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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 2 years ago

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i am a SUCKER for Dad Joel. was thinking maybe a pre pandemic story where reader and joel are trying for another child but cant so they adopt ellie (bc let's face it sarah and ellie would have ruled the world together)

*absolutly love your work babes 💕*

Thank you so much, darling! I'm glad you've been enjoying it. I did just melt my own heart writing this. 🤍🥺😭

I feel like it would be solid two years after the wedding. You had started trying even way before that but it never worked. No matter what you tried and trust me on it you two tried everything. Joel spent his breaks flipping through different magazines and books looking for any new ideas on how to get pregnant. But nothing happened no matter the acrobatics you two get on to. Money was tight as it was so getting through IVF or even getting you both properly tested for now was out of the picture. So you had given up on the idea of having your kids.

Joel could tell that it had started to weigh on you even if you tried to hide it and smiled through it. The smile was fake, Joel knew it. He had heard you crying for weeks at night. Alone in the bathroom. Thinking that Joel was asleep and you were safe to let your guard down. But he heard it all. You soul-crushing sobs, that even an open tap couldn't muffle out. He had wanted to bring it up multiple times but somehow he felt that it would only make it worse.

"Is everything okay with mom?", Sarah had asked him one morning when you didn't come downstairs for breakfast. Joel stiffened for a moment, "Of course hun. Why are ya asking?". Sarah's eyes were on the plate. She was old enough to understand when things weren't okay back at home. She also had grown up with you by her side so she knew you. "I just... Do you know that mom's been crying a lot lately?", Sarah didn't dare to meet her father's gaze and Joel in a way was thankful because he knew that the look on his daughter's face would have broken him. With a sigh, he pushed the skillet away from the heat.

"You know... We've been trying to get you a sibling", Joel said while pulling out a chair, Sarah instantly looked up with that hopeful gleam and Joel had to clench his jaw tightly, "But I'm afraid we won't be able to".

Sarah shook her head, "Why?", "We don't know. The doctor thinks there might be something wrong..."

A part of Joel felt weird explaining it to Sarah but they were so close. You all had been. You all talked about anything and everything, there were few to no topics that you all haven't discussed together. "But...", Sarah trailed off, "Mom will be okay?" Joel wished he knew an answer to that. The truth was he didn't. He wished he could make it better. Help you fulfill the desire of becoming a mother. "We just need to give her a lot more love now. Show her how much we appreciate her", Joel ran his fingers through Sarah's hair, as she bit her lip, "Can we make her breakfast in bed?", she suggested and Joel couldn't help a smile that spread across his lips. He knew that you two had done a wonderful job raising Sarah, "We sure can, baby girl".

They had done just that for the next couple of months. Joel had found a way to take a couple of days off. Taking his little family on a little road trip. As you all went on a hike, camping by the lakeside, enjoying the peace and quiet. Yet the biggest gift to Joel was seeing a smile on your face once again. A smile that reached your eye as you and Sarah sat in a flower field making flower crowns. Crowns that Joel happily wore as you both giggled away.

Sarah found you sat by the kitchen counter, biting your lip nervously as you looked through a pile of papers spread across the counter. "What are you doing?", her voice made you jump slightly as you turned to her. Shaking your head slightly, "Come look at this", you moved slightly, making space for her. Sarah frowned slightly not understanding what she was looking at. "Adoption options", you said to her quietly, "They send over a couple of matches for our family". Sarah scanned over the pictures splattered around. Taking a hold of the only baby picture there. Ellie the name tag read. Sarah turned to you, "She just got placed in the adoption facility. Her mother died while giving birth to her", you muttered. "Are we going to meet her?", your daughter's question took you by surprise slightly, "Would you want to?", Sarah nodded her head in agreement. "We'll talk it through with your dad then".

You were rubbing your hands together nervously as you drove to the adoption center. Joel was quick to place a hand on your thigh, slowly stroking your skin. "Breathe, gorgeous", he said softly, "What if she hates us?", you muttered, turning to him slightly, "Love, she's just over five months", "Yes, but she could still hate us. Hate me". Sarah reached out her hand towards the front seat, placing her hand onto your shoulder, "Mom, you are the best. I doubt there's a single soul who hates you". Joel hummed in response, "I agree with our mushroom over here", Sarah gasped, "Out of all the nicknames...", "You prefer fishy better?", Joel teased, making Sarah cross her arms over her chest as she sat back, "I will turn my sister against you and then we'll see who will be a mushroom", she said, making your heart skip a beat that she was already referring to her as a sister.

The time spent in a hallway felt like a lifetime. You managed to sit for the first five minutes but then your nerves got the best of you so you opted to passing the corridor. Sarah was invested in all the little cards and buckles on the table. Joel stood beside you. Arms wrapped around you as he occasionally pressed a kiss or two to your shoulders or neck. In hopes of making some of the nerves melt away. To remind you that you were in this together. That he was here. Like he have always been. And no matter what happened you three were going to get through it.

"The Millers?", a lady called out making you spin towards her in an instant, "Nice to meet you, I'll be supervising you today". She went on to explain how everything usually worked around here. The number of times you would have to come by and see Ellie before they would issue a statement allowing you to adopt the girl if that ended up being your final destination. But you barely heard any of it. Thankful for Joel who kept the conversation going, noting the most important things. Light cries filled the room as you four stepped inside, the desire to soothe the babe instantly blossomed inside you.

You stepped closer to the crib, "She's fussy today, so don't let it set you off", the lady said moving to reach for her but you quickly cut in, "Could I?". The woman only smiled, allowing you to carefully pick the fussy little girl up, as you held her closer to your chest. "Hi, baby girl. I know, I know that it's so scary", you cooed at her, brushing your thumb over her flushed cheek, "But I've got you, sweetie". Ellie's cries died down almost in an instant, her big eyes now staring up at you. You rocked her gently in your arms, smiling at her softly.

Sarah stepped closer to you, moving to look at the bundled-up baby. She took the backpack from her shoulders, reaching in to pull out a tiny dinosaur. She looked up as if asking for permission to also approach her. You moved down to sit on the chair that stood by the crib, allowing Sarah to see Ellie better. She wiggled the stuffy in front of the baby, making different sounds that eventually had Ellie flashing a gummy smile at her.

Joel watched you two from the side. He never doubted Sarah being an awesome big sister. That kid had so much love to give as it was. He knew that sharing it with someone else would have only made his little sunshine happier. But it was you who had Joel captivated. The way your body instantly fell into a motherly state. A wave of proudness washed over him. That was his wife there. Cradling a baby to her chest.

"Dad you should hold her", Sarah said, stepping to the side as she watched her father who had been lost in his mind. "Let your mother bond with her, sweetheart", he said softly but you shook your head, "She's right, you should hold her. She's been looking at you for a while now", you said, standing up carefully. Joel realized just how long it had been since he had held a baby. And his mind instantly jumped to a thousand and one ways that he could hurt her by accident. Support the neck, he told himself, don't press too hard, just hold her steady.

But the moment Joel felt the weight of her in his arms. With you still standing close to him. As Ellie gripped onto your finger. Joel suddenly felt complete. As if this wiggly worm in his arms was exactly what his family had been missing. The warmth of his body soothed the baby and after a close inspection of the man holding her, Ellie's eyes started to grow heavy. "That's a big yawn, baby girl", Joel muttered quietly as he carefully brushed his hand over her head. Sarah walked closer to you two, wrapping her arms around you both, and resting her head on Joel's side. You four just stood there for some time. Joel rested his head onto yours, as the baby between the two of you drifted into a calm sleep. Not a single drop of worry in your body. The lady stood there with a pleased smile on her face, knowing full well that you three were going to give Ellie the best and most loving home she could ever hope to get.

#bubble with bubbles 🫧#joel miller x reader #joel miller imagine #joel miller x you #joel miller #the last of us imagine #the last of us x reader #the last of us x you

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whump-place · 4 months ago

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Adopted.

7-Name.

Masterlist.

Content: Multiple Whumpees, Pet Whumpees, Conditioned Whumpees.

Pet got to like its new home quickly, and the fact that Master spends almost every hour of the day with it wasn't as scary as it had thought it would be at first, it was kind of comforting.

But something did change.

It thought the other Pets would hate it, or at least try to ignore it the most possible, but it didn't happen.

After it tried to help the chores Pet, Liam, it noticed the others started to get close to it.

"I heard Master got you from a shelter? What kind of Pet are you? I'm a good Pet! They trained me to be a good punching bag for Master, and I'm really good!" Leo was the first one to come to see him, and spent at least a hour talking about how he was good, and what he liked about Master. It wasn't that bad, but he had a lot of energy and tired Pet before it could even open its mouth.

"Hi. I guess you heard my name before, I'm Star. I hope Liam likes you, you are kind of cute. With some makeup I could cover that disgusting bruise on your neck." That day was a little more bearable. Star kept saying it would look good with some makeup, and earrings, and other things Pet couldn't make up. It was mostly Star trying to make him look good, but they said only if Liam liked them. What did that mean?

Pet understood when Liam came to see it a few days after he fainted.

"Read this out loud." Was the first thing he said, handing him a book. It tried to at least greet him, but he refused to let it speak unless it read that out loud. When it finished, Liam looked at it up and down, not even allowing it to say a word. "You might fit in. Star has to work a lot on you, but at least you are kind of smart, for a stray."

That sounded like a compliment. Former Master said it was just a dumb Pet, and called it names due to its stupidity. Maybe he had been wrong?

After two weeks or so, Master took it outside, to the huge garden when it was allowed to go for walks as long as it had Master next to it so it wouldn't get lost.

There was Master and the rest of his Pets, but there was also... A guard dog? It didn't know Master had a guard dog.

"I'm sorry it took me so long, little one, and I doubt we can keep up like this any longer. 'Little one' is not a proper name for anyone." Master explained with a small smile on his face. Pet didn't understand what was happening, but it was happy to see Master smiling. "And I was thinking we could choose a name for you today, so you can really be a part of the family."

"A... A name, Master?"

It had a name. It was Pet. It was also 02739-x, or 39-x to make it easier for the handlers to call it over. But... Master said it was to make him a part of his family, if it didn't have a different name it would be thrown out?

"Yes, a name. I have been told your number was... 39-x, is that correct?"

Oh! Master meant that! It nodded eagerly. That was its name!

"You know that's just a number, right?"

Of course it knew. It was just a number. It was just another Pet; it was glad Master knew that too.

"I would like you to have another name. A real name."

As Master explained Pet did its best not to take a step back. Liam was right behind Master, his eyes were cold as ice, but there was a small sparkle saying this was the right thing to do.

Pet wanted Liam to like it. It wanted a family. It wanted to listen to Leo when he got something interesting to say, or if he just wanted to ramble about anything. It wanted Star to put make-up on it, and tell it it looks good, and try out clothes together. It... It wanted this.

"Little one?"

Pet got out of its thoughts. Master wants an answer, the right answer.

"Yes, Master. I would love to be given a name."

Before it could say anything else, it had been tackled, falling on his back to the soft grass with Leo on top of it.

"New sibling! What will your name be? You can name Leo! We can be twins! Or maybe Tim? I've always liked Tim. I like that name, let's name you Tim!"

Star and Liam also got closer, kneeling next to it, they didn't push him like Leo did, but they also hugged it, and Liam gave it some pats on the head.

"Ugh, no! I like Amarilys more, we can call you Amy too, it's cute! And it's also the name of Master's favorite flower!"

"I was thinking about 'Micah'. It's a good name, and it sounds strong."

So this is what having a family feels like.

Pet allowed itself to enjoy the way it's... It's siblings, tried out different names for it. It didn't want a name, it didn't need it, it was Pet, or 39-x, and it was happy to be that. But Master wanted to give it another name, and its siblings wanted that too.

It was promised a family if it just accepted it.

"Okay, okay. Leo, can you let go? You could have hurt both of you." Leo obeyed immediately as soon as Master told him so. "Well, little one? You can tell us what name you would like to chose?"

"I think they liked the one I said, and..., the one that Star came up with." Pet was thankful Liam was helping it, those names were cute. It had liked them, and it hoped Master would choose quickly.

"Do you like them?" Pet nodded yes, they were fine, it could be named anything as long Master allowed it a family. "We can use both, and later you can choose the one you like more, is that okay? Or you can choose another one. That would be okay too."

Pet nodded again. Everything Master said was okay. Having a family was okay, and the only thing it needed.

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sommerflue-22 · 1 year ago

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Hii! I really love your work there 💓 Tokito Childhood Crush was def a good idea and a sweet treat. I was wondering if you could write a sequel of what happened to them after meeting up in the library and then hanging out and starting going out on dates here and there? I also wanted Reader to catch up with Yuichiro cause it's been so long and after clearing what's up and all, they kinda hang out and stuff! I did not know I needed this until I read it it was honestly just so cute! 💗💗

A/n: aaaa thank you sm >.< honestly, i was thinking like 'ah i shouldn't leave it hanging like this' when i wrote the ending. i even contemplated whether i should make this a longer story and cross post it on ao3. but i'm glad you left a request so here we go!

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Starting Over | Muichiro Tokito

Sequel to Childhood Crush

Featuring: Aged up!Muichiro, aged up!Yuichiro

Content Warning: gn!reader, modern setting, fluff, profanities, not beta read

Word Count: 1.6k

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Meeting your childhood crush after years of not talking to each other was something you didn't expect to happen.

Meeting your childhood crush after years of not talking to each other, then went out on countless of dates with him? Never in a million years would you expect that.

Muichiro took you out for a coffee and you both got busy catching up with each other. Muichiro did go to the same university as you, majoring in Music. That's why you've never seen him around before. He was cooped up inside the art department building, practicing until late at night.

You also found out that Yuichiro was supposed to go there as well, but changed his mind last minute and moved to another city. He was studying to become a PE teacher. As expected from Yuichiro. You remembered him running around the school during recess and PE.

You thought your interest in Muichiro was long gone. You always thought that you only remembered him as a childhood crush, someone you couldn't possibly fall for the second time. But boy, were you wrong.

Muichiro was as calm as you remembered, but he had grown so much. You couldn't help but admire his pretty face every time you went out with him. You liked to watch as his slender fingers wrapped around his cup of coffee. You adored the way he wrapped his arm around your shoulder when you both crossed the street, or when he was holding the umbrella as the two of you pushed through the rain to get to a bar.

"I... would like to start over with you, if you don't mind." Muichiro said one night, when the two of you were having dinner in an Italian restaurant. (Again, Muichiro paid for your meal.) It was your nth date, nearly six months after you met him in the library. Yet, you still wondered when did Muichiro start speaking so straightforwardly.

"Ah..." You put your fork down and folded your hands on the table. "...and what will your objective be?"

"Pursuing a romantic relationship with you, of course." Muichiro mimicked your gesture and leaned forward. "If it works then I'll be your bo—no, I'll be your partner. And, if things really, really, work out... then..."

You raised an eyebrow, definitely interested.

"I see." You smiled. "Damn, you really are a man now, aren't you, Mui?"

Muichiro laughed. "I learned a thing or two from Yui. He was a real casanova back in high school. But I'm serious about what I said. If you're down, then we can try it out and date each other. If you're not, then we can be just friends."

You tilted your head from one side to another. Sure, at that point, you've already went out on countless of dates with Muichiro. You were sure he didn't change much, except for the cursing, the smooth talking he adopted from Yuichiro, and of course his appearance. He was still the soft and kind Muichiro you knew, but older and more mature.

"Alright." You finally spoke up. "Yeah, let's do this."

Muichiro let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, covering his face with his hands. "Oh my God, I really thought you were going to reject me."

"I thought you're fine with being friends?"

"Well, yeah, but I prefer to be your partner."

There were no butterflies in your stomach, but you felt your chest grew warm. That's when you kind of figured out, it wasn't just some silly crush. You actually felt safe and content with this new relationship.

Having Muichiro as your partner felt like a fresh air in your hectic uni life. Yes, you two were busy bees, always had something in your schedule. However, you were glad that you could still hang out with Muichiro pretty often. Sometimes, he stopped by your dorm with some take out food, reminding you to eat even when you're drowning in assignments and lab reports.

You used to spend your time doing assignments in the library or in your dorm room. Once you knew Muichiro practiced violin in a small, individual practice room, you preferred going there. You mostly listen to classical pieces as you work, anyway.

You both still went out on dates, going to a restaurant or watch a movie if there was something worth to watch. Your favorite activity to do was hanging out in Muichiro's apartment, talking about anything and everything while you eat dinner. Especially on Saturdays, because it became a routine for you to stay the night.

You loved sleeping with Muichiro because even though you were so close to each other, you still had space to move around. Muichiro only cuddled with you until he fell asleep, humming a random melody from the piece he was working on as he pressed his lips on your forehead. After he drifted off, he would usually scoot away.

One day you woke up in the morning and found that Muichiro was already up. He wasn't next to you, but you could hear him out in the living room. You decided to go to him and ask for your morning kiss.

Muichiro smiled when he saw you walked out of the bedroom. He was on the sofa, talking with someone through his phone. Muichiro stretched out his one arm, motioning you to come closer. You groggily straddled his laps and snuggled up on the crook of his neck, sighing in delight. You always loved how warm Mui was.

"Yeah, just let me know when you're almost here. (Y/N) is here. They just woke up." Muichiro planted a soft kiss on top of your head. "Ah, too bad. Could've been an interesting double date."

You raised your head and frowned. What double date?

"Alright, see you." Muichiro hung up the call and shifted his focus entirely to you. "Good morning."

"Who was it?" You croaked out.

"Ah, that was... Yui. Apparently he's back in town for the weekend. So, he's coming over." Muichiro said.

"Dang..." You huffed, hiding your face back in Mui's neck. "We should get ready. He's coming over soon?"

"Yup. Go freshen up. I'll make the breakfast."

You entrusted Muichiro with breakfast as you showered. Muichiro couldn't cook, so you were quite sure that he was reheating the bagels you bought last night and brew some coffee. You were right.

Yuichiro arrived not long after you finished your breakfast. Muichiro opened the door for him and you watched as the twins interacted with each other. Muichiro was fit, but Yuichiro was ripped. Muichiro told you he was in the kendo club and worked out every day.

"Hi, (Y/N)!"

To your surprise, Yuichiro offered you a fist bump—which you returned.

"Hello!" You sheepishly greeted him. Muichiro stood next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and kissed your cheek.

"It's been such a long time since I saw you!" Yuichiro said. "Glad to finally find out who you actually like, though."

Your face grew red and Muichiro clicked his tongue. "Stop teasing them. I'll kick your shin, you dick."

"I'll break your violin, you ass." Yuichiro retorted.

You were taken aback by the way the two bantered, but laughed anyway. The image of the past, Tokito twins being innocent kids was completely erased from your mind.

Yuichiro ended up hanging out with the two of you the whole day. You three went out to grab lunch, then randomly decided to play bowling. After dinner, Yuichiro excused himself as he had to go to their parents' house.

"It's really nice meeting you again, (Y/N)." Yuichiro said. "Next time I'll bring my partner over so we can go play bowling, the four of us."

"Sure! Take care, Yui!" You waved as he walked away. Yeah, he finally let you call him Yui.

"Wanna go back to my place?" Mui offered, holding your hand.

"Alright, I don't wanna climb up three flights of stairs to reach my dorm room."

You let Muichiro held your hand, dragging you towards his car. He opened the door for you and put a hand above your head as you slid in, not wanting you to hit your head. After you were seated comfortably, he leaned forward to help you with your seatbelt.

"I got it, Mui." You giggled.

He didn't listen. He clicked the seatbelt into its place before turning his head to you. You smiled at him, having no clue why he looked at you a little bit different.

"What's wrong, Mui—"

The next thing you knew, he closed the gap between the two of you as he crashed his lips against yours. You were taken aback, but you kissed him back. He cupped your face with one hand, the other roamed down to your shoulder and arm before taking your hand in his. He pulled away, kissing along your jaw and ended up sucking on a spot behind your ear. You gripped his hand tightly, which made him chuckled.

Mui pecked your lips once again and kissed the back of your hand that he's holding. His mint green eyes were staring straight into your soul.

"I love you, (Y/N)."

"I love you too, Mui."

He smiled widely and closed the door. You watched as he quickly circled the car and got behind the steering wheel.

"What was that for?" You asked him.

"Hmm? Oh," Mui shrugged, "I just love you so much."

"Hmm..."

"...and I'm glad to know that you chose me over Yui, back then."

You rolled your eyes and snorted. "Yeah, no shit. I barely spoke with him."

Mui just shook his head and hit the gas slowly, driving the car away from the bowling alley's parking lot.

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A/n: idk should i make this into an entire new story in ao3? idk idk idk it's kinda tempting but idk

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer imagines #demon slayer fanfic #tokito twins #tokito yuichiro #tokito muichiro #muichiro x y/n #muichiro x reader #fluff #friends to lovers #childhood crush #modern setting #aged up characters

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moon-thething · 2 years ago

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HeyHey, can u do a fic where reader is pretty rich, And notices how bad butters parents treat him and like, purchases him and adopts him and Becomes the perfect parent figure to him that he never had ! :3

I also requested the garnet + child!reader headcanons, and I'm sorry for the confusion, lol- but that was also really great and exactly what I wanted! :D

(n can I be 💤 anon? I love the way u write sm I'm definitely gonna request more ^^)

Hello 💤 anon :) I'm glad you liked the garnet + child fic and I hope you will like this one

I'm sorry that I couldn't respond to your request sooner!

Romantic or platonic?: Platonic/romantic

Readers gender: gender neutral

Type: Fluff

Key words: L/n: last name

Warnings: probably ooc characters

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You lived in the town of South Park for quite some time, the mayor doing anything for you to stay since you were the only thing going good for them

Since no celebrity wanted to visit their town at least they had you to donate to schools, donate to hospitals etc.

But one day, you were supposed to give some sort of speech to the fourth graders, requested by the principal and mayor, and so you of course appeared and were in the back going over your lines

You were going over your lines, cringing every time your voice cracked and forgetting the things you originally wrote on the paper. Suddenly you felt a slight tug at your leg. You looked down to see a kid with blonde hair and a scar over his left eye

He seemed so innocent and by the two seconds you looked at each other not talking, you wondered on how he even got the scar

"Heya there Mx. L/n." The kid said, you smiled warmly and ducked down to his height

"Well aren't you cute!" You chuckled, pinching the kids cheek as he laughed with joy, "what brings you backstage?" You asked, taking a peek through the closed curtains to see parents and children sitting and waiting for you to come out. But oddly, three front seats were empty, how strange

"Oh, I.. just wanted to ask-"

"Butters! What are you doing?!" A voice yelled out, your head shot up to see a man with his hands on his hips looking disapprovingly towards the child in front of you. A blond woman standing right next to him with her arms crossed

"Were so sorry Mx. L/n, this won't happen again." The, what you were assuming, father said, pushing the boy towards his mother

"No it's fine-"

"How could you do that?! You are grounded s soon as we get home." The mother whisper shouted as she tugged at the boys ear, pulling him offstage. The father soon followed as you stared at the scene whit knitted eyebrows

From that day on you would see the boy getting scolded by his parents practically anywhere you went!

You went to the store to buy groceries to fill up your fridge? You saw the boy getting scolded by his dad as he stared at the floor shamefully, children his age snickering behind him

You would just be walking down the street and spot the boy looking out of his window with a sad expression as his mother ushered his friends away, saying he was grounded for the most stupidest things imaginable

You would be sitting at the park and see him getting dragged away from his friends by his dad. Being pulled by the ear as his dad practically yelled at him

When you would go on late night walks you could hear the familiar voice of either his father or mother yelling at him to stay in his room

You felt bad for the kid, you really did. But you knew you couldn't do anything about it... Unless

You walked down the street, two bodyguard's following. One bodyguard held a suitcase while the other was ready for a fight. Every step you took you glared at the house you constantly saw the boy in, either looking out of his window or getting dragged in by his parents

You and your bodyguard's quickly arrived as you lifted your fist up. Knocking on the door you heard yelling from the inside, a male voice

"Butters, could you open the door?" The muffled voice said, at least that's what you think you heard

"Okay dad." The muffle voice of the boy said as you heard light footsteps approach the door. The door handle fiddled for a while before it completely opened

The boy stood on his tippy toes, holding onto the handle as he stared at you in shock

"Who is it?" The father said, his voice much clearer now

"Uh.. it's Mx. L/n." The boy said, tilting his head slightly as if talking to his dad, but his eyes were still glued on you

"What?!" The dad yelled, you could hear shuffling and footsteps running towards the door before the father came into view

"Oh, Mx. L/n! How great for you to show up, come in." The father said, moving out of the way as he motioned for you to come in

You looked back at your bodyguard's, jerking your head, they nodded and walked in first, you following behind them.

"Yes, what can I get you? Would you like some coffee? Or do you prefer tea-"

"We would like to make an offering." You said, taking a glance towards the young boy that stood at the doorway, "but I suggest you take the boy to his room first." You said, the younger boys eyes widened in fear as you suddenly felt bad

"Right away. Butters, get back in your room this instance young man!" He yelled, the boy nodded before rushing up to his room, "What is this offer?" He asked

Before you could speak a person emerged from the kitchen, it was the boys mother

"Oh dear- what is going on?" She asked, looking towards her husband

"Don't worry ma'am, we're just here to make an offering. I suggest you sit down as well." One of your bodyguard's said, the woman nodded and sat down next to her husband

"We would like to buy your son." You spoke, your tone cold. The parents eyes widened as they glanced at each other and then back at you

"we couldn't possibly-"

"we are offering $40 000 cash." You said, and on que your bodyguard's opened the suitcase and showed it to the parents

That's all it took for them to give in. You, being the nice person you are,gave the boy two days to pack and say goodbye to his parents

The boy was frightened and in his mind he thought it would be like something he saw on tv. You would torture him and use his body for experiment, but he was delighted to see that you actually treated him well

It took him a while to get used to but eventually he called your mansion a home

Although he wouldn't call you mom/dad/parent for the next 6 months you were still happy

The first few weeks he was living in your house you made sure to spoil him rotten. You would buy him all kinds of gifts, clothes and made sure to buy him enough materials for arts and crafts

You spend more time with him, arranging movie nights, baking cookies together, drawing together, you even improved his superhero costume! Although you can say you still enjoyed the original

When you didn't have time for him you would buy him a toy or two to make up for it, although you've gotta be honest. You had some instances where you made the mades do homework with him, play with him or take him to school/his friends house, but you still made up for the lost time by either buying him something or taking him somewhere

Butters especially enjoyed when you went somewhere, you could just take him to the park and just sit on the bench as you watched him play but he still loves that you're there. Y'know, the small things

I can imagine every time he gets home from school or gets back from a sleepover or whatnot he would tell you everything that happened

You would just laugh as he acted out the scenes, but you have to admit you would get a bit worried when he talked about a school fight he saw or something similar

But you enjoyed every second you spent with him. And you do not regret buying him one bit, even if that sentence sounds wrong we are not going to question it

#south park #south park butters #sp butters #sp butters stotch #south park + reader #gender neutral reader #rich reader #south park x reader #sp butters x reader platonic #x reader platonic #parent reader

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lunarspiral1127 · 7 months ago

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X-Men 97 episode 5 *SPOILERS*

The interviews

The reporter seemed nice and doesn't act like a typical controversial one. And, seeing Beast blush was adorable. But, Scott's interview was a doozy. What he said when he lashed out, well....he ain't wrong. I just thought Magneto would be the one to say those things, not Scott. Still, not wrong.

Jean/Scott/Madelyn/Logan drama

UGH! I hate love triangles that bring out so much stress and drama. And, I'm worried that Jean and Scott will break up because of the crap Mr. Sinister pulled. I wasn't expecting Jean to kiss Logan, and it was HIM who told her to go talk to Scott. Despite his feelings, he's still trying to be respectful to their relationship. But, seriously, Jean, why did you kiss him?!

Then apparently, Scott and Madelyn were checking up on each other telepathically, which I get why Jean would be mad at that. But, Madelyn during her time at the mansion WAS Jean and Scott thought that was her! They're the same! At least they were? Then again, they're in contact for a month and Jean kissed Logan once....UGH! I hate this drama. SINISTER THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!!

Genosha

Beautiful. It was a paradise for mutants. They deserve this. The gala looked pretty, I liked the statues of Charles and Magneto, I was not expecting the Hellfire Club to be a part of this council cause I don't trust them (especially the crap they pulled in the previous show). Lots of cameos from other characters that I couldn't keep track on, but the place was lovely. It's a shame though on what happened later on....

Nightcrawler

This lovely, precious German Christian man. 🥰 I love Nightcrawler and I'm glad to see him in this show. The original voice actor who played him in the previous show still does a great job voicing him. And, he approves of Gambit and Rogue (adopted sister) being together, so that's extra bonus points. He got a new look compared to his previous one, but I still like it. Then when the massacre happened, I was so worried that he was gonna die. Thank goodness he survived, but I hate seeing him so hurt.

Gambit/Rogue/Magneto drama

I hate this love triangle SO MUCH! We get an explanation on how Rogue and Magneto got together, and I'm questioning how old she was when they first met and whether Magneto was influencing her in a bad way. Either way, still don't like this ship. Even when them dancing looked good animated, I STILL don't like it. Plus, it still doesn't make sense cause they've been against each other in the previous show, where there was no signs of the two having that past relationship.

Anyway, I'm glad Rogue finally told Gambit the truth, and I feel so bad for him. But, he knew what she wanted and how much it hurt, even going as far as to distance himself, which he showed a lot of emotional maturity, so respect to that. But, that thing where he'll lead Genosha if Rogue stays as his "queen"? DA FUQ?! Look, I like Magneto, but I did not like that. Still wish Rogue could've gotten one of those collars to nullify her powers so that she can touch Gambit. Would've solved a lot of drama, just saying.

I was SO relieved though, that Rogue said that he was right, and rejected Magneto, but I wish she could've done that without kissing him right where Gambit can see it. Either way, it seemed like she'll choose Gambit and not stay with Magneto in Genosha, THANK GOD!

So, you think this would be the end of that love triangle right? Well, yes and no? Cause what happened afterwards hurt like hell.

Genosha Massacre

So, a giant Master Mold thing showed up, killing mutants and destroying Genosha. It was cool seeing Cable again trying to stop it and seeing his mom after so long, which is a glimmer of hope but I'll get to that later. So, many people died. Sebastian Shaw, Calypso, Banshee, Marrow, pretty sure that was Dazzler or Moira not sure, and three more that hurt me so much.

Magneto. Okay, I may not like that love triangle, but I didn't hate the guy. Dude was fighting that Sentinel with a train as a whip, that was pretty cool. And, he tried to protect the Molocks. He tried to protect Leech! He got Rogue and Gambit out of the way. What hurt the most was he told Leech not to be afraid IN GERMAN! Again, didn't want him to die. Although, I wished he could've used his magnetism to push the Molocks away like he did with Rogue and Gambit, but nope. They all died!

Leech. Precious innocent Leech. He was just a kid, man! And, he got to hang out with other mutants his age. He was making friends. Only for this to happen. And, not a lot of people talk about Leech and what happened to him. But, I liked him, and that hurt.

And, finally, the one that hurt the most.....Gambit.....Remy.

He went out like a hero. He sacrificed himself to destroy that Sentinel from killing even more mutants. "The name's Gambit, mon ami. Remember it." Well, now we know why this episode is called Remember It, cause it was Gambit's last words. And, if that wasn't enough, Rogue holding onto him, crying over his body, finally able to touch him....only to not feel him.

THAT. FREAKING. HURT. SO. BAD!!! 😭 Gambit was one of my favorite X-Men characters, and I legit was crying seeing that end. It really hurt to see that happen to him, but at least he went out saving people. However! There is that slight glimmer of hope! Cable. He tried to go back to stop this, who's to say he won't try again? Time travel shenanigans will happen and he can team up with Bishop and the rest of the X-Men to prevent this from happening. It happened many times before, it can happen here. And, maybe, just maybe, Gambit, Leech, Magneto, and all those people won't have to die. This may the denial talking, but I'll be so pissed if Gambit's dead and he Rogue won't be together for good anymore, cause that would be bullcrap.

God, how am I gonna be okay when we're getting Storm and Forge vs. The Adversary next week?! And, jeez, if things keep up like this, Storm is gonna return to the whole mansion on fire. I can't imagine what her and everyone's reactions are gonna be when they find out about Gambit and even Magneto.

Anyway, good episode. Much better than last week's. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go find a way to cope from all of that.

#x men 97 #x-men 97 #xmen 97 #xmen 97 spoilers #episode 5 #marvel

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endless-formsmostbeautiful · 21 days ago

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Psycho and Subversion of Hitchcock Conventions

One thing I have noticed about Psycho that I think is less talked about is the way it subverts many of the conventions of Hitchcock's oeuvre.

One of Hitchcock's favourite plot lines was the 'wrong man' story, in which the hero is falsely accused of a crime; this appears in films ranging from The Lodger (1927), Spellbound (1945), I Confess (1953), Dial M for Murder (1954), The Wrong Man (1956), to North by Northwest (1959). If (like Psycho's original audience), a viewer was not already familiar with the film's twists, it seems like Psycho is building up to something like this. We are led to believe that it was Norman's mother who killed Marion and that he merely concealed the crime. Familiarity with Hitchcock's conventions would likely lead the viewer to think that Norman will be falsely accused of committing the crime himself, and will be tasked with proving his innocence.

We talk quite a bit about Hitchcock's female archetype, the icy blonde, but not as frequently about his male one: the tall, lanky, dark haired quirky young man. We see this archetype in Ivor Novello (The Lodger), Gregory Peck (Spellbound), Montgomery Clift (I Confess), Jimmy Stewart (The Man Who Knew Too Much), Henry Fonda (The Wrong Man), and Anthony Perkins seems to fit the type. The character to whom I think Norman bears the most resemblance is Gregory Peck's John Ballantyne in Spellbound. Ballantyne is an amnesia victim who adopts the identity of Dr Anthony Edwardes after witnessing his murder and is then accused of killing him. Here, the Ballantyne/Edwardes duality mirrors that of Norman/Norma. Compare this exchange from Spellbound:

- Being unable to face the truth of who he was, he collapsed. - You think he may have killed Edwardes? - There's no question of it. He killed Dr. Edwardes and took his place in order to conceal his crime by pretending the victim was still alive.

with this one from Psycho:

But in Norman's case, he was simply doing everything possible to keep alive the illusion of his mother being alive. And when reality came too close, when danger or desire threatened that illusion - he dressed up, even to a cheap wig he bought.

Both Norman Bates and John Ballantyne are driven to split identities to maintain an illusion of someone else being alive, the difference being that Ballantyne did not actually kill anyone.

There is also a sequence in both Spellbound and Psycho in which two characters pretend to be married on a honeymoon. Compare Spellbound:

- Alex, I'm so glad to see you. I was going to write to you but it happened so suddenly. I got married. - Who is married? - Why, Alex, my husband, John Brown.

with Psycho:

- We’d better decide what we're gonna say or do when we walk in there. - We're going to register as man and wife. We're going to get shown to a cabin... and then we're going to search every inch of the place, inside and out.

In both instances it is brought up that the characters do not have any luggage. In Spellbound:

- He may be sweet, but he didn't even ask us where our bags were. - Alex is always like that, in a complete dream state socially.

and in Psycho:

- I'll get your bags. - Haven't any. - I'll show you the room, then. - First time I've ever seen it happen. You check in any other place in this country without bags and you have to pay in advance.

#alfred hitchcock #psycho #spellbound #anthony perkins #gregory peck #parallels

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starry-nights12 · 1 year ago

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I'd love to hear about You Will Fall Too!!

OH MY GOD!!!

SOMEONE ASKED ABOUT ONE OF MY FAVORITE WIPS!!!

This is told from Jinx's perspective! The fic is Rated M but here's the safe parts!

Summary:

You have to understand that I love Ekko. He's my entire world and I treasure every moment I have with him.

But that's also the problem. Nothing in my life ever last long being with me. I have to come to face that after a horrifying nightmare I had tonight.

CW: Jinx gets along with kids but expresses negative views on childbirth and parenting

I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror.

I hated everything about myself but when it came to my looks I always felt average.

Small, jagged veins pointed to my glowing pink eyes like broken glass.

I swiped my thumb across my lips. They were forever stained purple. My skin was always pale but had become nearly gray.

That's what happens when a body goes to post-mortem. Since oxygen is cut off, your lips turn purple and you lose all the color from your skin.

"A corpse! He turned my best friend into a corpse of what she used to be!"

Ekko told me that after I kidnapped him in the cannery.

I really am a living corpse.

Despite this, I could feel a gooey warmth begin in my heart and overtake my entire body when he called me beautiful.

Sometimes I wanted to joke about how he's a necrophiliac. But I knew he wouldn't find it funny or amusing in the slightest. He would be sad that what he said still affected me.

He apologized months ago yet the words still managed to twist their knife into my heart and loomed over me like a shadow.

I haven't told him that though because what else can he do?

My hand slid under my stomach to press it against my flat stomach.

The shimmer surgery didn't just change my apperance. I hadn't had my period in months.

We could adopt. He loved playing with the kids here and they saw him as a cool big brother.

I was like a rebel to them. I didn't listen to their precious leader, I told him to shut up and called him an idiot.

They're little minions. If Ekko was the role model then I was the troublemaker to bring fun into their day.

I'm glad me and Ekko don't want kids or else it would have been another thing life had taken from me.

Being seen as a brother/friend was different than being a parent. All the responsibility would fall on you.

You had to worry about this horrible world fucking them over. It could traumitize them worse than what me and Ekko been through.

I love Ekko. A baby would be made from our eternal love for each other. They would be half of everything I love about him and half of everything he loves about me.

But even so, a baby was like a parasite and I would be their host.

It would make you sick and then take everything from you. It would slowly grow and squirm inside you for nine torturous months and that made me want to gag.

#timebomb #ekkojinx #arcane #wip #angst #ask #wip ask game #anon #THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!#will be so HYPE when it's finished #firelight jinx au #you will fall too #my writing #my post

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diy-fire-water-pups · 3 months ago

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@rubble-the-bulldog

Marshall, Rocky, Zuma, this may sound personal, and I can probably tell it is, but.. how did you 3 join the Paw Patrol? I know Chase and Skye already told theirs from movies, and I told mine in an episode, but you 3 never told us how you joined.

Oh... I gotta confess I don't know much about the place where I was born. Ryder says it's probably for the best. All I remember is that there were a lot of other Dalmatians, and when I say "a lot", it's A LOT. There were fences and rooms and an open area but no grass or trees. One day, a group of policemen arrived and we were all taken away to big trucks. Next thing I knew, I was in a vet room being examined. I didn't know what was happening at all but I was happy because they were all gentle and nice people.

Later I was put together with some other puppies in a smaller room. Those other puppies didn't like me much, they said I was weird because I couldn't stand right, but some of them were nice and played with me anyway. I stayed there for a long time, watching as people would take the other puppies away, until Ryder showed up and chose me. He brought me here where I met Chase and Chase acted weird at first, but we quickly became best friends. Then, the Paw Patrol project began with Ryder and the two of us training for it.

Yeah... My story isn't exactly nice in the beginning. I remember I was born a stray on the streets of some town around Adventure City. I think I didn't even have a proper name back then, but I remember my mom called me Smarty, because I was always playing around fixing broken toys kids would throw away. We used to stay in an improvised shelter made with wood boards and cardboxes in an alley behind a restaurant. One day, mom rushed us out of the alley, saying something about how someone called the animal control on us and we had to run. They were all caught and I was the only one who managed to escape and hide away.

Without my mom, I was too small to look for food alone and I was too scared to go back, so I just kept going down the road out of the city until I passed out. Ryder and Chase were passing by on Ryder's new ATV and Chase caught my scent, so they rescued me. After they helped me to recover, Ryder asked if I'd like to stay and live here with them. They told me about their project and I liked the idea, so I decided I'd join them as their fix-it pup and now, here I am.

Well, I'm glad I can say my life was already sort of good before the Paw Patrol, at least. I was born in a surfing school, my mom's owner is a really nice guy. We were happy there but the school wasn't doing so well and he couldn't afford to care for all of us, so he had to put me and my siblings up for adoption. At the time, I was already kinda famous for surfing along with his students and everyone ignored my siblings in favor of wishing to adopt me, but Mr. Cooper rejected all requests. He said he would give me away only for someone who would guarantee I'd keep living by a beach and have plenty love and space to grow and keep doing what I love the most. He couldn't stand the idea of someone taking me away from everything I love and keeping me in a place where I wouldn't be as happy as I was there.

And then, Ryder came along with his pups! They were taking a break from training and came to spend a weekend in our town. We became fast friends and I had so much fun with them! Hearing about my family's situation, Ryder made a deal with Mr. Cooper, he would help the school financially so he wouldn't have to close and would be able to keep all the other pups, on the condition he would allow Ryder to be the one to adopt me, saying my skills would be perfect for his team. Ryder told him about his ongoing project for the Paw Patrol and Mr. Cooper loved the idea. When they left to go back home the next day, I was already coming with them and that's how I joined the Paw Patrol!

#rubble the bulldog #(( OKAY DISCLAIMER please everyone don't take this as canon IT'S JUST MY OWN HEADCANONS ALRIGHT OKAY let's go ))#Paw Patrol #Paw Patrol Headcanons #Marshall #Rocky #Zuma #Paw Patrol Marshall #Paw Patrol Rocky #Paw Patrol Zuma

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kalivda · 2 years ago

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Ghostly Visit (Gus Halper! Mischa Bachinski x Sister! Reader)

After the Cyclone incident, you get a visit from someone very familiar…warnings: angst, mentions of death

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The nightmares started after that fateful Monday. Waking up in a cold sweat wasn't the worst of it. However, it was the restless nights I spent alone in the cold dingy basement.

There used to be two people down here. Making the best out of a terrible situation. My adopted "parents" hated my brother and I. Despised us even. All because of our mom faking our ages. They didn't get the young children they wanted, but two rage and passion-filled Ukrainian twins.

The screeching of the rollercoaster was still in my ear. Watching the choir members fly off of the rollercoaster and falling to their impending dooms. A part of me feels glad I refused to get on the rollercoaster. But guilty my brother did.

I remember watching his body fly out of the rollercoaster and hit the concrete below. The screams of fair goers. The sickening crack each kid made after falling. It makes me want to-

I shot up from my sleep and ran to the tiny bathroom, vomiting my guts out in the toilet. Coughing a bit, I sat next to the it, sobbing my eyes out quietly. It wasn't fair. Why did he have to die? It should've been me. I should've went on the rollercoaster. I should've...

"Cестра (sister)?" A voice moved past my ears. "The hell..." I mutter, weakly standing on my feet.

"Do not freak out. It's me!" 'Is that...it can't be. Mischa's dead. Get it together, Y/n. You're being paranoid again.'

"Cестра?" The voice called out again, this time taking the shape of a boy. But sort of like a ghost. He was wearing a white button up with a sweater vest. I looked closely and noticed the St. Cassian's Chamber school logo.

"M-Mischa?" I asked, sniffling. "Who else would it be?" He asked, looking at me like I was dumb.

"W-wait...how is this...how is this happening?!" I almost yell, picking up the plunger near me as a weapon, my accent thickening."Really? You are going to fight me with a...." "Plunger!" I whisper-yell. "Right...a plunger? It wouldn't work. I'm a...ghost?"

Yep. That was Mischa alright. "Wait how are you even here right now? Talking to me? In our..."room"? Aren't you dead?" I asked him. "Yes! I am still dead. But a lot has happened. We met some fortune teller. And he knew you were my sister! I do not know how, but he did." I slowly nodded, hoping he would continue telling me this weird story.

"But now I guess...we're choosing someone to come back to life." He got quieter by the last part, but I heard him loud and clear. "Come back to life?! Mischa, that's so cool! Not to be biased or anything, but I think you should. You deserve it the most."

"And go back to that hellhole with our so-called "parents"? No thanks. I'd rather stay dead." My heart dropped at his sudden cold rage. "Mischa- what about Talia?" He stared at me and his face softened. "Talia...my divine Talia...I do not want to leave her, but I don't want the life I've had before."

"Mischa please! I can't keep doing this by myself! They hate me even more since the accident. Please..." I got choked up and was hiccuping over every little word at this point. "Y/n..." "I don't want to live anymore. Not if you aren't there! So PLEASE!" My voice broke and I began to sob quietly.

"соняшник (sunflower), listen to me. I need to do what's best for me. I'm fine with the 18 years I've spent with you. You need to find somewhere else to go. You need to find people that make you happy and find someone you love. Like how my shawty, Talia, and I do." I laughed a little at this comment.

"I truly love you. You were my best friend. My partner in crime. The only other person to leave me mostly positive reviews on my YouTube comment wall. I love you." Tears flowed from my eyes and fell onto my cheeks.

Little sparkles began to form it's way around my twin. "Mischa, what's happening?" I asked, concerned. "Ocean chose someone to live..." I almost jumped up, but contained myself. "And we're all passing onto the afterlife. Except for...I hear her name is Penny." He says. "Penny Lamb? Isn't that the one girl with the brother named Ezra?" I asked confused. "If that is who she is, then yes."

He sniffled a little. "Well this is the last time I think I will see you." A bittersweet smile came onto both of our faces. "I'll miss you, Mi." I said, my vision getting blurred from the tears. "You too, Y/n/n."

"Wait! Mischa, before you go...can you sing me that nursery rhyme that you sang to me all the time when we were younger? The one mom sang before she...died?" He looked down on me and nodded slightly, leaning towards me, giving some ghostly hug and he began to sing.

"Зірко, зірко, мерехти,

Недосяжна в небі mu!

(Star, star, twinkle,

You are faraway in heaven!)

Сяєш ніжно ти мені,

Мов коштовність у пітьмі!

(You shine tenderly for me,

Like a jewel in the dark!)

Зірко, зірко, мерехти,

Недосяжна в небі ти!

(Star, star, twinkle,

You are faraway in heaven!)

Щойно сонечко зайде,

Темрява накриє все.

(As soon as the sun goes down,

Darkness will cover everything.)

Зірко, в небі запалай!

Сон, малят оберігай!

(Star, light up in the sky!

Sleep, baby, beware!)

Зірко, зірко, мерехти,

Недосяжна в небі ти!

(Star, star, twinkle,

You are faraway in heaven!)

He began to sing again, but it sounded more faded, before no sound came at all. I began to doze off and eventually fell asleep under my dingy, thin sheet.

The next time I opened my eyes, it was time for me to go to school. I put on my uniform and did my hair in a decent way, to not make it look like I was just visited by my ghost brother. Before I walk up the basement stairs, something glimmers out of the corner of my eye.

Mischa's fake gold chain he won from some arcade. I take it quickly and put it on, fixing it up a little bit. Using my phone, I pull up my camera and check myself in the reflection.

"Perfect." I breathe out, running up the stairs and gently opening the door, my "father" unlocking it a few minutes ago.

I make my way out the front door and get to school, a memorial standing in the front. Seeing the choir's faces fill my heart with a pang of guilt.

"Um, excuse me?" A girl's voice spoke up. I turn and see a girl around my height with short black hair, freckles, and the brightest green eyes. "Yes?" "I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself. I'm Penny. Penny Lamb." She holds her hand out for me to shake.

I slowly took her hand, wondering if I was dreaming. "I think you're Mischa's sister, Y/n? You guys look alike." She says fascinated and touching my (h/l), (h/c) hair. "You okay, Penny?" I asked. "Yeah! Actually...no. It's been a week since...ya know, and I wanted to know more about the kids that died. And since you're Mischa's sister, I was wondering if...you could...tell me about him." She asked. "Penny-" "Or don't! You don't have to!" "Penny-" "Forgive me if that was offensive, I know you're planning a funeral and everything-"

"Penny!" I shouted, some kids looking at me weirdly. "It's okay. I would love to tell you about Mischa. I can tell you about some of the other choir kids too like Ocean and Ricky." Her face shows one of shock, but excitement. "Okay! How about we get a coffee or something. At the Blackwood café this afternoon?" She asked.

"I'll see you there." I smile, watching her smile back and run into school. And Mischa's words came into mind:

"You need to find people that make you happy and find someone you love."

Maybe that just might be Penny.

#mischa bachinski #mischa bachinski x reader #ride the cyclone #ride the cyclone x reader #ride the cyclone mischa #gus halper

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galaxythreads · 2 years ago

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Loki in the avengers wanted thor to hate him. So why is he shock in the dark world when thor hates him like he wanted

okay, I'm really glad you asked this because I have wanted to talk about this for a while, and I think it's a massive misconception inside of the Thor fandom and the Loki fandom.

Loki wanting Thor to acknowledge they're not bio family ≠ loki wants thor to hate him.

I can't think of any lines in canon where Loki specifically tells Thor "I hate you" or says to anyone that Thor should hate him. Or tells anyone in canon that he does hate Thor.

The most Loki seems to believe is that Thor should acknowledge that they're not related by blood.

Canon lines Loki says regarding this:

Loki does not want his family to hate him. That's not his goal. If it was his goal, he'd go about it in a much, much different way.

Loki does want them to acknowledge that he was lied to for his entire life and that not only is he not even their son/brother, he's not even the same species. It's very different things.

But because Thor and Odin will not address this with him, and Frigga is making him choose accepting Odin as his father or not accepting their family, Loki feels like they aren't seeing him. Again. This lack of acknowledgement about his person, about something that is in the very essence of his being, is something he finds deeply hurtful. It's why his argument with Frigga happens in the first place.

It's not that he doesn't consider her his mother. It's that Frigga makes him choose. There is no gray area for them. No "yes, i'm not your mother by birth, but you are my son by choice" or any sort of reassurance. Just "either you accept that he's your dad or you don't"

Thor, at least, doesn't make Loki choose. He and Loki just...don't talk about it, when they clearly should. I think it would have vastly improved their relationship if they HAD discussed it.

Loki and Thor skirt AROUND the topic in Ragnarok, but they never actually discuss it in any of their time together:

i feel like a lot of Loki's problems with Thor don't stem out of a lack of love. they stem from a lack of communication. this line in ragnarok, i actually found to be a really good summary of their relationship from loki's pov post-avengers:

Thor, on the other hand, seems to view Loki's desire to make them acknowledge his adoption post Thor 1 as Loki's desire to separate himself from the family and that he hates them now, because, well...why wouldn't he in Thor's mind?

Thor participated in the lie, even if unwillingly. His mother and father lied to Loki their entire lives, so of COURSE it makes sense Loki would hate him, so Thor tries to numb down to avoid thinking about it, hence the massive depression arc in TDW.

Loki has also, you know, tried to commit genocide and conquer a planet, which is VASTLY out of character for him pre thor 1, so Thor must wonder if he actually knew Loki at all or if their relationship was a facade the entire time. He feels like he never Knew Loki. Jotunheim Thor can understand, maybe. Maybe he can get where Loki was coming from, the understanding of how badly he was spiraling, the political moves Loki was trying to make, he can make sense of that.

But Earth?

Earth has done nothing to Loki.

Thor doesn't understand why Loki wants to hurt innocents. The brother that he knew defended them. Loki is the only reason the Warriors made it off of Jotunheim. Thor trusts Loki to keep people safe, and for the first time in their lives, Loki wasn't.

Hence this line in TDW:

"I don't. Mother did. You should know that when we fought each other in the past, I did so with a glimmer of hope that my brother was still in there somewhere. That hope no longer exists to protect you. You betray me and I will kill you"

That glimmer of hope was destroyed when Loki turned down Thor's offer in Avengers 1 to stop the attack. Thor tried to reach out to Loki in the Avengers, but after Loki stabbed him, something in Thor broke.

You can see it in his expression.

It's part of the reason that the "oh, Loki stabs Thor all the time lol!" joke doesn't land with me and I kind of ignore it as canon.

LIke just LOOK at them okay? Thor drops Mjolnir in shock. He grabs Loki's arm for support. Loki has to shove him away before Thor lets go. You can SEE the shock in his face as he looks down.

Loki hurt him.

And he meant it.

So yeah, I do 100% get why Thor would threaten to kill Loki in TDW, because he feels he has to do it in self defense. Not that I think Thor could go through with it. They're empty words and Thor and Loki know that. The idea probably sounded a lot better in Thor's head before he saw Loki again and realized oh crap I have missed you and I love you and I'm sorry too.

Loki's adoption being withheld hurt Thor too. Their parents lied to Thor too. Thor tries desperately to separate the idea that his Loki (pre-thor 1) and THIS Loki in the TDW are the same person, but by the end of the movie, he knows.

TDW Loki is more battered, grown-up, hurt, darker, a mess. But it's still his Loki. That is why Thor doesn't feel the need to bring anything up in Ragnarok. He has made his peace with Loki's choices.

Loki...hasn't yet.

In the TDW world though, Thor has clearly been putting distance between himself and Loki, he didn't visit Loki at all in TDW, but he knew where Loki's cell was immediately, which makes me think that Thor has visited Loki, just not when Loki was awake. And you know what, unlike a majority of the Loki fandom, I'm not mad at him for that. I get it. Loki stabbed Thor with the intent to hurt in Avengers. It drew blood. Thor does have a right to be frustrated with Loki, just like Loki does with Thor. Their frustrations are not equal or the same, but they are valid.

But I do want to point this out:

Loki doesn't want Thor to hate him. And Thor doesn't hate him. Thor is severely depressed in the Dark World. Apathy is practically bleeding from his every movement in the movie. Having to face Loki would have meant having to face the family issues he didnt' want to face, but he never didn't love Loki, he just couldn't trust him.

Not being able to trust someone ≠ not loving them.

(which I also find ironic that Thor says that, and then immediately trusts Loki with the most important thing to him at that moment: Jane's life. Thor trusts Loki. Loki trusts Thor. They just won't admit that because they're both stubborn.)

Thor and Loki do love each other.

And I think that Loki is aware that Thor didn't lie to him, because the person he most consistently calls family is Thor from that point out. He doesn't reclaim Odin as family until IW, and he doesn't reclaim Frigga until IW either by association (not that i think he ever really unclaimed her, he was just trying to make a point), but Thor:

Thor, Loki never unclaims, and neither does Thor

For all their frustrations with each other, they still view each other as family. the hurt wasn't deep enough to undo that:

does not deny this

the FIRST thing Loki says to him after ALL that happened with Thanos and the invasion and the Void is thAT

^ you do not mourn someone you don't love.

Thor calls Loki brother twice in that conversation and Loki doesn't say "i'm not your brother" the only person he corrects Thor on is Odin.

Because the ONLY person in canon Loki has EVER corrected about Thor not being his sibling was in Thor 1 to Thor and there were extenuating circumstances.

^ defending his sibling even though LOKI IS NOT IN THE ROOM. Loki will not SEE or HEAR this.

loki still does not deny this

TDW:

Loki: now you see me, brother

loki is calling Thor is brother again. He didn't deny it in the Avengers, but in the TDW he is actively acknowledging that they are family

Loki: This is so unlike you, brother. So clandestine. Are you sure you wouldn't rather just punch your way out?

Loki: Still, we could be less conspicuous. [Loki turns back into himself but turns Thor into Sif] Hm, brother. You look ravishing

Loki: They're on the ship! [as they approach the ship Volstagg starts attacking them; back in the ship] Well, whatever you're doing, brother, I suggest you do it faster.

Loki: You still don't trust me, brother?

Loki is practically falling over himself to claim Thor as his sibling. Part of this, I imagine, is due to the fact that he never got to call Frigga mother again, but I also do, sincerely, believe that Loki never cast Thor out of his heart.

By Ragnarok, both of them are referring to the other as their sibling, an indication that they have moved past their frustrations:

Strange: ... Your adopted brother Loki is one of these beings.

THOR: He's a worthy inclusion.

^ does not deny they are siblings

THOR: I suppose I'll need my brother back.

Grandmaster: YOUR brother. Whatever the story is. Adopted, or complicated. I'm sure there's a big history.

^ loki does not deny they are siblings

even Hela gets thrown into the "getting claimed as family" thing and they barely know her for the span of a few hours:

anyway, tl;dr

loki and thor love each other and want each other as family, they're just too emotionally constipated to actually talk about that. They have never, and will never, actually hate each other because that was never actually in canon and it won't be. And for all my problems with ragnarok, I do like that they made Loki and Thor acknowledge that they care about each other in the subtext.

Thor and Loki only use each other's names when they're being serious. Brother is a term of endearment and they are both aware of that. Loki knows that in the TDW. That's why he's using it. That's why Thor doesn't. Because Thor is still processing and trying to figure out who Loki is to him. I could talk for hours about Thor's arc with his relationship with Loki.

Loki and Thor's love for each other is what made their estrangement so painful. but they were able to repair things in Ragnarok (to some extent). Loki sacrificed himself for Thor. Thor killed Thanos for Loki.

If Loki never loved Thor, Thanos never would have purposefully picked Thor out of the crowd of Asgardians to torture him for the Tesseract. Even Thanos knew how much these two idiots love each other.

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boldlyspeedydreamerreturns · 1 year ago

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Can I request a one shot about Fizzaroli meeting Loona for the first time?

(Set post Mammon episode so he and Blitzo are friends again)

Yeah, I can do that. 😁

A few weeks after the events of episode 7...

Fizz was relaxing in the kitchen at Asmodeus' palace, waiting for the coffee maker to finish. Just as the machine dinged, his phone also rang. He was surprised to see it was Blitz calling. He knew his old friend didn't like getting up early, especially on the weekends. He answered the call as he poured his coffee.

"Hey, fucker, what's up?"

"So that's how you two talk, huh?"

Fizz paused. The voice on the other end of the phone sounded like a young woman, not Blitz.

"What? Who the hell are you? Oh fuck, you're some stalker fan that stole Blitz's phone, aren't you. Look bitch, I'm retired, so you can shove off."

He heard an exasperated sigh.

"I'm not a fan, dip shit, I'm Blitz's... daughter... technically."

"What? Daughter? Since when does Blitz have a daughter?"

"Since about five years ago when he adopted me but that's not why I'm calling."

Fizz was confused. Blitz hadn't mentioned a daughter in the few times they'd seen each other since trying to be friends again. The idea of his old friend being a parent was odd to him.

"So then...why are you calling me?"

"Can we meet in person? This feels weird over the phone."

Fizz was even more confused. Why would she want to meet in person? What could she want to talk about with him?

"Uhh, yeah, sure. Where should we..."

"I'm already close by. I'll be at your place soon. Tell them to expect a hellhound asking for you."

"Oh, okay then..."

The phone hung up. Fizz had no idea what was happening. He quickly ran to get dressed and rushed downstairs just in time to see Blitz's van pull up. A hellhound girl stepped out and walked towards the doors. She had a look of annoyance on her face. Fizz greeted her as she walked in.

"Hey there, you must be... Blitz's kid. I don't think you said your name before."

"I didn't. It's Loona. Let's get into this, okay."

"Yeah, you're definitely Blitz's. Let's go in here, it'll be more private."

Fizz lead Loona into what looked to be a parlor area. They sat down on a couch. Before Fizz could say anything, Loona spoke up.

"You're not gonna fuck with Blitz right?"

"What?"

"I know you hated him for a long time. Now you're supposedly trying to be close again. You're not fucking with him, are you?"

Fizz was stunned by the question. He hadn't expected her to be so forward.

"I...no. I'm not screwing with him. Look, I get it. I don't... completely forgive Blitz for what happened. But... I'm trying to move on."

"You better be telling me the truth, clown boy. Blitz has been through enough. He doesn't need some fake asshole coming back into his life just to break him down some more."

"I'm not going to hurt him!"

Loona looked surprised by Fizz raising his voice. The two sat in silence for a long minute.

"Look, Loona. I get it. It's sweet that you're so protective of your dad. But I promise you, I don't have any intentions to hurt Blitz. Honestly, even when I was angry with him, in the back of my mind, I still missed him like crazy. We were so close once."

Loona watched as a few tears pricked the corners of Fizz's eyes. She smiled.

"Good, then I don't have anything to worry about. Also, if you tell anyone I was here, I'll come back and chop your dick off."

Fizz laughed. The two chatted a little while longer, with Fizz telling Loona several stories of Blitz from their childhood. After about an hour, Loona stood up.

"I should probably get the van home before Blitz wakes up and sees it missing. Good talking to ya."

"You too, Loona. Say hi to your dad for me."

"I won't."

The two shared a laugh, then Loona left. It was an interesting interaction, but it made Fizz happy. He was glad to know that Blitz had managed to find even a little bit of happiness in his life.

#helluva boss #helluva boss fizzarolli #helluva loona #fanfic #oneshot #anon answered #ask box open

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accidentally-in-fictional-love · 2 months ago

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Things I Noticed While Writing Light The Fuse: Part 11, Episode 4

This one may be just about one Phoenix but finally I get to show Ethan some love hehe 🥰💛

Before we get to him though, a clock! An actual, working clock! The rare showing of time that helps me figure out how long this show is actually going for!

Here it is, my Timeline. The furthest it goes is the 23rd, and he would be checking more pages if it went further to see if she was/had been there, so I placed Cop Night on July 23rd with this scene taking place the next morning on the 24th, therefore Ethan starts dating Matty and Johnson on July 23rd to go along with Matty and Johnson's anniversary on July 1st in Fucked / Up ❤️💛💙

Going off this single date I ended up having the fic start on June 7th with Ethan arriving on the 8th by the end of my figurings, and I have a column in my notes just for dates based on what everyone says, their runs, and outfit changes, all thanks to this single crumb. And now we have all three of their Phoenixversaries, Johnson on February 2nd (with his bday), Ethan on June 8th, and Matty exactly two months later on August 8th~

This still isn't Ethan but this scene will forever haunt me WHY IS HELL ITSELF AT THIS MOTEL???

Okay now it's Ethan Time, because this scene makes me insane for a different reason. Him saying later that he literally just trusted her through everything really confirms that Ethan is a canon dumbass, like dude you can still trust her but you had to have some idea! This is why I made him so aware of what's going on that he held info away from her as well. I really loved writing this scene, I love writing all their scenes, him constantly trying to cut ties with her and failing each time she calls because of their bond is so important to me with all the angst possibilities

Like this right here, with that smile of hers knowing that he will, and him doing it. Add in the fact that he also knows he will even when he's catching on that she's not the Doris he knew anymore, I love that so much and I'm so glad I got to write it all out amidst him hanging up on her after making her panic that Burt already got to him before he namedrops Matty for the first time

Also Ethan having this convo directly next to a Pinup room when he's trying to be stealthy is so funny to me

That's because you just spoke to your adoptive mom after gaining not one but two boyfriends, of course you're feeling weird. Also since when does Ethan wear a black undershirt, that's Matty's! I'm insane!!

Comfy??? My man's all spread out, ditched the coat, he is there to stay

Matty: You heard it pays?

Ethan is so bad at lying how has Matty taught him nothing by now it should be a second language by this point

You're killin' it man she totally believes you

Meredith is so cute here, I love her genuine shock that he'd really think she'd take one of them, I wonder how many actual conversations she has in this place outside of Joel (for the most part) and Matty and her friend Tina

Ethan is so cute I love his smile so much 🥰🥰🥰

The fact that he hasn't had this talk with Johnson in canon is so weird to me, he's around him so often that I bet he'd talk about it with Matty there, I don't doubt that cause I'm obviously upping his mystery in my own way since I don't know what his actual deal is. It makes for a nice bonding scene with Meredith, but they really underutilized Johnson also being around for so long so many times which is just criminal honestly

I really wonder if she was ever able to talk about this, since it was such a big thing, a war so bad Joel's even afraid of it and she was just a child during it. I really never shipped them even before my eyes were opened to the Phoenixes being boyfriends, so them having this conversation as friends is so important to me. It's a romance that doesn't need to happen for them to stay close, just like she is with Matty, and I can only pray they stayed this way in season 2.

Their friendship is everything to me. At its basis, these are two people who need friends more than anything, people to listen and be there for them as they come to see that they're already home, if season 2 had come out and had them suddenly start making out sloppy style it might've actually made me upset and that's no joke

Episode 4 down, I can tell already that ep5 is gunna need several posts but I am so ready to talk about it hehe 💛

#david dastmalchian #ethan reprisal #johnson reprisal #matty reprisal #Phoenix Details Series #whoaaa it's friday the 13th today how wild

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Paint The Lines, Cut The Flesh: Part 22

WARNING! There is bear sex in this chapter.

The sweet smell of an incense of vetiver and patchouli filled the air around him and Sentry breathed deeply. The air was so clean and clear that the beautiful scent covered up nothing, merely existed, pleasant and comforting. The ground beneath his feet was soft and easy on his weary feet and bruised legs. Smiling, contented people walked past in comfortable clothing, every one of them healthy and with a kind way about them. “Where am I?” Sentry asked, cocking his head curiously as he began to examine his surroundings. “Welcome to Martyrdom, Brother Sentry.” A familiar voice greeted him warmly and Sentry found himself looking into the familiar face of Father Lorgan. “Father? I'm so sorry about what happened to you, I'm sorry I wasn't there to keep you safe...” Sentry started, but the priest held up his hand calmly. “You have nothing to apologize for, dear boy. You found my killer and saved many more from his blade and what's more, you cleared Brilgor's name and seeing you, a tiefling yourself, solve the case, those who turned away the refugees before are now welcoming them with open arms.” The old priest explained, gently walked up beside Sentry and patting his back. “Ah...now, I'm afraid your stay in Martyrdom for now is going to be quite brief, you see, you've quite a bit of unfinished business back in the land of the living.” He began to guide him slowly down the path. “But, before you return, there is another person who very much would like to speak with you. Shall we?” He gestured towards a humble but well kept temple, not so different from the one he had called home in life. Sentry walked beside him, glad the old man seemed contented in his afterlife.

The two walked up the steps into the temple and there, standing in the center of the room was Commander Evagria Ojeda. She was still an old woman, but she was strong and healthy. Her brown skin had a healthy glow to it and her golden eyes shone bright with a paladin's power. Her iron grey curls were darker as well. The armor she wore was a glimmering silver with a simple white tabard with the symbol of Ilmater across the front. “Welcome, mijo....It's good to see you.” She smiled warmly. Sentry stood still a moment, his heart practically in his throat seeing her again so strong and vibrant, like the first day he'd met her. “Mum...” He gasped, running to her and throwing himself into her arms. Despite her age, and her lean frame, she caught him easily and held him tightly. “Oh my sweet boy, I am proud of you.” She whispered, holding him close and rocking him gently in her arms, kissing him softly on the forehead. “You did so well...I knew you could resist him....I knew you would do good.” “Thanks mum....I...I missed you.” He said softly. “I missed you so much.” He sniffled, feeling the tears coming to his eyes. Evagria smiled warmly, gently cupping Sentry's face in her hands. “But, you know you have to go back, right, mijo?” Sentry nodded. “I guess I do...there's still an elder brain that I technically set loose, isn't there?” “Yes, there certainly is. I can't say I'm too proud of that part...Then again, I also can't say I'm not somewhat impressed.” Evagria admitted with a small chuckle. “Even I never fought one of those on my adventures...no matter what Jaheira tells you four drinks in at the tavern. By the way, make sure you tell that old bag I said hello, will you?” “Of course, mum. I will.” Sentry replied, gently pressing his hands to his adoptive mother's. “And when she gets to the afterlife, she owes a drink still. I will meet her in whatever corner of Celestia, or, knowing her, The Abyss, where she ends up.” Evagria smirked.

“I hope she's not one to shoot the messenger.” Sentry grinned. “I taught you to dodge archers, didn't I? You'll be fine, boy.” Evagria clapped him on the back. “Now go...They need you.”

---- Jaina returned to camp still fuming at the arrogant bastard Lorroakan. Wyll and Karlach walked by her side, each offering suggestions for how to deal with him, most of them more along humorous lines. Upon arriving at the camp, she wrinkled her nose in further distaste as a familiar, unpleasant guest had arrived. “Mizora...to what do I owe the indigestion?” Jaina sneered, folding her arms across her chest. Karlach stepped up alongside Jaina, both of them making an effort to shield Wyll. Mizora rolled her eyes and sighed. “Wyll, call off your guard dogs. I've got an offer for you.” “No way, Mizora. You promised my freedom in six months, no more deals.” Wyll stepped forward beside the two woman, facing Mizora himself. “Mmm....yes, I suppose that's true, although...you may change your mind when I tell you about your father....” Mizora smirked, examining her nails carelessly. “But then, you've already said no, I can respect that.” The malicious smile on her face told a different story. “What about my father?” Wyll replied with a frown. “Oh, it's just that Lord Gortash had him locked away in a certain secret prison to await execution....I could, of course, help you to free him, tell you where it is....but you don't want that, no, you already bargained for your freedom...” Mizora grinned nastily. “Unless....” She snapped her fingers and a new contract appeared in a gout of flame. Jaina and Karlach turned around swiftly as two female figures rose from inky black puddles of strange infernal ooze behind them. “So what will it be? Your father's life? Or your freedom?” “Mizora, you asshole!” Wyll snapped, his expression helpless and confused as the decision preyed on his mind. On the one hand, he was going to be free, it was within reach, he was finally going to be free of Mizora and her constant mind games...but then his father was a hero to the people, they would need someone like him when it came time to rebuild...And even if not, Wyll still felt a sense of loyalty. Ulder had raised him alone and, at least to Wyll's memory, he'd been a loving father before Mizora's bargain. He bit his lip and frowned...if Ulder died, he would go to his grave believing Wyll had betrayed him and the city...but if Wyll pledged himself to Mizora, there was no proof Karlach would be safe from Zariel and on top of that, he had let himself begin to dream about a life with Jaina when all of this was over, a life of love and adventure like all of his favorite stories. He looked back at Jaina and Karlach, standing and watching him with helpless outrage that Mizora would do this, though neither seemed surprised. Wyll finally inhaled deeply and lowered his head. “We had a deal, Mizora....I want to be free...”

The cambion laughed out loud, earning hateful glares from Jaina and Karlach. “Oh Wyll, look at you, all grown up and learning how to be selfish for once....I'm sure your father would be so proud to find that you value yourself over him....finally.” And with that, she and the other two figures disappeared. “So it's done then...I've let my father die...” Wyll said hollowly, shaking his head. “You know...that isn't necessarily true...” Jaina gently placed a hand on Wyll's shoulder. “What if we could find him on our own? Without her help?” Karlach grinned. “Yeah! That's not against the contract...And I used to run with Gortash's gang! I bet I could figure out where he'd hide a secret prison...and if not, there's got to be someone who would know.” Wyll looked at the two for a moment and dared a small, grateful smile. “Thank you...For what it's worth, I'm glad I wasn't stupid enough to kill you that day, Karlach....and I'm glad you helped convince me to make the right choice then, Jaina.” “Hey, like I said, you'd have been the one that got killed, soldier. Hate to break it to you, but I still think I could take you in a fight.” Karlach teased, slugging Wyll playfully in the shoulder.

------- Valda Everett prided herself on many things. For one thing, she came from a very prominent and well to do family who could trace their lineage directly to very powerful bloodlines in both The Abyss and The Hells. For another, she was very well regarded within the church of Bane, her authority was second only to Gortash himself as she very often functioned as his right hand being his personal assistant. Finally, she was a very efficient person. Where many saw walls, she saw doors. An obstacle, to Valda, became and opportunity. Today's opportunity was called Korilla Hearthflame. A both perturbing and pleasant part of her routine for the past several years. Valda slid onto the bar stool beside the dwarf at Sharess' Caress and ordered herself a drink.

“Korrilla.” The tiefling nodded pleasantly. “Valda.” Korilla nodded back. “I hear Raphael is sulking about somewhere upstairs? Perhaps upset a certain Mr. Ojeda denied him an audience?” Valda took a sip of her drink. “Such a shame. You know, he went to meet with Lord Gortash immediately upon his arrival in the city. Does it bother Raphael to have fallen so far?” Her dark painted lips curled into a smirk. “It's like I've said, Valda. Everything my master has planned involving Mr. Ojeda is for the good of the world. This plan of Enver's is out of hand and if you were smart, you'd know your patron won't benefit from it either...” Korilla replied bluntly.

“Lady Glasya has nothing to fear from a simple mortal like Lord Gortash. Besides, she is playing a much longer game...But then again, I don't expect Raphael to understand that. After all, can the unwanted bastard of Mephistopheles really comprehend the plans of Asmodeus' own daughter?” Valda laughed and shook her head. “No, Korilla, my patron's plans are progressing very, very smoothly...and if you'd stop deluding yourself, you'd see that now is a perfect time to jump ship. I mean, you're not Glasya's caliber certainly, but I hear Fierna is interested in making pacts lately. The 4th layer's ruler is nothing to sneeze at and assuredly an upgrade from some sad, banished cambion.”

Korilla snorted, rolling her eyes. “Your patron is a fickle little princess who wouldn't know what to do without her father backing her up and Fierna is little more than her lap dog. I think I'll take my chances with Raphael and his grand vision if it's all the same.” Korilla finished her drink and stood up. “Oh, well that's a shame.” Valda clicked her tongue disapprovingly. “I will so miss our little chats and even more so our evenings together...But, if that's how it must be....well, you've had a good life, right?” She smirked, still nursing her drink slowly, not moving from her spot.

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“Another friend, another dead body to mourn. Mr. Sentry Ojeda was carried back to this tent by a big hulking hunk of a wood elf a couple hours ago and laid on his bed roll so peacefully as though he were just asleep. Now don't get me wrong, I know the kid had his demons, he killed plenty of people in his day, and let's be fair, his kind of art isn't exactly the kind you hang in a museum....But in that sleep of death, he looked so innocent. The two elves never left his side and that white dog laid down at his feet, not paying me any mind, which I certainly appreciated.” Malta watched the scene before him with wide, intelligent green eyes, a pang of sadness coursed through him as he realized he had fully failed Wysp in his promise to watch over Sentry, the kid was dead, no two ways about it. He had survived so long against all odds, but still it had come to this.

Malta's ears pricked up curiously and his pupils narrowed as slow, steady foot steps entered the tent and the quiet insinuation of immense power filled the room. The sword Malta had remained nearby since following its melody to this place shimmered and sang as the thin, robed figure entered the tent. Impossibly old and brimming with power even more ancient. “This guy was, himself, a relic of magic long forgotten. Maybe even older than my own patron lady. One thing was for certain, The Dark Dancer reacted to his presence and reacted reverently. There was something preternatural about him for sure. And then he started to speak, pacing around Sentry's body. The two elves just looked up at him in something resembling confusion. I had to admire the fella's audacity to disrupt the mourners the way he did, but soon, Sentry's body was raised up into the air with a sort of swirl of light around it as this guy spoke to him. Sonuvabitch, a genuine god intervening? Wysp was right, the kid was special.” Sentry winced and writhed in discomfort for a moment, the visions of Father Lorgan and Commander Ojeda fading slowly from his view as he reached for them, his eyes suddenly shot open, wide with pain and he coughed and choked, spasming on his bedroll as the world swam back into focus. Halsin and Astarion stared at him in disbelief, Halsin's eyes openly tearful, while Astarion looked as though he'd been trying to hide any real trace of emotion. Scratch stood at Sentry's feet, wagging his tail furiously before leaping onto his chest and covering his face in slobbery kisses. “Thy fight is not over, and it is thy fight, for one who can look upon Bhaal and defy him can surely survive any crisis.” A voice brimming with godly power spoke and Sentry peeked up past Scratch's pointy ears to see Withers standing at the entrance of the tent. “So rise, challenger of the gods, and prepare for battle once more. Death will not claim thee whilst I endure.” Sentry coughed and sputtered, slowly raising himself up part way onto his side. Halsin's strong arms reached out to support him, cradling him so gently as he swayed and tried to regain himself. He peered up at Withers in confusion. “Shit...I knew there was something about you...You're....you're a god....” Sentry managed to stammer. “Merely a scribe, a seneschal.” Withers responded. “And now, child of none, you have been given life anew. Use this opportunity wisely.” And with that, he turned and made his way from the tent. “Oh....oh fuck...I really died...Didn't I?” Sentry asked, looking blearily from Halsin to Astarion.

“You...you did.” Halsin nodded, inhaling deeply. “The moment you defied Bhaal, we thought we had lost you.” His strong voice actually broke a bit. “Don't do that to me again!” Astarion snapped, grabbing Sentry by the shoulders. “I was afraid....Genuinely worried for you, you idiot!” “I mean, it's not like I had a choice, you've seen how my father treats his children, I'd rather be dead than live under his influence again. It's not a decision I made lightly!” Sentry frowned. “And besides, look, I'm fine! I'm alive and he can't control me anymore....So, that's a good thing...right?” The tent flap burst open again and Karlach burst into the tent flinging her arms around Sentry. “You're okay! Fuck! I thought I'd lost my friend.” She squeezed him tightly, lifting him up off his feet in the hug. “Don't scare people like that, soldier!” “Glad to see you too, Karlach.” Sentry wheezed. Wyll smiled from the entrance of the tent with a jaunty wave. “Welcome back to the land of the living, Sentry.” “Thanks, Wyll.” Sentry beamed as Karlach gently set him down. “Anyway, I suppose we've got a lot to figure out now that I'm awake...Don't we? I'm thinking now's a good time to pay the house of Szarr a visit.” He grinned, cracking his knuckles.

---- Jaina approached Aylin as she stood speaking to Shadowheart and Isobel near Jaheira's tent. “Dame Aylin, I'm sorry to interrupt, I know you've had a lot to discuss with Shadowheart since her decision to rescue her parents, but I have to warn you about something.” “Speak, friend! What troubles you?” Aylin asked, peering down at the smaller tiefling with a warm smile. “I'm afraid there's someone who's been trying to figure out how Balthazar and Ketheric imprisoned you, hoping to repeat the process for himself...” She frowned. Then she sighed and rolled her eyes. “Well, that, and there's some idiot he hired to hunt you down on the loose swearing to find you, but I wouldn't worry about him, one punch from Sentry had him out cold when we first met.” Aylin frowned. “So...Another thinks that he can shackle Dame Aylin? Let us show him just how wrong he is! His defeat shall be yet another braid in the chord of our friendship.”

“Well, hold on! I think a good strategy is in order, I mean, I don't think much of Lorroakan's abilities, but he has all the power of Ramazith tower at his disposal and maybe some allies.” Jaina warned, holding up her hands cautiously. “Let me come with you, a good healer can turn the tide of a battle. Besides, I'd like to get a few licks in myself.” Isobel offered. “No, my love. You must stay here in case we receive any word from one of the Selunite enclaves. Shadowheart can accompany us as a healer, after all she's been learning from you, I have faith in her abilities.” Aylin replied, clapping a hand on Shadowheart's shoulder.

The half elf nodded with a small smile. “We'll meet you there, Dame Aylin.” She crossed the encampment to her tent to retrieve her spear and armor. Jaina took the hint and returned to her own tent to choose between a cutlass or a staff. She supposed close quarters combat called for the former and sheathed it, tying the belt with the sheath around her waist.

Wyll joined Jaina. “Mind if I join your crew, Captain Thalassia?” Jaina rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her fond smile. “You know, that's basically like me calling you archduke Ravengard.” “Well, I don't see your father around, so why couldn't you be the captain?” He asked with a chuckle. Jaina thought a moment and then hummed thoughfully. “Hmm...I guess you're right! Alright, fine, I'll be the captain then.” She beamed.

---- That night, Sentry sat on the edge of the docks, Scratch laying by his side and Malta curled up on his lap. Us perched on his shoulder, nuzzling against his neck, seemingly glad his friend was still alive. Nibble, as usual, was in Jaina's tent, curled up beside her with his beak nuzzled in her soft hair. Sentry didn't mind, pets could have favorites just like children could, and he had quite the menagerie here. His bare feet kicked gently at the cold, salty water, enjoying the feeling against his skin. His skin, at last...Not Bhaal's flesh, but only Sentry's. A look of serene happiness crossed his face. “Sentry...I was hoping you had a moment to speak with me.” Halsin had approached silently as a forest creature, his voice the first thing to break the silence other than the gently lapping waves.

Sentry looked up at him. “Of course, sit down with me.” He patted the dock beside him and grinned. “Look, I found nature even here in the city.” He nodded out towards the water.

Halsin gave a soft chuckle and sat beside the tiefling. “That you have, Sentry.” He smiled softly and then his expression grew serious and he took a deep breath. “I have lived a long time and my heart does not stir lightly, but it does now.” He rested a hand on Sentry's hand. “I love you Sentry, in a way that I have not loved anyone in a very long time. I know you are bonded to Astarion and I would not move forward without his permission as well, but....” He sighed. “I want you.” “Oh shit, really?” Sentry blushed, looking Halsin over as though expecting the larger man to laugh and admit he was joking at any moment. “Me? Over Jaina? Or Kroger? Hells, over Karlach?” “You have fought your urges to protect the innocent, you helped me lift The Shadow Curse, it would have taken years without your aid. You are brave, you're a talented artist, and more than that...You came for me when I didn't think anyone would...” He squeezed Sentry's hand gently and then grinned. “And you're a feast for the eyes as well, if I may say so.”

“Oh! Um...” Sentry blushed brighter, trying to ignore the fluttering sensation inside him. Halsin was kind, strong, handsome, and more than that he was gentle and patient, but not dull and humorless. Sentry would be lying if he said he hadn't fallen in love as well. “Then I suppose I will speak to Astarion about this!” He smiled, then looked down at Malta who gave him a stern look. “Well, when Malta's finished here anyway, far be it for me to disturb a cat at rest.”

Halsin laughed out loud. “A true steward of nature indeed. Perhaps you've missed your true calling as a druid when you took a paladin's oath.”

----- “A night of passion with Halsin? Mmm...you lucky boy.” Astarion smirked when Sentry brought up Halsin's declaration of love. “I think just about everyone at camp has been entertaining the idea...well...except Withers.”

“I mean, probably him too, no one's that dead.” Sentry mused, cocking his head in contemplation. Astarion chuckled at that. “Well, maybe. Anyway, yes, I approve. Halsin seemed experienced, he knows what he's doing, won't cross any boundaries or create any weird hangups about things. Besides, I know you'll always come back to me, my pretty little treat.” “I will.” Sentry nodded with a smile. “And anyway, you can feed on me when I get back. You'll need all your strength when we go kick in that bastard Cazador's door tomorrow. I was thinking at sunrise? You know, so we have the whole day where he's weaker.” Astarion raised a brow. “He'll be inside his manor, darling, there's no sunlight inside. The time of day matters very little.” Sentry's expression fell and his shoulders slouched. “Oh....” He righted himself and gave a look of determination. “Well, it doesn't matter. Halsin and Jaheira can conjure sunlight with their druid magic. We'll just bring the day to him!” “Why don't you stop thinking for now and just go enjoy your night, Sentry? And then you can tell me all about it in the morning. I'll want every filthy detail.” The vampire grinned. “Would it be okay if I kissed you first?” Sentry asked with a little smile. “Oh darling, as if you needed to ask.” Astarion leaned in, pressing his lips to Sentry's and murmuring. “But I'm glad you did.”

Sentry leaned into the kiss, gently slipping his arms around the vampire's shoulders, slowly and giving him as much time as he needed to push him back or tell him no if he didn't wish to be touched, but he did not, only stepping back once the kiss had finished. ---- That night, Sentry made his way into the woods near the city, marveling at the feeling of the cool night air against his skin, free to enjoy it as his own person, free to relax and savor it without having to think about looking for prey. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, the air here was so much cleaner than the air in the city, and he knew that he should take advantage of that as he made his way into a lush, green clearing. Halsin turned from the tree he'd been examining and smiled with relief at Sentry. “You're here! I worried that you would change your mind, that you would not come.” “Nope, 'fraid you're stuck with me. I really liked your love confession, now I'm all attached.” Sentry grinned playfully as he met Halsin at the center of the clearing and in a flash, the two were in eachother's arms, sharp canine teeth nipping at eachother's lips gently through the kiss, tongues curiously tasting at one another as Sentry relaxed into the grasp of someone who could dwarf even him.

Finally, the two parted and Sentry gazed with wide eyed surprise as Halsin removed his clothing impressively quickly. It really did occur to him just how experienced Halsin must be. He would need to work to make this night memorable for the druid, he thought, though his mind was nearly immediately empty at the sight of that body. Sentry with his lean muscles and the years of suffering he had been through had always cut a rather chiseled, if outwardly scarecrow-esque figure, his abs prominent in his prime before his first 'death' and now with just a little bit of stomach as he'd been re-adjusting to his usual lifestyle. Halsin, on the other hand, was what Sentry knew to be a quintessential strong man. A thick, hairy gut covered his abs, his pectoral muscles were prominent, and, like Enver, his arms and legs were burly and thick. Unlike most elves Sentry had seen, Halsin was covered in a pelt of soft brown hair, which brought to mind the bears the man adored so much. This was the body of a healthy, mountain of a man. The body of a black smith, or a warrior. Well fed with muscle beneath the frame. He was, well, a bear of a man in every respect.

Sentry smiled appreciatively and shed his clothing as well, a bit more clumsily, kicking it off to the side as he approached, slipping his arms around Halsin's shoulders and standing on tiptoe to steal another eager kiss. As the kiss deepened, Halsin broke away and staggered back for a moment, falling to his knees and growling, teeth bared and eyes wide as his body glowed with druidic magic, growing if possible, even larger as he transformed into a massive cave bear, regarding Sentry with soft, gentle eyes. Sentry gave a gentle, happy laugh at the sweet fuzzy face before him, kneeling down to stroke the bear's soft fur, before the light came over Halsin again and he transformed back into an elf, blushing with embarrassment. “I...I'm sorry, sometimes it just...overtakes me...and I can't control my transformation.” He stammered, stepping back and looking away from Sentry. “I...I understand if it's too much.” Sentry approached Halsin from behind, slipping his arms around the druid's waist and nuzzling into his back. “Halsin, I get excited when I see gnolls. My best friend is a dog. When I came to the grove, I preferred talking to your bear friends over your druid kin. The idea of sleeping with a bear will hardly dissuade me...Though, take whatever form you're most comfortable in.” The tiefling offered, cuddling sweetly. “Or, dare I say, both? Both could be fun?” Halsin gently placed a hand on Sentry's hands. “Are you sure? It would be...big...” He squeezed them gently. “Big could be interesting.” Sentry grinned. Halsin smiled brightly. “Then we are in for quite a long night, Sentry. I hope you don't tire easily.”

As if to prove he wouldn't, Sentry playfully pounced on Halsin, bringing the druid to the ground and kissing him again deeply as Halsin's hands gently went to Sentry's waist, holding the tiefling gently as he felt the man's hips shift slightly, rubbing himself eagerly against the druid's body. “Someone is certainly eager to begin.” Halsin remarked with a grin as he felt the wetness of Sentry's cunt matting the hairs of his stomach.

“You're one to talk.” Sentry purred, reaching a hand back and pressing his palm to Halsin's stiff shaft and rubbing gently. “You've been pent up a while, haven't you? Poor bear.” He teased, slowly lifting up just slightly to turn around, his round ass now facing Halsin's head, while he faced the druid's shaft, gently gripping it in his hand and beginning to lick at the tip. Halsin, not one to simply allow himself to be pleasured without giving in return, gently grabbed Sentry's hips and leaned upwards, running his tongue along his dripping slit and then all the way up to his tight pucker, causing the tiefling's tail to twitch eagerly. Sentry moved his hand to grip Halsin's thigh as his lips slowly pressed around his shaft, head lowering further and further as his warm, tight throat enveloped the druid. His smooth, soft tongue teased the veiny underside as his head moved slowly up and down, his fingertips gently caressing the smooth flesh of his inner thigh, soft muffled moans and whimpers vibrating around the cock as Halsin's tongue buried itself between Sentry's legs, making them tremble just a bit as his tail flicked back and forth, curling gently.

They continued that way for a while, enjoying the gentle, rather tame act of foreplay before Sentry lifted his head slowly, tongue dragging along Halsin's shaft as he raised his head, saliva dripping as he pulled back. Halsin released Sentry's hips and gently withdrew from his velvety folds and looked at the tiefling with anticipation as he slowly shifted positions again, his wet pussy teasing the tip of Halsin's cock gently as he looked into his eyes, waiting for him to say yes. Halsin nodded his agreement, gently taking Sentry's hands in his as the tiefling lowered himself down onto the saliva-slick, achingly hard shaft with a cry of pleasure as he felt his body full beyond anything he'd ever felt, back arched, head tossed back in ecstasy. His tail curled behind him as he rode the druid slowly at first, but beginning to pick up speed as Halsin bucked his hips to keep the pace.

Sentry could barely speak, only communicating his pleasure in gasps and cries, little moans and whimpers occasionally as well. He was vaguely aware that Halsin's body was slowly beginning to feel larger and more furry beneath him, the shaft penetrating him suddenly felt harder, more sturdy and reinforced. 'Right, bears have a bone in their cock, don't they?' Sentry vaguely thought as his mind hazed with bliss, leaning down and pressing his lips to the soft, fuzzy snout, the tongue that met his this time rather large and flat, very different from the elven tongue he had been kissing. They continued that way for a while, enjoying the gentle, rather tame act of foreplay before Sentry lifted his head slowly, tongue dragging along Halsin's shaft as he raised his head, saliva dripping as he pulled back. Halsin released Sentry's hips and gently withdrew from his velvety folds and looked at the tiefling with anticipation as he slowly shifted positions again, his wet pussy teasing the tip of Halsin's cock gently as he looked into his eyes, waiting for him to say yes. Halsin nodded his agreement, gently taking Sentry's hands in his as the tiefling lowered himself down onto the saliva-slick, achingly hard shaft with a cry of pleasure as he felt his body full beyond anything he'd ever felt, back arched, head tossed back in ecstasy. His tail curled behind him as he rode the druid slowly at first, but beginning to pick up speed as Halsin bucked his hips to keep the pace. Sentry could barely speak, only communicating his pleasure in gasps and cries, little moans and whimpers occasionally as well. He was vaguely aware that Halsin's body was slowly beginning to feel larger and more furry beneath him, the shaft penetrating him suddenly felt harder, more sturdy and reinforced. 'Right, bears have a bone in their cock, don't they?' Sentry vaguely thought as his mind hazed with bliss, leaning down and pressing his lips to the soft, fuzzy snout, the tongue that met his this time rather large and flat, very different from the elven tongue he had been kissing. By the time the sun rose, Sentry was curled up naked against Halsin's equally nude form under the protective canopy of the forest, smiling blissfully. Both of them were covered with ample bruises and scratches, sweat-slicked with satisfaction and holding eachother protectively. For now, there was time to rest, they both felt safe in this moment. There was much to do, but that would come later. For now, there was time to sleep in.

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