#Glenn: “Whatever you say kiddo :)”

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Sephiroth being a 6'7 grown adult and Glenn STILL doting and fussing over him like he's still a kid is like my favorite little hc from FS.

Everyone sees scary soldier man. Glenn just sees the same tiny socially awkward runt desperately in need of a hug.

[mochalottie]

Hi, have you ever thought of writing a modern au fanfic? I would die to see modern au by you! I mean something like Ronal, Tonowari etc. fostering/ adopting Spider who is a foster kid. Of course, this is just an example of what I mean, not a request 😅 I love all your works!

Have a good day/night <3

Hi anon!!!!

That is a very good question, and thank you for asking it!

I do like Modern AUs in general, because AUs are my jam~ but, in terms of writing one for Avatar, I have to say there isn't much of a want to on my end. Mainly because the whole world of Pandora is such an amazing feat of imagination that putting the characters into our world feels not quite boring, but strange to say the least.

However, I will say that the idea of Ronal and Tonowari adopting tiny foster kiddo Spider is very cute. And who knows, maybe I might write something small for a modern AU if it takes my fancy.

(But obviously after ftnadol and the ikran racing au @be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie 's mellissa has put into my head which is now living there rent free).

And thank you!!! I'm glad you like them so much <333 If you have any more questions, don't be nervous to ask I love getting them.

I hope you have a nice day/night/afternoon/evening/whatever time of day it is with you <333

[mind-river-widerthanamile]

The Last of Us Season II, Episode I

Overall, the episode was incredible. A lot of callbacks to the game, while also moving forward with some original concepts. As someone who played the game, I like being kept on my toes a bit with the creativity of the writing. I know that there will eventually be a Joel in one, but all of the aspects between here and there, I have no clue about.

Speaking specifically about this episode, I was surprised that Abby and her crew were introduced so early, but I actually thought it was an incredible choice. It allows the watcher to empathize with the character in a different way, since we can't play as her, obviously. When you play as Abby in TLOUII, at least I had a sense of dread-- like, "who is this jacked lady and who is she looking for? It better not be Joel, and why is it Joel?" But we don't even find out who she is or her motive until we play as her, which I think led the players to be all upset. This was a wise choice on Druckmann and Mazin's part, since we need at least some of this backstory in order to continue watching the show (e.g. consider The Walking Dead when Glenn died). Great decision on their part.

I also was really impressed with the actor who plays Dina. She comes across bubbly and likeable, really sweet, interesting, multidimensional, open, and overall just awesome. She really stole the show. I loved the misdirect of Joel saying "Hey, kiddo" and we expect it to be Ellie, but it's Dina instead. Shows how much Ellie and Joel have drifted apart and we weren't there for it. So much so that Joel just has a new collection of daughters. This leads me to another thought: maybe it's this vulnerability to take in these girls who are in need of help, or whatever, that allows him to open up to Abby in a future episode. This disconnect he feels with Ellie, and his experience with his own daughter, really could make that happen. He just has a soft side for these girls and he wants to be there for them.

Next up: Eugene. Really cool that we get a glimpse into his character. Good on Gail for telling Joel that she hates him for killing him, and how he did it. I imagine it was a "dog in the street" situation where Eugene was bitten or something, but it could also be something much more sinister. Though, I don't imagine it would be easy to fake an infected bite on Eugene. I think that Eugene and Ellie were both bitten and she had no problem at all, or her bite mark showed or something, or Eugene told Joel that he had to shoot both of them as per the protocol, and Joel had to shoot Eugene in the end. Just a thought.

The porch scene: Oh my god, what a misdirect. I was waiting for her to talk to him, but I'm glad they didn't include that yet. I hope that they include it at the end.

My thoughts on what will happen next episode(s):

I think Abby and her crew are going to have to go into Jackson to escape the hoard. I think that these people in Jackson trust them, show them kindness, and I think they'll have to deal with some conflicting feelings about seeking out Joel. Maybe they'll even get to meet Maria and understand the important role that Joel plays, and how he's integral to the community.

[nellie-elizabeth]

The Walking Dead: Lockdown (11x17)

I gotta say, this episode really didn't pack the punch that you'd want for a first outing after a long hiatus. It kind of felt like more of the same, making me wonder why they chose to break the season up the way they did.

Cons:

I've said this before, but watching The Walking Dead tends to cause me to just... zone out majorly. Important plot details will just slip right off my brain without making any sort of impact. There are too many characters and their motivations are too murky, too unnecessarily convoluted. You've got Hornsby doing his takeover of the other communities, and our good guy heroes trying to stop him. But then you've also got the Milton family inside the Commonwealth, and all the trouble being stirred up there. It's like a slice of a different TV show, watching the political protests and scandals happening inside this world. And earlier in the season I was praising the Commonwealth stuff for just that, for standing out and being somewhat different. But now it just feels super unmotivated, and I'm not sure what characters I'm supposed to be connecting with at any given moment.

Like, we've got Connie, stirring up a mob. Yumiko, trying to play nice. I simply don't know what anybody's endgame is here. Is this community going to get ripped apart and spat back out into the lawless wasteland of the zombie apocalypse? And is that what we want to happen, because there are evil fascists in charge?

I think what it's coming down to is an awareness of how few episodes there are left of the show. I want the ending of The Walking Dead to feel like a big culmination, not a confusing, meandering dead end.

Also, the stuff with Negan and his pregnant wife continues to make me sigh in vexation and boredom all at once. You could not pay me to care about Negan's happiness. Sorry.

Pros:

What it comes down to for me is that I still do like some of these characters, and so when I watch the show now I'm on the lookout for these little character moments, things I can grab onto. And this episode, like most episodes of the show, had a bit of that.

I liked the moment where Daryl says he'll always look after Maggie, mentioning that it's what Glenn would want.

I liked Carol making food for the kiddos, and Judith lovingly mocking her bad cooking, but roasting Daryl's as even worse.

I liked Yumiko and Magna having a check-in, Magna saying they'll never leave the Commonwealth without Yumiko, that it's all or nothing.

But honestly, these little moments are about all I can say in praise of this episode. I want the writing to grapple seriously with the plan to overthrow the Commonwealth's current leadership. Not saying it's wrong to tear down the evil fascists or whatever, but what is that going to lead to? How do we protect the community while still overhauling its structure of leadership? And how to we get Hornsby out of the picture, since it seems pretty clear we've gotta deal with that dude?

Maybe I'll be pleasantly surprised with how this is dealt with in the coming weeks. Either way, I look forward to the finale of The Walking Dead with considerable relief - enough is enough!

6/10

[ma-lark-ey]

Nick Close had never been a very fantastic child. That much was very obvious. Granted, most of the dumb and illegal shit they did was for their fathers attention (however rarely that option actually worked), but it was still dumb and illegal shit.

Tonight was not one of those dumb and illegal nights, however; tonight was still a night Glenn Close could never find out about. Nick prayed he'd never find out about.

Nick had always been closed off from their father. How couldn't they be? When they were little, it was always Nick and Momma at home, while Daddy was on tour or doing shows. Glenn only started being home once in awhile when Mom died. And yes, Nick calls him Glenn. Glenn was never... He was never 'Dad.'

And this, this was certainly one of the things Nick kept tightly closed off from their father. That thing being one of the biggest secrets Nick may ever keep; their gender.

Nick didn't *mind* to be a 'he,' don't get them wrong. Some days, they really enjoyed being a 'he.' But today? Today... Nick was a she. And she couldn't deny that. Some days she felt so fucking confident in her body, like she could throw on a baggy t-shirt and slightly too-big pants with a beanie and fight god. Others, her body felt like someone else's and she wanted to rip her skin off and start over. Dress like those beautiful alternative women she saw on TikTok. With the demonias, fishnets, skirts, ripped up shirts, messy hair. God, some days she didn't know if she wanted to be them, or be with them.

Tonight, she definitely wanted to be them.

She had done up her makeup in the most extravagant way she knew how, eyeliner to the gods. Fishnets under a faux-leather, checkered print pencil skirt she found thrifting with Grant a few days ago. She had one a torn up old t-shirt she'd cut into a croptop and not to mention her Docs. She felt like she could fight god with her chain belts and dramatic jewelry.

Nick knows Glenn would never care if he knew his 'son' sometimes felt more like his daughter, but she wasn't ready to give him that kind of trust. Grant? Grant got that kind of trust. Henry got that kind of trust. The twins got that kind of trust. But not Glenn. Glenn hasn't proved he'd deserved that yet.

And maybe Nick didn't want to take the time to explain why Grant sometimes called her Nickie beyond "Its just a nickname, Glenn."

And she was okay with that. She knew that she wasn't ready. Maybe she'd never be 'ready,' and Glenn wasnt in her life enough for it to matter.

...

Why'd the front door just open? Why is Nick hearing a car lock? Why is the front door opening? Glenn's not supposed to be home from tour until tomorrow. And here Nick is, in the living room. Looking like a pretty well passing woman. She had learned plenty of tricks over her last two years of presenting feminine some days. The lanky, stickman build the had was the one thing Glenn had given to her that she was thankful for.

But the genetics of Glenn Close that were gifted to his child were not the problem at hand. The problem at hand is that *Glenn's home.*

Glenn's home. Glenn's home, and Nick is not in her Glenn Mode. She's vulnerable. Vulnerable to a lot of questions she doesn't want to answer tonight. Doesn't want to have to explain where all this women's clothing came from, nor why she's dressed as one. It can't pass as drag, but she's obviously not in drag makeup. Fuck. Fuck it all. Fuck her life and her shitty decision making skills. Fuck Glenn for never communicating his plans. And fuck the stunned way he's staring at her now.

The awkwardness of the room was palpable at this point. Nick felt like a deer in headlights. Nick felt like melting into the floor and disappearing from the world. Nick felt like her whole world was about to collapse in on itself. What if Glenn hated her, what if he didn't want her to act like this or be this person, what if-

"Well, don't you look nice. Got a date or something, kid?"

Thats... That's not what Glenn was supposed to say. That's not what he's supposed to say! He's supposed to be upset or revolted or-

"I- I uh..." No. No don't cry. Fuck. Why are you crying, Nicholas? Nicole? Fuck what even if your name right now?

Glenn's here. It should be Nicholas. That's your name when you're a boy. But its a girl day. You want to be Nicole today. Glenn is here, and you're Nicole right now. And Glenn is here. And you're Nicole. And Glenn-

She heard a bag drop on the ground and footsteps come toward her. She stepped back and tried hide behind her arms. No words. She can't speak.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

She remembers the time she went to school in feminine clothes and a couple of guys almost jumped her, before Lark pulled a knife on them and got them both suspended.

Hands grab onto her shoulders, a gentle hold. She can feel the calluses on Glenn's fingers from his guitar. When was the last time he held her?

Her knees feel like jello. She remembers when she started posting on her second TikTok, open about her gender and pronouns because she didn't have to keep up a cisgender face when her dad didn't have the account. And how transphobes sent her deaththreats until she blocked all those words from her comments and the DMs got disabled.

She's a few inches taller than Glenn in her platform Docs. Which she realizes when he pulls her into a gentle hug. She feels makeup running on her face. And she's crying. Why is she crying?

She remembers being ten years old standing at moms grave, standing next to Glenn. Just after the burial. It was the first time she'd seen him cry.

Her chin's on his shoulder now, his arms around her upper torso and holding her against him. She realizes she's shaking. That he's just holding her. He's holding her. Daddy's home.. He's giving her a hug...

She remembers the last time Glenn had hugged her. At Mom's funeral. She was sobbing at her grave, and so was Dad. He pulled her into him and held her so tight. So tight she thought he'd crush her. But he just held, like she was the entire world. Like if he let go he'd loose her to. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, hid her face in the mix of long hair and his suit jacket. He felt like her whole world in that moment, too.

Nickie brings herself back to what's happening. Glenn's holding her, her arms are awkward resting on his back, He's clutching her by the shoulders. She remembers these hugs. The hugs that he used to give her every time he left and came home. The ones he gives where every second of it is embued with love. It felt like that now.

She could tell he loved her. But those words felt like lies in her head.

Lies. Lies. Lies. So many lies. So so many lies.

"I'll be home by nine, Nick." It was a lie, Glenn didn't come home for three more days. "I promise I'll be home on your birthday." He wasn't. "I'll be there." He wasn't. "I'll make it, promise." He didn't. Everytime. Everytime, where Glenn shouldve been, it was Mom. And when Mom died, it was Henry. Or Ron. Or Darryl.

But he's here. Right now. And he's holding her. It doesn't make it okay, it doesn't excuse it. But he's holding her. Her knees go weak, and she crumbles. He crumbles with her.

She sobs, he doesn't force her to say anything. She doesn't return his hug, he doesn't expect her to.

"You're supposed to be mad." Nick mumbled after she doesnt remember how long. Glenn gives a light chuckle and adjusts his grip on her.

"And why would I be?" He asked, not protesting as Nick shoved him off and shuffled back a few inches. It felt weird to be so close to him after sixteens years of so much distance.

"Why wouldn't you be?" She spat, crossing her arms and staring at the ground. "Nick's fucked up again. That's my whole brand! Being a total and absolute fuck up! The disappointment! The druggy, the- the... The mistake." She felt more hot tears behind her eyes. She could feel Glenn staring at her in concern.

"Nick, you are not a fuck up. Or a mistake. Or whatever else. Nick, you're my baby, and I-"

"Then why did you leave? If you're gonna pull that bullshit, and say you love me no matter what, and that I'm your little girl, and that- that you wanted me from the very beginning and wouldn't give me up, why did you leave? Why dont you care now? When you come home, and woopsie! Your son's dressed up like some goth chicken. Why are you acting like everythings fine!? Everything is NOT fine, Glenn!" She hit the floor with her hands and growled in frustration. It wasn't fine.

Glenn stared down and took a deep breath. Then he sighed. "Yeah, I can't blame you on that one, kiddo. Alright, full disclosure, Nick. I already- I knew. I knew about the pronouns, and the name. I knew. Henry told me."

"H- Henry... Did what?"

"He told me. Soon as you told him. He called me that night, let me know what you had said. We have a rule in our group, we've had the rules since Grant came out. If one of the kids comes out as anything, you tell the other dads. Especially if its a name and pronouns thing. Cause, we agreed that since well, we were all kind of one bug cluster fuck of parents to each others kids, it was better if everyone knew who was what. So we didn't fuck it up."

"So you have a rule to out kids to their parents? That's-"

"No! Not any kids. Its just you, Terry, Grant, and the twins. Just you five. Because, here's the thing, Nick- Nickie? Whatever. Us dads? We arent- we're new to the whole queer scene. Its not as normal for us to just fliparoo what pronouns and names we call people as it is for you guys. So, we would practice to each other. When you told Henry you liked being called Nickie, he came to us and essentially said, 'I'm gonna say Nickie to you guys as often as i fucking can do I don't end up deadnaming.' "

Glenn took Nick's hand into his and held it tight. Nick still felt like punching Henry in the fucking face for outting her to Glenn.

"You know that I love you, Nick." Her body went rigid at that. And she looked uo at him, glaring as hard as should mister with how fucking teary eyed she was.

"Do I? Do I know that you love me, Glenn?" And his face fell. It was like she just sucked his soul out of him. Good. That should be one hell of a wake up call.

"Nick, of course I love you. What would ever make you think I didn't love you?" Nick but her lip, thinking over her words before she said them. She thought on a lot of things.

"You left. My mom died, and you left. My *mother* was dead and you went back to touring in a matter of weeks. My mother was dead, and I was ten years old. And I was home, by myself, for weeks. Glenn, I was alone for months. Sure, there the nanny. But that wasn't Mom or Dad. I needed my parents. I needed my dad. I needed my dad to give me a hug, promise me it'd be okay. That we were okay. And he fucking left. He walked out that door, didn't come back for months, only called every three weeks. Missed birthdays, holidays, soccer games, and whatever the fuck else. Why on gods green earth would I think that you loved me when you fucking abandoned me, Glenn? Why? Would you think I loved you if I fucked off to god knows where after being home for just a couple days? Huh? If when I found out you'd been up in drug city with your mates and getting caught by cops doing a bunch of stupid shit, all you got was a slap on the wrist and a phonecall that last three minutes?"

Glenn stared at the ground for a long time. He didn't speak. And he pulled her back into a hug, practically dragged her across that distance to hold her again. Hold her like the whole world depended on Glenn never letting go again. Like if he let go everything would come crashing down, like Nick was the entire fucking world and he just wanted to protect her. He held her like he had when Mom died.

"God, Morgan... He's just like you." He mumbled, clutching Nick so tight she couldn't breath. She didn't care he used the wrong pronouns, she didn't care he'd barely even addressed the elephant in the room, she didn't care her heel was digging painfully into the back of her other leg. Her dad was here. He was holding her. He was making sure she knew he loved her. Dad finally came home.

Glenn let out a painful sob into Nick's shoulder, he said something. Nick thinks it was an apology, but between the sniffles and the hiccups and layers of clothing, its impossible to tell. Glenn pulled her up into his lap, held her like he would when she was five or six. Her head on his shoulder, his arms around her middle as he sat horizontal across his lap. Her legs were too long to curl up like they used to, so they sat awkwardly half-stretched across the floor. It was nostalgic in a way. It felt Glenn was just realizing how many years he'd wasted. How much time with his child he had lost.

"I'm sorry, Nick. Im- I didn't realize. I'm so fucking sorry, Nick." He was still crying. Crying more than Nick had ever seen him cry. She could hear the self-hatred and the regret in his voice. She reached an arm around his neck and pulled him that much closer.

"Just don't leave again... Please, Dad." Nick doesn't remember that last time she had called him 'Dad.' But, it felt right in that moment. It hasn't felt right in a long long time.

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Left Behind -- Chapter 3

You have all been so wonderful and lovely! I couldn’t help but post the next chapter after all of your kind comments <3 

@gumnut-logic you is da best! Thanks for all the help again because this fic is like like 50% you!! 

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9 / Chapter 10 / Chapter 11 / Chapter 12 / Chapter 13

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Lucy had to smile as her youngest son ran up to her before she could even announce her return. She caught him in her arms, hugging him tight and pausing to kiss the top of his head. It was a relief to be home, back with her family where she needed to be. Not in Kansas City, fighting the board over her capability of running both her own business and that of International Rescue. 

 “How you doing Kiddo?” She asked, pulling back enough to look at him, “You finished your lessons today?”

 He nodded, tucking himself into Lucy’s chest as he sighed, “I don’t wanna go to school next week Mom, I want to stay here with you!”

 Squeezing him tight, Lucy sighed herself, “I know Allie, but it’s only for two weeks and I promise I’ll be there at the weekend to see you.”

 She knew he was still pouting, but two weeks in school followed by a month of home schooling was the best deal they had found when it had come to moving to the island. 

 “Let your mother put her things down at least, Allie,” Sally scolded gently, “She’s had a long flight.”

 Lucy smiled up at the older woman, refusing to let Alan go despite what she said, “It’s okay, I missed my baby.”

 “Mo-om!” Alan protested, “I’m not a baby any more!”

 Kissing him on his cheek, she laughed, “You boys will always be my babies.”

 An alert from the desk in the lounge drew her attention. From the sound she knew just what alert it was, yet couldn’t understand what had triggered it. 

Looking to Sally, she frowned, “Was there a problem whilst I was away?”

 “No,” Sally confirmed, “I checked just at lunch time, Thunderbird Five is fully operational. I haven’t made any calls for the elevator, and as Lee and Val are away in Two I don’t imagine they have either.”

 Pulling away from Alan, Lucy went to the desk, pulling up logs and system reports immediately. 

 The problem was immediately obvious and froze her heart, “It’s a hack.”

 Instinct told her to shut the ship down, to freeze and destroy anything aboard it before it fell into the wrong hands. 

 Something else made her hesitate though, made her look closer at the lines of code that had sprung up in front of her. 

 It was familiar. 

 Swiping the screen to one side, she turned her focus to the CCTV of the island, more specifically that of the hangar. 

 Red hot anger melted the ice that had clutched her heart. 

 “Scott Carpenter. John Glenn. Office, now.”

 Alan’s eyes were wide as he looked over the edge of the desk and up at the hologram, “What did they do Mommy?”

 Taking a breath, she looked down to him, “Assured that neither of them will ever get to fly a Thunderbird.”

 “Will I get to fly Thunderbird Three Mommy?”

 His hair was soft and downy as she ran her hand through it, a fond smile gracing her lips as she nodded, “If you work hard Allie, I don’t doubt you will.”

 She didn’t voice her fear of what might happen if one day he did.

 ***

Scott knew that he had to keep calm, that flying off the handle wouldn’t end well. 

 He’d clashed with his mother before. 

 In the past Dad had always been there to mediate. 

 Except Dad was the reason they had called the space elevator home. 

 They couldn’t give up on him, not so soon. 

 John paused as they reached the door to their parent’s office, turning back to Scott with a glare, 

 “Let me do the talking.”

 That was probably wise. 

 Scott wasn’t sure he could make any promises though. 

 A roll of his younger brother’s eyes and he reached for the door handle. 

 He felt the ice from his mother’s glare before the door was fully open.

 “You two better have a damn good reason for whatever you thought you were doing recalling the space elevator.”

 The look John threw at him as they stood in front of the desk in the room spoke volumes, a dangerous reminder to stay quiet and let him handle it. 

 “I’d say that we pointed out a rather large security flaw for you,” The younger brother shrugged, hands going to the pockets of the jeans he had hastily changed into once they had been caught out. 

 “Why?” She asked looking between them, “I’d expect Scott to do something stupid like this, but you John... You’re meant to be the sensible one. What on earth were you thinking? You’re barely licensed for flight with NASA never mind with IR.”

 Scott bristled at the comment, but bit his lip. 

 Next to him, John rocked on the balls of his feet, coming across as being far too at ease for the situation. 

 “I wanted to test my programme.”

 He could see the ice thawing in their mother’s eyes, but there was still anger there. Intrigue perhaps getting the better of her over John’s statement. 

 “What programme?”

 John wouldn’t need any more prompting, he would happily launch into an in depth description of the programme, what it did, how it worked, why they needed it. Scott knew, he’d made the mistake of asking before.

 “In short, John.” 

 Scott had to look down to the deep red rug they were standing on to hide his smile. 

 “I--We thought that we could use my NASA project to scan the area where the Zero-X was.”

 “And why did that require Thunderbird Five?”

 “It is the only thing I know with enough processing power.” John shrugged. 

 Scott felt her eyes turn to him, forcing him to look up and meet her gaze.

 “You told him?”

 “No.” He sniped, knowing the protest sounded more like a child of Alan’s age than the twenty-six year old he was.

 “Don’t take that tone with me young man.” She snapped back, standing from her seat, leaning forward over the desk, “Don’t you forget what your clearance tests flagged up. I’ve a good mind to strike you. You’re still on probation.”

 “Oh sure, like you need to remind me!” He spat back, unable to help himself, “It’s like you’re looking for something to strike me out for! John’s the one that knows how to hack shit, yet you automatically assume it’s all me!”

 Her tone was low as she held his eye, “You watch your language.”

 “Why?” He yelled, ignoring John’s murmur of warning, “We’re all fucking adults here! Or have you forgotten in your determination to keep us all as children forever.”

 He wasn’t sure what response he had expected, but the resounding yell made him flinch, “Do not raise your voice at me.”

 Heart hammering in his chest, he swallowed hard, “I’m an adult, I’ll do what the fuck I want and that includes to keep looking for Dad!”

 “Effective immediately, you’re grounded pending full investigation of this leak of confidential information.”

 “No, Mom,” John protested softly.

 Scott didn’t wait to hear any more, spinning on his heel he stormed out of the office, ensuring he slammed the door hard on his way out.

 There was a long moment of silence. John looking to the floor as Lucy fell back into the leather desk chair with a sigh of regret. 

 His voice was soft when he did finally speak, “He just wants to bring Dad home, Mom. Just like the rest of us do.”

 She knew that, from the bottom of her heart she knew that they all wanted the same thing. 

 It was just that she couldn’t see her boys get hurt. 

 Not when she had lost so much already.

 It took a herculean effort to look up to him and meet his green-blue eyes. The red of his hair was emphasized by the gold of the sunset shining through the window at her back. 

 When had he gotten so tall? 

 When had her little boys grown up so much?

 Something shifted in John’s face, his eyes softening, the set of his jaw loosening as he gave a slight nod and turned, leaving her in silence.

[zhanael]

@The RWBY FNDM

Fuck off with that “manipulation” bullshit in regards to Ozpin, thanks.  Rant under the cut.

First off, in case you didn’t play Grimm Eclipse, Oz actually doesn’t want anything to do with Grimm at all.  Dr. Merlot was experimenting with Grimm, mutating them, and was responsible for Mountain Glenn’s destruction, all of which Ozpin found disgusting and heinous.  He never sounded more angry with anyone than he did in that game with Merlot.  Suggesting that Ozpin manipulated Salem into experimenting with Grimm in any way and that’s why he’s “cursed” is flimsy and reaching at best and outright ignorant at worst.

(Yes, this is actually a “theory” I read.  Ugh.)

Second of all, immortality just by itself is a curse.  You live on, watching friends and family live and die, and you’re very, very alone.  But you still get attached because it’s what makes this immortality bearable, at least for a time.  Oz has it a little worse because he does die, but ends up resurrecting in someone else, still remembering literally everything, and actually absorbing that person.  It’s not that the gods themselves cursed him, it’s that he sees it as a curse.  I’m 100% sure that he doesn’t want to do this anymore, but he literally cannot stop it until he stops Salem.

And that’s the kicker, there.  Y’all keep wanting to blame him for shit Salem does.  He wouldn’t have to train warriors or make Maidens to throw at her if she wasn’t trying to destroy humanity (and faunus-kind).  That bitch started the war, and he’s trying to find ways to end it for good.  That’s the thing about war, kiddos.  It’s never bloodless.  People fucking die, and no, it’s not great, but what do you want him to do?  Salem and her Grimm want to kill everyone.  How the fuck do you expect him to fight that?  Walk up to her and give her a hug and tell her everything’s okay, that she doesn’t have to be this way anymore?

You people who blame Ozpin for Pyrrha’s death, saying he manipulated her or whatever, sound exactly like Hazel.  If I didn’t know better, I’d say Hazel was made as a portrayal of your portion of the FNDM (which I do know better, thankfully).  Pyrrha made her fucking choice, just as Gretchen did.  Pyrrha was a warrior with a heart of gold, ready to sacrifice herself for the greater good, Maiden or not.  Even if Ozpin hadn’t explained to her what was going on, if she hadn’t lost her life on the tower, she would have lost her life to Salem and her minions or her Grimm at some other time.  That wouldn’t have been Ozpin’s fault, but she would have died anyway, because she would have fought Salem--or at least her Grimm--and thrown herself in harm’s way for anyone else.

But since she did actually die after making her choice, let’s go over these circumstances of said death here.  First up: the world of Remnant as a whole.  Semblances are a thing, Grimm are a thing, Dust is a thing.  The supernatural isn’t uncommon.  But magic, the ability to manipulate reality in more ways than just one and without the use of Dust, is entirely unheard of anymore.  It’s lost to legends and fairy tales, much as it is in our own world.

So take a high school jock that’s still pretty nice and actually pretty smart.  Not nerdy by any means, but aware of pop culture, at least.  Then tell that jock that magic is real.  They’re not going to believe you at first, laugh you off.  But then other people they trust go “well...............yeah” and they’re going to start worrying.  “What do you mean?” they’ll ask. “Like, fireballs and shit?”

“Yes,” says the authorities they’ve grown to trust. “No special tools like lighters or flamethrowers.  From their hands, from nothing but the energy inside themselves.”

They’re probably going to start freaking out.  Like, a lot.  Their reality has been shattered.  Everything they thought was true could be a lie. 

There’s a show on Netflix called Magic for Humans.  Episode 5 featured a gimmick where the magician convinces a bunch of people to pretend the subject of his trick was completely invisible.  The show only featured two separate subjects.  Neither thought it was real at first, but when they came to realize that no one seemed to see them, their reactions changed.  The first bought into it pretty handily, even tried to steal some wine thinking he actually was invisible (lmfao at the Ring of Gyges actually proving right).  But the second was absolutely panicking and breaking down into tears, enough to make me wholly uncomfortable with the entire thing.  He believed he actually was invisible, and he hated it.  That’s how your average joe would react to magic.

And that’s how your average Remnant joe would react to magic.

It was revealed in Volume 5 that the Spring Maiden (before Raven) had panicked and fled.  The burden had become too much, Leo said.  She was scared, Raven said.  She was the dude who was turned invisible and she fucking hated it.

Given all that, why on earth would you people think putting all this shit up front would be at all helpful?  Why do you think Ozpin wants to scare off anyone who could take on this power when he’s already had it happen once?

Now, no.  Pyrrha was not your average Remnant joe.  She was strong, resourceful, and willing and able to learn.  I don’t think she would have freaked out, at least not that much, but you could hear how shaky her voice was when Glynda, Ironwood and Qrow confirmed that Ozpin wasn’t joking.  Even before she was given the actual choice, she was questioning everything she knew, and I’m sure Oz could see that.  I’m sure Oz could see another Spring coming on.

So he was going to take the slower approach with her, even despite the circumstances around Amber.  Surely he thought he had more time.  Even the choice he gave her was intended to be answered at the end of the Vytal Festival.  How long would that have been?  The Olympics, which is the closest real world comparison to the Vytal Festival, lasts 16 days, so just over two weeks.  We were probably close to halfway through the Festival when Oz called Pyrrha into his office, so that decision would have been given maybe a week, week and a half.  Not that long when it comes to a big decision like this, but certainly a lot longer than what she actually had.

Because the next day, Beacon fell.  And that wasn’t Ozpin’s fault.  That was Salem’s fault, and Cinder’s fault, and Emerald and Mercury’s fault.  That was Roman and Neo’s fault.  That was Adam and the Vale chapter of the White Fang’s fault.  Pyrrha saw what was happening, knew she had an opportunity to do good, to try to keep more people from being hurt, and she fucking took it.

If Cinder hadn’t ambushed Amber, she wouldn’t be in a coma.  If Amber hadn’t been in a coma, Ozpin would not have needed to seek out someone to take her on in an effort to keep the power out of Salem’s hands.  If Oz didn’t need to find a replacement Fall Maiden, he wouldn’t have called Pyrrha into his office.  If he hadn’t called Pyrrha into his office, she wouldn’t have known about magic or anything else.

But even if she hadn’t known about magic or anything else, if she had an opportunity to stop Cinder, she damn well would have taken it and died anyway.  Because that’s how Pyrrha do.

Yes, Ozpin appealed to her sense of justice and protectiveness.  But I don’t think that was unique to her, or to anyone.  I think that’s actually his own perspective.  He seeks out people who are willing to fight for humanity and protect it from the darkness, and tries to empower them to do so in any way he can.  But he hasn’t stopped being human (or faunus), despite being immortal.  He can still make mistakes.  Unfortunately, because this is war, those mistakes can be big ones, and cost lives.  Gretchen Reinart.  Summer Rose.  The second-most-recent Spring Maiden.

Pyrrha.

Their deaths burden him.  He’s exhausted, he doesn’t want to do this anymore.  The Wizard was him trying to escape it, or at least rest, just for a while.  But he can’t, quite literally, not while Salem is still around.  And now he’s stuck with a bunch of teenagers and one trusted friend, in the body of another teenager.  He no longer has the support he used to have--especially since Leo betrayed him.

Salem is winning.

And yet y’all want to think he’s the bad guy too, for doing what he can to stop her??

Right.  Okay.  What the fuck ever.

You people exhaust me.

[thewalkingdead-imagines]

Negan Imagine ~ Out of the blue (pt.2)

Weeks after Negan has helped the reader through the heavy birth of her son, their developing relationship and Negan’s growing role as a father figure for her child causes her some serious trouble with the group

part 1

It took some time but here it is, the highly requested second part and I really hope you’ll enjoy this! (the gif isn’t mine/It was originally posted by aliciasdaryl)

The sun shone brightly through the windows as you sat at the table, looking at the small babyphon while clinging to your second cup of coffee after the almost sleepless night which laid behind you. Days ago it had seemed like your son had now fully began to sleep more at a stretch, for two maybe even three weeks that had worked just fine, but the last nights had shown you that you couldn’t already say ‘goodbye’ to the as good as sleepless nights. The horror birth of your son Negan had helped you through was now a bunch of weeks ago and you couldn’t love you this little guy more but those weeks had shown you that being a mom really was an exhausting full-time job. You heaved yourself slowly up, walked over to the couch and let yourself sink into the soft fabric while you fought your eyes from closing. Normally, you would have allowed yourself to shut them and just rest for as long as you could until you would have to be a functioning mom again but this time was quite different, It was just a matter of moments until Negan would arrive. He was coming as often and staying as long as he could, the amount of time he spent in Alexandria was mostly longer than the one he spent gone from here and with every time he visited and with every minute you spent with him you grew closer. And you weren’t just staying awake because you were looking way more forward to seeing him again than you wanted to admit to yourself but also because you felt like you needed to know what happened between him and Rick as soon as he would step through the gates. You only needed to look into Rick’s eyes whenever he saw Negan with you to know that he hated to see one of his people that close to his enemy. And you really couldn’t blame him. Regardless of what sides Negan was showing to you and your son, he definitely wasn’t showing them to Rick, rather the opposite and you knew that he still was the one who had killed Glenn and Abraham. You cringed at the thought of the talk you've already had with Rick about this thing with Negan, whatever it exactly was. You knew that the only reason he was somehow accepting it was because you and the baby were safe, had everything you needed and Negan refused to take as much as he would have normally. He left all of the food and medicine here, there had been no time he had arrived  without having anything for the baby or even you with him and his doctor had regularly checked on you both especially shortly after the birth. Your glance wandered through the big window outside as your tired eyes caught Daryl who was setting up some new crops. He was another reason Rick was just staring at you and  wasn’t saying a thing. You knew that Negan had just given in to your plea to let Daryl come back because it had been the thing that had been standing between the both of you and not because of the goodness of his heart. You sighed, trying to calm the mess in your mind down that began to create as soon as you began to think about it while your eyelids got heavier with every single second. “And we’re back at it again in this goddamn dreamy burg”, you heard Negan’s booming voice call out as your eyes fluttered open and you realized that the sleep had overpowered you. With a small groan you lifted yourself from the couch, grabbed the babyphon and walked over to the entrance, already hearing how Negan’s voice sounded again through the air as you opened the door. “Now where are my favorite Alexandrians? What Rick? Did you thought I’m here for you or your shit? Fuck, I’m sorry to disappoint you but not every fucking thing is about you. You really should’ve figured that out by now”, Negan said in a provocative tone and with a chuckle as you walked outside to the stairs. “Shit, there is already one of them!”, Negan called out as his glance met yours and turned softer again. “Now Rick, loosen your bodice. I’m not taking shit today”, Negan said with a grin before he patted Rick’s shoulder and walked past him over to you. “Hey”, you said with a smile as you saw him walking up the stairs. “Hey favorite“, he said with a wink as he stepped closer to you and pulled you a little closer. “Is the little man sleeping?”, Negan asked before you grabbed the baby phone from your back pocket and held it slightly up. “Yeah, finally”, you exhaled with a small exhausted smile as you put it back before you caught Rick’s tensed glance from the corner of your eyes. “We should get in”, you mumbled while you saw how Negan pulled his brows tight before he bit his lip, seeming to realize the reason for your urging tone. “Because of them?”, Negan asked as he raised his eyebrows and pointed behind him while you tilted your head with a sigh. “Negan”, you said almost in an exhorting tone before he let out a sigh. “Alright”, he grunted before he turned one last time around to Rick and cleared his throat. “Rick, don’t you have other shit to do than practicing that damn stink eye?”, Negan asked while you could see Rick huff before you finally walked inside. “Now that were in here, is Ricky boy giving you a hard time? ‘Cause if he does, I wanna fucking know, I can’t have that shit”, he asked as he looked with a serious glance in his eyes at you “It’s okay, I can take care of myself”, you said just as serious but also with a consoling tone, already knowing where he wanted to go with this. “I know, I fucking know but that doesn’t change in any damn way that I don’t want you to have to go through crap”, he said in a stern tone as his glance stayed stuck on you. “He’s not saying anything”, you replied with a small sigh while hoping that Negan would believe you and wouldn’t pull anything that in the end, would let Rick’s hate for him just grow even more, if that was even possible. “And the stink eye?”, he asked as he slightly pointed outside. “Negan, I get it but you can’t expect him to love what’s going on here”, you said while you looked at him and could see in his glance that he was everything else than pleased. “It’s really okay”, you assured after you had seen him clenching his jaw before he began to relax a bit more. “Alright,...but if it’s more than that I still wanna know”, he said with a serious undertone while his glance darted at you. “Okay”, you said with a small sigh before Negan walked a little closer to you. “I’m not asking or doing that crap ‘cause I want to harm you both, it’s the complete damn opposite”, he sighed as his glance stayed stuck on you, now a bit softer than before. “I know”, you mumbled with a small smile as he nodded slowly. “Alright...before I forget, I got the little guy something new”, Negan said as he grabbed into the pocket of his leather jacket. “Again?”, you asked with a small laugh as he pulled out a small rattle that was basically a plush ring with a teddy bear head on top of it. “Again. Hope you both like it”, he said with a smirk as you heard the soft coos of your son sound through the babyphon. “He’s awake again, you wanna go up?”, you asked smiling as you nodded upstairs and already saw how Negan’s eyes began to glow. “Of fucking course!”, he called out while you already began to walk over to the stars as the sound of his voice made you turn around. “Ah fuck, wait”, he said as you walked back over to him. “What did you mean with ‘What’s going on here’?”, Negan asked with a big grin as his hazel eyes stared with a wolfish glance at you. You slightly grinning tilted your head slightly, knowing too well that he knew what you had been talking about. “Huh?”, he asked again with raised his brows as his tongue slid over his lower lip. “I think you exactly know that”, you responded with a grin as a throaty chuckle escaped Negan’s lips and his hands reached out to your hips to pull you closer. “I do?”, he asked in a husky tone as your hands placed almost automatically on his leather clothed chest while his face leaned in so close that you could feel his hot breath on your skin. “Yeah, you do”, you said grinning back as you could feel your heart beating fast while a small but pleasant shudder ran over your back. Instead of saying something he just shook his head slightly, a wide grin planted on his lips before he leaned sightly in to brush his lips against your temple. You couldn’t deny the way your body heated up while your eyes closed for a moment as you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning a little into his touch. A deep rumble traveled up from Negan’s chest and escaped his lips as they pressed against your skin while one of his hands left your waist and cupped the back of your neck instead. It took seconds until your mind took over again and before you could let it go back to work, let you ask yourself what the hell you did there and eventually made you back away from him you heard another coo coming from the baby phone.

“Hello kiddo, missed me?”, Negan asked with a chuckle as he reached into the crib in your bedroom and gently picked your son up while a wide smile was planted on both of their lips that let a warmth grow in your body. “Heard you kept your mom busy last night, huh?”, Negan asked as he looked at your son who quietly and amusedly squealed. “Well shit, I got the feeling he’s kinda proud of that”, Negan chuckled as he looked up to you while the tiredness that was still stuck in your body let a yawn escape your lips. “You know what? What about you stay here, get some rest and I make a little trip around Alexandria with this little man here”, he said looking down to your son in his arms. “Is that really okay for you?”, you asked as you raised your eyebrows but already saw your son snuggling into Negan’s chest and felt how your body was begging for some sleep. “Are you kidding? Of fucking course it is. You stay here, snuggle up in that fucking cozy bed of yours and get some deserved sleep”, he said commanding but still soft tone. “Okay”, you finally nodded with smile and a little smirk created on Negans lips. “Maybe we can use that bed for something else someday”, he whispered winking as he leaned a little towards you before you playfully slapped his arm. “Fuck, did you see what your mom just did?”, Negan asked with a dramatic undertone as he looked down to your son. “We better get out of here before she beats me up”, Negan added before he looked with a big grin up to you. “Thank you”, you said as you stroke softly over the small head of your son and looked smiling from him to Negan. “Any damn time”, Negan said as he slowly dandled him, his arms and hands keeping his small body securely in his embrace. “Now let’s go”, he added with a small chuckle before you watched how he made his way out of your bedroom. Strolling over to the bed another yawn let your mouth until you felt he mattress and the soft sheets beneath your body. You loved that little guy with all your heart, but your body really craved and needed some sleep without having to worry about anything and exactly that was what you would finally get. Negan had already done that a whole lot of times in the very first weeks when your son had barely slept in the night as well, but different to now he had always stayed in the house with him. You could swear to be able to hear Negan’s throaty chuckle as you already felt how your head sunk into a pillow as you pulled the blanket over your body and your eyes shut, allowing the sleep to finally overwhelm you with all its force. Your eyes slowly fluttered open as the bright sun beams from before had already turned soft and faint, telling you that you had slept for several hours without waking just once up. And for the first time in the last days you actually felt well rested. Turning around in your bed you saw Negan sitting half asleep in the armchair, his bat leaning against the armrest while your son was laying on his chest as he held him tightly, his leather jacket placed over him as a blanket. You felt a smile form on your lips before you saw a small grin forming on Negan’s. “Sleeping beauty has awaken”, Negan chuckled drowsily, his eyes half closed while he looked over to you. “Is he sleeping?”, you asked as you slowly sat up. “Yep”, Negan said, looking down to the little body beneath the jacket. “Thank you again”, you quietly said as you leaned against the backrest, still looking at Negan. “As I said, any fucking time. This little man here is precious as hell”, he chuckled softly as his eyes kept being focused on you. “If you wanna go out, catch some air or shit. Don’t be fucking shy, just do it. I can’t move away from this damn seat here either way”, he said as you scooted over to the edge of your bed until your feet hit the floor. “Just so you know, I already gave him one of those prepared baby bottle thingies you made, so everything’s fine. He’s sated and sleepy as hell”, Negan added before you felt a small smile growing on your lips. “You need anything before I’ll leave you two?”, you asked with a small grin as he looked pondering to your son beneath his jacket. “Well, some kinda new cloth would be damn fine ‘cause I got the feeling he finds it pretty damn funny to share a bit of his food with me after he ate it”, Negan said with a small chuckle, trying to keep his voice down before he nodded over to the old cloth that laid loosely on his shoulder. “Alright”, you mumbled slightly grinning before you grabbed the cloth could just minutes later open the front door. You breathed deeply in as you stepped out of the house while the dusk was already slowly setting in before you walked down the wooden stairs of your porch, past one man who was guarding the house. “Negan’s still inside?”, you heard him ask as you turned back around to him as he adjusted the belt of the gun that was hanging around his shoulder. “Yeah”, you said as his glance darted at you while he gave you a small nod before you turned around again and started your walk You and enjoyed the last warm sun beams on your skin which set a contrast to the crisp wind that was letting a small shudder run down your back every once in a while as you were ambling over the streets of Alexandria. You were just about to walk around around the corner of one of the uninhabited houses as you felt a strong grip on your shoulder that let you turn around in less than a second “You let him go out alone with your son?”, you heard a familiar female voice loudly hiss before you saw into her glaring eyes. “Rosita I-”, you said trying to find words as she already cut you off. “No! Isn’t it enough that you let him into your damn house? Now you need to rub it into our faces?”, she loudly growled while you could feel how her eyes were burning through you. “That wasn’t my intention and you know that, I just-”, you began before she cut you off again and the words just blustered out of her mouth. “Oh no? Do you really think I-we don't see that? It really couldn't be more obvious that you let this hijo de puta be your son’s dad. He killed Abraham, he killed Glenn! Do you even see what you’re doing?”, she yelled but before you could respond anything she continued in a calmer but not less aggressive tone. “I’d want to know if you would still let him this close if you had seen him do it! If you’d seen how he bashed their heads while he laughed at them”, she hissed, some tears gleaming in her eyes while you just didn’t know what to say or do. “He has to die, because he murdered our friends, he has to pay for it”, she began again in a hissing tone that let a shudder ran over your back. “Rosita, I-”, you began before you she cut you off once again. “No, don’t even try to defend yourself”, she loudly snapped while you felt how the anger now grew in you. You could understand her, of course you could, but she couldn’t expect to just yell at you without giving you the chance to say something as well. “That wasn’t what I was about to do, if you would let me finish talking you would’ve seen that”, you growled while her nose wrinkled in disgust as she glared at you. “Are you really that ignorant that you don’t see what you're doing or has he just fucked your brains that much out that you can’t”, her voice boomed, while right now, it took everything for you to not lose control. You might have been close, probably even very close to him but you weren’t gonna let her make you look like Negan’s toy, nor his whore, nor anything. “Maggie has to raise her kid alone because of this asshole. Glenn never gets to be a father and you give this ass the chance to be one”, she hissed and with these words, she had punched you right in your guts. A lump grew in your throat, making it impossible for you to say anything so you just stared in bewildered at her while you tried to fight tears from starting to burn in your eyes She didn’t say more, she just looked in disbelief at you, shook her head before she stumped away, leaving you alone and completely messed up. Just minutes later you found yourself sitting crumpled in one of the unfinished houses, staring through the big windows outside towards the woods. Of course you had seen the way she had been looking at you over the past weeks, especially after every time Negan had visited but it had never been more than just the glare. Even though you had known that it was just a matter of time till her anger would overwhelm her, what she had said had been more painful than you had ever feared it to be. Were you a terrible person? Were you terrible for enjoying to see your son having some kind of father? Were you terrible for being able to feel better when he was around? Were you terrible for feeling all this after everything he had done? You didn’t know. If this whole situation was different, you might even feel the same way as all your friends. Hell, you probably would. When Negan first walked through those gates you hated him only thinking about Glenn and Abraham’s deaths and that all your friends have had to watch him bashing their heads to nothing but skull and blood. And then he helped you through the endless hours of the horrifying birth of your son and showed you parts of his personality you’ve never thought were possible to exist which were now exactly the ones who pulled you into this conflict. You quietly gasped as the tears that were burning in your eyes began to roll over your cheeks and you tried to catch a clear thought. Unsuccessfully. Your chest ached as the guilt washed over your body. You didn’t know what to do or think, he had become a part of not only your life, also the one of your son’s. If you’d just cut Negan out of it you wouldn’t just hurt yourself, you’d do worse. You’d take someone out of your child’s life who actually cared deeply about him and someone who had done nothing but being the best Dad you could imagine for him. And that’s where Rosita had been wrong, you may have been giving Negan the chance to be a father but you had also given your son the chance to have a Dad. You couldn’t just take that away from him, even after everything Negan had done. You sat there until you saw the sun disappearing behind the skyline of the trees and you knew that you if you’d wait much longer, Negan was going to look for you. With a small grunt you got up from the cold cemented floor before you slowly made your way out of the house and walked along the wall to lower the chance that anyone would see you and your tears-stained face. With a small thud you eventually opened the garden door and sneaked into the house before you caught your reflection in the big mirror on the wall of the living room. With a huff you ran your hands over your face, trying to get the last tears off of your face while hoping that your red eyes would turn back to normal as soon as possible. You didn’t need Negan to see them, this thing was already complicated enough. You slowly walked upstairs, already hearing Negan’s throaty chuckle and the sound of the new rattle. You gulped hardly down as you finally stood in the doorframe and saw how Negan and your son laid on the fluffy carpet, some of the older toys and stuffed animals Negan had brought him over the last weeks spread out around them. “You’re one fucking happy guy now aren’t you?”, Negan laughed shaking the rattle again just to chuckle as he heard the small giggle coming from your son before his tiny hand reached out to Negan’s hand instead of the new toy. ”Hell, now you want my finger? Is that damn bear not interesting anymore?”, Negan asked with a chuckle as your son’s tiny hand wrapped around his forefinger. ”Alright, here you go, kiddo”, he softly chuckled as he propped himself on his elbow and smiled widely at your son who just smiled as widely back while his hand stayed clinging onto Negan’s finger. You kept standing there just looking at Negan laying next to your son while he happily chuckled whenever he heard a coo or giggle as you felt how another lump grew in your throat. You were dwelling in some kind of trance as the lump just kept growing and some tears began to burn in your eyes before Negan’s voice suddenly ripped you out. “Fuck Darling”, you heard his voice say as your glance suddenly met his. Your glassy eyes followed how he took your son back into his arms and stood up before he walked over to you, all while his concerned glance was darted at you. You bit your lip, trying to stop any tears from falling over your cheek while you heard how your son slightly cooed as his glance met yours. “Hey”, you quietly mumbled as the lump in your throat let your voice flinch before you felt how Negan placed your son in your arms. Immediately you pressed the small body of him against your chest as you leaned your forehead against his head while one of the tears you were trying so hard to fight back escaped your eye and rolled over your cheek. It took just seconds until you felt how Negan’s hand placed on your shoulder before his fingers caressed your skin. “Sorry”, you mumbled as you slowly looked up to him and tried to wipe the tears off your cheeks. “Shit, you don’t need to apologize”, Negan said in a softer tone before you slowly walked over to the crib and carefully laid your son on the soft fabric before you felt Negan’s hand placing on the small of your back as you turned around to him. “Did Rick-”, he began to ask in a low and growling tone before your shaking head cut him off. “It wasn’t him...it doesn’t matter who”, you mumbled and heard Negan letting out a scoff. “It does”, you heard his stern voice say as you looked with a deep sigh at him. “Negan, please”, you urged before he sighed just as deep, seeming to know that you wouldn't tell him because you exactly knew what would happen to the one if you would. He bit his lip before pulling you closer into his embrace until you could nuzzle your head against his neck, all while feeling how his arms tightened around your body. “I’m supposed to hate you”, you mumbled after a while, feeling how his chest rose  as he sighed. “If you want me to leave, hell, you can say it”, he said in a calm but tensed tone that showed how hard each of these words was for him before you slowly shook your head. “I know…but I don’t want you gone from here”, you reluctantly muttered. “That’s my problem”, you added as he began to slowly stroke over your back. “Listen Sweetheart, the last thing I want is to get you into any problems with your people. I know too damn well that I-”, he said before he stopped to gulp hardly down while he pressed you a bit closer against his chest until you just stood there with him in silence, his arms wrapped tightly around you while his closeness slowly began to calm you down. A bit later you found yourself sitting on the couch in your living room, wrapped in one of the blankets while the flames in the fireplace slightly guttered as Negan let himself fall next to you before his glance caught yours again. “You’re gonna tell me what that fucker said to you? I mean, I get that you won’t tell me who. I don’t like it, hell, I fucking hate it but I get it”, he said as he turned his body towards you as his glance kept dating at you. You let out a sigh your eyes saying locked with his for a moment until you gulped harshly while your glance wandered to the flames. “In that person’s eyes I...well, I don’t see what I’m causing...with giving you the chance to be a Dad while someone else can’t have that because of you...”, you mumbled as you sighed quietly. From the corner of your eyes you could see Negan gulping harshly as he ran a hand over his salt and pepper beard while his glance switched between darting at you and the flames.. It stayed quiet for a moment, neither of you knew what to say until Negan began to raise his voice. “You want me to be that for him?”, he asked almost a little astonished as you looked for the first time back at him. “His Dad?”, he asked further while his glance stayed darted on you. Slowly, your glance wandered back to your hands, a deep sigh leaving your mouth before you slowly nodded. “I-...yes...yes I do”, you mumbled while your glance stayed on your hands, unsure what kind of reaction to expect from him. He was already acting like a father, but realizing it was something completely different. “That’s such a big thing to say, i know...I just...you care about him, a lot, I can see that. I always wanted him to have that and from when I found out about him till the day you came here I thought he’d never get the chance to...I-”, you began again, a small lump growing in your throat, while you were unsure how to start, how to go on. You could still remember how you had sat in front of the positive pregnancy test, hours after the two lines had appeared on it and had realized that they didn’t just mean that you were about to have a child, but also that this child would have to grow up without a father. Of course you had all these people around you who cared about you and who would care about this tiny human too, and you were deeply grateful for it, but it was still something different. And now this whole situation brought bottled up feelings up that had been lingering for way too long in you, things you had never really talked about to no one. “His...well, his birth father...he would’t have been that for him...we weren’t together anymore when he died, he wasn’t anything of the person he was before all this, he was so damn ice cold and I know...”, you tried to say while the first tears began to burn in your eyes. All this time you had bottled up how you had felt about this, after he had died everything had happened so fast, Aaron had found you, you had arrived at Alexandria and not too long after that you had already found out that you were pregnant. That had been way too much to process and even though you knew that bottling feelings up wasn’t the best nor the right way, at that point there had been no other way for you. And now all these bottled up feelings wanted to get out and so did the words. “I know that he wouldn’t have wanted me to have him...not after how much he had changed...and then there are you and...”, you continued while you felt the pain that was running through your body before you felt how one of Negan’s hands placed on the small of your back. “I don’t know what to do anymore...I want him to have you with him but I...I just feel like a damn selfish prick as well because I want you t-”, you began before you stopped yourself from what your overwhelming emotions were about to make you say, or had actually just made you say. “I don’t wanna hassle you or anything, if you don’t want to, I’d understan-...” “You’re not hassling me in any damn way”, Negan said now in a calm tone, stopping you for your own sake before your glance wandered to him. “And I’d be one lucky fucker if I get to be that for him”, he added as he looked at you and reached out to pull you closer against him. You let him until you could feel your body pressing against his, your head leaning slightly against his neck as you could feel him gulping harshly. “After your little soul striptease...guess it’s my damn turn, huh?”, Negan said as he stroke over his beard stubble “You don’t have to, mine wasn’t that planned too”, you mumbled. “Thing is I gotta...I come here out of the fucking blue in both in you and your kid’s life and cause more than just a bit trouble...if there’s anyone breathing left who deserves to know any shit about me it’s you”, he said as the arm he hard wrapped around your waist tightened a bit. “I’m not good at talking ‘bout sappy shit so be prepared”, he said with a small, loosening but also bittersweet chuckle before he slowly started. “Before the world went to shit...I worked with kids, was a damn gym coach...I-I had a wife...”, he mumbled as he stopped for a moment and sighed deeply. “I always wanted kids...but, well it never worked out though...”, he said with another heavy sigh while you huddled a little closer up to him, trying to give him bit of the comfort back he had given you before. “And my wife...she was sick...and she died right when everything went south and I-”, he said with a painful tone in his voice before he stopped to gulp hardly down. You carefully lifted your head from his shoulder as you caught his tears clouded eyes for a moment and wrapped your arms closer around his torso. “It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me all in once, I for sure have a bunch of bottled up stuff left too”, you said in a soft tone and with a small supportive smile before you saw him looking back at you. “Gonna part that shit in bite-sized snacks, huh”, he tried to say with a small, loosening chuckle before he pulled you closer again. “We’ll work this shit with you and your people out, somehow”, he mumbled as you allowed yourself to lay your head back on his shoulder. For a while you just sat there on the couch, entangled in each other before you heard Negan’s voice again. “You could’ve ended that one fucking sentence though...you know, the one where you want me”, he said, the smirk and grin clearly hearable through his voice as you looked back up at him. “idiot”, you mumbled with a small grin as you gave Negan with that the result he wanted to have: Cheering you at least a bit up. “Not gonna gainsay that”, he chuckled as you felt his arm tightening around you again, you face moving closer to his while his hand slightly teasingly squeezed your waist. You let out a small chuckle, as you felt how a bit of the sorrow and burden began to vanish with it as you shook your head slightly and let it sink back on his shoulder, back into the position you had rested in before but now with a big bunch of ease more while you felt how you slowly grew tired. Your eyes were still closed when you slowly woke up and felt a soft pillow laying beneath your head instead of Negan’s shoulder. Slowly your eyes fluttered open as your mind tried to get how you got from your couch into your bed while the faint moonlight that streamed into your room through the big windows told you that it was still in the middle of the night. Your glance wandered to the crib where you found your son still peacefully sleeping before you saw Negan laying next to you, his cheek leaning against your shoulder while one of his arms was loosely wrapped around your waist. Except for his boots he was still fully clothed and had probably directly fallen asleep after caring you to your bed. You shifted slightly, involuntary causing Negan to let out a small grunt as he lifted his head from your shoulder and seemed to begin to realize that he had fallen asleep next to you instead of in the guest bedroom he was usually sleeping in. ”Shit, sorry”, Negan mumbled drowsily, pinching the bridge of his nose as he was already lifting himself up. ”Wait”, you mumbled with a sleep drowned voice as you reached out to his wrist to get the attention of his still half asleep self. ”You can stay here if you want”, you muttered as your glance met his in the faint light. ”Damn you sure what you’re asking for? You won’t get me out of here again”, he said with a sleepy grin as you shrugged your shoulders before a yawn left your lips. ”I am”, you said with a small grin as you let your head sink back into your soft pillow. ”Hell yes”, Negan drowsily chuckled as his tongue quickly slid over his lip before he let his head sink back next to yours, that close that you could feel his hot breath on your skin. ”Well then, good fucking night, Sweetheart”, you heard him mumble as your eyes already fluttered shut and the sleep claimed you again. The next morning you found yourself sitting with him at the breakfast table, your son laying in your arms while you leaned back in the chair. You watched Negan biting his lip with a grin as he grabbed his coffee cup and looked from your calmly snoozing son to you.  ”Guess I should always sleep with you in that damn bed, he seems to sleep way better then as well”, Negan chuckled as he nodded to your son. ”Probably”, you chuckled slightly as you heard how your son slighty cooed. ”Heard that? He likes my idea too”, Negan said smirking as he took the last sip of his coffee. ”Of course he does”, you mumbled with a grin as you looked down at your boy who still happily smiled as a knock on the door let your glance wander up. You could already hear Negan’s sigh as your gaze caught the man behind the small window in your front door. “Ah shit, sorry”, Negan mumbled with a scoff as he heaved himself up from the chair and strolled to the door. “Now what’s the damn matter?”, Negan asked with a sigh as he looked at the man in front of him as soon as he had opened the door. You ate the last bite of your pancake as you heard the Savior talking about an outpost before the door shut again and Negan walked back to you. “Bad news: Someone fucked shit up at one of my outpost and now I gotta make sure things get back to fucking normal but here’re the good news, I’ll be back directly after that shit is fixed”, he said as he grabbed his dark leather jacket that was hanging over the chair he had been sitting on. With a small sigh you stood up, softly dandling your son as you walked along with Negan to the door, his hand already grabbing the handle. The door opened slightly before he turned back to you, your glance catching Rick, Carl and a few other Alexandrian’s on the street as you felt how Negan placed his lips on your temple before he bowed down to your son. Next to the warmth he had created, the tension in your body grew again and the look outside made you realize that those worlds inside and outside of your house were like day and night and it was just a matter of time till you would have to choose one of them.

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[zeal-ascendancy]

Seeing the forest had been restored by the present day, Crono and Glenn returned to the others so Lucca could help with Robo. They were both sure that after four hundred years, Robo would be in need of some repair.

Glenn and Crono entered the Ashtear’s to find Lucca tinkering away with one of the broken robot arms while Janus was sketching beside her. Crono could hear Marle and Ayla talking to Lucca’s mom in the kitchen as Taban opened the door and entered the main room.

“Lucca,” Taban said. “Your mother says you’ve been working on this project since you woke up this morning.”

Lucca never took her focus off of her work. Crono knew she wasn’t ignoring her father on purpose and Taban knew this as well. Still, Taban grew frustrated with Lucca.

He let out a heavy, exacerbated sigh and said, “You need to stop and take a break.”

That word, ‘need’, was enough to make Lucca slam her tools down and say, “No, I ‘need’ to do this.”

“No… you don’t, dear.”

“I do! Glenn said I could make him an arm so I’m not stopping until it’s made!” Lucca protested.

“You’re going to make yourself sick like the last time you got obsessed with a project like this,” Taban sighed.

“And who’s fault is that?!” Lucca yelled. “It was your-“

“Oh my god, Lucca! Really?!” Crono shouted, causing her and Taban to realize he and Glenn had been standing there the whole time. “I don’t know what the hell happened ten years ago and I’ve tried to be cool and not bring it up but that’s messed up yelling at your dad like that! You’re lucky that you have a dad, especially one that cares about you!”

“Crono…” Lucca said quietly, shocked that Crono had yelled at her. He never sounded mad at her. Even Glenn looked surprised at Crono’s outburst.

“Will you and your dad just talk about whatever happened?” Janus pleaded, having covered his ears from all the yelling.

It was then that Lara entered the room, followed by Marle and Ayla. She sighed and said, “We should have had this talk years ago but I didn’t want to hurt you both by bringing up bad memories.”

“Neither of you are to blame,” Lara insisted. “It was my mistake. Taban, you had told us to stay away from that machine. I thought I could clean it anyways.”

“And Lucca, no one blames you for not being able to stop it. You were just a child.”

“Please stop blaming yourselves, or each other” Lara pleaded. “And Lucca, dear, you can’t help Glenn if you burn yourself out.”

“But…”

“Lucca, I do appreciate you want me create an arm for me but please don’t do it at the cost of your own health,” Glenn interjected. “I can’t begin to imagine how traumatizing your mother’s accident was and I doubt my stupidity has helped, but please…”

“How do you know what happened?” Lucca asked.

“I told him,” Lara explained. She sighed and continued, “What Glenn did… and what I did… to lose our limbs… Those were our actions and no one else’s. No one here should feel guilty besides us and even then, I made peace with my mistake years ago and I hope you will be able to do the same with yours, Glenn.”

Crono sighed. “I’m sorry I yelled at you, Lucca.”

“It’s okay,” Lucca replied. “I’m sorry, Dad.”

Taban smiled and said, “No worries, kiddo.”

Lucca smiled back and looked to Crono and Glenn. “So where’s Robo?”

“Well, there’s a forest now and we saw a building in the middle of it that he’s probably in,” Crono replied. “But I figured we should come back for you. Since, you know, you and Janus can fix him if he needs it.”

“Let’s get going then,” Lucca said, picking up her tools. She looked to her parents and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll take a break after I get Robo back.”

[ma-lark-ey]

#8 Glenn & Nick 🥺

!! DnDads 48 spoilers in this !! 

38; “Take my seat” 

Also Glenn is a Dad-rock cover band artist in this instead of Christmas music because Freddie said dadrock in episode 7 and later in episode I think 14, and I fucking live by that baby. 

It was an early morning. Glenn was heading to his band practice at an hour that should be illegal for his bastard bandmates to schedule a practice and he was, frankly, feeling like shit. 

They’d been back from the forgotten realms for about three months now, and settling back into normal life was the hardest part. Specifically, settling back into normal life without Nick. The house always felt to empty, to open. To quiet without his son playing video games in the other room or cooking in the kitchen. Too quiet with just him. 

Glenn had gotten a dog not long after, to try and combat some of that crippling loneliness. The grief all coming t back to him now that he genuinely doesn’t have a single piece of Morgan left to hold onto. It hurt so much. It hurt and it hurt and it hurt. He lied awake at night thinking about how he could’ve done this differently. He came home and expected to see his teenager on the couch watching video games, greet him with a nonchalant, “Sup, pops?”

And every time, Glenn sat in the floor of what used to be Nick’s bedroom and cried until he had no tears left. 

He sat on the subway, leaned back in the seat, scrolling through twitter on his phone and trying to zone out to the music in his earbuds but never quite succeeding. His mind was racing too much for that. He was too... Too sad. Glenn knew he was really in it when not even his music could help him escape reality. And it’s not like he could smoke up or something. 

The doors to the subway train opened, and Glenn felt his whole heart stop. Everything went in slow motion as a thirteen year old Asian kid and his dad walked on. The kid had a bob of black hair, and a bright red streak in it. he was grinning, laughing even. 

He watched Nick come onto the train and grab onto one of the poles after scanning for a seat. Glenn knew Nick was on his way to school, and he guessed whatever the fuck his new dads name was is on his way to work. They stood and talked for a minute. 

Glenn wanted to say something so bad. He wanted to run his fingers through Nick’s hair and hug him so close. He wanted to kiss the top of his head and tell him all the things he didn’t say enough when he had the time to. 

I love you. 

I’m so proud of you. 

I’m sorry. 

I should’ve done better. 

I could’ve been better. 

I’m so sorry, Nick. 

You mean everything to me. 

But he can’t do that. he can’t take his own son’s hand and remind him that, if Glenn could, he’d hang the moon and stars for him. Because Nick doesn’t know who he is. 

The subway started back up, and Glenn watched as his scrawny boy, his beautiful son who doesn’t have any sort of balance or muscle fort shit, almost looses his grip and falls. And he would’ve, if his ‘new dad’ hadn’t caught his arm. Glenn doesn’t know the bastard’s name. He never cared to learn. 

“Take my seat, kid.” Glenn offered, standing up and moving to grab onto one of the grip straps near the door. 

“Oh- uh, thanks, sir!” And Nick took the seat. He set his backpack in his lap and leaned forward on it to keep chatting with his dad. And he looked so happy. Glenn tries to remember the last time Nick looked that happy. He thinks it was before Morgan died. 

Glenn looked back down at his phone, pretending to not be listening to the conversation happening between the two. 

“Oh! Nick, I asked Mom about those guitar lessons you were talking about. She said we’d look around for a teacher, she’s good things about a couple in the area.”  “Awesome! I just- I think it’d be cool to play guitar. Like one of those cool rock stars, ya know?”  “Yeah, of course, kiddo.”