.

“It was my pleasure, ah! I think you dropped this?”

Yuta and Shotaro were spamming my phone.

I was now in front of the infamous building… The Seoul Hybrid Rehabilitation Center.

I entered and I was immediately greeted by a shocked Haechan. I smiled at the boy who couldn’t even produce a sentence. “YOU'RE OKAY!” he yelled and I laughed as he hugged me tight. “We were convinced you weren’t gonna wake up” he muttered and I ruffled his hair. “Where's Kun?” I asked and he sighed. “Kun cares about you a lot… so does Doyoung but Kun sees you like his little sister–”

“Haechan, what's going on with him?” I asked and he sighed

“He’s planning on sending Wooyoung and San to Jeju’s Rehabilitation Center, as for Yeosang… There's a threat of legal action with his previous owner, Seonghwa is going to be moved to a breeding farm, and Hongjoong is being sent out of Korea '' he explained and I was speechless.

“W-What?” I asked and he nodded. “Kun right now is out but he’ll be back soon–” “Take me to San,” I said and he shook his head. “Only Kun and Doyoung have the key to get in there… and you're not supposed to be allowed without them knowing,” he said and I smiled.

“Please, let me see one of them?” I asked and he nodded. “I can take you to Yeosang,” he said and I nodded. He talks to have someone come get me and lead me to Yeosang.

“y/n?” I heard and saw Renjun. I smiled softly and offered a hug. “I'm so glad you're okay! When did you get discharged” he asked and I sighed. “Maybe two hours ago?” I said and he scoffed. “You should be resting–” “I need to see if they're okay” I cut him off and he nodded.

He leads me around the green code hybrids seeking adoption until we go towards the ones who have not been cleared for adoption.

“He’s missed you a lot,” he said and I smiled. He opened the curtain and I saw he was asleep. “Jaemin has been trying his best to cheer up him and Wooyoung but it's been hard for them,” he said and I nodded. “I’m only doing this cause I know he won’t hurt you and he is still your hybrid,” he said as he opened the kennel and waited for me to enter.

I nod and go in to kneel close to his bed. I pet his ears softly as he whined and opened his eyes slightly. “Hello, sleeping beauty,” I said and his ears flattened on his head.

“Are you real?” he asks as he grabs my hand, tightening it as if I'd disappear. “I’m real, Yeosang,” I said and he sat up looking at me for what felt like a few minutes before he started crying.

“Please, be real! I… I miss you” he said as he hugged me tightly. I rubbed it back as he sobbed. “I’m here, I promise,” I said and he pulled away to look at me. I wanted to cry too… so many times I got into my head that he faked everything to hide away from his owner when I should’ve known better.

His hand cupped my jaw to where my bandages lay. “Does it hurt?” he asked and I smiled. “I’ll heal,” I said and he nodded.

“I’m sorry for making you adopt them–” “It's not your fault… I got in my own head. Hongjoong is rough around the edges–” “You shouldn’t defend him” he said angrily and I smiled.

“Yeosang…. He was wronged. I should’ve voiced my thoughts sooner, but he deserves a second chance. What you suggested was sweet… he’s lived tormented by humans so he deserves to feel loved even if he doesn't know how to accept it” I said and his eyes widened. He nods…

“You’re too good to be real. I still don’t believe you're actually here… maybe you're a true angel visiting me in my dreams'' he said and I chuckled. “I don’t have wings or a halo,” I said and he chuckled.

“Doesn’t mean you aren't an angel to me” he said and I smiled.

“y/n?” I heard and I looked behind me to see Doyoung. “Did Haechan tell you?” I asked and he nodded. “I-I’m, why didn’t they tell us you were awake?!” he asked and I smiled while looking at Yeosang. “Well, I did wake up two hours ago,” I said and Yeosang laughed. “You should be resting,” he said and I smiled.

“I know… Doyoung. Can I see San?” I asked and he sighed. “I don’t have the key… Kun has taken charge of seeing Hongjoong and San, I only see them to check up on them” he said and I nodded.

“And… Wooyoung?” I asked and he sighed almost nervously.

“He’s… he needs to see you”

Yeosang was gonna be checked one last time by Doyoung while he led me in front of Wooyoung’s kennel. “Be careful with him… he’s been worse than I've ever seen him” he said and Yeosang didn’t want to let go of my hand.

“I’ll be here when you're out, I promise,” I said and he didn’t look convinced. “When have I ever lied to you? Or broken a promise?” I asked and he nodded.

They leave me alone with Wooyoung’s key. I knock before opening the door… It's to tell the hybrid I'm going in. I open it and see that he’s already staring at the door. His eyes widened.

“y/n?” he said and I noticed how hoarse his voice was. How skinny he was… how tired he looked. “Hello, Woo,” I said, trying my best to offer a happy smile as I felt my vision blur. “You're… alive?” he said, confused and not moving.

“Missed me?” I said and I sat down on the floor to sit at eye level with him. “I…” he was speechless. I smiled as I hugged him… his tears and sobs broke my heart. The way he tightened his grip on my body and let out cries was the only thing I could focus on.

He struggled with words as he sobbed.

“I... I lost- any hope that you were alive!” he let out and I felt a serious ache in my heart. “I’m sorry,” I said and he shook his head as he let go and ghosted his hand on my jaw. “It's not your fault,” he said and I knew what he suggested.

“It's not his fault either… I should’ve talked about what I was feeling "I said and he said nothing but hugged me. We sat there on the floor with him hugging me in silence.

“Wooyoung '' I heard as I saw Yeosang in his regular clothes and his collar. “Yeosang?” he said as he lifted his head without letting me go to see his friend. “The doctor wants to see you so he can discharge you,” he said and he tightened his grip on me.

“I’ll still be here… you get to be in comfortable clothes and your collar again,” I said and he nodded letting go but did move to leave.

“She’ll still be here,” Yeosang said and Wooyoung nodded. “Can… Can we get food from that street food market?” he asked and I smiled. “Anything you want,” I said and he nodded. He leaves but not without looking at me one last time and giving me a slight smile.

Progress…

“Are you gonna take in those tigers again?” Yeosang asked and I sighed. “I hate how I… I want to give them a second chance. A better chance without me being scared of them… I took them in because they wanted a better life and I didn’t even try like I did with you, Wooyoung, and San” I explain and nod.

“I don’t trust them” he said and I smiled. “And you have every right to,” I said.

“y/n?” I heard and I saw Jaemin who looked at me with the biggest smile. “How are you doing?” I said and he chuckled. “You see Yeosang, she’s okay,” he said and Yeosang nodded. “Jaemin? Can you take me to Seonghwa?” I asked and he sighed. “The tigers are gonna be transferred–” “Kun can’t do that, I'm still their owner,” I said and he chuckled.

“You're the same as ever. Let me take you there then, I'd rather not be sued and in debt even more than I am” he said and I chuckled.

“Yeosang, stay here for Wooyoung,” I said and he shook his head getting ready to argue– “He needs someone here, and I’ll be back,” I said and he nodded reluctantly.

I followed Jaemin when I noticed he was also a code green hybrid. “Seonghwa, you have a visitor,” Jaemin said as he opened the curtain first.

He looked at me shocked.

“You're… I’m sorry! I should’ve stopped Hongjoong, please I-I’m so–” “Seonghwa it isn't your fault '' I said while giving him a smile and he looked at me with wide eyes.

“I’m sorry for not offering you what I did to my hybrids' ' I said and he looked confused. “You deserve a second chance… so does Hongjoong. Let me make it up to you” I said and he shook his head.

“I… I should be asking that of you!” he said desperately and I smiled.

“Let's make it up to each other then!” I said and he was frozen… “I… why do you still want me?” he asked and I shrugged. “You’re a sweet hybrid… a farm doesn’t suit you at all,” I said and I could see tears forming in his eyes.

“I… I really am sorry I wasn't–” “It's not your fault, you… were the sweetest. You tried so hard to earn a place with me and I know you deserve it. So I'm sorry for letting Hongjoong’s words get into my head, I really do think you deserve better Seonghwa '' I said and he was silent.

“Do you accept me?” I asked and he smiled softly.

“If you’ll take me”

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preet-01 · 6 months ago

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Since we're getting into fall weather here, I've been watching period pieces. So here's part one of a maxiel renaissance au with artist max

note: I have very little idea of how money worked in renaissance rome so some suspension of belief is needed for that. though it is a very interesting topic to study based on the little research I did - there were so many types of coins in Italy's history and vary based on the duchy

cw: dubious consent, prostitution

word count: 3287

part one ||| part two

Daniel sighs as he looks at the pouch of coins – ten florins and five grossi. It wouldn’t be enough to get groceries, medicine for Mark, and supplies for Oscar’s apprenticeship.

He would need to ration, Mark’s medicine was a necessity. For all Mark says his leg doesn’t pain him, the doctor had been clear that if they wanted Mark to heal properly then the medicine was necessary. It would take four florins to get all the medicine and bandages – leaving him with six florins and five grossi.

Five florins would get him the supplies for Oscar’s apprenticeship. Signor Cordiani provides most of the materials Oscar needs, but he would need to get his own paper and drawing materials. It also meant that they would need to continue buying the materials as Oscar runs out of them, which left him with one florin and five grossi.

He could get some vegetables and hopefully, he’d be able to make a stew with the few ingredients they had at home. That should last them a few days. They would have two grossi left which Daniel could give to Oscar just in case he would need to buy snacks whilst at his apprenticeship during the day.

The journey from the market to their small home is quick. Neighbors greet him with smiles as they have seen him grow from babe in his mother’s belly to the man he now is. Girls giggle and wave, while men either avert their gazes or leer. Though the girls will do no more than giggle and wave, he is handsome, yes, but he has no money. Or at least not enough to entice any girl into marriage with him. And certainly not when he’s dedicated much of his adulthood so far to taking care of his brothers – marrying him would mean helping him take care of a younger brother who was being apprenticed and an older, bedridden brother.

Oscar is already home when Daniel gets there. Busy mending his cloak, he doesn’t notice Daniel until the door shuts. Scraps of fabric and thread rest on the table next to Oscar, Daniel will need to buy stronger thread and warmer fabric soon as the warm sunny days become cold dark nights sooner and sooner with each passing day.

“I’m sorry,” Oscar mumbles when he looks at the meager groceries and abundant supplies for his apprenticeship with Signor Cordiani.

“Don’t be,” Daniel says. He tries to smile at his little brother so he may reassure him that everything is fine and they are not extremely tight on money at the moment. He needed to be the strong one among the three of them, he needed to take care of his brothers. Mark’s injury kept him chained to the bed with only a few moments of walking every day and Oscar was yet young but the only one of the three of them who had the potential to make a name for himself. So he needed to be strong and work whatever jobs he got to provide for his brothers. “Signora Carini will be giving me an advance on my monthly wages soon,” he lies. It won’t be an advance on anything since Daniel does not have a set wage, he gets paid based on how many clients he has, on how many jobs he takes. “Could you go get water from the well? It was not on my way here,” he asks.

Oscar nods and goes to get some water. Meanwhile, Daniel heads to Mark’s room with the medicine and bandages in hand. Mark is where he had been when Daniel went to work in the morning. Though able to walk a few steps with a cane, the pain in his leg kept him stuck on the bed.

“You didn’t need to buy that. My leg barely even hurts anymore,” Mark grumbles when he sees the items in Daniel’s hands, “the coin could’ve been spent on something else.” Daniel simply raises his brow when Mark winces as he tries to sit up on the bed. Mark had turned to metal work instead of becoming a vendor when their parents were still alive – metalworkers made more money than vendors.

The accident happened a few months ago.

A scalding pot filled with liquid metal had fallen on Mark’s leg. Though the liquid metal hadn’t touched his skin, the heaviness of the pot had broken Mark’s leg and it had burned his skin. The healing process, the doctor has told them, would be slow. Their household had gone from two incomes to one at possibly the worst time ever, not that Daniel would say such a thing to his brothers.

He couldn’t bear to witness their guilty looks or have Oscar not follow his dreams to help Daniel.

Without another word, Daniel peels back the bandages he had done in the morning with the little bit of medicine they had left. Slowly, he cleans the wounds, trying his best to not hurt Mark or worsen the injury. “I spoke to Lucia,” Daniel brings up.

“Hmh?”

“Oscar’s apprenticeship starts soon and you will need someone to help with your leg,” Daniel says, “she’s agreed to come by once every day to check in and make sure you do your daily walk.”

“Daniel-”

“Please, just go along with it for my sake? I worry,” Daniel cuts him off. Mark sighs but nods. Daniel knows that Mark isn’t happy about it, but for Daniel’s sake will do it.

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Daniel had wanted to explore.

With a desire for adventure and a wish to see the world, Daniel spent much of his younger years studying cartography. He had been good at it.

He’d been sixteen when their parents died. It had started as a fever spreading through the city. They’d all gotten it at one point or another, but while they pulled through, their parents hadn’t. Mother was the first to die and his father’s will to survive had lessened until he joined her.

All hopes of his dreams and aspirations died along with them. There really was no other option.

Oscar was just a child, barely eight years old and unable to understand what had happened to their parents. Mark, while older, had to work even more than he previously did. With longer hours and more time spent working, he couldn’t raise Oscar. Nor could they afford to pay someone to look after Oscar.

So Daniel stowed his maps in a chest. Hiding them out of sight but unable to part from something he had loved so much. He’d suppressed his wanderlust and turned his attention to raising his little brother.

He took menial jobs while Oscar was at lessons with other children in their neighborhood. Three to five-hour jobs with little stability so he could earn some money to lessen Mark’s stress and take care of food expenses. He’d done that until he landed on the doorstep of Signora Carini’s artists’ workshop.

It’d started innocently. Signora Carini needed a male model for her workshop and he fit the ideal description. Classes at the workshop only lasted a few hours and there was stability. A consistent flow of coins helped them save money for Oscar’s tuition as he grew older. They couldn’t afford anything extravagant, but life was comfortable.

Everything was okay until Mark’s accident. Daniel had thought about returning to his cartography and contacting his old tutor. He’d started to dream again of leaving the streets of Rome to see the world beyond what he knew.

But leaving Rome was not in Daniel’s destiny. He was never going to escape the streets he grew up in. Not anymore. He knew that now.

“Artists are romantics,” Signora Carini had told him when he went to her after Mark’s accident, “and you, my dear, are very pretty.”

She had caressed his cheek like his mother used to do when he was younger and led him into a private room some artists rented out when they wanted to work without all the noise.

Ophelia, one of the other models, was in the room. Moans and the smell of sex filled the room as Matteo, one of the regular artists at the workshop, fucked Ophelia. “What?” Signora Carini kept him there as Matteo fucked Ophelia and left her there with five florins — three more than they earned for being models.

Matteo was the first to take him. Unlike there had been with Ophelia, there were no pretenses about what would happen when they were in the private room. The canvas went untouched as Matteo painted Daniel’s bare skin with bruises and cum.

At least Matteo was handsome. Daniel could pretend that it was just another dalliance he had — no different from the men Daniel slept with before.

Others were not so handsome. Nor did they let Daniel pretend like it was just another casual fuck. They wanted more control. They wanted him to smile prettily and let them move his limbs all under the guise of setting him in the perfect pose for a painting that would take thrice the time it should to be finished.

“You’re much prettier than the girls the Signora has,” the man, Lorenzo, says between grunts. Daniel doesn’t say anything, just fakes a moan as he thinks of all he would need to do once he gets home. Mark should be taking his evening nap and Oscar off at his apprenticeship, giving Daniel enough time to bathe and wipe away any evidence of the things he’d done. If he was fast enough, he’d be able to have dinner on the table before Oscar got home.

Thankfully the man doesn’t finish inside of him. Most did not listen to that request, too lost in taking their own pleasure. “Same time next week,” the man says when he’s leaving. Five florins rest on the table next to Daniel when he finally has the wherewithal to get up and wipe himself clean for the time being.

Depositing the coins in his pouch, he goes about cleaning the room and storing the half-complete sketch for next week.

Daniel is setting up the easel when his next client is let in. “No need for pretenses,” the man says, stopping him. “How many clients have you had today?” He questions.

“Four already, Master Alberto,” Daniel answers.

“Oh Daniel, my brightest pupil,” Alberto says, reaching forward to caress his cheek before pushing off the robe. “You would have made an excellent cartographer, but being a whore is your true calling,” he continues.

Daniel doesn’t moan this time around. Just lays there as the man once meant to teach him the ways of cartography now charts a course of bruises and bites on his skin. He had never liked Daniel making much noise — not when Daniel was his student and certainly not now that he’s his favorite whore.

Master Alberto always liked to enter Daniel when he was on his back, wanting to see the moment his cock breached the most private part of Daniel. He’d keep Daniel on his back for a few thrusts as his arousal grew at the sight of his once star pupil taking his cock. But sooner than later, he’d take Daniel like a dog takes a bitch in heat, pounding into him with little care about anything other than reaching his completion.

Sometimes — when Daniel had taken many clients beforehand — he’d reach his peak quickly. Daniel hated those days. Not because he wanted his former tutor fucking him for longer. Rooms were rented based on hours, not orgasms.

On those days, he’d have Daniel warm his cock. He’d keep it in Daniel’s mouth until he was hard again and then fuck Daniel again. So Daniel hated those days and prayed that Master Alberto would run out of his time.

Daniel had wanted to explore the world. He had wanted to make maps and find new places. He had been good at it. The best student of Master Alberto — sixteen and filled with so much promise.

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Daniel would model for one of the workshop classes at the start of every week. It was the one day that Signora Carini wouldn’t schedule any private modelings for him.

That is always Daniel’s favorite day. He’s not always naked on those days and the artists are there to perfect their craft, not have an excuse to fuck him without suspicions of being sodomists.

One artist from the British Isles would always tell him a story of some far-off place he’d visited before coming to Rome. Stories of exotic people in the east and the vast seas in the west filled the classes.

At the end, he’d always thank Daniel and say his goodbyes. Never once had he requested a private session or touched Daniel in any manner that wasn’t respectable.

Daniel had always liked him best, just as he liked the start of the week best.

“But I have the workshop?” Daniel asks, confused by Signora Carini guiding him toward the private room. He doesn’t earn more than two florins, but he likes earning those two florins. He likes starting the week with the handsome man from the British Isles who tells him stories and is kind.

“Signor Verstappen is paying a lot and he requested you,” she tells him, “Ophelia will model for today’s workshop.”

Inside the room, Signora Carini orders him to strip and put on the robe most of the models wear for private sessions. “Be good for him Daniel, he may be Dutch but he is very wealthy.”

Daniel is tying the robe tightly across his waist when a blond-haired man steps into the room carrying his own canvas and paints.

Handsome and foreign. Daniel could do this. He just needed to smile prettily and moan.

“Ah, you must be Daniel. I’m Max Verstappen” the man, Signor Verstappen, says with a thick accent that makes his name sound unfamiliar. “Lewis spoke wonderfully about you,” he continues.

Daniel had many clients ever since Mark’s accident, but he doesn’t remember any Lewis. There was Matteo, Alberto, Lorenzo, Cosimo, and Alexander, just to name a few of them. But no Lewis.

“Lewis?” Daniel asks, wondering if one of the men has given a false name. He wouldn’t be surprised, some of the things they liked doing with him could ruin lives if even rumors spread of them.

Lewis, Max tells him, is the man from the British Isles who would tell Daniel tales of his travels. Max just keeps talking as he sets up his canvas and supplies. Daniel isn’t entirely sure of what he is saying, but Daniel just nods along. None of the other clients cared much about conversation unless it was to tell him how he’s prettier than some of the girls they’ve seen or how to pose to capture the light just right.

“You are, of course, perfect for this,” Max says as Daniel zones back into the conversation.

“Huh?” Daniel questions.

“For Bacchus,” Max replies, “oh good, there’s oil.” The vial of oil rests on the table where artists would leave coins for him.

For the next three hours, Daniel has his oddest day of work.

Max doesn’t fuck him. Doesn’t touch him in any manner that would be considered blasphemous by the Church. Doesn’t make any comments about how pretty he is or how good he would look with a cock in him.

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing except sketching his pose on the canvas. He talks and talks and talks, but all of it concerns the painting or how different Rome is from Amsterdam.

The same happens the next day. Daniel goes to the workshop and Signora Carini leads him to the private room where a robe and fruits are laid out on the bed. Wine and a laurel wreath rest on the table with the vial of oil. Pillows and draperies are nearby in a basket. And at the center of it all is Max Verstappen setting up his canvas and paints.

Nothing happens, except Max spreads the oil across his chest and moves his limbs in the perfect position. He places the grapes and other fruits around Daniel, covering Daniel’s bare and oiled skin.

For three hours Max paints him.

“Do you like being a model?” Max questions.

“It is a job,” Daniel says noncommittally. It’s not exactly what he had wanted, but it helps provide for his family and allows Oscar to achieve his dreams. If there was another option, he wouldn’t choose this, but this was his only option as he had never been able to hone his skills in any other line of work due to stopping everything when he was sixteen. All he had was his face and body – two things a lot of people wanted to pay a lot for.

Max makes jokes more often than not. He makes his jokes and looks at Daniel from where he’s sat behind the canvas, and then doesn’t laugh until Daniel laughs. He asks questions about Daniel’s brothers – gives Dutch pain remedies when Daniel talks about Mark’s injury and listens intently as Daniel talks of how talented Oscar is. Max talks a lot about his painting and how he had searched everywhere for the perfect muse, the perfect model to embody Bacchus.

It goes like that. Max asks him random questions while Daniel wonders when the other man would get it over with. Wondering when the other shoe would drop and Daniel would need to fulfill Max’s desires. Everything seems too normal. It makes him feel not like the whore his usual clients sought, but an actual artist’s model and muse he’d thought he would be when he first stepped through the doors of Signora Carini’s workshop.

He breaks on the eighth day. After seven days, a week, of laying on the small bed with fresh fruits adorning his naked body, a glass of wine in hand, and oil on his chest instead of coating his hole, Daniel finally asks Max when he’ll fuck him so they could get it over with.

“Wha-What??” Max sputters, his typically steady hand wavering as he holds the paintbrush just centimeters away from the nearly completed canvas. “Why would- what???”

“You’re not here to fuck me?” Daniel questions, the grapes resting on his crotch falling as Daniel sits up. “Just to paint?” He grimaces when he sees traces of grape juice staining his skin.

“Of course, I am here to paint. It is a workshop,” Max replies.

Daniel just looks at him. Artists didn’t take private rooms to just paint. They didn’t fondle models and request oil to be on all the tables just to paint. They didn’t spend a fortune in the workshop almost every week just to paint. Daniel had seen more than his fair share of painting that would never be completed because the so called artists would rather fuck the models than hone their craft.

Artist’s workshop was just another name for a brothel, only this way they didn’t have to worry about it impacting the lives they lived outside of these four walls.

He was not the crazy one for asking why Max just kept painting him instead of doing what every other man did. He wasn’t.

“I have to go,” Daniel says. Rushing to get up, he feels the juice of all the fruits squeezing and oozing underneath his limbs, but he does not get up. He needs to be away from here and from Max who doesn’t want to fuck him and just wants to paint him. People don’t want to paint him, they want to fuck him. He’s not a muse or anything like that, just the favorite whore.

“Daniel-” Max starts to say, but Daniel doesn’t wait around to hear it.

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Part 2 (Max POV) will be posted in about a week

#maxiel #my fic #max/daniel #cw dubious consent #cw prostitution #renaissance au

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schrijverr · 2 months ago

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I Didn’t Mean to Say I Do, but I Do. I Do. 36

Chapter 36 out of 50

Secret marriage of convenience buddie slow burn AU, where Buck and Eddie have been married for years so Buck could adopt Chris and no one at the 118 knows.

In this chapter, Eddie gets his shield at the 136 with only Buck and Chris in attendance. It’s not what he imagined, nor what he hoped. However, a visit of Brandson might change everything again.

On AO3.

Ships: Buddie

Warnings: internalized homophobia, insecurity

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Chapter 36: The Shield Ceremony

In Eddie’s fourth week with the 136, two big things happen. One, Buck’s cast finally gets removed and his doctors are pretty happy with how he’s recovering. And two, Eddie officially becomes a fully fledged firefighter.

The ceremony is not how either of them expected it to go. They expected it to be with the people they consider family, over at the 118 with Bobby giving Eddie his shield. And with Buck uninjured instead of still on crutches, though sans cast.

However, life doesn’t always work like that and it’s still a nice ceremony. Ronnie doesn’t know Eddie that well, so it’s generic, but both Buck and Chris are there clapping for him and Eddie is smiling so widely it hurts.

Everyone congratulates him when it’s done, shaking his hand as they welcome him properly. He is going to miss these people when Daisy gets back.

Bosko is the only one next to Buck and Chris that hugs him. She claps him on the back, as she grins: “Look at you, all grown up.”

“Fuck off,” he smiles back.

“Nah, you like me,” she says happily, before she demands: “Now introduce me to your plus ones. I have heard too much to not what to meet them.”

“Only if you’re not embarrassing,” Eddie tells her warily, already leading her over to where Buck is showing Chris the engines like he couldn’t do that time Chris was visiting the 118.

The sight of them next to each other stops him for a moment. Buck’s eyes are lighting up as he explains something to Chris, excitedly gesturing to what he’s talking about. Chris is leaning in with curiosity, same excited look on his face as Buck has. They look so happy together and Eddie is struck with how lucky he is.

To stop himself from going down that path, he quickly tears his eyes away. That isn’t for him to think about.

In doing so, he catches Bosko’s eyes instead. Her eyebrows have shot up high and she looks at him, then at Chris and Buck, then back at him. The gears are turning in her head and he can see things clicking behind her eyes.

Shame overwhelms him and he glares at her, before shaking his head. Forcefully he says: “Not like that,” then hastens his steps, so she can’t reply.

Bosko thankfully gets the message and doesn’t say shit. Instead she sticks out her hand for Buck to shake, saying: “The infamous Buck. Nice to meet you. And of course Chris.”

“Uh, hi,” Buck responds, shaking her hand.

Chris follows his example, shaking Bosko’s hand as he says: “Hello.”

“I’m Bosko,” she introduces herself when it’s clear they don’t automatically know who she is. “I would say you probably know that, but this guy is like Fort Knox.” She points a thumb in Eddie’s direction, who rolls his eyes.

Recognition flickers in Buck’s eyes, but his smile seems strained to Eddie’s eye. “Ah, yeah, I recognize the name, didn’t know the face. You sound like you know what you’re doing.”

“Thanks,” Bosko says. “From what I hear you’re great in the field, hope you recover okay.”

Now the strain becomes clearer. “Yeah, me too.”

A beat of dead air falls and Eddie has no clue how to fill it. Luckily, there is Chris, who asks: “Are you working with daddy now?”

“Uh, yeah, I am,” Bosko answers, clearly not super amazing with kids. “I’m his partner.”

Chris squints as he looks her over, then he declares: “You should be protecting him as well as papi does, because he can’t right now. Papi is one of the best firefighters, you know.”

Bosko barks a loud laugh at the boldness and Eddie feels a little embarrassed on Chris’s behalf, but she seems to take it in stride easily. “I’ll try, alright?”

“Hmm,” Chris considers it for a moment, then smiles. “Alright.” Before he easily moves on to different, clearly equally important stuff. “Do you have video games here too?”

It’s enough to break the ice and the four of them continue to chat for a few minutes, though it’s mostly the three of them answering Chris’s questions. It’s nice for the most part, but Eddie can feel Bosko study him and Buck every time they interact.

He wants to snap at her to cut it off, but he doesn’t want to pull attention towards it either. His fist clench and jaw tightens. Ever since the fight, he’s been feeling pretty settled. He’d hoped that one night would cure him, but it seems it won’t last forever. He’ll have to check if it’s an every night thing or just weekly.

Soon, they’re interrupted by Brandson. Eddie didn’t expect the Chief of Staff to suddenly show up at his shield ceremony and he straightens up when he sees him coming their way.

Buck follows his line of sight and also straightens up. He looks down at Chris, then at Bosko, seeming unhappy for a moment, before he says: “Hey, Superman, maybe Bosko can show you around, would you like that?”

“Can’t you and daddy show me around?” Chris pouts.

“We can,” Buck assures him, seeming pleased. “But we need to have some b- not so fun talks and be official. You can play some video games and daddy can show us around when we’re done. How does that sound?”

“Okay,” Chris agrees, lighting up at the idea of video games. He’s been recently allowed to play more and he’s pretty captivated by the whole thing, so it was a smart card to play.

Bosko looks surprised for a second at the sudden responsibility, sending a panicking look at Eddie when Chris agrees. Eddie takes maybe a little too much satisfaction in sending her a condescending encouraging thumbs up.

Now it’s her turn to give him a glare, which she does quite menacingly. Then she plasters on an awkward smile and says: “Well, come on then, onto the video games.”

She has just led Chris away when Brandson gets there, greeting both of them with a firm handshake. “Firefighter Buckley, Firefighter Diaz.”

“Chief Brandson,” Buck greets back first. “To what do we owe the pleasure? Hopefully not here to fire Eddie, he just got his shield.”

Brandson looks a little like he swallowed a lemon, but takes the sharp comment in stride. “No, thankfully not. I am quite glad to catch you both here, since I didn’t want to make a house call.”

“And why would you need to make a house call?” Eddie asks suspiciously.

“Our investigation into your situation has been resolved. We apologize that it has taken so long, but it wasn’t a high priority and it took us a while to look at the reports about your conduct at work and to interview your colleagues,” Brandson says.

His heart rate skyrockets at the news and he can see in his periphery how Buck swallows nervously as they await Brandson’s next words.

“We apologize for our accusations and we’re happy to inform you that no ill conduct was found. Any marks on your record have been cleared and your colleagues at the 118 will be informed that they can contact you again,” Brandson tells them with a smile.

A confusing mix of emotions courses through both of them at the news.

There is elation, naturally, because their names have been cleared and any uncertainty about the future has been cleared. Should Buck be able to work, he could come back without any issues and if he were forced to leave, he’d have a great reference.

However, there’s also the confusion that comes with finding out a hurt wasn’t what you thought it was. Both of them have been hurt by the 118 dropping them without a word, they’ve mourned those friendships, the family they thought they had. They missed their support in a difficult time and cursed their absence. That hurt is real.

Yet, apparently, the department had told them not to contact either of them. Their abandonment hasn’t been voluntary. It makes them happy and hopeful, but it can’t erase that hurt. It’s still there and they don’t know if talking to them all again will be the same.

Brandson seems oblivious to this, continuing on: “Captain Nash has expressed great interest in getting you back aboard once Firefighter Daisy Smith can return to work. They’ve had quite some floaters, but none of them have stuck. You are, of course, welcome to decline. Other firehouses would also be happy to have you.”

The option of returning to the 118 seems like the only logical one, the one Eddie craves to have, the one thing he missed so much. However, with the confusing mix of emotions, he finds himself hesitating. “Uh, do- do I get time to think about it?”

“Yes,” Branson says. “We’ll need to know what you’d prefer a week before your last day here, so we can schedule you in correctly.”

“Thank you. I’ll make sure to notify you.”

“That is appreciated. Now, gentlemen, I’ll leave you to your festivities. Thank you for your time and your cooperation,” Brandson shakes both their hands again, then he walks off, leaving the two of them gaping after him for a few seconds.

After a few beats, Buck’s dazed voice asks: “So, what are you feeling?”

“Anger.” The word is out, before Eddie can stop it and he cringes slightly at himself. However, he can’t deny that it’s true.

“Anger?” Buck repeats incredulously.

“Yeah, I mean, aren’t you a little mad?” Eddie asks defensively. “We don’t hear from them for, what, seven weeks? Seven weeks of nothing. And now they want to welcome us back and pretend nothing happened? I, at least, expect a sorry.”

“Chimney got the stuff from your locker,” Buck offers weakly.

“Because Maddie asked him too,” Eddie levels him with a look. “Buck, they didn’t even visit you in the hospital, not even a card. I get wanting to cooperate with the department, but they could have let us know instead of radio silence after you came out of major surgery.”

“I know,” Buck sighs. “I just miss them.”

He sounds so wistful, so melancholic. Eddie doesn’t want to ruin this for him, not again, but he also wants to shake him and tell him he doesn’t need to forgive so easily. But he knows it’s not that easy for Buck. He’ll forgive the 118 like he forgave Maddie. They’re family to him, the only extended one he has. Eddie can’t begrudge him that. He’s the same with his parents, always forgiving too easily and he knows it.

When it comes to his parents, Eddie always forgives and Buck has his back and carries the grudge, Eddie supposes he can do the same for him. So he sighs too. “Yeah, me too, I guess.”

“Are you gonna say yes to going back?”

“I don’t know yet. I’m still mad, but- I don’t know.”

“They’re family?” Buck suggests.

“Yeah,” Eddie nods. “The assholes.”

That makes Buck laugh again and a stab of pride goes through Eddie at that, piercing through the anger. There is still an itch in his knuckles and he didn’t lie when he said he doesn’t know, but there is something comforting at the idea of having the 118 back, at having people that make Buck laugh again.

When the ceremony is done, they hand over their duty to the B shift and leave the station so it can go back online. There is no after party with the A shift like Eddie suspects would have been the case had he celebrated this milestone with the 118, but he doesn’t mind that much, since at home there are three cupcakes waiting.

They’re clearly homemade and across them the word ‘yay’ is spelled in Chris’s messy handwriting, along with his colorful decorations. Buck and Chris present them to him with a: “Surprise!” The two must have baked them when Eddie was out at work.

Chris pushes the one with the ‘A’ on it towards him and proudly says: “This one is for you, because you are an A plus firefighter.”

Indeed when he looks closer, there is a plus sign in the corner. The same happy feeling that he first felt when he held Chris that first time, and has felt many times after, washes over him. Paternal pride and happiness. It never ceases to amazes him how much he loves this kid.

“Thanks, mijo,” Eddie beams, ruffling Chris’s hair and pulling him into a half hug.

“Try it,” Chris urges him excitedly.

Eddie takes a bite. It’s a pretty average cupcake if he’s honest, Buck is a good cook, but a baker he is not necessarily. Too much math, he says. Still, it’s nice enough and made especially for him by Chris – and Buck, but he tries not to think about it, because he wants to enjoy this moment, dammit – so it’s automatically the best. “It’s amazing.”

Chris cheers at that, happily grabbing his own and smearing his face with icing as he stuffs it in his face.

He watches it happen with a grin, eyes automatically flicking up to share it with Buck. He’s a second earlier, so he catches Buck fondly watching Chris, before looking over at him, lips stretching wider when he sees Eddie looking. His eyes so expressive, so open and joyous.

For a moment, all Eddie’s feelings must be written over his face, before he remembers that he can’t let that happen, because earlier today Bosko immediately saw everything no one was ever supposed to know right on his face. He’s not in control of himself. He needs to be in control.

As he tried to force himself back under control, his smile turns plastic and he turns back to Chris as fast as he can, hoping those feelings can override these. His knuckles itch again.

They enjoy their cupcakes seated around the kitchen table. However, it seems that Brandson brought the 118 the news after he left the 136, because the groups chat that hasn’t seen any action since the day of the explosion suddenly starts up again and both of them are getting private messages from everyone too.

Both check their phones when they start exploding. Buck looks down, then looks at Eddie. “It’s your celebration today. We can deal with them tomorrow?”

A part of Eddie wants to push this complicated mess as far ahead of him as he can. However, he knows he should just suck it up. Besides, if it all ends terrible, he might get an excuse to punch someone and he doesn’t have to wait until he can ask Bosko if it’s a nightly thing.

“It might be nice to celebrate with them,” he suggests after a beat of silence. “I mean, I always kinda thought we would celebrate this together, might as well. See where they’re at. If they’re pissed off, they’ll probably say no.”

“They don’t look angry based on the texts,” Buck says, giving a small pleased smile at Eddie’s offer.

“That’s good.”

“What are two talking about?” Chris asks, interjecting as he looks from one to the other with big curious eyes.

“Well,” Buck starts after a quick look to Eddie to check if he wants to do this or not, “you know how daddy is working at a different firehouse now?” Chris nods. “That is because we weren’t allowed to work with our friends for a bit, because they had to check if everything was alright.”

“Because the truck got smashed when you got hurt?” Chris asks.

It’s not really what they had to check, but neither really want to explain the whole situation, so Buck just nods: “Yeah, exactly. And do you remember the official looking guy that wanted to talk to me and daddy earlier?”

“Uh-huh.”

“He said it was all okay again,” Buck tells him, inflection cheerful. Then he shifts to a more conspiratorial whisper: “But we’re a little nervous, because we haven’t seen them in a bit.”

“Like seeing your friends again after summer break?”

“Exactly like that,” Buck grins.

Chris reaches over him and pats his arm: “You’ll be okay, papi.”

“Thank you, buddy. I’ll go call Bobby real quick, see if we can make it happen, why don’t you help daddy finish his cupcake, I think it’s too much for him.”

“Hey!” Eddie exclaims, smiling as he goes to protect his cupcake. He is glad that Buck knew what to say, he’s always glad Buck knows what to say. He’s so good at talking to Chris when words escape Eddie. Even if a part of him feels like he’s failing as a father by not being able to.

Buck leaves the two of them behind, nerves slightly settled by the happy noises coming from the two of them.

He’s scared to talk to Bobby again, but also desperate to hear from him. Buck hasn’t talked to anyone since before they found out, just knows that they were gone when he woke up. It hurts more than he’ll ever let anyone know, but it’s made slightly better by the fact that they had no choice. He wants to believe Bobby would have come by if he’d been allowed.

Still, his finger hovers over the call button for a few second as he hesitates. What if he is wrong and Bobby doesn’t want to talk to him? What if he finally realized how much easier his life was without Buck in it? What if he drove him away by bringing so much trouble?

Bobby is the closest thing to a father he’s ever had. If he presses call now, he’ll know if it was truly because he couldn’t come that he didn’t, or if there is just something about Buck that is too exhausting to deal with long term. Something unlovable.

“I’ll get you,” he hears Eddie exclaim with an exaggerated voice, followed by Chris shrieking loudly and the clattering of crutches.

An involuntary smile comes to his face. Things with Eddie have been weird the last four weeks, a little more distant. Buck figures he’s just overwhelmed, having to take care of Buck on top of everything else. He feels guilty about piling so much on Eddie’s plate, but he hasn’t said anything, scared to hear he’s a burden. Calling Bobby would mean getting more people to help. It’ll be better for Eddie. For their family.

Besides, Eddie has seemed more like himself again these past few days. Ever since that one late night. He might genuinely want to reconnect even if he’s still a little mad at everyone. He’ll be in Buck’s corner at least, that much he knows.

Buck presses call.

He holds his breath as he places the phone to his ear. It barely rings once, before Bobby is picking up. The line is quiet for a moment, then Buck breaks it first: “Uh, Bobby, hey…”

“Buck…” Bobby breathes when Buck speaks. It sounds fragile and disbelieving and Buck has no clue how to act or what to do. “Are you… are you okay? How is the leg?”

It’s so stilted and awkward, but warmth washes over Buck anyway at the concern. It feels like coming home. He’s missed this. With a small smile on his face and a pleased flush on his cheeks, he answers: “I’ve been okay. Busy and an adjustment, but okay. The leg’s alright. My cast is off now, the doctors are happy about how it healed, hopeful about me working even.”

“That’s good. That’s good.” A silence falls again.

“Uh, how are you and ‘Thena? Still planning the wedding?” Buck finally decides to ask, putting them both out of their misery. A part of him hoped that they could easily fall back into what they had, but of course it doesn’t work like that.

“We had a shotgun wedding at the courthouse,” Bobby admits. “Just us with Harry and May. I don’t think Micheal or Hen and Chimney have forgiven us for skipping on more guests than that. Not to mention Beatrice.”

A heavy rock sits in Buck’s stomach. He missed Bobby and Athena’s wedding. Their wedding. Sure, it seems no one was there with them except Athena’s actual children, but it still stings. He only found out now, he couldn’t even congratulate him after it happened, couldn’t celebrate that they finally did it.

“Oh… congratulations,” he manages weakly after a few seconds.

“Thank you,” Bobby responds, guilt in his voice because of course he picked up on Buck’s emotions.

Buck hates it when others feel bad, especially when it’s because of him. It’s not Bobby’s fault he and Eddie couldn’t be there, because there was an official investigation prohibiting everyone from talking to them. He just wanted to lighten the mood between them, but instead he touched a sore spot. He figures that’s gonna happen quite often for a while.

However, just because it’ll happen doesn’t mean Buck can’t mitigate it. So, he says: “Look, Bobby, I’m sorry. We never meant for it to put any of your jobs in danger. We weren’t thinking and-”

“Hey, hey, stop that,” Bobby cuts him off.

“Huh?”

“We are the ones that are sorry. Buck… you were hurt and we couldn’t be there. Of course we were shocked and hurt neither of you thought you could share this with us. That you lied. But we wanted to be there for you. All of us. I wanted to come visit you in the hospital, bring you guys dinner while you recovered, shared the load. If I had known how this would turn out, I never would have reported it immediately. Hell, I might not have reported it at all.”

Buck is too stunned to speak for a moment. For the past seven weeks, he felt like a massive screw up, who ruined the one family he found and drove everyone away. That he was too much and made everyone leave. But they didn’t want to leave, they wanted to stay. Bobby wants to stay.

Choked up, he says: “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

“Of course, you’re family, Buck. You, Eddie and Chris all are,” Bobby says, pressing to make sure he’ll take it to heart. “If there is anything you three need, we’ll be there. No doubt in my mind that Hen and Chim agree.”

“Thank you,” Buck repeats again, crying tears of relief. He’s sure his voice is still thick as he says: “If you want… uhm, Eddie got his shield today. Officially one of us. We, uh- we were wondering if you wanted to celebrate with us.” Apologetically he adds: “I know it’s last minute and we still have to get groceries if you can, but-”

“We’ll be there,” Bobby cuts through his spiral. “I’ll call the others and we’ll organize food, you just sit back and we’ll be there.”

“I- I can do that,” Buck says, happily overwhelmed.

“Good. I’ll see you soon, kid.”

Thrilled, he replies: “Yeah, see you soon.”

With a big grin on his face, he hangs up, then puts his phone in his pocket so he can use his crutches to get back into the house. When Eddie spots him, he quirks a questioning brow at him, though his posture clearly relaxes when he sees Buck’s face. “And?” Eddie asks.

“It went well,” Buck smiles. “We’re gonna have a full house pretty soon.”

A/N:

What? It was a lawsuit re-imagine all along? Yes, yes, it was xp. It’s been really funny to agree with everyone in the comments wondering where the 118 was lmao

Tbh im slightly on Eddies side here, stay mad at least for a little longer, but Buck is Buck, so it would be out of character for him, and I do want them to all be friends again <3 bc despite it all I can never be a 118 basher (so pls also don’t in my comments if u disagree)

Also last few days have given me a heart attack lmao, LibreOffice crashed and for a moment I thought I lost the entirety of this fic omg, luckily I recovered it (otherwise I wouldn’t be posting rn) and have made a back up, so we’re in the clear xp

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eyeritestuff · 11 months ago

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“I’m home.”

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Tom (Eddsworld) x Reader [FUTURE AU]

Characters: Tom

Warnings: none,, just sad or whateva (send help)

Author’s note: don’t ask where i got inspo… short bc erm yah :3 i didn’t check for typos so oopsies !

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The night was bleak, but yet somehow managed to house life with all of the neon city lights. You let out breath, only to see it animate as smoke in front of you. It was nothing you weren’t already used to, however living in America for 10 years will make you appreciate the little sun home had.

You had just got off the plane and were awaiting a bus to your hotel. You came here on impulse.. you were starting to get anxiety at the idea. What was the whole purpose of this trip? You tried to quell it, and so you looked down at your phone to see a missed call from- oh.. oh.

Immediately, you unlock your phone and redial, and with the same amount of swiftness, the other side picked up.

“Hello?”

His voice, it sounded so different. It was woven with misery. It’s not the him you knew. Of course, in the past he always had his monotone and sassy way of responding, but it’s.. different. Does he even know? He hasn’t called you all this time up until this point.. he had to know.

“Tom..?”

You choked out. Why were you getting emotional? This didn’t make any sense. You missed him, yes, vbht he hurt you. It’s probably the nostalgia from being at here again. At home.

But home didn’t look like home anymore.

“ahh.. y/n..,” he sighed and your breath hitched, “i’m sorry.. i’m so so sorry.”

You grabbed your stuff and got off of the bench you were sat at and started walking.

“Please don’t hang up, and listen. I don’t know why I didn’t call. I think about you every night. I was mad... I think I was mad. I was hurt you didn’t even hesitate to leave. I didn’t show up at the airport the day you left and I regret it everyday. The promise you made all those years ago.. we were teenagers, I know, but I can’t help but remind myself of it every time I think of you.”

Your walking pace started getting faster. Next thing you knew, you took a sharp left turn, then a right, then you continued on straight. Your body was guiding you at this point, but you didn’t care. As long as the tears didn’t fall. You listened intently as his breath hitched and couldn’t help but feel your stomach turn.

“I got the letter you sent me.. and I never wrote back. I’m sorry. I read it everyday. I tried writing back, and I’ve kept every draft. I want to read it to you one day.. I don’t know when that day will be, but y/n.. when I read the last part.. when you said ‘Til infinity.. did you really mean it? Do you still love me? Did the feelings ever leave?? Y/n I can’t begin to apologize enough..”

Next time your conscious decided to check up on your surroundings, you were in a building signing a visitor list with your shoulder prompting up your phone to your ear.

“Y/n.. I love you. I never stopped loving you. I was hurt, and I was upset.. that I lost the only person I ever recognized as a part of me. I didn’t want your happiness to depend on me. I wanted you to have the world, and the luxuries I couldn’t afford you. For fuck sake y/n, I could barely afford repairing Susan. I saw how much you wanted to become a doctor.. so I thought letting you go would be best,” he let out a sad chuckle, and it made you flash a sad smile in return, “I’m probably not making any sense, am I? Whatever.. I just needed to get this out to you.”

You found yourself standing in a doorway to an office. You didn’t dare make a noise once you realized where you were: It was his office.

How’d you even think to come here.. when did you even ask the front desk for directions? How’d you know— well, you knew what he was up to because Matt did keep in contact. Still, it made your stomach do flips.

You heard him speak twice over because you hadn’t dare hang up, “Y/n… you don’t have to say anything but..” He stopped, and so did your heart. The feedback from the phones was enough to make the back that was facing you turn. To say he looked different was an understatement.

You watched as his frown turned into a shaky smile, then into a frown again, but this time he bit down on his lip. Probably to stop the quivering. You couldn’t tell if he was crying due to the goggles he had on, but you knew he was in shock by the way he shakily stood up.

Your heart sank watching how he tried to stay strong for you.

The tears fell when he hung up.

The sobs followed when you closed the door behind you.

Tom slowly moved from behind his desk to get closer to you, only for him to run towards you after watching your legs struggle to keep you up. Falling into his arms, you clung onto him for dear life. He smelled so nice.. the alcohol scent was softer now.. did he lay off a little? All the memories your dream job helped you repress came rushing back. He was your first kiss, your first boyfriend, your first true best friend… your first everything.

“I left you.. I broke our promise, and I’m so sorry Tom-” he interrupted, “You were my responsibility and I avoided you because I was being selfish.”

You looked up at him, and him down at you.

“I love you so much… you look so miserable… yet you look so pretty.. you’ve grown up.” You tried to smile but you realized it probably looked like you were dying, and the awkward laugh you choked out ended up sounding like a whimper.

Burying your face into his chest, you spoke muffled, “I regret leaving you. I was selfish.. and I didn’t think of you-” “No y/n-” “Listen.. please.. I don’t need the money. At least not anymore. I wanna be here with you again. I wanna be with you.. again. I wanna have the stupid family you always spoke about.. you know.. the one with the mutated dog and a daughter with the inability to tell her left from the right..”

You heard a chuckle rumble from him and began to pet your head, “I can’t believe you remember that..” Oh his voice sounded sad.. like he was crying. Brace for rejection, is what you told yourself.

“Id like that a lot y/n..”

You looked up to see Tom, now without his goggles.. Oh his eyes… what happened to your love when you were away. You couldn’t help but cry harder seeing him like that. You weren’t there for him. You watched as his face grew pained watching your reaction. Like a child, you rubbed your eyes, but the tears wouldn’t stop.

“Tom… I love you so much. There’s so much I want to say but I can’t manage to stop.. barely even speak… could you ever forgive me..? For doing this to you.. for leaving you like this..”

You felt his hand gently grace your face.. what once was a soft hand turned rough.

“I’d forgive you a hundred times over if it meant I got to hold you again.”

#eddsworld tom #tom ew #tom eddsworld #tom fanfic #tom x reader eddsworld #tom x reader #ew tom #future au #eddsworld future #eddsworld x reader #eddsworld fanfic #eddsworld #this lowkey a vent ngl

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woahrarepairsagemare · 4 months ago

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plaguebow 1990s au angst i thought of while i was having an episode

I remember the first day I ended up in her care , it was really embarrassing for me , considering I was supposed to be that journalist who got away with everything .

I mean , guess they could call me that , i didn't do anything this time yet that rockstar tried to blow my brains out with her bat .

that .. doctor .. who I find so endearing .

She laughed away my case instead of treating it like a serious matter , and it had made me a little annoyed at first ..

but maybe that was what started this attraction to her .

Her laidback personality , her hedonistic tendencies , her curious lisp and southern accent .. and her humor ..

I just couldn't find her annoying no matter how hard I tried .

It's safe to say I healed much faster than I should've when I was under her care .

When the time came for me to be discharged , she laughed at my slightly disappointed face .

' You look like a dying duck , you want me that badly ? Glad you didn't stay or else I would've done some .. medical malpractice ;) '

I remember my face going redder than a tomato , causing her to giggle and give me a friendly slap on the wrist , before she pushed me out the doors to where storm was waiting for me .

I still couldn't resume to being a journalist , I still had appointments , and thankfully they all happened to be with her .

It was embarrassing how it was in that first appointment that I had learned her name .

' Wisteria's what they call me ! Though they know me simply as plague . '

An odd name for a doctor I figured , yet I loved it , it suited her .

The appointments had become everything for me in my life , over those checkups we giggled like little girls , which neither of us had been able to be .

It was like a break from reality .

She brought out the emotions in me no one had bothered to find .

we even begun calling them our little dates , though she often mocked the name in a playful manner .

' what would the others say if our relationship was anything but professional ? '

I smiled and shook my head , but I yearned for it to be true .

And here I am , still yearning ,

as I picked up the receiver , making the last few calls i'd ever make to my loved ones

and made feeble excuses for why i'd not be able to come for any arrangements i had made with them .

As I hung up on Sage , trying to savor her soft words , i felt the gun being pressed into the back of my head .

'are you done yet ? gods , i hate your pathetic voice . '

Nightmare spat those words out at me , and I was about to say no .

and then I remembered the love of my life , and realized that she too should hear my words .

I let out a small groan and bowed my head down .

' one more , please . Just one last call . '

I knew she was tired but she let me have my way ,

which not before she contented her self with a small slap to my head .

trying to stop the tears from rolling down my face , I dialed my beloved Plague .

' Dr. Wisteria speaking , which patient or future patient am I speaking to ? '

that lovely voice soothed my nerves , reducing my fear of death

' Hey Plague- its me , Rainbow , remember ? '

I heard those giggles come out of her mouth again as she replied with that playful tune .

' of course i do ! youre my favorite patient and- dont mind me .. my favorite playdate , after all ! '

I blushed , before the gun was pressed harder into my head .

' hurry up , I dont want to hear your sappy conversation with her for too long . '

I secretly rolled my eyes before I continued to tlak to her .

' yeah , im afraid I wont be able to come to our next appointment , things are a little rough for me right now so .. I'll show up for the others though , probably . '

she sighed in mock annoyance and giggled , causing a bit of disruption down the line .

' whats the point in having me as your doctor if you cant come for our little date ? im VERY high maintenance you know .. '

I smiled before I heard that horrid countdown .

' .. 25 , 24 , 23 .. '

I panicked and quickly said my goodbyes .

' hey plague im kinda busy right now so i'll talk to you later , kay ? '

she paused as she noticed the barely concealed terror .

' dear rainbow , whats wrong ? surely the- .. '

she couldnt say more as the receiver fell out of my hand . I was slammed against the wall of the telephone booth , my face buried in the wall .

I trembled as I heard the panicked words down the line

' Rainbow ? Rainbow whats wrong ? Has something happened ? '

I wish I could respond , but how could ? I didnt even have the energy to yell or whimper , as Nightmare stamped on my hand with hatred . positioning the gun just below my chin .

' youve wasted enough damn time , now say your final words before you die a silent death . '

plague .. no .. she heard those words and panicked more . Why- why ?

I trembled as I heard those words , they sounded like static in the back of my mind .

' NO ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ?! LET RAINBOW GO ! YOU CANT KILL A FUCKING JOURNALIST ?! '

I turned around so that my back was against the wall and tried to tell her to calm down , but all that came out of throat was a whimper as the gun was pushed further up my chin .

' any . last . words ? '

she asked in that horrible fucking tone .

I sighed and look up at the red ceiling of the telephone booth .

' Plague my darling .. I love you . '

I closed my eyes as NIghtmare flicked the safety off .

Plague broke down into tears at the other end .

' RAINBOW , NO ! '

BANG - !

#steve saga #the steve saga #favremysabre #favremysabreart #steve saga origins #rainbow steve #nightmare steve #plague steve #plaguebow #the 1990's saga

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petitelepus · 6 months ago

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hello again can u please have a part 2 of the slave tengen x wife's x reader please you left me waking on eggs shelf (I can't spell)

Summary: Your slaves start giving birth and you call the doctor to come and help you and Tengen. While you wait, you talk and then you welcome the babies to the world.

Warnings: Pregnancy, Babies

A/N: Slave!AU, Demon Slaves, Gender Neutral Reader, Tengen Uzui, Makio, Suma, Hinatsuru

PART 1 - PART 2

The next 6 hours were maybe the most stressful ones you had ever experienced during your life and you had been an undercover cop in some bad places where being exposed would have certainly cost you your life.

The doctor you had on speed dial had come to your house at record time when you called her and told her that the two of your Demons had gone to labor at the same time.

Doctor Muta was the best in her field when it came to treating Demons of all sorts. She had helped when Hinatsuru had gone into labor and you also trusted her to treat Suma and Makio.

When you had called and told her there were 2 Demons giving birth, she had taken her husband with her who usually assisted her in the hospital.

Honestly, the doctor was a blessing because you knew nothing about giving birth. You had seen it on TV, but you were in no way qualified to help in it.

Tengen had woken up the moment you called the doctor and when the Doctor and her husband arrived he was protectively guarding his mates… But because Doctor Muta had helped Hinatsuru, Tengen knew he could trust the good doctor.

It wasn't easy to wait outside the bedroom where Suma and Makio were giving birth. You and Tengen were walking around each other as you waited. Time seemed to slow down and it felt like forever…

But then you heard crying and you both perked up and looked at the door. The said door opened and Doctor's husband peeked out, mask on his face so you couldn't see his smile.

"Congratulations! You got a healthy baby girl!" He said and you smiled excitedly. A girl! You looked at Tengen who looked amazed by the fact that he had a daughter.

"My daughter…" He murmured and the man nodded before he heard his wife call for him to come back and help her with the second baby.

"Just a second, you're about to become a dad again!" The husband laughed as he closed the door and you turned to look at the Demon beside you.

"You're doing very well Tengen," You told him and he nodded but couldn't exactly return your smile.

"I know, but…"

"But?"

"I'm worried…"

"Oh," You nodded, "Why?"

"Will I…" He swallowed, "Will I be able to keep them safe?"

"What do you mean?" You frowned a little, "You're fantastic mate and father!"

"Am I?" He looked at you, "I couldn't protect my wives when those men took us… Hell, if it weren't for you, they or our babies wouldn't have made it…"

"But that didn't happen," You reminded him, "You shouldn't worry about what might have happened because it didn't happen. Think about the present instead."

"What if…" His frown deepened as he thought about the worst-case scenarios that would have ensued if it hadn't been for you.

It felt unnatural to see such a confident Demon feel so… Uncertain. Tengen took great pride in his looks and strength, and how loving and dear his wives were to him. So seeing him look so afraid almost broke your heart.

"Tengen, you're forgetting that you aren't alone." You smiled as you gently patted his back, "You have Hinatsuru, Makio, and Suma and a fresh litter of babies that need you now. Your wives, no matter what, are there for you, and Hell, I'm here for you guys and your babies."

"I'm…" He swallowed as he looked at you, "And I'm thankful for that. That you saved us."

"It was the best thing I ever did." You said and as Tengen looked at you, he could tell you weren't lying or trying to sugarcoat anything.

The Demon was about to say something when you guys heard another cry coming and you both looked at the door excitedly… But no one came to tell you how the babies were doing.

You and the Demon were growing anxious and were about to knock on the door… When you heard the crying again, you both sighed in relief. Babies must have been alright.

The door opened and the Doctor's husband stepped out, taking off his mask and smiling ear to ear to you, "Congratulations! You got a girl and a healthy set of twins!"

"T-!" You and Tengen gasped, "Twins!?"

"Yes!" The man laughed, "Would you like to come and greet your babies?"

"I…" Tengen swallowed and automatically looked at you, "Can Master come also?"

"Of course!" The man nodded and you looked at the Demon, stunned, "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely," He nodded and the both of you stepped into the room, and as soon as you saw tired Suma and Makio, but no babies. Tengen rushed to his wives' side in record time.

"W- Where are the babies?" The Demon asked and Suma smiled tiredly, "Doctor is cleaning them."

The male let out a sigh of relief and then he looked at both of his wives so lovingly, your heart almost ached.

"You're amazing," He smiled, "Both of you and Hinatsuru."

"Thank you, dear," Makio smiled and Tengen returned the sweet gesture before he asked, "Which one is whose?"

"I got the girl and Makio got the boys," Suma replied and you could see how her husband's red eyes gleamed in joy, "You are all amazing. My amazing wives…!"

"Here comes the babies!" You all heard and turned to look to see Doctor Muta and her husband carry three small bundles in their arms. The Doctor handed a baby to Suma and her husband handed one to Makio and offered the third one to Tengen, "Would the proud daddy hold his baby?"

"With pride…" Tengen nodded as he accepted the baby wrapped in a nice fluffy blanket. You took a peek and noticed that the Suma's girl had her mother's dark hair while Makio's twin boys had their father's gorgeous silver hair, much like Hinatsuru's child had.

"They are gorgeous," You thought out loud quietly, and the Demons couldn't have been prouder. You were also proud of them and you felt honored to share this sweet and tender moment with them.

"Oh, officer, a word?" Doctor Muta asked for you and you stepped aside, but you were feeling wary, "What is it, are the babies alright?"

"Absolutely!" The good Doctor chuckled as she took her mask off and showed you that smile of hers, "Babies are wonderful, but just like with any Demon, make sure to keep them out of the sun, and until they get their teeth, they can nurse on their mother's milk."

"I see," You nodded as you registered this information given to you, "Thank you Doctor for all your help."

"Don't mention it!" She laughed, "Demons are interesting beings, aren't they? So versatile, strong, and yet they have their weaknesses."

"I understand," You nodded, "Please, send me the bill so I can pay you."

"Understood. I'll come and see the newborn and parents in a week."

"Thank you, Doctor," You smiled, "You were a huge help today!"

"Always a pleasure to help you!" She laughed as she picked her stuff, and husband before leaving. You smiled as you moved to join the fresh parents, but you noticed a movement by the room's entrance-!

"Is everything alright?"

It was Hinatsuru, holding her baby! You and Tengen gasped as you saw her and you immediately rushed to her, "Hinatsuru, what are you doing here?" You yelped as you helped her to sit down on the bed.

The fresh mother smiled as she looked at her fellow wives, husband, and their children. She smiled, "I couldn't stay away from my husband, wives, or our new babies."

"Tell me next time!" You pouted, but you couldn't stay mad when you saw all 4, no, all 8 of them together. They were so happy, a perfect family really.

You smiled as you reached for your phone and opened the camera, "Let's take some pictures of you guys for the album!"

"You have an album of us?"

"After this day, I will!" You grinned, excitedly "Alright, everybody, please look at the camera and smile!"

They smiled and that was the first picture of them in your first album out of many that would come as the years would pass. You smiled as you looked at the perfect picture, but then the Demons called you, "Master, come to the picture with us!"

"Me?" You blinked and they smiled, "You saved us and gave us a life. We consider you as part of our family."

"Ah…!" You nearly cried as you nodded and walked to them, turning the camera the other way and taking a picture of all 9 of you and your huge family together.

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snowdice · 7 months ago

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Folds in Paper: Book 2 (Chapter 1: Reprieve) [Folds in Time Universe]

Fandom: Sander Sides

Relationships: Janus/Patton, Remus & Roman, Logan/Virgil, Roman & Patton & Logan

Characters: Janus, Patton, Emile, Remus, Roman, Logan, Virgil, Remy

Summary: Janus is trying. After spending months trapped in time with his enemy turned... something else, Janus is trying to find meaning in a world where he or anyone else could rewrite history with one simple mistake.

During his leave from the Time Preservation Initiative, the time distortions that have been causing disastrous ripples in time have not gone anywhere. His partner's past is more mysterious than ever and old and new alliances are shifting. Can Janus figure out what is going wrong with time before that time is up?

The problem with time travel… you never how long you have before the clock strikes 12.

Chapter Summary:

Things are harder, better, but harder.

Notes: Time travel AU, mystery, enemies to lovers, alcohol, sexual innuendo, character with depression, character with ptsd

This is a fic I’ve been writing on study breaks that you have probably all already seen at this point. I’ve slightly edited it for wording and grammar, but not for content from my previous posts. Feel free to send in asks to direct it because I’m not 100% sure where this is going and you can help decide if you feel so inclined! You can see the process I went through to build this at this link.

I also have a playlist on youtube (because Spotify didn’t have one of the songs I wanted).

This is Book 2, Check out Book 1 and the other part of this series here.

“What’s this?” Janus asked when a giant bowl was set on the coffee table in front of him.

“We’re eating on the couch tonight,” Emile said cheerfully.

Janus raised an eyebrow and switched off the tablet he’d been using. “Why?” he asked, setting the device aside.

Emile shrugged and set a second huge bowl down next to Janus’s. “For fun,” Emile said. He turned back towards the kitchen and Janus leaned forward to look in the bowl. It was spaghetti with some sort of creamy sauce and a few different vegetables mixed in along with some shrimp.

“I made green tea too,” Emile said, coming back into the room with two mugs.

“Thanks,” Janus said, taking one of the mugs with a small smile.

“What were you doing?” Emile asked as he took a seat beside Janus. He nodded at the deactivated screen now sitting on the end table.

“Just playing some puzzle games,” Janus said.

“That sounds fun,” Emile said with a smile.

“Head doctor said they might be a good thing to do to pass the time when I told him to fuck off after suggesting reading.”

Emile sighed. “Dr. Figueroa is my colleague. You could try to be polite.”

“I thought I was supposed to be my authentic self in therapy,” Janus replied.

Emile just huffed and rolled his eyes. Janus couldn’t help but smile as he picked up his mug of green tea.

The last few months had been…different. In a lot of ways, Janus’s life had become harder than it had been before. It had been easy to do nothing but eat pre-prepared meals, go to work, and pass out in his empty house every day. It wasn’t good for him. He’d known it even then, but it had been easy. This was not.

Emile had offered, insisted really, that Janus move into his house for a bit just to get back on his feet. He’d taken time off of the TPI which would have been given to him anyway since he’d spent so long trapped in the past. He’d had to give a report of what had happened, and he’d mentioned Patton, but he hadn’t mentioned everything. They’d offered him a shrink when he’d asked.

Janus had told Emile he needed to tell him something about why he’d been distant, so he wouldn’t end up chickening out, but he’d asked for a bit of time to figure out what to say. He’d finally worked up the courage to talk about it with Dr. Figueroa two weeks ago. Much like with Patton, it was easier to talk to someone who hadn’t been involved in Janus’s mistake, but it still wasn’t easy.

He was running up on the deadline he’d given Emile for having that talk. It had to happen soon, and they both knew it, but Emile was just patiently waiting for him to suck it up. It felt… wrong to use his kindness without him knowing the truth, but it was also nice to get to spend time with his brother. He didn’t even dare to hope that he’d still have the chance once he told him.

He was moving back into his own house in less than a week. He’d tell him then so if Emile ended up kicking him out of his life, he wouldn’t have to kick him out of his home too.

For now though, everything was fine. Harder, more complicated, and in threat of imploding at any moment, but fine. Fine wasn’t something he’d really felt in a long time. Or at least, fine while in his own time wasn’t something he’d felt in a long time. There’d been a few moments with Patton sitting next to the fire outside the hole in the ground they’d slept in for those few months where the man would turn to look at him and he’d felt fine. Yet, Patton had been right. Those moments were unsustainable with how Janus was actually feeling deep down.

“This is good,” Janus said, after taking a couple of bites of the pasta in front of him.

“Well, I always was the only one in the house that could cook,” Emile said, and that was true. “It was either learn to fend for myself or eat a cheeseburger for every meal.”

“Hey, I had a good burger seasoning.”

“Not for every meal, Janus.”

“Meat, dairy, bread. What more could you want?”

“Vegetables, Janus.”

“You could have put pickles on them!”

“I don’t like pickles.”

“That sounds like your problem, not mine,” Janus argued.

Emile shook his head, turning his eyes to the ceiling. “How have you been surviving on your own?”

“Well, I mean,” Janus said. “Badly.”

“Right…” Emile said. He leaned over to bump their shoulders together. Janus flashed him a smile.

“Speaking of,” said Janus. “Could you physically force me to pack tonight? I meant to do it today and instead I ended up playing puzzles games.”

Emile chucked. “Sure, I’ll help you after dinner.”

“You don’t have to help me,” said Janus. “Just make me do it.”

“Maybe I want to help,” said Emile.

“Oh, yes, packing. The most entertaining of Thursday night activities.”

Emile hummed and then glanced at him. “Remember when you helped me pack for college?” he asked.

“Mmm, I do,” Janus replied.

“I was so stressed about going somewhere new,” Emile said, “that I avoided packing for weeks. Every time Mom would ask me how packing was going, I’d tell her it was going fine but in reality, I hadn’t even started. You came home two days before I had to leave because you were going to help me move into my dorm. It’s like you could sense no packing had been done the moment you stepped through the front door.”

“You were doing your ‘hiding the broken horse statue from mom’ shuffle,” Janus said with a smirk.

“Well, you walked me straight to my room and we packed everything up in those two days,” Emile said. “You made it so much easier.”

“Yeah, because I hovered over you until you did it and did half of it for you,” Janus snorted.

“It wasn’t just that,” Emile said. “You also found the music streaming station run by the university and put that on and talked about what your freshman year was like. You also had tips on what things I should and shouldn’t pack when moving into the dorm.”

“You still took all of the cartoon character stuffed animals despite my advice.”

“I thought there’d be more space on the bed,” Emile frowned.

Janus snorted.

“But anyway, just having someone else around made me happier. It wasn’t just about the workload being halved either. You being there made me feel less lonely and reminded me I’d always have someone to come back to.”

Janus internally winced. He was sure Emile hadn’t meant to make him feel guilty in any way. In fact, he probably was trying to do the opposite, but him saying that just reminded Janus that it hadn’t been true. Janus had abandoned him for literal years and hadn’t been someone he could always come back to.

The last few months, Emile had proven himself to be at least close to who he was before Janus had messed with time. There were a couple of differences here and there, and Janus could not be sure if they were from him changing time or from him avoiding his brother for the past three years and him naturally changing. Most memories they shared that Janus cautiously brought up or Emile mentioned on his own were consistent with what Janus remembered, but he hadn’t pushed too hard or dug too deep. It just made him feel more guilty about avoiding the man for so long.

It made him want to ignore the man more, because it seemed every choice Janus ever made only hurt him.

…

Well, perhaps not the college radio station when helping an anxious 18-year-old pack up his childhood bedroom.

He should probably tell Emile that his words made him feel guilty because that was obviously not the intention and he’d want to know. He should probably apologize properly for leaving him alone for three years without an explanation. He should probably provide an explanation for those three years.

He should probably go see the head doctor again soon.

(He should probably stop calling Emile’s colleague who was in the same field as him a head doctor derogatorily in his head.)

For now, he just glanced at Emile. “You’re trying to bully me into letting you help pack with logic, aren’t you?”

“I am,” Emile confirmed without remorse.

“Fine,” Janus sighed, “but only if you let me do the dishes for you.”

Emile took a long moment to consider the offer. “You drive a hard bargain,” he said, “but okay.”

“And no doing anything sneaky like getting bags ready for me on your own while I’m doing it or the deal is off,” Janus said.

“You always think of all possible loopholes, Janus,” Emile sighed.

There was a long silence.

“Agree, you prick,” said Janus.

“No promises,” Emile replied cheekily with laughter in his eyes, and things were good for a moment more.

#sanders sides #janus sanders #emile piccani #patton sanders #mociet #time travel #character with depression #character with ptsd #character with anxiety #folds in time universe #folds in paper #adriana writes

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fallen-gabrielle · 1 year ago

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I have a hurt/comfort AU/fic for KND where Father becomes amnesiac. Not decommissioned, just amnesiac.

The story starts with a fight between Nigel and Father, and it escalated quickly where Nigel accidentally hurts Ben too hard to the point he almost died. Nigel called an ambulance because even if he hates his uncle, there is a line he won’t cross (can’t say the same for Ben but that’s why he’s a villain). Anyway, Nigel warns his dad about it (Monty and his wife are recommissioned in this AU for giving expositions and maximum angst). Nigel see that Monty is super protective of his brother and worries a lot about him and Nigel feels bad about the situation. Ben is in a coma for a few days.

During that time, Monty takes the DC under his custody because yes, the social services can still be dicks. And that my headcanon about the uno bros and the social services is always the main backstory for them in my stories/AUs. At first, the DC fucking hate Nigel for almost killing Father and living under the same roof is not easy for either of them. Nigel’s parents do appease the tensions though.

Once Ben wakes up, he’s got amnesia from the physical trauma. But he didn’t just forget a few things, no no, he forgets pretty much his whole life: he ‘s back when he was around 8 years old, when Grandfather was still in power. So before the Kids Next Door nor the social services dramas. Idk, he has a lot of issues, his subconscious brought him back during a time when he was feeling slightly fine, and that meant when he was with Monty. So of course when Monty learns about that, he gets the most brilliant dumb idea… to lie to Ben. He’s going to pretend that they were never separated by the social services and that the original KND operatives didn’t treat him like dirt (both are the reason Ben became evil in my headcanon). Everyone else was just sitting like ‘that’s a bad idea’, especially the DC because they know their father well, and he doesn’t like when people lie to him. But since the doctors said it could be dangerous to force Ben to remember everything at once, the family accepts to lie to him for the time being.

So Ben goes live with his brother too, the whole family is reunited. Ben learns to know his children and it’s super cute, fluffy, and sappy. They are of course kinda afraid of him but this Ben is actually very nice. After some time, the DC actually prefer their father like this. They also start to hate Nigel less cuz they have a better dad now. Nigel realizes that Ben was indeed a different person before becoming Father. At this point, Monty already told Nigel about all the angsty stuff that happened, so Nigel starts to have genuine sympathy for Ben. The whole family spends quality time together, it’s nice, Monty is happy to see Ben happy.

Of course the KND are aware of Father’s condition and asked Nigel to watch over him to find the right moment to send him to the artic prison, but after a while, Nigel isn’t on board with it anymore. While he does want to send Father to the artic prison, he just doesn’t want to do when Ben is in this state. Ben still needs medical attention cuz his physical trauma was kinda severe, and it would be too easy to trap Father when he’s powerless (amnesiac!ben means he’s also unaware he has powers). Nigel learned to know his uncle better and doesn’t want the knd to give him a second reason to hate them. Nigel wants to avoid the original drama that solidified Father’s hatred for the knd. The organization pressures Nigel to choose his side, even his friends of Sector V start to look down a little on him for sympathizing with their worst enemy.

And since it’s me we’re talking about, there will be a moment where everything turns into shit eventually. But honestly, I haven’t really thought about the actual ending of it. Ben does start to remember everything: the feeling of betrayal and abandonment from his brother, the social services and the knd in general, and of course, that it was Nigel who put him in this state (even though it was really an accident). He gets his powers back but doesn’t control them well (doesn’t remember much on how to control them, plus the emotional and psychological pain messes with it). Nigel tries to reason with him, and has to explain the whole truth cuz Ben was not doing well about the feeling that everyone just straight up lied to him. It kinda works, but the knd show up, ready to capture Ben. Nigel is exasperated by their actions cuz he was trying to prevent his uncle from becoming Father all over again. Ben was confused as to what to think about his nephew after he revealed everything but Ben still chooses to protect Nigel from the knd and that where the story ends.

There’s a lot of super sweet moments in this story between the characters, but also some angsty ones. Monty gives Nigel the cold shoulder at the beginning but then apologize to his son for exemple. I just wanted a story where Monty and Ben could be happy together and stuff. Nigel learns that not everything is black and white and there’s nuances everywhere, the DC get to be actual kids and have fun with their father, playing games and whatever. Ben being in general wholesome is always one of my favorite prompts.

#fallen-gabrielle thinks something #knd au #amnesiac!ben #knd #kids next door #cknd #codename: kids next door #idk I just wanted a hurt/comfort story and that’s what I came up with #what do you think?

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monty-glasses-roxy · 24 days ago

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Doomsday.

The last thing roxy remember before blacking out and system shutting down was win she found cassie after the elevator crash and stay by her friend side.

But win she came back online. She woken up in a room sitting on a table completely and fully restored. And upgraded in areas to. She was back to normal but cover in a thick layer of dust.

As she scans the room she noticed a tv and a vhs tape label.

* VHS tape * Very important roxy wolf.

Roxy would eventually put the vhs tape in the tv and hit play and then she see cassie father. And a bunch of scientists. engineers. And doctors.

Cassie father.

Roxy. I truly thank you for staying next to cassie side to the very end..

With that out of the way. After we recovered you and cassie both. The world ended... a nuclear war had started ended all most all life.. but the ones who made it to the bunker that fazbare had built nearby..

We were lucky enough to get you cassie and a lot of the team there. That were you at for the scound..

And ... your problem and most likely going to wonder what happened to cassie..

She was turn into a animatronics to save her life... she in the room next to yours.. she been asleep for a long time roxy..

Promise me yall take care of her old friend..

The radiation on the surface is to dangerous for anyone to survive.. to save cassie life we turn her into a animatronics.. so the radiation and element wouldn't effect her or you both... let say win we upgraded and rebuilt you.. we did... you have a lot of the state of the art system..

Even a radiator system that scans miles around for any threat so you can advoid them...

You and cassie are both power by a miniture fusion core witch means you no longer need a charging station. (( like fallout 4 fusion core ))

VHS tape ends..

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As roxy system updates.. she releases she been offline for 5 years at this point.. but she would go into the room next to hers

There sitting on a table is a smaller animatronics. (( like is Roxy had a little sister animatronic ))

Fur color brown

And sporting a roxy raceway racing's gear.. just a racing suit basically.

Next to them is a back pack full of supply's.

As soon as roxy says cassie. That win the cassie would of power on and woken up. Roxy quickly going into big sister mode trying to comfort cassie and preventing a panic attack that was unstoppable.

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Several hours later. Roxy and cassie both had finally made it to the surface.. to see... a city left in a shatter mess. But mother nature is slowly reclaiming.

Not a human left in sight and not a threat in miles And look the pizza is a few blocks from here.. as Roxy was thinking to herself.

Idk maybe it just a lame au but it a orginal.

Well it's not a lame au that's for sure this sounds real interesting!

Where did the tech team go though? If they fixed Roxy and Cassie up, where are they now? Where did the doctors go? Is it like a mystery and they've left to go and find out where they went and what happened to them? What kind of supplies would Roxy and Cassie even need if they're both animatronics and don't need to recharge?

Ohhh if the pizzeria isn't that far, could they go back and get everyone else? Would they turn it into a mega-shelter of sorts, using their immunity to the radiation to their advantage by not having to really worry about it when they're out and about? If Cassie can still eat, would one of their goals be to figure out how to detox the ground of radiation so they can grow food?

I mean, if they're immune to the radiation, then they're going to be at a huge advantage to everyone else. Where a living being wouldn't be able to do something, they would after all. But then again, if they spend enough time searching for other people and find no one, would the wasteland just become animatronic land? There's no one to stop them from just fucking off and finding out, right?

Everyone in the bunkers struggling to get by, resources thin and tensions high, while the local Fazbear animatronics have decided to start a war with irradiated pool noodles and learn that lift from Dirty Dancing. Why even stay in the Plex? They've taken over the nearest garden centre and the park next door for their new base and have decided to start building a card castle but with cars instead of cards.

The animatronics are free and they're exploring the world in all it's silent beauty for the very first time...

To be fair, there's probably skeletons fucking everywhere which would more than likely upset them, but that also means they're never short on mysteries to solve. Who is this person? What's their name? Who were their family and friends? Where would they like to be put to rest? Plenty of stuff to do there I'd say!

They can go anywhere and do anything they want now too, so what's stopping them from going to every Fazbear location and picking up as many friends as possible? What's to say that seeing a human in the wasteland hasn't turned into the equivalent of seeing a unicorn and animatronics are just everywhere?

There's a lot you can do here!

May I suggest a DVD or a regular tape in a tape recorder though, maybe even an old phone or a DSi or something? I'm not sure Roxy or Cassie would know what a VHS tape is lmao

#I am intrigued!!!!#actually that's a hell of an idea. i should log 'use a games console instead of tapes and letters' for later use because uh #yeah I don't even know how you'd record a VHS at home? I know you CAN but I can't think how at the moment??#oh wait it's the fucking camcorders and shit isn't it whoops #listen. they haven't made those things in decades. they're SIGNIFICANTLY older than me okay #I'm allowed to forget and not know these things lmao anyway #nice au buddy!!! it's cool!!!#pop rox answers #anon's doomsday au

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adultswim2021 · 1 month ago

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Mary Shelley’s Frankenhole #5: “Death” | July 12, 2010 - 12:30AM | S01E03

Okay, so Dr. Frankenstein is immortal, right? Like for science fiction reasons, our guy can not die or age and is all Rick and Morty about it. But here comes Death, in his (you can tell he’s a dude!!!!) classic-ass Grim Reaper get-up, all coming for Frankenstein’s two Mortys, who are elderly and very ready to get passed away. Death becomes distraught when Frankenstein doesn’t seem to care about his boys being plucked from his living, breathing, family tree, and demands respect from the good doctor. When he doesn't get it, he decides not to ever take his boys just to spite him, and that’s basically the whole episode. It is an episode about a man being forced to care for his elderly sons for all eternity.

I never cared for this episode that much, and don’t really have that much to say about it. The joke about me comparing it to Rick & Morty really did make me realize how much this show ran so R&M could walk. Hey, that phrase is weird, right? Like, I’ve constantly heard people say it with walk and run swapped but I always took it to mean the previous generation ran around a bunch to distract dogs from attacking the “walking generation”. But people way it the other way all the time and I’m even seeing internet search results saying it’s actually right to say walk so run. Huh. Well, if that’s wrong I don’t wanna be running.

I looked up that “Doc and Mharti” short to see when that was made. 2006!! Wow. I would say they still transposed a lotta gloomy tude from this show for the Rick Show, for sho’!

EPHEMERA CORNER

Count Dino’s Dungeon

It’s the final one of these things. Fun fact: I attended an Adult Swim panel at San Diego Comic-Con and I think Frankenhole was splitting a panel with other shows, and a friend of mine got up to ask Dino about the possibility of a Count Dino’s Dungeon spin-off and he yelled “It’s already cancelled! GET OVER IT!”. This was after the first Sunday they stopped showing these.

I am pretty sure that was the panel in which I was seated next to a really beautiful woman in Lady Au Pair cosplay, and didn't realize who she was dressed as until it was deep into the panel, and by that time it felt too weird to break the ice by saying "I know what character you are dressed as... woman... let's make love".

MAIL BAG:

and this silent french film is your favorite movie of all time?

I didn't say that but uh, it's pretty good. I do like the scene where the guy shoots his son after getting mad at him. Very funny stuff

As a black member of Dino's animation staff that walked out on him because of his racist antics: I want to say thank you to you for doing the word SLEAZY in green font in your children's hospital writeup. Adding a little color to your blog goes a long way and it's what we've all been fighting for. Thank you, brother.

Oh wow, looks like we got a magic man on our hands!

Please do not post the squid characters dancing again. It's truly a detestable sight.

You don't think they deserve a little fun after getting third in their timeslot among the 18-34 demographic??

I read somewhere that the "Star Wars VII" episode of 12 Oz Mouse (the one with Shark & RBM buying harmonicas that's just intentionally them wasting time) was made out of pure spite against the network for cancelling their show. I can't remember where I read it though. Figured you would know, so I'm asking you. Is any of that true?

I have never heard this, but never did go too deep with that show. I don't think I read a single interview with Matt talking about that. Were there ever any?? I wonder.

#adultswim2021 #adult swim #mary shelley's frankenhole

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thewritingbeforesunrise · 2 years ago

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BALLERINA - Chapter Four.

A Jake Kiszka AU

Physiotherapist!Jake x Original Female Character

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A/N: This is chapter four of the story about ballet dancer Iris and physiotherapist Jake. This is quite short, but I promise you, the next one is longer. Next part will be out on Friday. Consider this a little sweet present to cheer you up and help you get through tomorrow. I hate Mondays. Again, this is a slowburn, but I promise, it will be worth the wait.

P.S. The wait is almost over.

Please, feel free to let me know what you think about this!

Word count: 1.6K

Warnings for this chapter: 18+ ONLY for brief mentions of masturbation and oral sex, talking of physical rehabilitation and medical stuff (I am not an expert, I apologise for any inaccuracies), poor mental health, fluff, verysoft!Jake.

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The week proceeded well and on Friday, the doctor who had operated on Iris, Dr. Allen, came into her room to talk to her and check her leg.

He told her he was very happy with the work she had been doing with Jake and that he was positive that after three more weeks she would be dismissed from the hospital.

Iris was both happy and sad.

She was so happy to finally go back home but, at the same time, she couldn't bring herself to think about what her yet so miserable life would become when she won't be able to see Jake anymore everyday, for the usual rehabilitation sessions.

She had gotten to the point where she needed him like air. She even dreamt about him at night, when she could sleep and she wasn't plagued by nightmares.

One night she had jolted awake from her sleep thinking he was in the room with her. His presence in the dream had been so overwhelmingly real that she felt the touch of his hands on her body and she felt like crying frustrated tears when she discovered she was alone.

The only thing that allowed her to find a bit of relief was slipping her trembling hand in her panties underneath the covers and finish what he had so skillfully started in her dream with his warm tongue and callous fingers.

She was ashamed of herself at the beginning, but at that point, she honestly didn't care anymore.

Every time he came into her room it was becoming more and more difficult for Iris to suppress and ignore the dull throbbing ache between her legs.

On Monday morning he arrived and she told him rather sadly that she would be dismissed in three weeks time.

"Why are you wearing such a pout, Iris? Aren't you happy to finally go home?" He asked her, curiously.

"Well, yes" she replied and then confessed to him "but I am sad because I won't see you anymore."

He looked at her with a puzzled expression and then bursted out laughing.

She didn't understand what was happening. Her confused expression made him laugh even harder.

After he caught his breath he told her, still snickering "Oh my God, darling, I am absolutely not abandoning you like that."

And then he grabbed her hand.

"When you will be at home, we are going to continue with rehabilitation with the same schedule we kept here. That means that you are stuck with me everyday for at least three more months. And when we are done with ordinary rehabilitation we can start something more specific, like trying to get you back to dancing, how does it sound?" He said all of that while smiling proudly.

Iris was mesmerized by his words.

Their meaning was slowly sinking in and she felt hot tears start to form in her eyes.

She didn't think she could be this happy again.

Iris didn't know what to say so she threw her caution to the wind, grabbed his shoulders and hugged him as tight as she could from the bed.

He didn't expect this and neither did she. His back muscles felt so strong but soft at the same time under her touch.

He returned the hug just as tightly as hers, pressing her even more against his chest. Her face rested in the crook of his neck and so did his in the crook of hers.

It was almost too much for her sanity.

His hair was so soft on her cheek and smelled wonderfully like vanilla shampoo. She inhaled deeply like he was her own personal drug.

Iris wanted to overdose on him.

Then, she felt him shift so he could speak right in her ear.

"You won't get rid of me so easily, darling, you have my word." He whispered, his hot breath on her skin making her head feel dizzy.

She shivered at the feeling of his lips so near to her skin and he noticed.

She saw the little smirk on his lips when the hug broke and she had to look away.

That only made his smirk deepen.

He spoke again, his voice, deep and raspy, intruding Iris's thoughts like never before.

"So, I think it's time to help you put some clothes on. I've had many complaints from some of my patients on your same floor about a girl walking around in just a shirt. And, since among my patients you are the only one under sixty years old, I assumed that you are the girl they are talking about." He said that in such a serious tone that he almost made her believe in what he was saying.

Seeing her confused expression, he clarified with a toothy grin.

"I am messing with you, I didn't have any complaints" he laughed and, finally, she did the same.

"But I thought that you might want me to help you to figure out how you can put some pants on when you are cold without hurting your healing leg." He said sincerely.

She had to admit she had thought about asking him to help her do exactly that but, of course, he beat her to it.

He showed her how to do that, using a pair of joggers of his that he kindly lent her. He insisted on her keeping them even though she had her own clothes and she finally gave in, blushing deeply and caressing the soft black fabric of his joggers with her sweaty fingers.

His hands never left her body, steading her constantly when she needed him.

"So you told me that I am your youngest patient here, really?" Iris asked him curiously after a while, when they had finished and she was in her bed again, the skin of her legs warming up thanks to his joggers.

"Yes, you are and you are even the least handsy one." He said, laughing, a bit embarrassed.

"What do you mean?" She asked and he laughed, again.

"I mean that among my patients, well, my female patients, I have some crazy admirers. Last year, there was a lady in her nineties who needed rehabilitation because she had broken her femur. And every time I helped her stand, she would inexplicably grab my ass, and not even that subtly. She wasn't only touching, she was genuinely groping me. Every time, when I asked her not to do that, she kept telling me that she had done that because she had to steady herself or she would fall down" He told her sheepishly, a light blush covering his cheeks.

She couldn't believe what he was saying and she couldn't stop laughing but, in all honesty, she couldn't blame the lady, at all.

"And I am not finished. Once she also tried to sneak her hands to my front. Her husband was so jealous that once he pulled me aside and told me to stop hitting on his wife or he would hit me." He finished his sentence with a wide contagious smile.

"Oh my God, you have even gotten a real threat." She told him, still laughing.

"I do a very dangerous job" he told her with a wink.

Her eyes landed on his forearm and she noticed again the scars he had there.

"These scars on your forearm were caused by one of your patients?" She asked him, laughing.

"No, that is an injury caused by my very own little brother who thought that jumping off the roof when I was on the porch was a good idea. He didn't even have a scratch on him after, because he landed directly on me and on my arm. And this is what I got" he said, smiling despite the painful memory.

"Well, now every time you look at them you are reminded of your little brother" she told him.

"Have you got brothers or sisters?" He asked her, curiously.

"I have got a younger sister, she is studying in Paris now. We are very close. Sometimes when I can't sleep I call her and we talk until one of us falls asleep. But she has exams now and I don't want to bother her" she told him and he listened, attentively.

At that moment, he reached for his back pocket, fumbled with his phone and handed it to her with a new contact page open.

"If it's ok with you, we can exchange numbers so when you can't sleep you can call me instead of tossing and turning around uselessly. I mean it, Iris" he said, his eyes were so brown, sweet and honest that she wanted to cry.

Iris tried to tell him that she didn't want to bother him but he quickly dismissed her excuses. "You won't bother me, I am here almost every night till late, so don't worry. Before being your physiotherapist, I am your friend and friends always help each other." He was serious.

She blushed, but she did as he asked and thanked him.

After the usual rehabilitation he left her.

In the evening, she received a message from a new contact.

Unknown:

Are you running around half naked again? I am hearing some commotion from your floor. ;) J.

She laughed alone in her room and then answered him.

Iris:

No, it's not me. I am completely tucked under the blanket you sent me the other day (I have never thanked you properly. Thank you!) Are you sure the commotion is not caused by your ninety-year-old grabby friend? ;)

She quickly saved his number and got a reply almost immediately.

I am happy you like the blanket. And thank God the lady is at home now.

Iris:

I love it. Thank you again.

Goodnight Iris. Sleep well. See you tomorrow.

_____________________________________

She smiled stupidly at the screen and slept peacefully for the first time in weeks, thinking about his sweet calm brown eyes glimmering in the soft morning light.

Next chapter

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rapha-reads · 10 months ago

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20 questions for fic writers!

Tagged by @nooowestayandgetcaught an entire eon ago!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Currently, 5! I'm hoping to get at least one more in the next few months.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

21,282. Eh. Slow work.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Of the 5 published ones: 1 original work, 1 Romeo and Juliet work (for Tybalt x Mercutio), 1 BBC Merlin work and 2 works for the Bollywood movie Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge (I swear I will finish it).

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

N°5, The Creature (Original Work, 12)

N°4, Small Matters in Big Cities (DDLJ, part 2 of a series, 26)

N°3, Build Me An Empire (Merlin, 34)

N°2, Golden Lights On The Roofs (DDLJ, part 1 of a series, 51)

N°1, Ignorance Is Bliss (R&J, 104)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Of course! As I am more of a reader than a writer, I try to comment as much as I can, and I love it when an author answers, so when I do put on the writer hat, I try to interact with the people kind enough to read my stuff. It's basic courtesy.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Definitely Ignorance Is Bliss. It's focused on the relationship between Tybalt and Mercutio and it's canon compliant, so you know how that ends. The next Tycutio I write is either a Modern AU or a Canon Divergence/Everybody Lives fix-it, because my boys deserve some love and happiness.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

That will be Golden Light On The Roofs! It's a post-canon fic, taking things up from where the movie ends, and it's maybe the fluffiest thing I've written.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nah. I barely get love, where would I get the hate? XD

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope! I don't mind reading it, but I am way too ace to actually write it. I'm not part of the Aces Who Write Filthy Smut Club.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Oh, oooh, okay, so, I have not published any crossover, but it's something that I truly want to do! I have an entire idea for this. I am writing a Torchwood/Doctor Who fic that fixes Ianto's death (as one does), and the central crux of it is that Jack's corral is actually a Tardis that ends up imprinting on Ianto and becomes a huge spaceport that's connected to all of time and space and the multiverse, and in that spaceport, every type of encounter is possible. It's an endless playground that allows me to make various characters meet, and I have a lot of ideas. I just need to finish the main fic before getting on with the crossovers. Some day.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

...To my knowledge, no.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I translate my own work! The next fic I'd like to post soon is a Merlin fic that I wrote first in French. I'm currently rewriting it first in French and then I'll translate it to English, and I'll post both versions. So that people who read French can also see my style in my own native language. That beng said, I wouldn't mind having my fics translated in other languages.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

A fic, no, but my siblings and I are co-writing an original novel together.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Hard to say. My oldest ship, that I'm aware of, is Tycutio (Tybalt and Mercutio, R&J). My main one these days is Merthur (Merlin x Arthur). Honestly I'm not too attached to either ships or fandoms, they come and go, and it all depends on my mood or what hyperfixation I'm stuck on at the time.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I don't think I have something that could be considered a WIP that I wouldn't finish. I have fragments of text that could be added to a bigger work, or not, but all the actual WIPs I have, meaning, works with a clear beginning and a general direction, I will finish them. Maybe not now, maybe not next year, but at some point, I will. I don't like rushing.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I have been told that I have a strong style, as in, syntax and use of language, and then descriptions and general atmosphere. The kind of works of mine that people have read and commented most are actually not my fictions, but my essays and thesis, mostly in French and English and also a few in Spanish, and professors and teachers have always praised me for my prose. Well, one teacher a long time ago said that was too much purple prose, but that's one out of dozens of teachers and profs, so who cares.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I get too much into depicting the atmosphere, the descriptions, the characters' emotions and thoughts, and I get stuck on progressing the plot or making them interact. That's the thing that makes me write so slowly, actually, the fact that I get stuck on how to advance the plot.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

See above. I already write in several languages, but whatever the language, dialogues don't come easy to me. Even in French! When I know the character very well, it's easier, like Tybalt, Mercutio or Merlin, but when it's a new character or one I'm not too attached to, its harder. One dialogue that was surprisingly easy to write outside of my favs listed above, was the banter between Simran and Raj (the DDLJ fics), because I have watched DDLJ countless times and it's one of my most favourite movies ever, so even though I don't speak Hindi, I was inspired.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

That'll be Romeo and Juliet! Back when I was a teen (around 12-13yo), I wanted to write a rewriting of the play in prose, starting during the main 6' childhoods (Romeo, Juliet, Mercutio, Tybalt, Rosaline, Benvolio), because I always thought "They're the main heirs or children of the major families of the city, they're nobles and the same age. They definitely knew each other before the play started. The play states that the grudge between the families has started anew in recent years, meaning that before, there was relative peace, so it wouldn't be too outlandish to think that these kids actually grew up and were educated together, so from that point, it changes the events of the play, right?". And so I started writing an entire plan, chapter by chapter, different parts, "1 - Childhood in Verona", "2 - Exile in Rome/Mantua/Florence", "3 - Back to Verona", etc, and I started researching, reading biographies of Shakespeare, the origins of the story, life in Verona in the 12th century... I never finished it, and it stayed as a plan, but it's one of the projects that I definitely want to finish.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Well, in light of above, and if we're only talking about the fics I have posted... Ignorance Is Bliss. I love that one, I'm really proud of it. And it makes me really happy whenever I get a kudo or a comment!

Thank you for the tag and sorry for how long it took me! Life has been messy this past year.

Tagging if they want: @marloviandevil @hopelesshawks @regulusrules and anyone else who'd like to do it, just tag me!

#rapha talks #i was tagged #fic writer #20 questions #ask game #ao3 #fics #merlin #ddlj #romeo and juliet #merthur #tycutio

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otame · 2 years ago

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Raimon Eldritch Chronicles; AU Timeline; PART ONE

Post-Ina11OG/Pre-Ina11GO-Season 1: (Fyi, instead of 10 years, the gap between FFIs are 15 years in this AU, just so that some things make sense.) After graduation, Gouenji decided to go to senior high in Okinawa, where he pursued his studies. There, he eventually met Higan Bana, a red haired female with red eyes, and you know where this leads, but for the sake of it, I’ll say it; they basically fell in love, and ended up in a relationship. At 17 years old, Bana became pregnant, and, mixed emotions swell in; they haven’t even gotten to college yet, she’s 17 years old, they’re about to graduate. But one thing’s for sure, they’re keeping the child, it wasn’t the kid’s fault anyways. But that kid will feel otherwise once she’s older. 7 months pregnant, and turns out, the pregnancy had rendered Bana to become terminal, meaning that she could die if she kept the baby until birth. Gouenji pleaded and pleaded to the doctors to find a way to save both Bana and the baby, but unfortunately, there was none. This caused Gouenji to swirl in a haze of depression for the next two months, and it was only on July 24th, that he had realized and learnt his lesson. Bana was in labor, and in the last two hours that she and Gouenji had, they were able to clear some things out. One hour left, she smiled sadly and said “Sorry that I hurt you like this...”, while Gouenji shook his head; it wasn’t Higan’s fault that she’s terminally pregnant.

“At least name our baby girl, hold her before you breathe your last breath...”

“Shuuya...her...name...is Arazen.” And the flatline beeped while the baby was snuggled in her arms, cooing in slumber. For the next hour, Gouenji was crying, both in loneliness and happiness, as he cradles the baby in his arms. For the next two years, he had been joining in part-time rackets to earn money for taking care of Arazen, often coming home tired from both studying and working, but nonetheless was happy to see Arazen giggle and chuckle as she started to learn how to walk. “Papa?” the little toddler chirped while Gouenji was writing on his notes. He dropped his pen and notebook, and blinked on his stupor. “Papa!” Arazen happily repeated. He sobbed and cradled her for the next two hours. Kidou was blinking in surprise when he decided to visit Gouenji to check on him. “What the hell?” he said while watching Gouenji fix Arazen’s diaper. “I can explain.” “Um, I don’t think you need to...I already get the gist.” For the next year, Gouenji was able to finish high school, graduate, yet he decided to keep on taking care of Arazen. Kidou, unknowingly to him, slowly developed attachment to the kid, and maybe feelings for the toddler’s father. But those feelings can wait. Now, he is content with helping Gouenji and Arazen. But things are about to escalate quickly to a scale and angle they never thought could happen. Objects were floating around Arazen’s room while she was giggling because she bumped her head on the wall, and activated her psychokinetic abilities for the first time. “What the fuck.” the two males thought when they saw Arazen floating around like it’s zero gravity in her room, the kid now 3 years old, happily giggling. “Look Papa! Father!” Arazen smiled. It was even more surprising when she made her first Molotov cocktail, and exploded a teddy bear that she was annoyed at, solved radicals at the age of four, already knew how to cook pancakes, and was able to differentiate metonymy from synecdoche. “An unstable genius...” Kidou smirked, while Gouenji sighed and smiled, knowing that raising Arazen was going to be anything but normal. He didn’t need it to escalate to this. His daughter, his only remaining link to Bana, was kidnapped. Seething in rage and blinded by hysteria, he and Kidou traced her to a secret facility, which the tracking itself took a year. Planning to break in and actually doing it was another story, another year for both segments. But hell as if they’re not going to do a suicide mission to save Arazen. Apparently, Arazen...or her being labled as G-007 ALEPOU...a psychokinetic Nine-Tails...Hysteria... wasn’t the only one needed to be rescued. A-001 PIGASOS...an aerokinetic pegasus...Tenma? Aero? B-002 ELAFIA...a harmony-based deer and peacock hybrid...Takuto?Harmonia? C-003 LYKOS...a pyrokinetic wolf...Kyousuke?Pyro? D-004 GRYPAS...a phytokinetic and gyrokinetic gryphon...Shinsuke?Flora?Gyro? E-005 HIPOGRY...an electrokinetic hippogriff...Aoi?Electro? F-006 FIDI...a hydrokinetic serpent...Ranmaru?Hyrdro? He recognized PIGASOS...wasn’t he the kid he saved with a puppy from falling planks?

His eyes shook in horror as he realized what this facility was for...Kidou was repulsed, though he tried to remain calm, but the mere thought of mutating young children with their already pre-existing abilities to turn them into bloodthirsty killing machines for war made him very nauseated. The kids technically did become what they were experimented for, but it backfired onto the damned scientists who had the balls to mingle and tamper with the kids. One scary thing about kids is that they’ll act on emotion. Meaning, if you give a kid a chance to kill someone they hate, they will do so without hesitation. And damn, with the amount of bloodshed happening in the facility because of seven kids, it was fucking genocide. Man, are they gonna have to hide for a year or two before returning the kids to society once they find a way to sedate their abilities.

#inazuma eleven go #inazuma eleven #matsukaze tenma #shindou takuto #tsurugi kyousuke #kirino ranmaru #sorano aoi #nishizono shinsuke #gouenji-kidou arazen #gouenji shuuya #kidou yuuto #goukidou

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