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romaevelizz · 8 months ago

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Crybaby ˖ ࣪⊹

K. TSUKISHIMA x Fem!reader ˖ ࣪⊹

Sum: Kei hated it how easily he let the team get to his head. What did they know, she was his crybaby after all.

Warnings: none, fluff, crybaby coded reader, kei being love sick, occ kei(kinda)!not proofread Tho reader is blk coded I hope everyone enjoys!

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It was wierd the team thought as they watched their middle blocker standing in front of a girl with a tear stained face. Of course their first thought is he made her cry, but that was not the case. They couldn’t help but watch as this happened multiple times before practice until Kageyama said something.

“Who’s that crybaby you stand with after practice?” He asked making Tsukishima stop tying his shoe immediately glaring up at the setter.

“Yeah making pretty girls cry huh Tsukishima!” Noya yelled pushing the blondes head.

Kei leaned up pushing Nishinoya off him “No I’m not, and don’t fucking call her a crybaby.” He spoke making eye contact with Kageyama.

“Why is she your girlfriend?” Kageyama scoffed.

“Yeah she is jackass.” A lot of the team definitely was not expecting that answer out of him. Tsukishima with a girl who’s known for being whinny, with as little patience as they know Tsukishima has she’s his girlfriend.

“No way! How is that pretty girl going out with a bully like you!” Hinata shouted.

Because he was soft with that pretty girl. Of course kei teased her for crying easily and over the most stupidest things but he was alway there to comfort her if needed. His hand squishing her tear stained face tell her it’s all right and not to be dramatic, but earns a punch for call her dramatic.

But it didn’t matter what the team thought of them, because they honestly held heavy doubts, that maybe he was to harsh with her or even mean. He didn’t think he was and she never said anything. She would right if his words ever hurt her she’d speak up. Right?

His eyes looked over to her as they walked through the night market hand in hand, a smile on her glossy lips as she looked around the food trucks. He hated that he could tell him self that he didn’t care what others thought but it did, it bothered him a lot. Was he the reason she cried sometimes, that his snotty remarks actually hurt her feelings. How could he do that to her. How could he make her cry what kind of boyfriend was he if he made her cry.

“Kei..”

He made her hurt didn’t he? The reason her pretty face was always wet with tears?

“Kei!”

He blinked. “Yo are ya with me!” She laughed waving her hand in front of his face. “Am i distracting you” she teased.

“Tsk- no you’re not.” He scoffed.

“Booo! But anyways what has you all airheaded?” She asked tilting her head slightly her braids moving to the side with her motion.

“Nothing.” He hummed.

She pressed her lips together squinting at her boyfriend, his eyes staring into her dark ones. “Will you quite that.” He asked a small smile appearing in his face as his hand pushed her face away.

Even with the moments they shared, he continued to let it eat at him. They moved to a more secluded area sitting on the grass food in hand. He watched her as she ate, and talked, about anything and everything. He just listened, as she went on, smiling at small things she said.

How did he get so lucky.. a polar opposite that didn’t annoy him. Her melanin skin glowing under the street light as they ate her smile wide and so bright. Kei let his hand fall into his hand as she continued talking admiring her.

“So are you gonna tell me what’s wrong.” She asked.

“Hm?”

She looked up as him her smile going away “what’s going through your head, I know better.” She did she knew him, mind you he hadn’t made any comment on what she was talking about nothing not even a snarky remark teasing her.

“So what is it baby?” She spoke leaning back in her hands.

He looked away from her gaze “nothing just something stupid.” He sighed closing his eyes.

He could feel her roll her eyes, the sound of her body shifting her now sitting right in-front of him. The feeling of her hands holding his face made him open his eyes.

“It’s nothikng don’t worry your tiny little head about it.” He spoke softly.

“Don’t lie what is it Kei? You know you have to talk to me to.” She spoke her brows frowning, don’t do that he thought.

“I understand but it’s nothing just letting people get to me head alright?” He spoke his hand squishing her cheeks her hands not yet leaving his face.

“Who? Is it about you-“

“It’s about us.”

She looked at him “bad things?”

He shrugged his shoulders “I guess..”

Her hands left his face, letting herself get comfortable on his lap her face close to his. “Tell me baby..”

He only looked at her for a moment his eyes looking at her lips then back to her eyes. “Do I ever make you sad?”

She tilted her head giving him an are you crazy look. “See I told you it was stupid.” He huffed.

“Why would people thing that, are they saying that?”

“Yes.” He groaned his head falling into her shoulder.

“Why?” She laughed.

He shot back pinching her cheeks “because you’re a crybaby!” He scoffed.

“Nuh uh!” She whined.

“Yuh huh!” He laughed.

Letting go of her face he watched her pout “I’m not a cry baby just open with my emotions!” She sassed.

“Uh huh sure you crybaby.” He spoke his hands resting in her hips.

“But it’s okay, you’re my crybaby.”

She smiled “shut up that’s so lame!” She scoffed pushing him.

“I thought it was good.”

“Lame!” She laughed.

“Yeah then why are you laughing you idiot!”

“Because that was cringy and stupid nothing my boyfriend would ever say.” She groaned her laughter causing him to smile.

“Whatever you idiot I can be romantic.” He said.

“Yeah I know you can but with actions not so much words.”

He scoffed “really!”

She hummed crossing her arms, making his eyes twitch “get off of me, that irritated me.”He spoke pushing her.

“Whatever! You love it.” She said getting back in his face.

He only raised a brow, “ya know ya do.” She whispered leaning on her hands, their lips grazing against one another.

“Want me to kiss you sweetheart?” He asked.

She grinned “I should be asking you that sir, you’ve been looking at me lips all evening.” She hummed.

He let her get closer their lips barely touching befor pulling away, “UGH! Why do you do that!” She whined.

“You gave me attitude.” He shrugged a grin on his face.

He watched as she fell back dramatically “you hate me!” She groaned.

“Mmhm sure do.” She sighs looking down at her smiling at her dramatic pose.

He let her complain a bit more befor leaning down kissing her lips. Only to be pulled by her for a real kiss. “Feel better…” he whispered a little breathless.

“Alway fee better when you’re here with me.” She said pushing his glasses up.

Yeah they didn’t know shit about them. He’d never hurt her, he never wanted to. She would be the only one to get true kindness out of him. Because he couldn’t afford losing her.

Req are open!!! (Plz send something I’m desperate 😞)

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99pansy · 18 days ago

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ss/mayo blogspot lore + frerard theory

hi I'm about to drop some insane lore that I don't think a lot of mcr fans/frerard theorists know about. this isn't discussed often so I figured I should write about it here before all the evidence is lost to time.

this is probably gonna be a long one so buckle in! i have gathered as much evidence here as possible but there's no way to be certain about anything. i'm trying to maintain as much journalistic integrity as i can throughout this post (also trying super hard not to insert my opinion too much) because i think a lot of this speaks for itself.

so i have a pretty significant frerard theory but i have to give a lot of backstory and documentation for it to fully make sense. this will not be in chronological order (to best suit the narrative) but i hope it makes sense

many people know about frank's F.T. Willz endeavors which have been proven as him in recent years. however, "ss" or "shitsubou shita" was another blog he had before this which is not widely known

around 2007, there was a major theory in the fandom that gerard and frank were running secret blogspot accounts where they'd post journals, poetry, etc. frank's account was iamthemodernprometheus.blogspot.com and gerard's supposed account was its-mayonaise.blogspot.com. both accounts are still up, though i'm not sure if any posts have since been deleted. this probably sounds crazy so i'll explain everything!

evidence for frank as SS/shitsubou-shita/iamthemodernprometheus

i strongly believe this was frank's personal blog, but you can come to your own conclusions based on this info

frank's supposed original blogspot handle was "shitsubou-shita." once fans realized this was his account, he deleted it pretty much immediately. you can read some fan discussion about the fall out from this in a comment thread here. this comment thread will be linked a few times in this post because most of the screenshots on this post originate from there.

apparently *frank* was posting some very personal thoughts/feelings on this blog that he did not want to be discovered. i'll go over some of the deleted posts in a minute, but first i need to give more a little more context.

at the same time the blog is found, someone comments "your fired" on a recent post. apparently some fans thought the comment looked strangely out of place, and it was one of the last comments left before the account's deletion, on one of the final posts made.

this will be relevant later on, and we'll get into the account's posts soon.

my theory is that someone on the "inside" could have found his personal blog and tried spooking him, which could have been the final straw for him. or, the account being deleted could be completely unrelated to the weird comment. all of this can be found here (same link i posted previously)

months after deleting their blog, shitsubou shita begins posting under a new url "iamthemodernprometheus" (but still under the pen name "shitsubou shita" or "ss" as fans called him)

in his new blog, and similarly to F.T. Willz years later, he still leaves plenty of crumbs for fans to figure out it's him. screenshot sources are below

latin heading: his page had a latin heading that when translated, reads "keep the faith"

bio on blogspot: "industry - chemicals", and "you dont stop playing cos you get old…you get old cos you stop playing" both sound suspiciously personal to frank

his url choice: "the modern prometheus" is the full title of mary shelley's frankenstein. frankenstein is a character that frank has always deeply resonated with due to his namesake, love of horror, and being born on halloween

spelling of wierd: SS and frank both spell "weird" as "wierd"

i think he enjoyed the mystery of having a secret online persona, which eventually led to the creation of F.T. Willz in 2008. it seems like wanted to leave just enough evidence for people to suspect it was him, but not enough to prove it.

here are some snippets of 2007 era discourse about the identity of "ss" and their deleted blog. you can find all of these comments and more context here. this was around the time gerard got married and fans felt like the dynamic on stage was different, and they were concerned about the future of the band. it's a LOT to go over so i would advise reading the comments if you want more perspective

on the next page, an anonymous comment is posted which fans immediately begin to speculate is SS (frank). again, if you click the link you can get way more context than i'm able to provide here.

this insinuates that SS frequented the comments on mayo's blog, which i don't think he would have done without believing/knowing mayo is gerard

there was a lot discussed in this thread including pretty solid evidence that frank/ss wrote the ancient and historic "eliza post"

if you are not aware of the eliza cuts drama, that's a totally different and equally as insane rabbit hole you'll have to research on your own

tldr; she is gerard's mentally unstable ex-fiance who he was engaged to very shortly before lindsey

gerard and eliza got engaged on may 22, 2007 (the last show of the black parade tour) according to this reddit comment.

the "eliza post" went up on june 4, 2007. here is the post in its entirety:

"Hi I felt I had to write to you guys to allay some of your fears regarding the rumours and speculation surrounding Gerard and Eliza and the future of the band. This is the only time I will ever post. I will not be able to respond to your comments or enter into discussion or debate on what I'm about to say. We are aware that this is one of the most popular message boards for MCR fans and we know you guys are the most dedicated and loyal fans in the world. It saddens me to see such division amongst the fans over one woman. If it's any consolation, you guys are not the only ones affected. She is merely tolerated by both band and crew. Believe me, nothing anyone can say will change his mind. She's been the cause of numerous conflicts and while we dont have to like it, we have to accept it, at least for the forseeable future. From day one this woman has had a hidden agenda - her manipulation knows no bounds. Some of you may find this difficult to believe but I assure you I have personally witnessed the two sides of this woman. Her so-called 'good deeds' are nothing more than PR exercises for his benefit. But he does not see what goes on behind closed doors. We have tried to draw his attention to her blatant self-promotion and diva demands. This is a prime example of love being blind. His feelings for her do run very deep. Her feelings for him, however, are questionable at best. Many people believe, including myself, that he is being used as nothing more than a stepping stone. It's disheartening to see someone you care about and have worked with for a very long time change as a person, becoming more detached and causing the group dynamic to change as a result. There have been conflicts and differences of opinions and compromises have had to be made She does not accompany the band on the European legs of the tour. Since being on this current European leg, he seems much happier which suggest she doesnt make him as happy as he thinks. Despite being asked more than once to remain discreet, she blatantly disregards his wish to keep his personal life private by continually fuelling the internet hype. The band has always been about the music and the fans. This will not change. MCR have never endorsed any type of clique as it encourages and promotes the kind of high school mentality that MCR have always fought against. Your continued support is appreciated and rest assured this woman will have no adverse affect on the band and the music. For obvious reasons I am remaining anonymous. Eliza, we know you trawl these message boards and you probably know who I am - but I'd like to see you try and prove it!!!"

it's clear that whoever wrote this had a very strong distaste for eliza and was deeply troubled by the idea of gerard marrying her. based on the language used and style of writing, i strongly believe frank wrote this post. i'll be circling back to this in a minute, because i have a little more to go over.

for more evidence that SS is frank, we can reference this reddit comment made just 9 months ago by someone heavily involved in the blogspot community at the time, kapunua. their username on this post is "ReallyKapu."

if you read through the comment links I provided earlier, you may see their name pop up. they are also mentioned by name on the "iamthemodernprometheus" blog. if you also search "kapunua mcr" on google, you can verify their involvement in the blogspot community at the time.

kapunua is also mentioned in its-mayonaise's post here (no screenshot provided for this one, its just a small mention)

there's also a screenshot of a different comment kapunua made about 9 years ago with similar information. i found the screenshot here.

evidence that "mayo" is gerard

as mentioned in the post above, mayo often used british english syntax in his posts. he also posted about some pretty juicy stuff including a blowjob poem (you can seek that out yourself)

using british english isn't out of the ordinary for gerard. he often used an accent on stage during this time. moreover, he is a writer who has written multiple characters with this type of accent, showing he has a certain appeciation for it. i think his persona for the "mayo" account could been a sort of character he put on to disguise his idenity.

if you decide to view mayo's blog, you'll see each post has nothing but comments from mcr fans exclusively. i find it very interesting that the writer of its-mayonaise never bothered to make a post saying "hey, btw, i'm not gerard" in the 4 years this blog was run for

we have somewhat less definitive evidence that gerard is mayo. however, it is clear that at the very least, they had to have been someone involved with MCR or their crew at the time.

mayo makes a post alluding to their identity here, which you can find in the first screenshot below. this section sounds a lot like something gerard would write:

"I have been asked to reveal myself to you. You all know me. I am whoever you want me to be, I am an artist, a poet, a singer, a motherfucker, and a contradiction, a mouthpiece, a friend, and an enemy, a brother, an informant, a whipping boy, a basket case, a queen, and a criminal...(credit to John Hughes.)"

there are THOUSANDS of comments, many of which speculate the identity of mayo on each of his blogspot posts. you should definitely do your own detective work and see what you think, because there is far too much info to go through here.

a frerard theory

as i previously mentioned, frank had deleted his original blog for shitsubou-shita in late september. however, prior to this, he made and then deleted some particularly turbulent and questionable posts

for context, the frerard fight happened on august 22, 2007, and gerard and lindsey got married on september 3, 2007 (just four months after gerard was engaged to eliza)

gerard and lindsey are married on the last night of the projekt revolution tour.

mcr takes a break for one month after this, where we can probably safely assume that freshly-married gerard and frank did not plan on seeing one another.

i think this was very troubling for frank for many different reasons. gerard had just freed himself of the eliza situation and here he was making the same mistake again. he was on the verge of losing his dearest friend yet again, and i believe that despite his best efforts, he could not get through to gerard.

obviously, gerard and lindsey are still married to this day. however, many fans might be aware of what happened between her and mikey. there's also a lot of other questionable information about lindsey circling the web, but that's a different story for another time.

weeks later, similarly to the eliza situation, shitsubou-shita makes and deletes the following posts on his original blog (this was prior to the creation of iamthemodernprometheus):

Friday, September 21, 2007 Abandon hope, all who enter here... What the fuck happened? Why didn't I see this coming? I made a point to keep out of it this time, but at what cost? I'm trapped between a rock and a hard place, it's a lose/lose situation. I've always been honest with you, shouldn't that work both ways? What's with the double standards? People are starting to notice. I'm not talking about kids, I'm talking about people in their mid 20's and 30's. People with life experience who can see the cracks starting to show. What am I supposed to say? I just dont have the answers. How can I reassure them when I need reassurance myself?

he says "i made a point to keep out of it this time" which seems like a reference to the situation with eliza i mentioned previously. he alludes to the idea that fans are beginning to notice the band's dynamic is not the same anymore. this was specifically around the time when "frerard" moments came to a pretty abrupt end.

he says "i've always been honest with you, shouldn't that work both ways?" which can be interpreted in a few different ways. he may feel deceived due to his best friend's sudden marriage. however, the intensity of the language used in this post shows he probably had some very intense feelings toward the situation.

it seems like the writer was having a considerably difficult time coping with these feelings. a day later, this post is made:

Saturday, September 22, 2007 Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. Bullshit. I've always been a smart ass, even as a child, although my mom would prefer to use the term precocious. I've always had trouble keeping my mouth shut, I'm an open book, completely ingenuous - secrecy and circumvention are not my style. But then I've never experienced extreme paranoia. So I'm writing this blog. I know you will never read it, I wouldn't want you to. Not everything is about you. This blog is for ME, a perverse catharsis, I need this right now to preserve the small amount of sanity I have left. A blog fuelled by disappointment, frustration, confusion and dejection. I am not laying the blame at your door. The burden of blame is mine. I didn't speak up soon enough. I didn't want to rock the boat, I've been there before. I didn't want to fight or endure days of being given the silent treatment. Its not fair on the others. Why do you always make everyone feel like they have to take sides? If I had been a better friend, I would have stepped in regardless of the consequences. I acted selfishly because I didn't want to lose you, but ironically, I may have lost you anyway. I meant every word I said at the diner and although I didnt show it, your smirk and glib response hurt me more than you will ever know. I don't know who you are anymore. I cant seem to find the right words. Nothing I say seems to reach you. You are wrong. I DO care. I love you. I refuse to give up on you and I refuse to let you push me away. I am going to fight for our friendship, you aren't the only one with a stubborn streak. We are in this together, for the long haul, I promise. I want my friend back. I miss him.

it seems like whatever the writer is feeling toward the subject of this post goes beyond the boundaries of a typical friendship. the final paragraph says everything we need to know.

we can assume that based on this post's mention of meeting a diner, that frank and gerard likely met up during their month-long break to talk about the way things went down

lastly, i know there's at least one interview floating or blog post around where frank says he was a difficult teen and a pain in the ass as a kid, but i can't find it right now. if anyone has the link to that i would love to add it here, because i remember it sounding pretty similar to that first paragraph.

Sunday, September 23, 2007 Is the pen really mightier than the sword? And so you continue to blog, as do I. The difference is, I am not hurting anyone. I'm just trying to gain some perspective while you are publicly making a fool of yourself. Your words are hungrily devoured and dissected by the masses, you seem to revel in the chaos and controversy. At the moment your identity is pure speculation, but have you thought about the consequences if anyone was able to prove your identity? Not just for you, but for all of us? Have you lost your mind? How can you be so selfish? You have become a self obsessed megalomaniac. I know what I get out of writing my blogs - but what do you get out of writing yours? Do you even bother to read the comments? Some of those comments break my heart. These aren't just nameless, faceless strangers, these are real people with real lives and real feelings. These are the people that allowed us to bring our music into their lives. These are the people that we see on tour, the people that wait outside for hours in the cold and rain just to meet us, the people that write us letters and make us scrapbooks, the people who care enough to bake us cookies and brownies, the people that send us birthday cards and bizarre, crazy ass gifts, the people that have given us their love and support, the people that cheer us on, the people that made us. Why are you so hellbent on destroying not only yourself, but everyone who loves you? You wanna see how far down I can sink? Your mom called last night - and I lied to her. After everything she has done for us, I lied to her. How do you think that made me feel? Do you even care?

this last post, for me, solidifies the identities behind each blog. it is so clear through the details in this post. to me, it seems like frank was hurting so bad, and in such a vulnerable place, that he completely let his guard down and made this post.

the mcr lyric included "You wanna see how far down I can sink?" is undoubtedly mind-boggling and speaks volumes to how carelessly obvious frank was (maybe intentionally?) willing to be

there's so much to unpack in this post and i honestly can't even begin to wrap my head around it. i would love to hear anyone's opinion!

later in the post, it seems clear that he is referencing the iam-mayonaise blog and gerard's seemingly wreckless posting. but mostly, i think he was lashing out due to pain of betrayal after losing the closest person to him and someone he deeply loves not once, but twice.

again, it's hard to believe how obvious he was being here, but i really think it was a result of the pain/suffering he felt

if you scroll back up to the first screenshot of this post, you can circle back around to when he removed his entire profile after making this final post, eventually rebranding to "iamthemodernprometheus"

the its-mayonaise account makes this post on september 30, seemingly as a response. the title could apply to frank, who as we all know, was gerard's best friend and right-hand man. the rest of this post can be interpreted in many different ways, so you can make whatever you want out of it:

however, the last paragraph does give me pause... i would love to see/create a full analysis of this post, but i'm trying to stick to facts here so you can form your own judgement

after gerard's wedding and mcr's month long break, they play two shows in mexico (oct 4 & 7, 2007) and then the hoboken show takes place, where frank yells "lie to me" during i'm not okay and seems very low energy and unlike himself

i believe things gradually improved between them after this point, but i'm not sure if their connection was ever completely the same.

conclusion/my opinion

coupled with all of the other available evidence about gerard/frank's tumultuous friendship/relationship/situationship, i think this information strongly alludes to the idea that at the very least, frank had some very intense feelings for gerard that were not fully reciprocated. i would love to hear what anyone else's opinion is on this topic, because it definitely isn't discussed often

i think it's completely heartbreaking (especially with everything else we know) but i do think their incredible connection is a massive contributing factor to mcr's legacy

if you notice any inconsistencies in this post or have any questions, please send me a message! i want to keep this as consistent, comprehensible, and well-sourced as i can!

lastly please follow me if you liked this! i spent months researching and compiling sources for this post and i would so appreciate it <3

#frerard #my chemical romance #mcr #gerard way #frank iero #frerard theory #ss/mayo #ss mayo #shitsubou-shita #its-mayonaise #mcr history

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lokideservesahug · 8 months ago

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Always that good?

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Warnings: Swearing some French but I didn't use translate so it's probably all wrong. One mention of 'the deed' but it's brief. Brief mentions of drinking/being tipsy. I'm sorry if you have a pizza/garlic bread allergy😔

Notes: Its white fast paced and I'm not as happy with this peice as I have been wit others but here we go... 1/4 SMAU 3/4 writing so sorry if that's not your thing. Also I don't think I wrote this with anything gender specific but pls tell me if it isn't gender neutral!

Summary: You've been best friends with Arthur for over a year now... so why does his brother look so good?

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For a man who supposedly strictly sticks to his diet, Charles was all to eager to get his hands on the greasy concoctions you brought with you. He also didn't seem to dislike spending the evening as just the two of you. Neither did you but part of that was because the garlic bread was to die for.

As the night progressed, the Monagasque brought some beers from the Arthur's fridge. Despite you chastising him for stealing from his brother, Charles said that his brother wouldn't care and the beers could always be replaced. So, the two of you began to drink some beer along with your dinner. At some point along the way, the television was turned on but you weren't paying attention to it at all. All you could focus on was Charles. The way his eyelashes fluttered to a close as he took another sip; the way his addams apple bobbed slightly at the same time.

If you could get away with it, you would would stare into his eyes forever. They were captivating. The same man you were admiring then begins to break the silence by starting up conversation.

"This is very nice pizza. Where is it from?" "The pizza parlour just down the road, they've only just stared allowing people to take meals to go though." You see him nod in understanding at your words.

Before you can find yourself staring at him any longer and risking making it wierd, you turn your attention towards the television. As the programme changes, you find yourself gasping. You can almost feel the man next to you giving you a curious look but as the title to your favourite television show comes on screen, he laughs in understanding.

This pulls your attention back to him and you ask "What?" He doesn't even miss a beat before he replies "Nothing. You're just endearing" he finishes the remark with a smile. You can feel your cheeks heat as you respond "Sorry. It's my favourite show" this pulls a laugh out of him. "No need to apologise chérie and like I said, it's sweet."

This causes you to look down. You turn and face the television but continue to speak to the man next to you. You occasionally turn to him whilst speaking. "It's been a very long time since I've seen this. Arthur pays for different channels to me and with everything these days, the rights shows are always swapping between people and channels."

You didn't catch Charles' smile drop but you did notice his slightly deflated sounding tone "I'm surprised you dont live with him then." This causes you to pause. I mean yeah Arthur's your best friend but that doesn't mean you should live together- especially not with your difference in music tastes. You'd probably strangle him for listening to the same, boring, simple songs for hours on end before you could even finish the first week of living together.

"Hm? Why would I do that" Your enquiry causes his brows to furrow and he asks "Oh. Are you not at that stage in your relationship yet." Relationship? What does he-? Oh no...Oh no... Oh no.

You simultaneously visibly deflate and start laughing after his words sink in. Charles, who clearly finds it nowhere near as funny asks "What. Why are you laughing?"

"You- you" Unable to finish your sentence without it ending in a fit of cackles, you laughing some more, take some deep breaths and clarify the source of your amusement. "Charles, Arthur and I aren't dating. You know that right?" His lips form an 'O' and he looks down almost embarrassed as he shakes his head.

"But I've heard you saying that you ahd a thing for a Lecle-" He stops and grins as you both come to the realisation of what he's saying. Now it's your turn to look down in embarrassment and his to start laughing.

"Shut up." Your words clearly hold no weight and when you find him looking at you, eyes gleaming. You find yourself falling for him even more.

"So Chérie...you have a thing for Leclercs?" His eyebrows wiggle and when you both split into bursts of laughter, you could tell have dreamed of a better way to spend your evening.

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advisorykitty · 2 months ago

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Hi, sorry to bother you, but I couldn’t find anything saying you weren’t accepting requests 😅, and I wanted to know if you could write another story of Nyen x reader with a golden retriever (or if you prefer, you can change the anime/breed). How did they meet? Or how was the reader "adopted"? Like, one day Luther saw the reader around and decided to take her home, and then show their reaction to seeing the reader and how they adapted to the presence of a dog.

(Sorry for the inconvenience! If you aren’t accepting requests or don’t like it, you can just ignore it ;w;", and ignore my English, it’s not my first language)

It's okay and yes my asks are open! (I should probably specify in bio ^_^) Anyway I hope you enjoy this!.

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Luther strolled through the woods, his hair softly swaying in the evening breeze as he scanned the quiet trees around him. He often came out here for the sake of clearing his mind,and to have a nice little walk but something was different.

He breathed in the coolness, his senses heightened to every sound, and through the rustling of leaves and crickets' chirping, he heard it: excited panting and the unmistakable sound of footsteps crashing through the underbrush.

Before Luther could even react, a blur of gold and white (change this if you want)bolted from the bushes, right into him. Stumbling back, Luther regained composure in a heartbeat, blinking down at the overexcited creature before him.

"Hi! Hi! Oh my gosh, are you okay?" it said, in this high-pitched voice full of unfiltered joy. It was a person, it turned out-wearing a make-do hoodie with floppy dog ears stitched in, their tail-a real one(or not)wagging furiously behind them. Their hair was gold in the fading light, and big expressive eyes were locked on Luther like he was some sort of long-lost friend. (Change this if its too oc for you but its golden retriever reader soo!)

Luther blinked, eyes taking in the scene with humor. "Oh, mein Gott," he muttered, lips tugging up in a smile. "And who might you be?"

The golden retriever-like person straightened immediately, his tail wagging even more furiously if possible. "I'm. uh, well, I don't really have a name, but I think 'Pup' works! I'm just out here running, and wow, you smell interesting!" They leaned in, snuffling at Luther curiously before stepping back with a wide grin. "Oh! And I found you! Hi!" (Pup isn't an oc I just thought saying Y/N would be wierd)

Luther chuckled, a liquid warmth ebbing into him as his eyes danced lightly on the stranger, pure radiance of joy. Rarely did he meet one so. open. About this spirit, something just absolutely piqued his interest; he could not help but feel some strange connection forming between the two.

"Hey, Pup, would you like to come home with me?" he said in an even, playful tone. "I have a warm spot, food. and a couple of friends that would just love to meet you."

The face of the golden retriever person lit up, eyes wide with excitement. "Oh my gosh! Really? You'd take me home?! I've been out here for so long, and I really love new friends!" They bounced on the balls of their feet, their tail wagging so hard it was a wonder they didn't take off like a helicopter.

Luther's smile widened. "Ja, come. I think you'll fit right in."

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Back at the House

Luther opened the door and let Pup bolt in, past him, in sheer excitement. Glow-eyed, they stared at the vast space. "Whoa! This place is huge!" they exclaimed, spinning around and gazing at every little detail-the elegant furniture, the long hallways, the quirky yet homely atmosphere of the house. Wrinkling their nose, they sniffed the air, very pleased with this all.

Nyon was the first to notice the new arrival. The Russian catman had been sitting quietly in the living room, reading one of his favorite Dostoevsky novels. At the sound of the unfamiliar voice, his ears perked up, and his eyes peeked over the edge of the book. His usually calm, sleepy expression turned into one of mild confusion as he watched Pup bounce around the room, sniffing everything in sight.

"Wha. this?" Nyon mumbled in his terrible English, looking around to Luther for an explanation.

"Ah, Nyon, this is our new friend here," Luther said as he laid a hand on Pup's shoulder as they examined the cushions of the couch. "I found them in the woods and decided to bring them home. Isn't that right, mein kleiner Hund?"

Pup nodded enthusiastically, their tail wagging once more as they grinned up at Nyon. "Hi! I'm Pup! Whoa, you look awesome! Is it alright if I sit with you?"

Nyon blinked, utterly at a loss as to how to process the quantity of joy coming off this weird, dog-like individual. "Uh. Ok?" he replied awkwardly, scooting over on the couch to allow room.

Pup immediately flopped down next to Nyon, his head coming to rest on the other's shoulder in such a way that tensed up the catman's shoulders immediately. They snuggled closer, wagging their tail as they smiled upwards at him. "You smell nice! Like books and. is that pickled vegetables?"

Nyon's face turned a slight shade of pink, as he was not used to such displays of affection, and he buried his face into his book, hiding it from view. "Da. I like pickles," he stuttered, plainly flummoxed by this over-affectionate new housemate.

While this had been going on, Nyen had been watching from the sidelines, his keen eyes furrowed as he tried to figure out the reason behind the house suddenly smelling like a wet dog. He entered into the living room, and his irritation multiplied when he saw Pup practically draped over Nyon.

"What in the hell is that?" Nyen snarled, crossing his arms as his tail lashed behind him. He looked at Pup like they were the most annoying thing to ever exist.

Pup's ears perked up as they looked over at Nyen; their eyes sparkled with joy. "Hi! You must be Nyen! Luther told me about you! Wow, you're even cooler in person!" They leapt off the couch and ran over to him, eyes wide with admiration.

Nyen pulled back, his tail going taut as Pup leaned in far too close for comfort. "Back off, mutt," he hissed, taking a step backward. "I don't like clingy things."

Pup's head cocked to one side, and he looked for one instant totally perplexed. Then his face brightened in a dazzling smile. "Oh, you're playing hard to get, huh? I get it! We're going to be best friends in no time!" He reached out and tried to hug him, but Nyen swatted their hand away with a look of pure irritation.

"Stop touching me!" Nyen snapped, low and dangerous. "And get out of my space!

Pup didn't seem to faze one whit. If anything, they only seemed to grow more resolute. "You're funny! I like you already!" they said once more as they wagged their tail and tried to scooch closer.

Nyen let out a low growl, his claws flexing as he glared at Luther. "Sir, why did you bring them. Here?"

Luther just shrugged, that amused smile still firmly in place. "I found them, and I like them. They're staying."

Pup just about glowed at the words, eyes shining with adoration as he bounded over to Luther. "Luther, you're the best! I promise I'll be a good pet!"

Luther chuckled, ruffling his head. "Ja, ja, I know you will."

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Later That Evening

Having overcome the disastrous first day, Pup had promptly made themselves at home. They had latched onto both Nyon and Nyen, though Nyen was quite displeased by this fact. The catman found himself continuously avoiding Pup's attempts to cuddle or play, while Nyon simply tolerated it with quiet patience.(Sebastian and Randal are having their own fun)

But far and away, Pup's favorite was Luther. Every time he walks in a room, that tail would start to wag so hard it is a miracle they didn't knock something over. They trailed after him around the house, his faithful shadow, helping with whatever needed to be done, even when they had absolutely no clue what they were doing.

And despite the chaos Pup brought along in their wake, Luther could not help but be taken in by their unrelenting energy and affection. It was not often that he let people get this close to him, but something about Pup made it feel. right.

As for Nyon and Nyen, well, they were still getting used to their new housemate. Time would take them to be able to accept Pup fully, but one thing was for sure: life in this house just got ten times more chaotic.

The twitch of Pup's nose told something else when an unfamiliar smell entered, somewhat like the mix between Nyen and Nyon.Curiosity was piqued, and Pup's tail had started to wag in slow motion as they followed the trail down the hall until they came upon one that was slightly ajar.

Pup peered inside. The room was simple, nothing too fancy, but what immediately caught their eye was the top bunk bed: huge, draped in dark sheets, with a small stack of pillows-looking both cozy and intimidating at once.

Pup's eyes gleamed brightly. "Gosh, that bed looks comfortable!" they whispered to themself. And without further ado, they trotted inside, bouncing onto the bed. They rolled around and their tail wagged as they nuzzled into the pillows.

"Ahhh, so soft!" Pup muttered and snuggled into the center, pulling one of the pillows closer to them. In minutes, they were already dozing off, relaxed and content in the bed that was totally foreign to them.

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Nyon, meanwhile, was making his way back toward the room. His feet padded softly on the cool floor of the hall as he hummed some old Russian song or other.

As he came closer to the room, he noticed the door was a little open. In an instant, he became guarded. He never left the door open. Slowly, Nyon opened the door more widely, his cat-like eyes scanning the room. His gaze ended on the bed, or rather, the lump in the middle of it.

"What is this?" He muttered, blurring in confusion.

There lay Pup, spread eagled in the middle of Nyen's bed. They were snoring softly, their tail draped lazily over the edge of the bed, twitching as they slept. Nyon stared for a second, unsure whether to be alarmed or amused.

"Pup?" he whispered, inching closer. He reached out and gently shook their shoulder. "You in wrong bed."

Pup stirred, blinking their eyes open sleepily. When they saw Nyon, their face lit up in a drowsy grin. "Nyon! This bed is amazing! You guys have the best room!"

Nyon sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Nyens bed. not yours. You need. to move before Nyen comes.*"

But Pup only stretched, rolling over and pulling a blanket over themselves. "Nah, it's fine. He won't mind! We're friends, right?" They gave him a sleepy smile before nuzzling themselves back into the pillows, clearly having no intention of moving.

Nyon frowned, his ears flicking nervously as he glanced at the door. "Not sure. about that."

But before Nyon had managed to coax Pup into moving, a low growl emanated from the hallway. His ears flattened as he turned his head toward the sound, and there, standing in the doorway, was Nyen. His eyes were narrowed dangerously, his arms crossed over his chest, and his tail lashed behind him like a whip.

"What. Are. You. Doing. In. My. Bed?" Nyen's voice was low, rumble of a growl, every word spoken with barely contained rage.

Pup, still blissfully oblivious to the danger they were in, sat up a little, grinning. "Oh, hey Nyen! Your bed is awesome! So comfy. Wanna join?"

Nyen's left eye twitched. His claws flexed at his sides as he stepped into the room, the air growing colder with his presence. "Get. Out. Of. My. Bed."

Pup, utterly missing the warning signs, burst out laughing. "Aww, c'mon! We can share! There's loads of room!"

Nyen's patience snapped. "OUT!

He snarled and launched himself forward; finally cluing in this wasn't a game, Pup yelped and scrambled out of the bed. "Okay, okay! Jeez, you don't have to yell!" They jumped up, barely avoiding Nyen's grasp as they ran toward the door, still grinning while running.

"This is fun!" Pup called back, his tail wagging even faster as he bolted down the hall, Nyen hot on his heels.

Nyon watched the chaos unfold from the safe inside the room. "Idiot." he muttered shaking his head as he turned to close the door behind them. "They not know what they got into."

Pup ran down the hallways, their laughter echoing as they glanced over their shoulder at Nyen, who chased them with murder in his eyes. For them, it was just another fun game of tag; for Nyen, it wasn't even close to that. His claws were out, and he wasn't holding back.

Pup rounded a corner and skidded on the turn, running even harder. "Gosh, Nyen sure is speedy!" they thought as excitement raced through them. The golden retriever in them started to take over, and instead of slowing down, their running quickened as their heart pounded with adrenaline.

The two tore across the house, then crashed into something solid. Pup yelped and tumbled to the ground in a heap. They blinked up to find themselves staring into the surprised face of Nyon, who was quite clearly minding his own affairs up until Pup charged headfirst into him.

Wait wasn't he in his room 5 minutes ago??

"Pup!" Nyon cried out, staggering back from the impact. "What you—

Pup, excited and spry, scrambled to their feet and planted a sloppy lick on Nyon's cheek without thinking. "Sorry, Nyon! Can't stop, Nyen's right behind me!" they exclaimed, darting off again and leaving Nyon standing where he was, utterly perplexed and somewhat grossed out.

"Why. they lick me?" he muttered to himself, wiping his cheek.

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Pup giggled as they continued to run around the Ivory Household, Nyen not giving up and still chasing them down-full of determination in a single-minded fashion. Every now and then, Pup would glance back and shout, "Come on, Nyen! You're so slow!" not realizing how close they were getting to being caught.

They finally stopped in the living room, huffing and puffing as if they had been running forever, but still grinning from ear to ear. They turned around, their hands upon their knees, catching breath while awaiting Nyen.

"That was so much fun!" Pup exclaimed as Nyen came into view, still glaring daggers their way. "You're really fast, Nyen! We should do that more often!"

Nyen on the other hand, looked anything but amused. His chest heaved with anger, eyes ablaze with fury as he stalked in their direction. "This isn't a game, you idiot!"

Pup blinked, finally realizing that Nyen might not have been playing after all. "Uh. Wait. you weren't.?"

He grabbed them by the collar with his claws barely grazing skin before they could even get their sentence out. "Get out of my sight before I really lose my temper."

Pup's ears folded into their head as they watched Nyen's angry face. "Oh. Uh. right. Got it!" They scrambled out of his grasp and towards the door, looking only once over their shoulder to give a sheepish grin.

Muttering as they went, "Maybe next time I should ask before jumping into someone's bed."

Luther had been standing in the hall, quietly viewing the whole scene, and he chuckled to himself now as Pup vanished around the bend. "Ah, mein pets," he said, his voice low, shaking his head. "Always so lively."

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It was one of those days in the Ivory Household, with sunlight pouring through the windows, and Pup bursting with energy, as always. After the near disaster with Nyen, they decided to leave him alone for a while. That did not mean the ideas ran dry, though. With a brilliant grin and a spring in every step, they trotted down the hallway, their tail wagging in excitement.

Their next target? Nyon.

They hadn't spent a lot of time with him since they had arrived, and Pup thought it would be fun to try. After all, he seemed far softer and quieter in comparison with Nyen, and maybe—just perhaps—they could coax him into a game or two. Besides, just how hard could it be to get a catman to play?

Pup found Nyon seated in one of the smaller rooms, perched by the window with a book in his hands. His ears flicked every so often as he turned a page, calm and peaceful surrounding him, precisely what Pup was about to cut up.

Pup burst into the room as they always did, their tail in furious waggle. "Nyon! Hey Nyon!" they called cheerily, bounding over to him. "Wanna play?

Nyon blinked slowly, his eyes lifting from his book to land on the over-excited dog-person standing in front of him. He stared for a moment, his brain processing Pup's words as his tail flicked lazily behind him. "Play?" he repeated, the thick accent making the word almost foreign.

"Yeah!" Pup nodded, undeterred by this. "Like tag, or fetch, or. I don't know! Whatever cats like to do!"

Nyon stared at them blankly, clearly confused. "Cats.?" He cocked his head, looking Pup up and down as if they were some sort of creature he'd never seen before. Which, in a way, was probably true. "I am. reading." He held up the book, as if that explained everything.

Pup's tail wagged even faster. "We could read later! Let's do something fun first!" They bounced their weight on the soles of their feet as their eyes shone with excitement. "Come on, it'll be fun!

Nyon exhaled loudly, as if he wasn't used to people having this much energy. He looked at his book longingly before he closed it with a soft thud and put it on the windowsill. "Fun. you say?" He sounded so unsure, the very concept of fun something he hadn't considered in a long time.

Pup nodded vigorously, grinning from ear to ear. "Yeah! Y'know, fun! Running around and playing games-c'mon, I'll show ya!" They didn't give Nyon time to answer but crossed the space between them and tugged him up to his feet.

Nyon's eyes widened in surprise, his tail puffing out slightly at the sudden contact. "Wait-what. what you doing?" He stumbled after Pup, feet dragging as they pulled him from the room into the hallway.

"We gonna play tag!" Pup announced, dragging Nyon along. "I'm 'it' and you gotta run! If I catch you, you're 'it'!"

Nyon's eyes went wide. "Run?

"Yeah, run! Like this!" Pup let go of Nyon's hand and darted full speed down the hallway, their laughter echoing in the house. They whipped around a corner, glanced over their shoulder to find out if Nyon was behind them.

Nyon only stood there, utterly astounded at what was happening. His ears twitched while he watched Pup run off, and for a moment, he considered returning to his book. But then there was something about Pup's irrepressible energy that tugged him along, and with a resigned sigh, he began walking after them-slowly at first.

When Pup realized Nyon wasn't exactly running, they spun around and jogged back toward him, a playful expression on their face. "Come on, Nyon! You gotta try harder than that!"

Nyon's eyes narrowed slightly. "I. do not run."

Pup grinned, tail wagging. "Not yet, you don't! But we'll change that. Ready? Tag, you're it!" They reached out and tapped Nyon lightly on the arm before dashing off again, their laughter filling the halls.

He stood there a moment longer, staring down at his arm where Pup had touched him. He didn't budge, his eyes narrowing slightly in mild confusion. "It. what is it?" he muttered to himself.

Pup, now several feet down the hall, called back to him. "You're s'posed to chase me! Come on!

Nyon let out a low sigh. "Chase." His tail flicked behind him, a slow smile creeping onto his face. "Ah, now I see." He crouched slightly, his instincts finally kicking in.

Before Pup could even have a chance to do anything, Nyon leapt into action with incredible speed, moving with fluid grace. "You run. I chase." The accent rolled across the tongue as he closed the distance between himself and Pup, eyes glinting with mischief.

Pup's eyes went wide; their heart skipped a beat as suddenly, Nyon was a lot faster than they'd expected. "Whoa! You're fast!"

They took off at full speed, their paws a blur against the floor as they tried to outrun Nyon. But Nyon was determined, his movements fluid as he closed the distance between them. "You said. run, yes?" Nyon called out, his voice teasing.

Pup giggled, the thrill of the chase making their tail wag even faster. "Yeah, but I didn't think you'd actually catch me!"

Nyon's eyes flashed bright with humor. "I catch. now what?" He was only a few feet behind them now, claws gleaming in the light as he reached out toward them.

Just about the time Pup thought they were done for, they rounded another corner—and promptly crashed straight into Luther, who had appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

"Oof!" Pup yelped, bouncing off Luther's chest and stumbling backward. Nyon skidded to a stop just in time to avoid plowing into them both.

Luther, eternally unruffled, looked down at Pup with a bemused smile. "Ah, mein liebchen," he said, his voice warm and affectionate. "What trouble are you getting into now?"

Pup grinned up at him, panting slightly from the chase. "We're playing tag! Nyon's really fast!"

Luther chuckled, eyes twinkling with amusement, as he ruffled Pup's hair. "I see. And you, Nyon, you've been drawn into this game as well?

Nyon still got his breath back gave a slight shrug. "They said run. I ran." He looked at Pup, his eyes softening just a fraction. "It. was not bad."

Luther's smile widened as he regarded them. "Ah, how sweet. My little family bonding through games." Lightly he clapped his hands together with an expression bordering pure joy. "It does my heart good to see it."

Pup's tail wagged even harder as they looked up at Luther with shining eyes. "You should come along next time! It's such a lot of fun!"

Luther chuckled, shaking his head. "Perhaps another time, mein liebchen♡. For now, I have other matters to attend to." He gave them both a fond look before turning and disappearing back down the hall.

Pup watched him go before turning back to Nyon with a wide grin. "See? I told you it'd be fun!"

Nyon gave a small smile, his tail flicking behind him. "Yes. fun." He glanced into the hallway where Luther had disappeared, then back at Pup. "You. not so bad."

Pup's eyes lit up, their tail furiously wagging at the compliment. "Aw, thanks Nyon! You're pretty great too!"

Nyon gave a quiet chuckle and shook his head in amusement. "You. are strange."

Pup beamed at him, completely unbothered. "I get that a lot.

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wilwywaylan · 6 months ago

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Happy Barricade Day where our lovely characters have fun in the park and go to a protest that goes perfectly well before going to the park and laying in the grass and everything is perfect and...

I had that idea floating around since Feuilly's week last year, and this is as good a Barricade Day drawing as any :D I call it the "Because" drawing because of the pose they used during the song "Because" in the movie "Across The Universe".

That one took "only" 19 days to do, and I'm very, very proud of it !!!

Bahorel's awesome shirt comes from @crow-songs-at-dawn.

Happy Pride, everyone !

That one also has a text by @crow-songs-at-dawn that goes with it !

Nothing or no-one could resist Prouvaire's puppy eyes. This was a well-known fact among the Amis : when their resident dreamer wanted something really, really badly, he'd use his ultimate weapon. Even R knew to stop ranting about the bleakness of life and the futility of the cosmos when those heterochromatic eyes turned to him. So when Montparnasse felt the puppy eyes turn on him, he crossed his arms and shook his head.

No. It's not happening.

Please?

A picnic in a park with all your friends sounds like a special kind of hell. Will I have to sign a petition?

Three, at least.

Oh joy.

Must you be so dramatic? It's just for an afternoon, it'll change from your usual nightly hobbies, I know. Montparnasse rolled his eyes and :

I'm not sure I'd enjoy spending all that time having Enjolras look at me like a disapproving parent, or lecturing me about something or other that really doesn't need to be his problem.

I know he can be intense.

He likes the sound of his own voice. A bit like - whatshisname - Alphabet Boy. Prouvaire cocked his head and tried to hide a smile.

You're just being difficult on purpose. You like R and don't even try to deny it.

Not enough to share a martini with.

You don't share martinis with me, either.

You don't like martinis.

I like you when you've had a few, though…

Flirting won't get me to say yes to -

But Prouvaire didn't let Montparnasse say another word before pushing him down on the bed and kissing him. They were still undressed and it was a sunny summer morning, and kissing Montparnasse was always one of Prouvaire's favourite things to do. Usually because it got his grumpy night-owl boyfriend to mellow out and smile. Ah, there was the smile he was looking for, along with a crinkle in those dark eyes.

Me trash-talking your friends turns you on a little, does it?

Only because I know you're not really serious.

Is that a challenge? Alright then. Someone really should tell Pontmercy that the entire "starving student with a heart of gold" aesthetic wasn't cool even when it was.

No-one says "cool" anymore, 'Parnasse.

Of course they do. What they don't say anymore is anything on the lines of "fantastic" or "amazing", or whatever else Mothman seems to have read in Pride and Prejudice. Or those wierd interjections Joly seems to emit like some sort of human shaped infrawave.

Prouvaire couldn't help but smile and placed a kiss on Montparnasse's collarbone.

You're horrible.

Promise, I won't tell them you find me hilarious.

I'm dating a criminal, I like to live dangerously.

I applaud your bravery. But I'm still not spending the afternoon with them. Seeing so much sweetness makes my teeth ache.

Cosette and Marius are adorable, I know.

Still amazes me she'd choose him, she seemed to be the only sensible one of your group. I suppose appearences are decieveing, she chose Eponine as well, after all.

So did you at some point, if rumours are true. Did Montparnasse feel the tell-tale signs of a blush creeping up his neck? If he did, he ignored them and countered with a cocky grin.

The same rumours like those who say you and Muscle Man had a burning romance before he turned his sights to the resident squirrel?

Well, you've seen the muscles Bahorel has, you can understand the attraction.

Hmmm… I've seen more attractive since.

Now who's attempting flattery?

Prouvaire managed to slip out of bed and out of Montparnasse's arms. It was soon going to be time to leave if they were going to be on time for the picnic. Everyone would be bringing a dish and he'd spent a good chunk of the previous evening making rice salad and some special brownies. Enjolras would frown at the extra ingredient but even he would eat some because he was nowhere near as tight-laced as Montparnasse tended to think. Rummaging through his drawers while getting dressed he found something he'd forgotten he ever had and threw it towards the bed, smiling as the other young man caught the object. And then turned those pretty brown eyes towards him.

How are heart-shaped sunglasses supposed to make me change my mind?

They're not, I just think you'd look really really good in them. You'll be turning heads.

I do that already.

Sue me for wanting to show you off. There came an almost amused laugh. This was a very good sign - he could read Montparnasse like an open poetry book and they'd be on their way to Montsouris Park together. He just needed a little more time.

Come on, get up.

Jehan. I'm not coming.

Please? Don't you want to see how verbose R can get after a couple of space brownies?

Does the man ever shut up is the thing I'm more interested in.

Bossuet and him have been known to talk an entire night, I've been witness to a few of those conversations, and Musichetta has said so herself.

Why are all the women in this friend goup attracted to wierdos?

Says the one who dated Eponine.

Better dating 'Ponine than, I don't know, Pontmercy. I'd have died of boredom.

Oh, you'd have found a thousand ways to spice things up. So, will you be wearing black, or black to our little picnic?

I hate you so much.

Montparnasse finally relented and got out of the messy bed and started to dig through his clothes. Those damn puppy eyes had won again.

I swear if Gavroche says one single thing about these sunglasses, I'm gone.

You get riled up so easy by a ten year-old.

He's extremely annoying. Perhaps Feuilly can take him on his next boring museum trip and lose him there. Prouvaire came closer and grinned, playing with the heart-shaped sunglasses on Montparnasse's nose.

You're finding less and less reasons to rag on my friends, it's funny.

Some are less annoying than others.

You didn't find anything to say about Courfeyrac, I noticed.

He wears a bowtie.

The audacity~

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Happy Barricade Day, everyone :D

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callmelittlebuttercup · 7 months ago

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Peace Offerings Pt.5

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Chapter Summary: Reader and Joel meet brothers Sam and Henry in an unconventional way. Despite pushback from Joel, the four team up and make their way through the tunnels. Once the group makes it out, their faced with another obstacle: Kathleen. Joel and Reader are forced to pick each other back up when their travels with Sam and Henry come to a tragic end.

Series Warnings: Slow burn, 18+ Minors DNI, Age gap (Reader is 34, Joel is 56.) Sexual Themes, Violence, Injuries (depictions of blood, bruising, broken bones), Cursing, Grumpy!Joel, Minimal depictions of reader's appearance (hair color/length.)

Chapter Warnings: Canon typical suicide, suicidal ideation, claustrophobia, symptoms of a panic attack

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Part Five

My eyes shot open and the hair on my neck raised at the sound of glass crunching. I stayed still and eyed the figures approaching us. With the dull light coming in from the windows, I could just barely make out the figures of a taller man, and a small child. The figures got closer and closer, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I sat up and gripped my knife in my hand before calling out, “Don’t fucking move.” The man froze and put his hand up against the kid’s chest. My eyes shot to Joel. I was surprised to see that he hadn’t been woken up, then I realized he’d turned over onto his other side.

The two pulled guns out of their pockets. The taller boy was aiming at me and the small one was aiming at Joel. “Shit.” I whispered. “Your man dangerous?” The tall one asked, his voice shaking with anxiety. I looked at Joel. “Harmless.” I said, as I looked up to the young man. “I don’t fucking believe you.” He shook the gun in my face and I flinched, “Fuck. Wake him up and we can talk.” I shook my head, “I don’t think that’s such a good idea. Look, we have a little food and some clothing in our packs. That’s all. You can take it and get out of here unharmed. Best option in my opinion.” The man looked to the little boy, and moved his one hand, making out symbols. Sign language. He looked back at me, “We don’t want your things. We want to help you.”

I didn’t know what to do. His offer for help was confusing to me. How did he know we were in trouble? If anything it seemed like he needed help, especially having a little boy to take care of. There’s no telling how Joel would react to me accepting their help without his approval. Plus I was already teetering onto his bad side.

The man’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts, “C’mon lady!” I put my hands up and stood up very slowly. “He’s hard of hearing, can I get closer to him?” I asked. He nodded quickly and shifted his eyes to the sleeping figure. I cautiously walked over to him, and stood above him a safe distance away. “Joel.” I said. Nothing. “Joel!” I raised my voice and he shot up, first looking at me and then whipping his head around to comprehend the situation. “Eyes on me. You don’t have to worry about what to say. We don’t want to hurt you.” The young man demanded, “We wanna help you.” Joel’s eyes were wild, but he answered calmly, “Okay.” The boy shifted on his feet, “Um okay… so if I lower my gun, we didn’t hurt you. So you don’t hurt us. That’s how this works right?” Joel responded in the same tone, “That’s right.” Panic filled the boy’s voice, “That’s a wierd fuckin’ tone man..” I swallowed, “That’s just the way he sounds. He has an asshole voice. Joel, tell him he’s okay.” I breathed. Joel paused for a moment, keeping his intimidating stare planted on the man before saying in the same tone, “Everything is great.” I sighed angrily and reprimanded him for once, “Joel!” The man, still holding the gun to me shouted, “Fuck! Okay… listen, I’m gonna trust you.” And signed something to the little boy across from him. There was an exchange between them, and then he continued, “But if either of you guys try anything….. yeah?” I nodded, and he gestured to Joel who gave a small nod before asking, “Can I sit up?” The man nodded, “Yeah. Slow.” Joel raised his back off of the makeshift cot, and questioned again, “Who are you?” The man shifted on his feet again, still not lowering his gun. “My name is Henry. That’s my brother Sam. I’m the most wanted man in Kansas City.” Joel’s face dropped and so did my stomach, “Although right now, my guess is you’re running a close second.”

Once the negotiations simmered down, I offered the boys some food from my pack while ignoring the look Joel gave me. We sat around the lantern and ate quietly. “Where’d you get these?” Henry asked, referring to the sandwiches we’d split up and scarfed down. I waited for Joel to speak, but received nothing. “From a friend of his.” I answered. There was another moment of glum silence before Joel wrapped up the rest of his sandwich and leaned over to offer it to the little boy. My heart fluttered at the gesture. Maybe this would be okay. “He says thank you. I’m guessing you don’t have much so this means a lot.” Henry said after the boy signed something to him.

Now that there wasn’t a gun to my head, I told the boys my name and watched Henry sign it to Sam. We all looked at Joel who was absentmindedly chewing. I slapped his knee with the back of my hand and he jumped, his eyes shifting between me and the boys. “I’m Joel. Look, you ate. we didn’t kill each other. Let’s call this a win-win and move on.” I rolled my eyes and watched as Henry wrung his hands together. “Well, I’m betting… that y’all came up here to get a view of the city and plan a way out.”

Daylight came, shining through the ginormous windows of the conference room we’d moved to so Joel and Henry could draw out a plan. I sat with Sam and got to know him a little more by exchanging his little drawing pad he had wrapped around his neck back and forth. My heart melted from the kid’s sweet smile every time he wrote something and showed it to me, then waited for my response. As I interacted with Sam, I still tried to keep my ear in the two men’s conversation. I couldn’t make out much except for “tunnels” and “rats” which didn’t sound like much fun.

After a few more moments of giggling and talking to Sam, there was a light tap on my shoulder. I instinctively jumped and turned to see who it was. Joel was standing behind me with his arms crossed. He nodded his head towards the hallway before saying, “Come with me.” I wrote “Be right back!” on Sam’s notepad and handed it to him with a warm smile before standing up and following Joel into the hallway. He stopped a few feet away from the door, making sure we wouldn’t be heard. I stood there with my arms folded over my chest and shot him an expectant look. He cleared his throat before speaking, “The kid claims he knows his way through the tunnels under the city. Promises he can get us out with little to no risks.” I made a pfffft sound and repeated, “Little to no risks?” He nodded, and crossed his arms, “I know. Sounds like a load of bullshit. But he insists.” I stared at the floor, mulling through my thoughts. The sound of tunnels in a world like today’s did not sound enticing in the least bit. The thought actually made me feel lightheaded. “Do we have any other choice?” I asked. “I can’t think of a better plan.” he shrugged.

We packed up our things and began our journey. We snuck through a few buildings before coming to the entrance of the tunnels. Henry opened the door and started in, but I paused. My feet felt like they were glued to the ground and my legs had turned to static. I heard Joel say my name, but I just stared into the door and down the long, dark tunnel. A hand on my shoulder jolted me back to reality, and I turned to Joel. “You okay?” Joel whispered. I nodded and pried my feet off the floor to walk through the large metal door.

The tunnel was cold and had a strange, unsettling smell. Our footsteps and the sound of something I desperately hoped was water dripping echoed. I held my flashlight tight as I followed Henry through every twist and turn. Our group had been arranged into a very specific line. Henry first, Sam, me, and then Joel. My anxiety about being trapped in a tunnel was slightly relieved with the knowledge that he was behind me, but the place still started to feel suffocating after being down there long enough. I tried to steady my breathing, and dug my nails into my palms to stay alert. I must have slowed down my pace because I felt Joel’s hand pushing lightly into my back. “Come on, we’re almost there.” He whispered. His words grounded me, and I was able to keep myself together the rest of the way.

We emerged from the tunnels long after nightfall, and began to walk down a suburban street that was littered with abandoned cars. We stayed quiet and moved swiftly down the street, being sure to keep our bodies low enough to not be seen over the cars. Just as I thought we were making it through with ease, a bullet whizzed past my head. I threw myself to the ground and rolled to press my back up against a car. Joel was next to me, but Henry and Same had split over to another car across the way. I looked at Joel, his eyes were wide as he peaked over the hood to get a glimpse of where the bullets were coming from. He knelt back down to face me. “They’re coming from that house up there. I’m going to go try and take him out. You get Sam and Henry as far away from here as possible and I’ll find you.” He said as he grabbed his gun out of his backpack. My chest tightened at the thought of him leaving us, “Joel…” I said, fear tightening my throat. He looked up from his gun and saw my fear-stricken form. He leaned in and placed his hands on my arms, “Do you trust me?” His brown eyes searched my face for an answer. I closed my eyes, took a hefty breath, and nodded. He nodded and squeezed my arms before standing and sprinting off to sneak to the house.

After taking another deep breath, I stayed low to the ground and scrambled to meet Sam and Henry behind the car they were squatting behind. Henry looked confused, “Where’s Joel?” I pulled my gun out of my bag while answering, “He’s going to try to take out the sniper in the house. I’ll lead us out of here and he’ll meet us.” He nodded and took Sam’s hand. We scrambled from car to car, moving slowly, but still making progress. We took a longer pause behind a yellow car to catch our breaths when all of a sudden we heard the sound of an engine roaring down the street. Henry and I stared in horror at the giant tank motoring towards us. I shielded my eyes from the light as the vehicle approached. “We gotta move.” I yelled before sprinting through a line of cars. Sam and Henry were on my heels, but we were forced to drop down behind another car when the trucks barreled through the cars and a line of bullets sprayed down from the house. They weren’t aiming for us anymore which told me Joel had made it.

I didn’t have time to celebrate as a group of men with guns surrounded the three of us. I raised my hands above my head, and the boys did the same. “Henry!” A woman called out. I could only assume it was Kathleen. She appeared in front of the tank, her petite frame and soft features were even less intimidating than her voice was. “Remember me?” She asked condescendingly as she approached. I looked at Henry, trying to get a sense of their relationship, and from his panicked face, I concluded it was not good. “Please. I’ll surrender if you promise to leave them alone.” Henry breathed. Kathleen shrugged and trained her gun onto the little boy. What she said next made my skin crawl, “Well kids die, Henry. They die all the time. You think the world revolves around him? That he’s worth everything? Well this is what happens when you fuck with fate.” Her gaze traveled towards me, and I froze as her eyes met mine. “And you. I have someone who’s been wanting to see you.” She turned to the side to let a man walk in front of her. My chest tightened as I realized who it was. The man from the attack in the city stood there with his lip curled into a sickening grin. I shot back a menacing stare as I prepared myself to fight him yet again. “Do whatever you want to her. But him, he’s mine.” the woman demanded.The man nodded and began to walk towards me but stopped short as a huge rumbling sound filled the air. The group of people turned around and I strained my neck to catch a glimpse.

Horror numbed my body as I watched the ground crumble underneath the weight of the tank, causing a horde of clickers to come flooding out. Seeing opportunity, I grabbed Sam’s hand and began to sprint towards the house. Joel was attempting to shoot any infected that got close to us, but there were too many. We made it a few feet before the horde caught up to us and we were forced to hide under a car. I pulled in panicked breaths as I thought of our next move. Suddenly, Henry began to scream as he was pulled out. I grabbed onto his hand and tried to play tug of war with the clicker over him, but it was too strong, and pulled me out with him. I jumped to my feet and slammed my knife into the infected’s head. Henry shook its limp hands off of his leg. “You okay?” I asked him, scanning over for any bites or scratches. He shook his head and pulled his brother from under the truck. There was a lull in the waves of infected as they became preoccupied with destroying Kathleen’s people.

The boys and I were nearing the house when the woman called Henry’s name again. She was standing on the hill, just feet away from us, pointing her gun towards Henry. “It’s over Henry. Surrender now.” She called over the chaos ensuing around us. I saw her hand tighten around her gun. I was ready to push Henry out of the way, but was pleasantly surprised to see an infected little girl launch her small body onto Kathleen. I pushed Henry and yelled, “Go!” We sprinted to the side of the house, finally escaping the hell scape of the street. I began to do what I promised Joel, and ushered the boys further into the woods, but a familiar voice caused me to stop. It was Joel.

Relief washed over me as he came into view. His eyebrows were furrowed in concern. Sam threw his small body towards him and wrapped his arms around Joel’s waist. He looked at the boy, a pained expression on his face, but then reluctantly patted him on the back with one hand. I let a small smile spread across my face at the fondness Sam had developed for Joel in such a short time. I found myself having the urge to hug him too, but I quickly pushed that thought from my mind as Joel pushed ahead of us and began to lead us into the woods.

We came across a motel for the night which Joel and Henry cleared before letting Sam and I in. Henry was in the other room, tucking Sam into bed, and I sat in the living room on the couch next to Joel. I’d decided to change the bandage on my hand since I had a moment. I’d been too preoccupied to take proper care of it the past few days. “So who was up there?” I asked absentmindedly. “Some old guy. I tried to negotiate, but you know how that goes.” He said solemnly. I nodded, “Now you get why I like to take action.” I teased lightheartedly. He shook his head, the side of his lip twitching. I looked at him. He was exhausted. His eyes trained on the floor, and his dark hair ruffled atop his head. I studied the patchy beard that inhabited his strong jawline. I’d never noticed the small amount of gray sprinkled into it, showing his wisdom. I quickly shifted my eyes off of him when I noticed myself leaning towards his figure. What was I doing? This man wanted nothing to do with me, and here I was admiring his features. I sucked in a breath and stood up. His eyes followed me as I did so. “I’m going to get some sleep.” I mumbled while avoiding eye contact. “G’night.” He grunted. I nodded and walked over to the bed across the room, stretching my aching back before I laid down onto the soft, dusty mattress.

The next morning, Henry, Joel, and I sat in the main room of the motel, silently mulling last night’s situation around in our heads. We had tended to our wounds from the fights as we waited for Sam to wake up. “Alright, we said we’d let the kid sleep as long as he wanted but it’s been long enough.” Joel said impatiently. I looked at Henry who was elevating his leg. He’d twisted his ankle when he was running from the hoard. I stood up, “Ok if I get him?” Henry nodded. I turned and walked towards the door, opening it slowly. Sam was sitting up on the bed, staring vacantly out the window. “Oh, you’re up! Good morning silly goose.” I cooed. He turned towards me and immediately bared his teeth. My stomach dropped. He then jumped up and lunged towards me. I stumbled backwards as his body made impact with mine, and my panicked screams filled the air has I pushed to keep his mouth as far away from me as possible. Joel and Henry jumped up, Joel immediately pointing a gun at Sam, but Henry threatened him. “Then you better fuckin’ do something.” I heard Joel say. Sam continued to attempt to bite me but I kept pushing and kicking as panicked tears streamed down my face, “Sam please!” I begged. I knew he was gone, that he’d been taken over by the cordyceps, but some delusional part of me thought he might’ve been playing and would just snap out of it at any moment. “HENRY.” Joel screamed, and a shot rang out. Sam’s body flew off of mine from the impact of the bullet. I laid there, shaking, unwilling to look at the now lifeless child, and turned my head towards the two men. Henry still held the gun and had a vacant look in his eyes. He first pointed it at Joel, then me while repeating “What did I do?” He continued to aim the gun at me and I shakily raised my hands above my head. “Henry, get the gun off of her.” Joel pleaded in a calming voice, “Just put the gun down, you’ll be okay.” Henry stared for just a moment before turning the gun to his own head. “HENRY, NO!” Joel and I’s voices filled the air before the gun went off one last time.

I sat huddled on the floor with my arms wrapped around my knees, my eyes flitting between the two bodies. Joel stood with his chest heaving, eyes doing the same as mine. No matter how hard I tried to keep the sobs from escaping my throat, the grief was too powerful. I pressed my hand against my mouth as they came in between desperate heaves. Joel hesitated, but then came to kneel beside me. His hand hovered above my back, and then I felt the warmth of it press against me. I looked up at him, he held that same look of pity in his eyes.

I barely knew the man, but I knew that I trusted him. He ensured my safety an uncountable amount of times already. As I sat there on the floor in between the two, sweet, brave, and now dead boys, I needed a shoulder to cry on. Joel was there, though it was stiff and unmoving, it was warm and let me know I wasn’t alone. I sat up off of him and sniffled, “How did we not know he was infected? We should’ve checked.” His hand didn’t leave my back as he remained next to me, “Wouldn’t have changed his fate.” Joel grunted, “N’ Henry would’ve killed himself some other time.” I looked at him through teary eyes, “Why would he do that? In front of us?” I sobbed. Joel pressed his lips together and shifted his eyes to the floor, “Death is less painful than living after losing someone you love.”

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Author's note:

Thank you for reading!! I'm sorry you had to endure the Henry and Sam heartbreak again :(

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simplydannie · 9 months ago

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‘True Colors’ art by djpixelskitten

Events have occured before the Trolls find themselves in a giant warehouse owned by the Mistress. Unfortunately, they have given the twins to their old manager. Taking them back, she resumes to mental abuse and hsing them as her guinea pigs. After hearing the truth from Branch, that Velvet and Veneer were not the ones to take the Trolls, instant regret enters them. Now they go search for their new friends… in hopes they can find them alive and well.

The Trolls made their way through the air vents of the facility…. it was huge.

Room upon room they looked, but their was no sign of them….Their was no sign of the twins.

“We got to find them fast. Who knows what Mistress is doing to them…or did.” Floyd said. The Trolls made the mistake of allowing that witch to take them away… They promised the twins theyd be there for them, they would never abandon them…and what did they do? Hand them over to someone who was abusive to them from the beginning.

Episode after episode, the wins grew worse and worse. The Trolls didn’t know how they could help Velvet and Veneer. The Trolls grow hopeless in finding a cure to this Troll poison. They grew fearful as more and more Trolls began disappearing. They blamed the twins for it… especially when Branch disappeared…So they allowed the Mistress, their old manager, to take them away because she said she knew how to help them. After finding Branch and a handful of Trolls, that’s when they all realized they made a mistake…Now here they were…desperately trying to find them.

“You think JD and Clay are having any luck?” Branch asked.

“Who knows. This place is huge! They could be anywhere….” Poppy began to say.

“Over here!” Viva cried out. The rest of them made their way to where Viva was looking….There they were, tied back to back on some sort of chair. The little Trolls scanned the room making sure it was clear. The opened the vent and made their way down to the two giant Rageouns.

“Velvet! Veneer! Oh thank heavens you’re alright! We’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Poppy chimed at them….no answer. Sounds were heard from the vent opposite them; more Trolls came out: John Dory and Clay.

“You found them! Come on! Let’s get them freed up and out of here.” John Dory said. He and Clay made their way to the door, listening for anything or anyone that might come in. Branch was the only one who stood silent, staring up at the twins….something didn’t look right.

“Vels, Ven! Come on guys! I’m so sorry I let that monster take you away…..again.” Floyd said as he desperately tried to undo the knots that binded them together….still no answer.

“…Floyd…” Branch said as he got a closer look at the twins.

“Poppy! Viva! Help me undo these knots!” Floyd said. Between the three of them, they desperately pulled and pulled.

“…Guys…” Branch began to say again.

“Branch help them out!” Clay called out.

“Guys!” Branch cried louder…all the Trolls stopped and looked at him. “…I think….We’re…..we’re too late…” Everyone turned to look.

Velvet and Veneer sat there….expressionless. Their eyes half opened, staring off at nothing….The color in their eyes having almost faded to nothing, dark circles looming underneath…Their skin looking paler than it was.

“Velvet…” Floyd said looking at the girl….nothing….He inched closer to Veneer. “Ven?” The boy didn’t turn to look at him at all…it’s as if he wasn’t event here. Floyd looked at Branch. “No…no we can’t be too late..”

“The poison…this can’t be because of the poison can it?” Poppy asked. What did she do to them? The Trolls looked around for clues, all there was in the room were some of the twins belongings on the desk nearby….The Trolls noticed vents near the floor, these vents were different than the ones they came in from…a wierd essence came from them.

“…She….she used more essence on them…She poisoned them even more.” Branch said with a horrified expression.

“Thats why she tied them up. To keep them from hurting themselves or each other as they went crazy...the episodes….Oh my gosh…that’s…that’s…” Viva covered her mouth as small tears went down her face.

“She practically tortured them…” Branch said. Now the twins sat their, practically zombies.

“No…No, I refuse to believe they’re gone. Velvet! Veneer! Come on we have to go!” Floyd cried out…..nothing…just silent breathing and far off expressions.

“…Velvet… You left your favorite cashmier sweater back at Gristles castle…Well, we kind of stained it..” Poppy said…Nothing…She looked at everyone else…they had to have them come back somehow.

“Come on kid…come on.” Branch heard John Dory say. Floyd pointed towards something on the desk.

“The locket! Get the locket!” He told the Trolls. Grapsing it, they flung themselves on Veneer’s lap…they opened the locket… Inside was a photo of the twins, and their parents.

“Remember this. You told me about this day…It was your guys 8th birthday. They took you guys camping. You said it was the best day ever.” Floyd said as he pointed at the picture. They tried putting it towards Veneer’s line of view, but he didn’t budge, he didn’t move. They moved over towards Velvet. “You told me that you made fun of Veneer that day cause he fell into the stream, little fishes getting into his pants. Remember? Come on you have to remember!” Floyd screamed out.

There was no reaction from either one of them…The poison continued to consume their mind…they were gone…there would be nothing left of them…Branch stayed at the desk as the rest of them tried to continue to get the twins back; anything they could bring up that would spark their interest. He looked at the twins belongs on the desk….He saw Veneer’s notebook. During their stay with them in both Bergentown and Vacay Island, Veneer carried a notebook with him. He always had his nose in it…Branch never bothered to ask him about it..

“Would you like to see what I did?” Veneer would ask.

“No.” Branch would tell him giving him the cold shoulder. Opening the book, Branch saw what the kid would do….he would draw…and he was pretty good. Pictures of his time with the Trolls, sketches of Bruce and the kids, Bridget and Gristle, his sister….Branch. He’s so cool, was written in Veneer’s hand writing next to a drawing of Branch. I have the coolest dad, another note next to a picture of Floyd playing a tiny guitat. Goals, Veneer wrote by a drawing he did of Poppy and Branch. A weird feeling began tearing at Branches heart…

“…I’m sorry….” Branch mumbled at first. He turned to face the twins…towards Veneer. “I’m so sorry….For everything….I didn’t listen either one of you…Especially you Veneer…” It was as if Branch was talking to stone as the twins continued to sit their motionless. “You both just wanted another shot at family…redemption in life…we could’ve given you that…but we didnt…..I’m sorry.”

They continued to stare at the twins, hoping for signs of life…something. Tears began forming in Floyds eyes.

“They’re gone….they’re really gone…I….I failed them.” He said.

“We all did Floyd….I have never failed anything as queen before…But this…I screwed up big time.” Poppy fell to her knees hugging herself. Viva went to embrace her sister. Everything seemed familair to Branch at this moment…this took him back…back when they were captured, about to be eaten by the Bergens that one night…before Bridget allowed them to escape. The hopelessness, the sadness, it all felt the same. Something in him began to wonder that maybe there could be one chance to bring them back…maybe, just maybe…. He began to sing…

The rest of the Trolls looked up at him. At first they were confused, but then they saw him looking directly at Velvet and Veneer as he sang…. One by one, they all began to sing their heart out, hoping that Velvet and Veneer were in there somewhere…listening…. they had to be….but as they continued to sing, there was no reaction from the twins. There was a moment of silence. Branch tilted his head down in defeat….until….he heard something…the voice was barely audible, but it was there…It was Veneers…it sounded like he sang a few verses of the song…The Trolls looked at each other, ears perked up. Branch sang again…..

….And again he heard Veneers voice….then Velvets…barely audible…but it was there. Branch hopped off the table and got closer to the twins…he sang louder and louder…right now he didn’t care if anyone outside would hear…he was determined to bring them back. The louder the Trolls sang, the more audible the twins became….they did it, they had found their voice.

In the blink of an eye the twins snapped. Color came back to their eyes, the dark circles gone. They blinked in confusion looking around the room. Veneer was the first to see the Trolls.

“….Guys what..…Branch!” He called out as he saw the small Troll amongst everyone else. The last Veneer remembered, Branch had been kidnapped.

“Hey, bud.” Branch said softly with a smile on his face, a small tear streaming down. Poppy walked over to hold his hand.

“What the…Why am I tied to chair with Veneer? To close for comfort! Get him off!” Velvet began to wiggle around causing a comotion…Yep, she was back. Together they undid the knots, freeing themselve. The Trolls were overfilled with excitement. Branch, Poppy, Viva, Floyd, Clay, and John Dory flung themselves on the twins, their force causing them to fall over. They held them as close as their tiny arms can in a warm embrace. Veneer happily held the little Trolls close…Velvet was a little less affectionate, but she smiled.

“We’re sorry! We’re so, so sorry! We should not have let you go!” Poppy exclaimed to both.

“Why did you?” Velvet asked.

“…We were afraid. You guys were getting worse…we let our fear win. We’re so sorry.” Viva exclaimed.

“Same. I walked out on family…and I let it happen again.” JD said.

“Me too…There’s just no excuse. We promised to take care of you.” Clay added.

“…I have no excuse…I promised your parents I’d take care of you…I failed them…twice….I let you get taken and abused by the same person…I’m sorry.” Floyd looked between both Velvet and Veneer. Veneer gave him a soft smile.

“I guess you can call it even then?” Veneer responded.

“No..No. Don’t ever think like that okay. We’re never letting you two again.” Floyd responded.

“Well that’s depressing.” Velvet replied earning an elbow from Veneer, but they all knew that was her way of being affectionate…of being thankful.

“And I’m sorry too…for being so cold and mean. I just couldn’t get over what you guys did to Floyd…but I shouldve been more open…I’m sorry…Especially to you Veneer.” Branch couldn’t help it, he squished Veneers cheeks together. “You’re art…is amazing by the way.” He said.

“Thanf youz…” Veneer said through squished cheeks.

“Okay, okay. Loving the bromance!! But we still have missing Trolls to find.” Poppy exclaimed.

“Right. You guys in?” Branch turned to Velvet and Veneer.

“Always. From here on out.” Veneer replied. Velvet shrugged and nodded in agreement.

“Why not.”

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atnialljanto · 8 months ago

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Ianto's personality is so complicated that we're being suprised over and over in the show, audios and comics or books and still we don't know him at all.

In the comic SHROUDED he's sooo complex i'm amazed(very good writing by gdl)

He saw gwen and jack after he came back from doctor in the cellar (that jack finds out gwen is going to marry rhys) then he sleeps with some time traveller woman but still he loves jack anyways(it sounds a bit wierd but when you read that comic you know he did it for what reason)

In the end i'm just saying ianto jones is so in love with jack that NOTHING, NOTHING can make him feel less about him.in the conterary he does things that make him not being an idiot or blind for loving jack.

He knows everything...but still he does love him.

No one, NO ONE DESERVES IANTO

He's more than anything we see or hear in the audios and comics and show and i love this character alot.

Gareth david-lloyd is my fave writer he's such an icon.

#torchwood #ianto jones #gareth david lloyd #doctor who #jack x ianto #janto #jack harkness

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 1 year ago

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Halloween prompts year 2 day 30

Danny became aware suddenly, the memory of his mothers parting shot as he fled fresh in his mind. He panicked, thrashing around in what felt like a thick liquid when his hand hit what felt like a wall of glass.

A tube? Was Danny floating in a freaking vat somewhere? He didn't remember anything after being shot down by his mom but he knew if he was in a lab somewhere he needed to escape!

In moments he was on the ground surrounded by wierd fluid and shattered glass. He ripped the oxygen mask off his face and threw it away from him as a violent shiver wracked his body.

Looking up he was surprised. He was expecting the bright shiney metal of his parents lab, or the white of the GIW lab, heck, even the wierd purple thing Vlad sometimes had going on would have made sense. As much as he would have hated to have been saved by the fruitloop, it would have been a familiar fight.

The devil you know and all that.

But no, this lab was all dull blacks, dark grays and inky shadows. The tubes around him bathing the atmosphere in a soft green glow that barely illuminated anything.

Great. Wonderful. Just what he needed. More people making more problems for him.

Danny picked himself up off the ground, shuttering again and was surprised to realize he didn't have any clothes on.

Danny decided that whoever had kidnapped him was going to get acquainted the Anti-creep stick. Luckly there was a closet nearby with what looked like a superhero costume in it. Okay. Hes dealt with weirder situations.

He put most of the suit on, leaving behind the cape, mask and chest straps. Danny had to admit he liked the red and black look. The gold was a nice touch...too...

Oh no. Where these supervillian clothes?! Red and black are totally Saturday morning cartoon villian colors! His mind started whirling, somthing that it doesn't usually do as he made his way over to the darkened computer almost by instinct.

Then he looked up.

There wasn't a lot of light in this place, but there was enough to see his reflection in the blackness of the computer monitor. One problem.

That wasn't his face.

He was as this strangers face twisted into confusion and horror. Was he overshadowing somebody? No. No...he was...Tim Drake? He watched as his reflection furrowed his brows.

No. He was Danny Fenton, son of Jack and Maddie Fenton. Local mad scientists.

But...he was Tim Drake, son of Jack and Janet Drake. Archeologists.

A distressed sound left his throat as he slid to the floor, two entire lifetimes flashing before his eyes as he tried to figure out what was real. He tried using his powers but nothing happened. That should have answered everything, right?

But that wouldn't explain how he had shattered the entirety of the thick glass of his tube prison. The glass had been completely shattered and landed in a circle around the tubes base in a way no punch could have done, no matter how powerful. Does he have powers that are simply unavailable right now or is there another explanation?

Either way he should probably wear a mask so people don't ask why Tim Drake is dressed as Red Robin, huh?

Oh god. Red Robin.

He woke up in a cloning pod in one of Red Robins secret labs! He remembered Jack, Maddie, other Jack, and Janet's treatment of him. He recalled each and every dismissive comment, every empty promise. Every time the bleachers were empty at his vollyball games. Every time he was left home alone for an "important" dig. Every time his parents ran off because a ghost might be nearby. Every time Tim would throw everything to the wayside to focus on a case. Every time Tim would throw away his own health and well being for a goal. Every time...

Danny straightened up and pulled himself off the floor before he started typing away at the computer and planning his next moves.

Regardless of what was happening, if he was Danny overshadowing a clone or if his life as Fenton was just a dream from a pod, he knew one thing for sure.

He did not need another neglectful parent.

Aka Danny runs around Gotham avoiding the bats, the press, the rogues, the petty criminals, the mob, and the police. He fails of course and manages to somehow make enemies out of everyone all while having a massive identity crisis and searching for a new home far far away from here before Tim Drake figures out who he really is...

#halloween prompts #dpxdc #prompts #tim drake #danny fenton #identity crisis #you choose whats real ;)#fanfiction prompts #danny phantom #red robin #yum #red robin dc #tim just got done dirty like that huh #are there other clones in the pods or are they empty? maybe...something else is inside them? or someone?#danny might be deaged if you want #danny is so stressed he wants to cry #he thinks about getting adopted by someone. he wants ma and pa kent but that would lead to tim1 knowing where he is #and he never wants to see Tim 1. Ever. hes been let down by to many adults in his life and is convinced Tim 1 wouldnt be any different

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