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bluekat12345 · 2 years ago

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Oldest Child Cody: Cody's Career

For the longest time, I have had no idea what exactly Cody would be doing for Rescue work in this AU, since I wanted him to do more than just be the Communications Officer like his canon counterpart, I wanted him to do something that was more in the field. After much thought, I finally figured it out:

Following his father's footsteps, Cody would ultimately be a police officer in this AU. At least start out as one.

As the oldest and the most dutiful child of the Burns family, people expect that he would become a cop like his father. So naturally, Cody would do so to live up to those expectations.

Ultimately, Cody becomes a cop not because he really wants to, but because he knows others want him to. He never really allowed himself to explore other options.

Charlie suspects this and has tried to encourage Cody to pursue whatever he wants to, even if it isn't rescue work. But Cody, the stubborn perfectionist that he is, choices to join the Police force.

He might not be particular passionate about the job, but he does the job and does it well, anything less than perfect would not be accepted by him.

So, by the time the series starts, Cody would be a cop alongside his father, and many suspect he'll become chief in the future.

Deputy Barney is still here. However, many would wonder why Chief doesn't make the more competent and productive Cody deputy instead. Even Barney questions this.

Chief Burns would claim it's to avoid nepotism, but it's actually because he doesn't think Cody can handle that responsibility since he's already pushing himself to extremes to present himself as perfect. He doesn't think Cody's mental health can handle any more pressure.

While he doesn't say this to Cody, Cody sort of knows his dad's true reasons, and he's actually happy not to have the responsibility on top of his other responsibilities. For the sake of appearances, he claims he agrees with his father wanting to avoid favoritism and even encourages Deputy Barney.

So, for the most part Cody would be out in the field while Chief works command center.

But sometimes Cody would work communications. Charlie would claim that as Chief, he needs to be out in the field sometimes too, but it's mostly to try and give Cody a break of having to please the crowd and not having him shadow his younger siblings as much.

Not very effective, but points for trying, Charlie.

Cody wouldn't really like working communications. Looking at the cameras and being able to instruct his siblings are okay, but he wants to be in the field, by his siblings' sides so he can try to keep them from getting hurt.

After the bots come into the picture, while he doesn't say being a cop wasn't what he wanted to be, I think they might not notice that outside work, Cody doesn't have the same feelings Charlie does about being a cop.

I don't think Chase, who switches between having Chief and Cody as his partners, would notice, he probably would simply see it as Cody trying to be professional about his job.

Chase would be aware of Cody's true feelings about having to perfect, he never would really suspect that Cody would ever have issues with being a cop, and by extension, working with him.

When confronted about if Cody even wants to be a cop, he will say being a cop is what he's meant to be. Chase would take it as Cody is happy with being a cop, but the others would suspect that's not it.

However, Cody doesn't remain a cop forever.

After finally admitting to his family how miserable he truly is with being perfect and after they start helping him let go of that mindset, one of the first things he would do is resign from the police force.

When asked about it, he would say that he wants to take the time to explore other lines of rescue work, since his dad and Deputy Barney are already great at being cops. While that is true, it would also be a bit of a break so he can focus on his mental health.

So, he would work communications more while Chief permanently takes the field work. And Cody doesn't dislike working communications, since he can still help the team and not have to be out in the crowd where so many people will watch him and cause him to relapse to that unhealthy mindset.

Most of the family would be supportive of this decision, but Chase would be confused and upset, not really understanding why Cody would quit being a cop.

Chase would also be upset that Cody won't be his official partner anymore, since he really did enjoy Cody's company as much as he does Chief Burn's.

But eventually, Cody would talk to Chase and explain why he even became a cop in the first place: That he felt pressured to, not because he genuinely wanted to.

But Cody would assure Chase that he enjoyed the time he spent being Chase's partner and assure him that he will always see Chase as his family member and friend.

Chase might not entirely understand why Cody doesn't like being a cop, but he respects his decision and supports Cody on figuring out what he truly wants to do with himself.

After researching other fields and having the time to figure himself out, Cody would discover EMT training and would pursue that. He already has some basic medical training from his cop days, so he figures it wouldn't hurt to do more with it.

And he would thrive in this field, even more than he did as a cop. He gives it his best and his actually passionate about this kind of work.

By the time season 4 starts, Cody officially transitions from cop to Emergency Medical Technician, and this is a field he is genuinely happy to be in, the work he genuinely wants to do.

He might not have a bot partner of his own in this field, but that's perfectly fine with him.

I can also see him working communications sometimes too, but is always ready to get out there when needed.

But I can also see him occasional filling in for his Dad when his dad is unable to do some of his cop duties. It gives him the chance to work with Chase again.

I am very proud of this. It finally answers one of the toughest things I had to think about for this AU! Hope you liked reading this as much as I did writing this! Feel free to ask questions!

#Oldest Child Cody #Transformers #Transformers AU #Rescue Bots #Rescue Bots AU #Transformers Rescue Bots

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cassguardia · 2 years ago

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Task 11: Intro & Connections

Name: Cassandra Guardia Age: 27 Gender: Cis woman (she/her) Occupation: Ex-cop and shadowy minion Sexuality: Lesbian Birthplace: Unknown Redwood Hollow Residency: Lifelong resident

FULL BIO | MUSINGS | HEADCANONS | ALL MUSES

TL;DR BIO:

Up until the age of 4, Cass was raised by a woman named Esther Gothel, who abandoned her at a bus stop while kidnapping Rachel Crowne.

She was found by a Redwood Hollow Police Officer named Richard Guardia, who ended up adopting her.

The entire experience was extremely traumatic, to the point where she repressed her memories and spent her childhood acting out. It didn’t help that Richard hid all evidence of Esther and never spoke about it.

Due to her misbehavior, Cass was sent to boarding school. Determined to show her father her worth, she followed in his footsteps to become an officer.

Her prickly attitude and bad behavior made it so that she spent years in the RHPD training program, never being promoted to a full officer.

During her training, she was assigned to the Rachel Crowne kidnapping case. The two became best friends, with Cass developing rather intense feelings.

After some triggering events, Cass began to unlock her repressed memories, mostly through dreams. When asking her father about it, he shut her down, making her have to take matters into her own hands.

Given a tip by a mysterious “C.B.”, she broke into the RHPD files and found her own case file, revealing the truth of her origins. When the precinct found out about this, she was promptly fired.

She approached C.B. who revealed (some) of his plans, and offered her an unknown potion. After taking it, she was in a coma for two weeks, where she unlocked further memories of her true identity.

Cass now works for C.B. and his crew, doing whatever is asked of her. She’s paid well and lives in the Neverland Hotel until she can find a new living situation.

PERSONALITY:

Easily frustrated, eternally annoyed, and ever the grump, Cass does not tend to get along with people. There are a few rays of sunshine who have managed to worm their way into her cold, dead heart but her default mode is grumpy and snapping.

At one point in her life, Cass genuinely wanted to help people. There’s a part of her that still does. But she’s been embittered by recent events. Still, if someone is in danger, she will jump in without a thought.

She has a secret, softer nerdy side to her, with a passion for medieval times and all that comes with it--archery, fencing, falconry, and needlework.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

Enemies: Lbr, you’re more likely to be an enemy than a friend. Whether your character is nice or a hardass, it’s likely Cass will start a fight for no reason.

Ex-girlfriends: Cass has a history of relationships that don’t work out. Maybe they just flirted, maybe hooked up, maybe even dated. But they’re certainly exes now, and most likely bitter ones at that.

Locals: Cass grew up in Redwood Hollow most of her life. Although she did not go to school in town, she did spend her summers at home. It’s likely she’d know other people who grew up here, especially around her age.

Nerds: Cass’s secret is that she’s really into medieval history and renaissance faires. Looking to connect with fellow nerds who may have caught her in the act.

Rachel: Have you interacted with Rachel Crowne? Cass probably wants to have a word with you.

Flirtationship: Cass probably won’t flirt with you, but it is really easy to get her flustered by flirting with her (women only)

Thank you, next: Maybe your male character has supremely bad gaydar and tries to hit on her.

Zoo pals: Cass frequents the zoo because she has a parasocial relationship with an owl. Run into her there.

Smoke break: Cass has a habit of vaping and smoking, and can be found in areas where she can do that peacefully.

WANTED PLOTS:

Criminal Comeuppance : Cass used to be part of the police department and even though she was a trainee, she was also a hardass. Maybe she gave your character a hard time for one reason or another, but now she’s been fired and the shoe is on the other foot. Time for gloating.

Roommates: Cass needs somewhere to live that isn’t a hotel. Although she’s being paid well, it’s probably not well enough to live entirely on her own. If your character needs a roommate (and a grumpy one at that), she will at least always pay rent on time.

Angsting Bar Buddies: Bordering on alcoholism, Cass has been spending a lot of her free nights at bars. She is the perfect person to have a bitching session with, so feel free to get drunk and pour your angst on her. Maybe you’ll even get some in return.

Main Plot Shenanigans: If you want to get your character involved in the main plot of C.B. and regaining memories of your former life--first, you need to message the main. But after you get Gemma permission, immediately come to me for Cass plotting!

TAKEN CONNECTIONS:

Friends: Rachel Crowne @adropofgoldenrachelx, Freddie Slothmore @flash-hundredyarddash

Enemies: Toulouse Beaumont @beaumont-ague, Flynn Rider @flynnxrider, Oz Borror @ozborror-highroller, Remy Reinhardt @remy-reinhardt, Colt Phillips @colt-phillips

Complicated Ex: Honeymaren Nattura @honeymxren

Ex-coworkers: Woodward Pride @woodwardpride, Nick Wilde @n-ickywilde, Buzz Lightyear @rangerbuzzlightyear

Shadowy coworkers: Myra Lemures @magnificentmyra, Mirage @imattractedtopower

OTHER:

Would love to have a Maximilian, hot on the trail of Cass and C.B. figuring out the town’s mysteries

Would love to see other Tangled: The Series characters, such as Varian or Zhan Tiri

#happiestplacetask #happiestplacetask11 #abandonment tw #about

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jesseelmassalamy · 11 months ago

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"I can understand that." Sometimes being left to one's own thoughts and devices could lead to self-destruction. Jesse was a statistic of that. Evidence. Proof. At nearly three years of sobriety he still struggled with intrusive thoughts. Mostly it was due to the guilt and past that haunted him. "As a cop I had learned just how important silences were. Most people, if you remain quiet will be like you and try to fill them. That was often where and how we would catch people slipping up."

Silence was not only golden, it was power.

"Eventually you'll have to learn how to counter those thoughts. Whether its music, counter thoughts, or a person— if you want to be here then you have to step up and fight that battle." The words were only spoken as someone who'd been there and unfortunately more than once since Jesse had given up a couple of times.

Once more the Boston native nodded and surveyed Atlas, looking for answers of what was going on under the surface of the rare man taller than himself. Clearly the construction worker was troubled, he just didn't know how much or by what. While he didn't need to know the other's business to help him, it would certainly help Jesse navigate and find a way through the turmoil. Because that was the only resolve; there was no more going around the problem.

That was how bottles ended up empty and into the veins of bodies that weren't meant for that poison.

"Then you have to face it." It wasn't meant to be said so point blank, there was just no other way. "I was like you and I'm mostly still there, working through these things I've done and what had happened, but avoidance only makes things worse in the long run. Whatever it is, you have to start meeting it head on." Easier said than done, perhaps Jesse could be proof that it works. It wasn't a fast turnaround but he was no longer trying to drink himself into a grave.

Before the barista answered, he sipped his coffee and watched Atlas. As a former cop he couldn't stop the habits of reading people, every little action and expression. It was how he knew things and surprised people by what he had picked up.

"I wouldn't say we had a bad relationship. We didn't really know each other, something I realized only when looking back," Jesse confessed. There were no qualms in opening up to Atlas for whatever reason. Maybe because they were connected in recovery. Though, it could've been something more and unspoken, a kinship forged in hardship. "My father worked all the time. He was a very well known and all important attorney in Boston, so he was never home, then he went on to become a judge. Our conversations and interactions were mostly based on making sure I followed in his footsteps."

Which, when the barista hadn't, had been the first fracture between himself and his family. He'd become the letdown, the disappointment, because for whatever reason falling in love and being a policeman was nothing noble.

The recovering alcoholic glanced up to where he'd discerned the bottles were and then nodded at Atlas's hesitance. "Its okay if you're not ready. Cold turkey isn't for everyone, and if a tapering off is more your speed that's fine." There was a bob in his throat and Jesse eased the collar of his shirt off his neck momentarily.

Thirst never truly went away, he'd sat there and listened to twenty-year clean and sober chip awardees speak of how badly they wanted a drop sometimes. And, well, Jesse was only human.

Thankfully, he'd gotten good at shoving those wants down.

"If I were her I probably wouldn't believe you either," he said, amusement colored his features. It was an attempt to make things a little lighter. "I have to admit, the whole thing has me intrigued, not just because of the itch of being a former cop." The woman with the missing sister had come in a time or two and had explained as best she could and his instincts had told him that something darker was at play.

The wrong person had been crossed and the missing would likely remain that way.

At being called a good man something in him recoiled and ocean eyes darkened as they locked with earthy tones of the other man's. "You only say that because you don't know what I've done." There was a reason he was ladened with guilt. There was a reason he'd exiled himself from his family and hometown. "I have a lot to make up for, and sometimes I fear the penance will be never ending." It was difficult when no light could be seen at the end of the tunnel.

People like Atlas made the days a bit easier, but the barista wasn't sure if that would be enough in the end.

There were Aysel and Zuri breaking down the walls around his heart, he just wasn't confident neither would run once they saw what was in his chest.

The barista's hand reached for Atlas's and held onto the firm grip. "I know. You've been there for me anytime I've texted." He wanted to assure that he hadn't nor would he ever forget that. "No matter what," he echoed, meaning that the construction worker was within his rights to consider it all the same.

Then Jesse sucked in a breath and slowly nodded his head before adding, "chosen family rarely is." / @atlaswilliams

Humor was his first line of defense. He'd toss out a joke to mask the emotion raging within. Sometimes, it worked favorably, while others, it backfired beyond fix. The cool delivery from the other male offered a blanket of comfort and understanding.

Silence was okay. Silence was normal. Silence was... sometimes inevitable.

"That's my problem. I tend to fill the silence with bullshit," he countered, a hint of a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. When in doubt, he'd ramble on and on until someone on the other side silenced him. "I'm not so good with my own thoughts."

He was his own worst enemy. When left to his own devices, negativity spread into his bones like a wildfire and consumed him from the inside out. If derailed his own life, if he made the active decision to ruin things... no one else could do that for him.

The quiet drumming against the ceramic mug was a nervous habit. There was no beat in particular he tapped, but the low thud of every drop of his finger brought him comfort. That, and the occasional hold of Jesse's oceanic gaze.

Atlas couldn't look into those calming waves of blue as the barista spoke. Instead, his focus dropped to the floor in front of the stove. He'd sat there, curled up and broken from a mistake that hadn't even been his own. The drumming against the mug ceased and his chest tightened at the memory. One major screw up that could have changed everything... that would have changed everything had strings not been pulled in his favor.

"I want to forget too. I don't want to be stuck on this loop, you know? It doesn't really help anyway." It often made him sick to the point of the bathroom floor being the only place he could find an ounce of reprieve. The cool tiled floor wasn't meant to be a safe haven.

Helpful or not, it hadn't stopped him from reaching the bottle. He lowered his mug to the marble countertop of the island, the coffee within all but drained. His palms rested flat against the cool surface, his heart hammered from the emotional high and the caffeine he'd sucked down.

Was he like James? The stand-in father that had kept a safe distance his whole life? It seemed unlikely. "Did you and your old man get along?" It wasn't an intentional push for information, but the untamed curiosity within him had gotten the best of him. "I'm sorry. You don't have to answer that."

There was no expectation of anger from the man who'd only shown him a gentle handed approach. Unlike his mother's quick-to-temper responses, Jesse had shown him nothing but kindness, even in unplanned times.

Behind an oak door were half empty bottles and unbroken seals on others. "I want to say yes, but I don't know." He could dump every bottle within, but if the temptation hit him like a brick, he knew where the liquor store was and having free roam to the shelves seemed far more dangerous than the collection he'd built in his own home.

The construction worker nodded slowly, his jaw aching from the pressure of grinding teeth. He was innocent, even if she didn't believe it. "She showed up here all pissed off and accusatory. I get it, you know? I don't have to be a genius to know how it looks to her, but she wouldn't believe a goddamn word I said." And why would she buy into any of it? He'd pushed back and let his own temper get the best of him.

A tragic example of being ill-tempered like his mother.

Life had given him a chance to do right by his family forged by impulsive decisions. If he'd stayed in Colorado, if he'd talked out his emotions rather than burying them in a bartender... things could have been different, but they weren't and against every odd, it had made him a better man. "You're right. About everything." His mother had held far too much control over him for years, even when he claimed indifference, her opinion still mattered.

"You're a good man, Jesse." It was an understatement, but he'd never been more confident in another statement. The barista, despite his own darkness, was one of the best people he'd ever had the pleasure of knowing. "And you don't have to be the one who apologizes for my family's stuff. I appreciate it."

Another apology danced on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed it down and nodded in acknowledgement. "You aren't along either. I'm always just a text or a call away. No matter what," he assured with a outstretched hand towards the other. He had a half mind to round the island, to wrap the other in a tight, two armed hug, but a formal shake seemed like the safer play. "Family doesn't have to be a bad thing." As far as he was concerned, Jesse felt more like family than his own flesh and blood.

@jesseelmassalamy

#04 › atlas williams.#alcoholism tw #murder tw #missing persons tw #shut up #i'm not fucking crying #YOU are

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dc41896 · 4 years ago

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Pairing: “Me” from Playing it CoolxBlack Reader

⚠️: Bit of angst, childbirth (nothing gruesome/explicit), fluff

“You really are an idiot,” Scott states soon after opening the door to see his tired looking friend.

“I see you’ve talked with Y/N.”

“Yea I called her when you didn’t answer your phone since I had an idea I wanted to run by you. She answered crying and told me everything. Seriously man what is wrong with you?”

“Right now? I’m tired and have a headache,” he sighs sitting down on the couch letting his head fall back as the days prior events replay in his head.

“What do you mean you’re not coming?!,” you shout crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“I didn’t say I wasn’t coming to the hospital with you, I just don’t know about being in the actual hospital room.”

Just a few minutes ago, you and your boyfriend returned home from dinner with friends where an innocent question about if you were ready to see your bundle of joy turned into your current argument.

“And when were you gonna tell me this? When I went into labor and you drop me off to the room before turning back saying ‘bye babe! Call me when everything’s over’?!”

“Listen I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

“It’s not only that you didn’t tell me before saying it in front of my friends,” you interrupt waddling towards the walk in closet to undress for bed. “It’s the fact that you’re voluntarily choosing to not be there for the birth of your first and, at this rate, only child and- ow!”

“You okay?,” he asks rushing to the closet, watching as you slowly take deep breaths with eyes squeezed shut rubbing under your swollen belly. At 37 weeks, the big day could happen at any moment now and it seemed like your Braxton Hicks were becoming more frequent as well.

“I’m fine, just cramps again.”

“You sure?”

“Yes I’m sure,” you sigh pulling one of his shirts over your head. “Trust me the minute that moment comes I’ll tell you so you can steer clear.”

“Babe cmon it’s not- Ugh! God please don’t bring that thing out.”

Referring to the C-shaped pregnancy pillow in your arms, he mentally groaned while you slowly lied down to get comfortable. He knew it greatly helped you sleep during those particularly tough nights where you just couldn’t seem to find your sweet spot of the bed, but he still hated how it took his job from him. He was the one that was supposed to give you cuddles and comfort, not that thing.

He swore sometimes that if it had a nice face, the right equipment, and could cook it’d probably be his replacement.

“Might as well get used to comforting myself since someone isn’t gonna be there to do it,” you counter glaring at him as you aggressively hit the pillow a few times before turning your back to him.

“Babe,” he sighs with hands on his hips waiting for your response. “C’mon I know you’re not asleep that fast.” Still stuck with the site of your back, a smirk forms on his lips as he walks to his side of the bed.

“Fine, since you’re mad guess I’ll leave you be. Go wander the streets alone.”

Anytime he’d talk about going out by himself at night, you’d always immediately grow concerned telling him how he really shouldn’t go out so late and stay with you instead, followed by your infamous pout. It was his foolproof way of wiggling back in your good graces.

Yet tonight, nothing.

“Go out for a drive by myself out on roads where anything could happen...”

Silence. Now he was hurt himself.

“Woww so you really don’t want me here? Alright then.”

Hearing him collect his keys and footsteps eventually leave the room, going down the hall until the apartment door clicked shut behind him caused a lone tear to fall from your eye. You didn’t want him to leave, but it would’ve been a lie to say seeing his face didn’t make you see red right now.

“Do you know what’s going on in daddy’s head? Hm?,” you sniffle looking down at your abdomen, grazing your fingertips along the dark line hidden beneath your shirt.

“Why don’t you want to be in the room with her? You do realize you don’t have to see everything that’s gonna be happening down there right?”

“Yes I know Scott. Plus I’ve watched enough birthing videos that, whether I like it or not, I pretty much know what’s gonna be happening and when without even looking.”

“Then what is it?! What is so important that you’re choosing not to be there to support your girlfriend, the mother of your child, the woman you told me when you first saw her you knew you’d marry her-,”

“I don’t want to lose her okay!?”

“....and telling her you don’t want to be there..is supposed to keep her..?,” Scott asks genuinely confused, and slightly concerned, at his friend’s methods.

“No I don’t mean....”

He groans leaning forward with elbows on his knees, hiding his face in his palms trying to collect his thoughts.

“The first woman that I loved, who was supposed to love me back, left me with my grandpa who eventually passed away, leaving me again. I don’t want to, but I keep wondering what if it’s Y/N, the baby, or heaven forbid both of them next?” Wiping his tears with his sleeve, his red eyes meet the sympathetic ones of Scott moving to sit next to him. “And if all that were to happen in front of me in that hospital room-,”

“Hey don’t think about what could go wrong. Y/N and the baby will be fine, and when they’re ready, will come back home with you driving so unbearably slow that even old people will flip you off. Which will then make you mad and cuss them out and be part of the origin story of how my godchild will yell their first curse word at daycare.”

“You can see that far ahead huh?,” he chuckles as Scott claps him on the shoulder.

“Yep, just like I know you’re not gonna let the what if’s stop you from being one of, if not the very first, face your baby sees when they come in this world.”

He was right. He couldn’t let his head and fears get in the way of the most important day of his life. Well, aside from his own birth that is.

Before he could thank his friend for helping get everything off his chest, Scott’s phone loudly vibrating on the coffee table causes both men to worry seeing your name flash on the screen.

“Hey Y/N. Yea, he’s right-wait now?!” Automatically, both men jump up from the couch rushing to get their jackets and keys before nearly trampling each other trying to get out the door. “O..okay, yea we’re coming, don’t push anything out yet.”

“Scott hold on. I don’t know-,”

“Nope, no second thoughts. We’ve been over this, everything’s gonna go well and in a few minutes you’re gonna be holding both your babies,” he smiles putting his hands on his friend’s shoulders.

“Thanks, but I was gonna say I don’t know which hospital we’re going to,” he finishes.

“Ohh! Right, on it!”

———

It was as if everything was a blur as they sped through busy streets filled with those either trying to get to the hottest club or bar, or just trying to get home having already enjoyed their Saturday evening. Yet through the weaving in and out of lanes and hoping there were no cops near them, his heart never raced as fast as it was now standing outside your emergency room door.

“I can do this. Everything will be fine,” he thinks to himself as he takes a breath turning the cold, metal knob of the white door. He’s a bit taken aback seeing you in the bed in your hospital gown on all fours trying your best to be calm during your breathing exercises as your best friend rubs soothing circles on your back saying how amazing you’re doing.

“And you are?,” a nurse asks bringing everyone’s attention to him nervously stuffing his hands in the front pockets of his grey warm ups.

“I’m her boyfriend. A-and the father.”

“Oh, you’re here just in time. She’s pretty close to being fully dilated so if you want to go beside her you can. We’re just getting the last bit of supplies we’ll need.”

He couldn’t hear exactly what was said between you and Kylie, but from both of your expressions towards each other, he guessed it probably went something like:

“Mm, look who decided to show up.”

“Be nice. At least he did come.”

“He should’ve been here from the beginning though.”

“Here to let us know you’ll be waiting outside?,” Kylie quips standing tall to meet his eyes.

“Kylie..”

“No, I deserve that,” he states gripping the side rail of the bed. “I know I messed up, and if you don’t mind I’d like to speak with my girl in private please.”

Looking to you for confirmation, she waits for your small nod before collecting her jacket and purse.

“I’ll be in the waiting room if you need me,” she responds giving you a final comforting rub on your shoulder before leaving the two of you alone.

For a few minutes, the only sounds heard in the room is the beeps from your heart monitor along with your soft, deep breaths as you occasionally rock back, nearly sitting with your legs under you, then forth again resting your forehead on the lifted part of the bed that once held your back.

“Crazy how the position that got us here is what’s helping you,” he chuckles to himself before quickly stopping once meeting your very annoyed and unamused eyes.

“If you’re just here because I made a big deal about it you can leave. I’m fine.”

“No I promise I want to be here.” Sitting in the nearby recliner, he scoots closer to you lacing his fingers between yours while his other hand finds your cheek gently grazing his thumb across your dewy, warm skin.

“Look, I’m sorry about not coming to you first when I was thinking of not being in here with you. I’m sorry for even thinking about it in the first place.”

“Why did you think it though?,” you ask now lifting your head to be eye level with your boyfriend. “Were you afraid of passing out or getting sick? Because if so that’s okay, all you had to do was say-,”

“No, that’s not the reason.” At your concerned tone a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips leaning in to kiss your temple.

“I was afraid of something going wrong and losing one or both of you. I already lost my mom and grandpa, I just didn’t want either one of you to be next right there in front of me.”

Doing your best to sit on your legs, you shift your body in his direction taking his face in your palms. Both of you enjoying the feel of his soft scruff against your skin.

“Honey everything’s gonna be fine,” you smile wiping his couple tears away. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“Because you’ve been so positive and excited this whole time. I didn’t want to be the one to make you start worrying.”

“Although it may seem that way, I assure you I’ve been a nervous wreck pretty much this whole pregnancy,” you chuckle quickly wiping a stray tear from your own cheek.

“Nervous about what?”

“Everything. If the baby was okay in there if I didn’t feel them move, if I they’d like me, if I’d be a good mom. Even if you’d still love me with all my physical and emotional changes.”

“I assure you that you’re gonna be a great mom and our baby is gonna love you so much not only because of how amazing and wonderful you are, and will be to them, but also because I won’t let them even think about disliking you,” he smiles as you let out a small laugh while you both wipe away each other’s tears.

“Thank you.”

“And don’t worry about me still loving you. You got me wrapped around that finger of yours so tight it doesn’t make sense. Then don’t even get me started on how attracted I am with your gorgeous eyes. Adorable nose. Those lips that make me-,”

“Ah..AH!,” you shout grabbing your stomach with one hand and tightly gripping the railing with the other.

“What is it? Another contraction?”

“Yea a-and I think I feel the head coming out,” you reply with voice shaking trying to look to find out, but of course only being met with your giant belly. “T-then again I-I don’t know, but it feels like I have to poop. Wait, am I pooping on myself?!”

“Baby shh, relax okay? Breathe,” he instructs gently holding your chin so you’d do your breathing exercises with him as he moves your gown to peek for himself. “I don’t see anything, but I’m gonna call the nurse okay?”

“O..okay. Babe?”

“Yea?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” he smiles kissing your lips again still pressing the call button as if it was his job.

“And please don’t judge me if I do poop on myself,” you add making him laugh.

“I promise I won’t.”

———

“You got another smile for me, huh? C’mon I know you do,” he quietly coo’s in his baby voice gently rubbing the back of his index finger against his daughter’s delicate cheek. “There it is! Hi sweetheart.”

“No, no more smiles for him. He claimed you as a boy this whole time, I know you heard him.”

“Tell mommy don’t be jealous. You have a smile coming for her too don’t you Saylor?”

“You better,” you smile resting your head on his shoulder, looking down at your beautiful baby girl with slick dark hair peeking out from her little pink beanie. “I don’t appreciate being peed on as soon as we met.”

“Hey it wasn’t her fault. Being born was a wild experience, wasn’t it sweetie?”

“Imagine how mommy felt,” you giggle as he carefully places the bundle in your arms after kissing the top of her head. Sure enough, as soon as her grey eyes met yours it was as if she was hooked, staring at you and eventually curling her tiny lips into another heart melting smile.

“Yea, I had the same look on my face when I first saw her too,” he adds, cold nose touching your cheek making you grin and gently nudge his shoulder with yours.

“You’re such a dork,” you reply before pressing your soft lips on his.

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clean-bands-dirty-stories · 4 years ago

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Don’t Do That Again ~ S.R.

A/n: I really do be thriving off these requests.

Request: “Can I requests Spencer Reid x Male reader where Spencer saves you from a close call on the job from a man who murdered his family then tried to kill you (the first cop/fbi agent) in scene, but Spencer arrives and kills him before he can kill you. With the close call you both admit to the feelings you’ve both been having towards eachother for the past few years...which ends in smut 💖” by @kingreidx

Word Count: 3200+

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This case had been weirdly hard. It had seemed like a really open and shut case. A man had been the only survivor in an attempted murder case. Attempted only because the husband had been left alive. The rest of his family, unfortunately, had all been killed. It had been all about finding out how to prove that the man the father had described was to blame. It was only when Y/n, the new profiler who was on his first case, had been escorting Mr. Bryman (the father) home from questioning the finally found suspect that everything went wrong. The suspect who Mr. Bryman had been insistent on being the one to kill his family was a Mr. Kyle Lattnam, and it seemed odd since he had been quiet unless Mr. Bryman asked him if he had killed his family, then Kyle confirmed it. That was all they could get from him.

Spencer kept staring at Bryman like he was searching for something. He had been since about halfway through this case actually. That's what prompted Bryman to pull Y/n aside. "Can you escort me home?"

Y/n rose an eyebrow. "You're safe, sir, I can promise you. Now that we have-"

"Please?" Bryman insisted. "I know he's here but this is the first time I'm heading home since they were all killed and..." He took a deep breath in. Y/n would realize only later that it had been even and deep. There was no emotion in his eyes, only in the twisted curve of his mouth and the nervous fidget of his hands. "You've been so kind to me this whole case. Can I ask you this last favor?"

Y/n smiled softly, nodding. "I understand." He did, more than he'd like to talk about. Y/n had become an agent for a reason. "Of course I'll come with you. I'll escort you in my car if you wish, and then someone can take your car to you in the morning. Or you can drive and I'll follow after."

Bryman nodded. "I would like to drive my own car."

Grabbing his keys, Y/m smiled a little stronger. He moved to Derek. "I'm going to escort Mr. Bryman home for his first time returning since the incident. If anyone asks will you tell them that?" Derek nodded and they were gone.

When they got to what used to be the Bryman house, Y/n got out of his car. "See? Perfectly s-" He cut off as Bryman suddenly pulled a gun out of his car as he turned around. Y/n's eyes widened and he slowly raised his hands to show he was unarmed. "Mr. Bryman what-"

"Shut up," the man spit. "Give me your gun." Y/n swallowed before slowly reaching for his gun. Bryman moved closer. "If you try and shoot me, I will put a bullet between your eyes do you understand me?" Y/n silently nodded before taking the weapon off of his belt and holding it out to Bryman. The man took it and threw it in his car before closing the door. "Inside. Now."

"Ler-"

"NOW!" Y/n stepped backwards toward the house, his heart rate picking up a lot. He tried to remind himself to keep calm. He couldn't get out of this if he panicked. In this way the two men made it into the house. Bryman forced Y/n into the basement and forced him to sit in a chair before Bryman tied him up with a rope. Only then did the gun get put away. "Now, I'm going to get my van and we're going to go somewhere special, do you understand me?"

There was a second where Y/n swallowed, breathing carefully. "You killed them, didn't you Leroy?"

Leroy Bryman laughed out loud. "You know, I think they give you FBI agents too much credit. Your group genius was the only one who could see through me. I knew I shouldn't have told him about that day. Unlike you guys, he can see things. Things that I can't let anyone see.

"How did you get Kyle to confess?" Y/n asked slowly.

Bryman grinned. "You know, that's the first time you've not called me Mr. Bryman. Lost your respect for me have you? Well, they won't miss you for a few hours and before then you'll be long dead."

That did make Y/n lose his grip on his emotions just a little. This was up to him. He had to get himself out, before it was too late. "Why me?"

A long sigh sounded from Bryman. "Because that genius of yours found me out. I could tell- he really did see through me. Some of your people weren't totally sure but one confession and they were almost all convinced. All but that genius of yours. They're going to find me out. I know it. I've seen him during this whole case, and I could see it in his eyes today when he looked at me. He's on the brink of placing his finger on the dot. And if I go down... well, then he's coming with me."

"Then why kidnap me and not him?" Y/n asked. Not to say he wasn't glad. Reid had been through enough, and the thought alone that he could be here instead of Y/n was a terrible thought. But Y/n was still curious.

Just then a sick grin twisted his lips. "You don't know then." Y/n frowned in confusion. "You're probably one of the most important people to him. I don't know about how he is with his family, but he protects you more than anyone else on that team."

That sent Y/n right over the edge. "Everyone's protective of me. I'm new."

Bryman laughed again. "I feel bad for you, dying without being able to hear it from him. I do have some pity for you though. To return your kindness during this case, I'll tell you something. He had feelings for you. He looks at you like you're his whole world. Like you're made of gold. He looks at you like he's in love with you."

Y/n's heart stopped. His mouth opened but no sound came out. Bryman lowered a gun to his head and Y/n's mind went blank. His shoulders relaxed and he looked at Bryman with wide eyes. "Wait-"

Sirens. They both looked at the window that lead outside in surprise. "Huh," Bryman huffed. The muted blue and red flashing lights knocked Y/n out of his stupor. Unfortunately for Bryman, all he'd done were tie Y/n's wrists together behind his back. Which left him defenseless for the most part... except that Y/n could still stand. Going on first instinct, as Bryman looked back to set that gun off only an inch away from his face, Y/n shot to his feet. Bryman shot in surprise and between the kick back of the gun that Bryman hadn't prepared for in his surprise and the sudden change of where Y/n's face was, the bullet lodged in Y/n's shoulder instead of his forehead.

Y/n screamed, but had already succeeded. He had brought his knee up as he stood and now they were both on the ground. Bryman cupped his crotch for a second before reaching for the gun he'd dropped. The front door busted open in the distance and the sound of footsteps thundered above them. As Bryman wrapped his fingers around the gun, Y/n screamed again- this time much louder. As loud as he could go. As Bryman got to his knees and went to point the gun at Y/n again, the door leading to the basement caved in and the room was filled with FBI agents in seconds.

Y/n was bleeding from his shoulder shot but Bryman now had the gun trained at Y/n's face again. There was yelling, but it was Reid who finally got Bryman to lower the gun enough for him to be arrested. Unfortunately, it was all kind of distant to Y/n who was beginning to fade out from blood loss. He did recognize Reid untying him though and picking him up and carrying him outside to the medics. "Come on Y/n," he begged quietly. "Stay with me."

Long story short, Y/n was fine. Getting the bullet out had been a bitch and he'd needed a hot second to rest before they all flew back home, but the case was properly solved and everything was taken care of. Y/n was back to work just a week later after the whole incident, to everyone's worry.

Once again though, it was Reid who was the only one capable of talking sense into Y/n. He was the one who got them both another few days off to properly recuperate from the trauma of his very first mission going to south in such a way. Everyone was perfectly fine with letting him do it too. Y/n and Reid would take care of each other, and both of them needed that after what had happened with Bryman. Because, unlike Y/n and Reid, the entire team was just as aware of not only Reid's feelings for Y/n, but also Y/n's feelings for Reid.

It took an entire day of tension for Y/n to slip. Spencer was on the couch, but Y/n asked him to stay with him in bed because he was getting nightmares. He swore he'd never admit it to anyone else and Reid agreed to stay. The second day was full of even more tension. Between Reid playing doctor and the two of them waking up in bed together, it was hard to deny the chemistry. Y/n was suddenly acutely aware of every time Reid looked at him, or how Y/n's name sounded different when Reid said it. Different than when he said anyone else's name. Y/n noticed how touchy Reid was, even though he normally kept pretty physically distant from everyone. On the flip side, Y/n was also letting his guard down and becoming very affectionate and attentive. Clingy.

Day five, Reid was the one who slipped. They'd gotten into a habit of waking up next to each other and it seemed that Y/n was finally okay enough to actually get back to work. Reid was a genius profiler though and even if he had had his head stuck in the idea that Y/n would never like him back, it was becoming painfully obvious that Y/n's closeness wasn't just circumstantial. Y/n had started to touch Reid's hair a lot. That day when Y/n did it, Reid caught his hand.

"Sorry I didn't mean-" Reid pulled Y/n's hand so Y/n was closer. With his other hand he cupped Y/n's jaw. He pecked a quick kiss on Y/n's lips before pulling away and turning back to his book like nothing had happened. Y/n was left standing there, silent and reeling. "You kissed me."

"I did," Reid confirmed casually.

Y/n took a deep breath. "You like me."

"I do," Reid confirmed again.

"Do you know that I like you?"

Reid paused for a while. "I do." This one was more shy. Softer. He was less sure here, or perhaps just nervous.

Y/n smiled softly. He flattened his hand on Reid's thigh so he could lean down, swiveling his head to catch Reid's lips with his in a much more tender kiss. Reid tilted his head, the book closing softly. He lifted his free hand to softly touch the side of Y/n's face. They parted. "I'm not good at this," Reid whispered. "I mean, I don't do it often." Y/n stood up again and Reid put his book down, placing it off to the side.

"I've been secretly crushing on you for years, Spencer. That news makes me nothing but happy to hear."

Spencer chuckled, standing up himself. "I have been too, you know."

Y/n rose an eyebrow. "Bet I was yearning more."

His eyebrow quirked. "Oh yeah?" His arms looped around Y/n, pulling their bodies flushed together. Y/n's hands flattened against his chest on instinct. "And how are we to measure this?"

Thinking, Y/n bit his lip. "How about whoever kisses the other the best wins?" He was smirking. Spencer took a second then blinked. It was only then that Y/n realized the other man had been staring as Y/n had bit his lip in thought.

Clearing his throat, Spencer focused himself as Y/n's smirk grew wider. "You know I'm actually a really good kisser."

"Oh yeah?" Y/n asked, trying to fight off giggles as Spencer tried to act sexy. It wasn't that it wasn't totally working, it was the thought that this man could so easily switch gears after just a moment ago being so shy and coy. A moment ago he'd claimed that he wasn't good at this and didn't do it often. Now Y/n was... more than just a little turned on by the look Spencer was giving him now.

Spencer moved his head so their noses brushed. Y/n caught his breath, having expected to get the hell kissed out of him right then and there. "Yeah," Spencer whispered. "You wanna see?" Y/n wordlessly nodded. Then Spencer kissed him, and it was like no kiss that Y/n had ever experienced before.

There was a kind of desperation to that kiss. A kind of tension that sent Y/n's head spinning. Spencer grabbed Y/n's entire head with both of his hands, pulling them as close as possible.

There was heat to the kiss. The kind that sent Y/n's skin burning and rose the cool air around them to unbearable temperatures. Y/n had the thought to be wearing less layers, but that would leave him practically naked, and he only wanted to kiss Spencer... right?

There was so much love when Spencer kissed him. Like Y/n could feel Spencer's relief after years of yearning reflected in his own chest, swelling and pressing against his rib cage. A warmness in his gut. A lightness to his body, like he was floating.

Spencer pressed Y/n against the wall that had been quite a bit away just a moment ago. Y/n's brain was too full of Spencer to care about anything else, and the feeling of the brunette pining Y/n against the wall, their bodies melding together, was even more of distraction. Y/n couldn't remember why this had started- he just hoped it wouldn't end. It didn't even feel real... Y/n silently prayed that if this was a dream, he would never wake up. He'd just die in this fantasy and be here forever and never leave. It would be better than waking u[ in a world where this had never happened and he was back to simply sitting back in his chair and watching someone he was in love with ignore him from a distance.

It was only when Spencer leaned away that Y/n realized he needed to breathe. Suddenly he was gasping, leaning his head back to rest against the wall. Spencer moved his leg in between Y/n's, pressing his thigh against the lump in Y/n's pants. Y/n gasped, his whole body going rigid as a sharp and sudden wave of a different want than he'd experienced in quite a while fill him. He was reminded of high school and kissing boys in closets and under bleachers. Except now it was in a bedroom and that felt much more intimate and adult and real and meaningful.

Oh my god this was real.

Y/n's eyes moved to find Spencer's. The men looked at each other.

Suddenly they both shot into action, Y/n pulling off his shirt as Spencer started on the buttons. Y/n began doing it for him as Spencer got distracted with the other man's newly exposed torso. Y/n left a little kiss on Spencer's neck before Spencer caught him in another kiss. Then they were turning and tripping until Y/n fell back on the bed, Spencer quickly coming after him. Y/n's fingers were in Spencer's hair and he tugged, a low, really sexy noise coming from the back of Spencer's throat in response. Their eyes locked and Y/n shivered.

"I want your pants off. Now." Y/n gulped before obeying. Soon Y/n was in nothing but his boxers and Spencer's eyes raked him. It made him shy. "Don't do that," Spencer ordered. Y/n shot him a confused look. "Look at me like you're ashamed when all I see when I look at you is how gorgeous you are."

Y/n swallowed. "Okay." He blushed and Spencer nodded before he seemed to change gears again.

Spencer removed his own pants, getting off the bed to do so. Now they were both practically naked, staring at each other with admiration. And hunger. Spencer was over Y/n again in a second, but this time he was kissing Y/n neck. Y/n sharply released a breath, his fingers twining in Spencer's hair again. Spencer's kisses made a path lower and lower, from his neck to his chest, down his stomach, straight to his waistband. Y/n's hands moved to the sheets now that Spencer was out of reach - and just in time, because Spencer didn't pause before pulling off Y/n's boxers. Y/n bit his bottom lip and Spencer smirked before touching Y/n's member.

A beautiful, breathless almost-moan sounded, encouraging Spencer to begin to really stroke him. "Do you like that?" Y/n made some sort of choked noise of affirmation that made Spencer grow more confident. Y/n's fingers curled around the sheets and Spencer sighed. "Talk to me, baby. I want to hear if you like it or not."

"Yes," Y/n breathed, his chest shuddering with breath as he did so.

Spencer's smile grew. "How much?" He gripped Y/n's waist, his thumb massaging Y/n's hipbone. "Come on, tell me."

Y/n sighed, his eyes fluttering as he tried to keep them open. "Really- a lot. What happened to you don't do this often and aren't very good at it?"

A soft chuckle came from Spencer. He was thriving seeing the effect he had on the other man. "Well, I don't have sex often. But I'm plenty used to pleasing a man." Y/n rolled his eyes, but his smile gave him away. Spencer adjusted his grip and Y/n moaned. "Good boy. Let it go for me, please." Spencer pulled off being both incredibly sexy and dominant and also being respectful and polite in a way that drove Y/n crazy. When Y/n didn't show signs of cumming, Spencer began to leave little hickies in every place he could reach. The extra bit sent Y/n over the edge. Spencer stood to grab a towel before cleaning the mess off of Y/n's stomach. "There you go."

Y/n moved so that when Spencer lay down, he hovered above. "Did you think we were going to stop?" He asked as Spencer raised a questioning eyebrow. "I still want to-"

"No it's okay," Spencer dismissed. "I want to cuddle with you now." He pat the spot next to him that didn't allow for question. Confused, Y/n lay down as commanded. When it got quiet, Spencer used his hand to tilt Y/n's face toward him so they could kiss again. "How do you feel about being my boyfriend?"

Y/n smiled. "I feel quite good about it."

Spencer snuggled him. "Good. Then that's what you are."

"Good," Y/n whispered back.

After a second Spencer said, “Hey side note?” He looked very seriously at Y/n. “The whole almost dying thing? Don’t do that again.”

Y/n snorted. “I will have no problem trying my best to keep that.” He paused. “Our job is very dangerous though.”

Spencer pulled Y/n closer. “I guess I’ll just have to protect you then.”

A small smile graced Y/n’s face. “Yeah, I guess so.”

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ronsenburg · 4 years ago

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i saw this post and IMMEDIATELY started writing an essay, so I moved it here so as not to clutter up someone else’s post...........

it absolutely blows my mind that, today in 2021, i honestly can’t remember what’s canon from the turnabout serenade case, what i read in a fanficition, and what is my own personal HC. like, it’s been more than a decade since i played the case for the first time and it’s probably been 5ish years since the last time i played AJ (definitely forgot to play it again before writing youngblood which is.... contributing to this) so i really don’t know if what goes on in my head is accurate, but, over the years, i’ve come up with a Lot of Thoughts, which i’ll discuss below.

tldr; it’s all about power (the desire for, the subversion of, the need to maintain), but if you’d like the specifics, here you go:

daryan: i think the explanation that he did it for “the money” is a line. please don’t mistake me, daryan is an asshole and a murderer, im not discounting that, but in court ive always thought that he was playing the part that everyone- especially klavier- is expecting of him. he’s the bad guy. might as well make it a finale for the books.

i’ve always seen daryan and klavier as opposite sides of the same coin when it comes to family and career aspirations. where i imagine klavier came from a well off and well loved family before his parents died, i see daryan from a working class, difficult upbringing. i read a few papers on the psychology of children/parenting style of police officers and decided early on that daryan’s dad was also a cop. his mother is either dead or (more likely) left them early on. dad coped by working a little too hard, gambling/drinking a little too much, and was overall not around a lot and kind of an authoritarian/controller when he was. it left daryan with a lot of anger he had to cope with, about what it means to be a cop, the idea of a “just cause” and the ends justifying the means, and an issue with authority (which is laughable, considering what a bully he turned out to be. sometimes we emulate our parents unintentionally; it’s the only thing we have to model our behavior on). so daryan started off at a disadvantage. klavier started off loved and supported and surrounded by expensive belongings, but the death of his parents and the subsequent emotional and financial abuse by his newly appointed guardian/brother left him in a similar place by the time he and daryan met. i think it was probably the foundation for their bond, and i think it’s why klavier decided to become a prosecutor instead of following in his brother’s footsteps and why daryan ultimately decided to enter law enforcement as well. i think they had a lot of optimistic, idealistic thoughts on being better than the people that hurt them, on utilizing the law to make the world a better place. i don’t think klavier ever conceived that kristoph could have wanted him in the prosecutors office as another pawn to play, and i don’t think he realized how fluid daryan’s morality could be.

shipping alert��you guys know me, im crazy for the idea of a “best friends to on again off again lovers to tenuous coworkers to bitterly disappointed in but still harboring feelings for the other person despite being on opposite sides” dynamic between daryan and klavier. i honestly can’t separate the ship from the case and im sorry about it. if you read youngblood you know that i think daryan started to resent klavier pretty early on, when they were still together, when the band was still successful, because klavier was able to move forward and work through the issues of his past while daryan was seemingly stuck. yes, daryan had made detective and the gavinners were a hit, he’d risen above his initial social standing and thrown off the control his father, he had money and fame and a future. but everything he had was because of klavier. daryan needed klavier, emotionally, morally, financially. but even when klavier was professing his love for daryan, both privately and in the form of chart topping songs, he didn’t need daryan. it was obvious (and of course, healthy, but how do children of abuse learn what a healthy relationship looks like without help? especially when the only relationships you’ve ever had are codependent and, in some ways, just as toxic?) and so things spiraled. daryan got possessive and angry again and klavier got distant and they broke up and got back together and broke up and didn’t get back together but kept ending up back in each other’s arms for comfort and for support and because how the hell do you move on when the person you’ve been in love with since you were 15 is sitting next to you on a tour bus and is also your partner in a homicide case and singing songs he wrote about you on stage in front of thousands of screaming fans?

okay, shipping glasses off, sorry. but no matter how you look at their relationship, daryan’s promotion out of homicide was probably the most distance they’d had from each other in years, as it removed a large chunk of the daily “working relationship” aspect. and without klavier there to act as a moral compass, it was likely easier to slip back into his earlier thoughts about what constitutes justice and his intense hatred of being pushed around by someone who has more power than you. so enter the chief justice with a son who is sick, dying even, but can’t get the medicine he needs because there’s a government out there telling them no. The reasons are arbitrary: the medicine could be used as a poison and can’t be found anywhere else so it might come back to bite the country in the ass if it’s misused by criminals. newsflash: pretty much all medicine is poisonous if it isn’t used correctly, should we stop using penicillin entirely because some people might be allergic to it? they’ve essentially condemned a whole bunch of people to death because they’re worried about their reputation. and that doesn’t sit well with daryan, who is caught up remembering the bullshit justifications his dad would spout when he knocked him around, that kristoph would give when withholding every single penny of money klavier was entitled to until he agreed to do what kristoph wanted. it isn’t right, it isn’t fair and unfair laws shouldn’t have to be upheld, especially when they’re the unfair laws of a country you most definitely did not swear to uphold and protect. it was never about money, though daryan agrees to take it when the chief offers it to him, more for his comfort level than for daryan’s need or desire. it’s about justice and putting a bully in it’s place with a (seemingly) victimless crime that should be so easy given his role in the international division of criminal affairs and klavier’s sudden hard on for the country of borginia. seriously, how could this have been any more straightforward? daryan is capable of murder, though. all cops are. and if it came down to a “them or me” shootout, of course he’d pull the trigger.

machi: when you come from nothing, the desire to have something of your own is overwhelming. the idea that machi is famous and financially set is disingenuous; he is not individually famous, he is Lamiroir’s “blind” pianist. yes, she views him as a son and seems to care deeply for him, but his main purpose in her life is to perpetuate a lie. machi has been abandoned before; what will happen to him if lamiroir suddenly remembers who she was in the past? what if she has a family and a true son of her own and has no use for him? what if their secret is found out and the public rejects him for his role in it? he is 14. what does he know about being provided for? about contracts and trust funds and royalties? he ended up in an orphanage originally because he was unwanted, and that led to a life of poverty and hardship. abandonment issues are rooted in fear and are rarely logical. i find it far easier to believe that machi did it for the money, but more for the power money might have given him towards independence in an unfeeling and capitalist world.

kristoph: i won’t get into this, because this is supposed to be about daryan and machi and the guitar’s serenade, and kristoph is not really involved in that at all. but i think everything that kristoph has ever done in the game, good or bad, is rooted in a pathological need to constantly be in control. i think that kristoph and klavier both have very intense personalities that they have sought to control over the course of their lives for the sake of their careers. kristoph believes that to be a good lawyer, you need to play your cards close to your chest, that to show your hand is to expose a weakness that the enemy can exploit, that to show no weaknesses at all places you in a position of power. klavier believes that to show his true self, to display his weaknesses and fears to the public, would result only in their rejection. as such, they both wear masks of their own creation even under the most intense of pressures: kristoph as pleasant and calm, klavier as magnetic and dynamic. note the primary difference in their rational? klavier wants to be wanted, while kristoph wants power. and power corrupts, after all. once you have it, what could be more overwhelming than the idea that you might lose it all? it can drive even the most rational people to commit acts of passionate irrationality in the name of holding on to that power. and kristoph has so many pieces involved in his strategy to maintain.

#i love daryan crescend i'm so sorry #i cut this to spare you all the pain of my rambling and also my inability to use caps and proper punctuation #gonna tag this as klavdar so you can avoid it just in case it bothers you #i think it's hilarious that this is JUST AS MUCH ABOUT KLAVIER as it is about any of these other people #shut up krissy #i have a lot of feelings about this case okay #man i'm still obsessed with lamiroir and machi's portrayal in 'dirty sympathy'#excellent stuff i'm going to go read that again #klavdar #i don't think i ever managed to squeeze in my hc about the specifics of kristophs abuse towards klavier into any fics #specifically the financial aspects of it #but its absolutely an effective weapon #klavier's money from his parents would absolutely be in a trust and controlled by kristoph until he was legally able to access it #he would have to ask kristoph for EVERYTHING #can you imagine how easy that would be for kristoph to turn against him? as a means of control? i just......#broke: kristoph physically abused klavier when he was a kid #woke: kristoph didn't have to abuse klavier when he could manipulate him so completely with money and mind games #all the while making klavier believe that he was truly looking out for him and any hurt klavier experienced was selfish and misguided #and klavier's fault #:|

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superapplepie · 5 years ago

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In-between the Flames: Part 2

Summary: After years in an abusive relationship, with the help of a few coworkers, you finally make your great escape. Will you find happiness where you least expect it or will your past catch up to you?

Pairing: Eddie x Reader x Buck

Word count: 1142

Warnings: Abusive relationship, hospitals, gunshot wound, a few curse words

Author’s note: This is unedited so all the mistakes are mine, hopefully it’s not too horrible. I’m planning a part 3 or epilogue if anyone is interested? Anyways, enjoy!!

Part 1

Heavy footsteps sounded on the stairs, announcing Eddie and Buck’s descent down them towards your ex. You sat frozen in fear on the couch, afraid of what was to come. Sitting motionless, listening, trying to hear what your ex was saying. It wasn’t until the word “gun” echoed your ears that you jumped to your feet. You weren’t about to let anyone get hurt because of you.

Each step you took seemed to increase the anxiety that was already racing through your veins. The scene unfolding in the engine bay seemed to stop as you came into view. Your ex stood a few feet in front of you, waving a gun, surrounded by cautious firemen attempting to talk him down. Neither Eddie or Buck saw you until it was too late; your ex snatched you roughly by the arm, pulling you in front of him.

“You stupid bitch,” he pressed his gun to the middle of your back and snarled. “Thought you could get away from me again, eh?”

“No! Let her go, please!” Buck pleaded with your ex-boyfriend, the fear in his voice evident.

“Hmm, no… I don’t think I will. Ya see this bitch belongs to me, and I intend to remind her of that” the gun pressed harder against you.

“You’re not going anywhere with her,” Eddie retorted, clenching his fists.

“You’re right; I’m not. I’m going to punish her right here in front of her two knights in shining armor. Then maybe you’ll learn to mind your business!” your ex barked back with force.

His free hand made it’s way up around your neck, applying pressure until you were gasping for air.

“How many times did you let them fuck you, huh? How many times did you choke on their cocks like a slut?” He questioned without expecting an answer.

“Put the gun down.” Athena’s voice sounded from behind you.

Your ex spun around with a wicked grin facing her but not turning his back towards Eddie or Buck. You felt the gun loosen slightly, assuming he had been caught off guard by the arrival of the police. Taking a deep breath and gathering all your strength, you ramed your elbow up and into his nose as hard as you could. The force behind the impact caused him to stumble back, allowing you to escape from the clutches of his arms. You lunged towards the safety of Buck and Eddie. Your ex, still having a slight hold on his gun, fired as he fell to the ground, the shot reverberated around the engine bay loudly.

Everything after that happened so fast. Athena and her partners moved in quickly to subduing him further. Adrenalin pumped through you as you landed in Buck’s opened arms, it wasn’t until he felt something wet on your back that you fully realized that the bullet had managed to squeeze its way into your lower back.

“Oh shit, Y/N, oh shit, shit,” Buck chanted frantically.

Hen and Chimney rushed in now that your ex was in custody and began triaging your wound. You knew they were probably talking to you, telling you to stay with them, but your ears were still ringing from the shot, muffling all other sounds. Your eyes began to flutter shut occasionally, creating a snapshot of worried faces each time they opened and closed. Before you knew it, you were loaded up in the ambulance and on your way to the hospital. That’s when the world became foggy around you, and your eyes grew heavier.

You would be lying if you hadn’t wondered what it felt like to be shot. It was one of the things that deterred you from becoming a cop. However, being with the 118, you had experienced your fair share of danger and injuries. The pain searing through you was unlike anything you had felt before; it felt like someone took a hot poker and pressed it relentlessly into your skin until it broke through.

The next time you woke up, you groaned; pain darted around as you tried your best to sit up in the unfamiliar bed. The heart monitor was beeping, signally that you were, in fact, alive. Opening your eyes, you glanced at the sterile hospital room before eyeing the two lumps of men on either side of your bed. Smiling to yourself, you poke Eddie gently until he sat up, a look of relief spreading across his worn face.

“Y/N! You’re awake! Buck, she’s awake!” Eddie said excitedly before leaning in and hugging you gently.

“Oh, thank god, I thought you were a goner,” Buck joked and smirked before ducking when Eddie reached across the bed to slap him.

Buck leaned in, pecked your cheek, and gave you the same hug Eddie had just done. He then sauntered out in search of your nurse. Eddie’s eyes followed him before returning to meet your gaze. His eyes were bloodshot, and the dark circles under them were evidence that he hadn’t been sleeping much. Judging by his disheveled look, you guessed you had been out for a few days.

Once the nurse came in to do her vital checks, ask you the standard questions, and to check the bandaging on your wound, a steady flow of visitors began. First up was Maddie and Chimney, providing the usual condolences and well wishes. Bobby and Athena were next. Athena gave you the rundown on the case she was building against your ex. Bobby, being the father figure he was, hugged you and told you how glad he was that you were okay. Several more visitors made their way through the doors, and before you knew it, a yawn escaped your mouth.

Eddie looked down at you with a sweet smile.

“You should rest, Y/N.” he reached out, pulling your hand towards his mouth, lightly kissing your knuckles.

“You are one to talk, Eddie. When’s the last time you slept? Go home, shower, and take a nap. It’s not like I’m going anywhere anytime soon,” you smiled up at him, knowing he couldn’t tell you no.

“Fine, you’re right. I’ll be back,” Eddie kissed your cheek and walked out, leaving you with Buck.

“He’s so whipped,” Buck laughed, watching Eddie leave.

“You’re leaving too Buck, you need to sleep and for the love of God take a shower,” you attempted to say in a serious tone, but it soon turned to a giggle when Buck looked down at you offended.

“Okay, okay, I’ll go, but I promise I’ll be back before Eddie.” he leaned in, kissing your other cheek and giving you a wink.

You had to laugh at the childish competitions that always seemed to be going on between the two.

“Oh, you’re so whipped,” you mocked Buck as he walked towards the door.

“Yeah, yeah,” he waved you off and walked out.

@campingmonkey @like-a-bag-of-potatoes

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augmented-beauty · 4 years ago

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Deus Ex OC profile 2.0

I found myself being extremely creative lately, and here we are. Here follows a long, more detailed profile of my dear baby, Alexandra. And yet, it still scratches the surface of her story, as I don’t want to spoil too much.

Art by the amazing @mrs-chief yes, I’m still spamming it because I’m just too in love with this piece, no matter how many months have passed already.

Full name: Alexandra Maribel Montgomery Rivera

Date and place of birth: July 14, 1999, Detroit

Augmentations: eyes (Smart vision with Fine Transmitter Tuning, flash suppressant, retinal HUD), right arm (instant take-down, recoil compensation (full level), optimized musculature, punch through Wall, aim stabilizer, nanoblade, Tesla system, custom-made emergency button to rapidly release her ammo), Info Link.

Moral Alignment: Neutral good. Extremely loyal, Alexandra respects the authorities and she does not consider herself above law, but she believes that protocols and orders sometimes have to be ignored to do what is right. She usually doesn’t kill her enemies or opponents, but she won’t hesitate to pull the trigger to protect loved ones and when there’s no other way out.

Alex is extremely loyal and devoted to her loved ones. Empathetic, extrovert, joyful, supportive, respectful and kind, it’s extremely easy to get on at least decently with her, but it’s still quite difficult to gain her trust. Open-minded and strong principled. Realistic, but she always tries to see the brighter side. She never gets too influenced by others, but she has some role models and people that admires deeply. Sometimes anger takes advantage of her, and she can be aggressive at times. Usually, her disappointment is expressed by sassy remarks.

Hobbies: singing and songwriting, videomaking, dancing

Family and life events

Her mother is Cuban, born in Havana, and moved to the USA to study and work. Her father, Koa, is a half Samoan-American (hapa) SWAT agent, born and raised in Detroit, but always visits Hawaii regularly. Her Hawaiian grandfather, Keoni, moved in Detroit in search of more job opportunities, while her grandmother is a white woman born in Detroit, disowned because of her will to marry a black man. They later moved back to Hawaii after retirement. Alex also has a younger sister, Isabelle Ignacia, former member of a Sarif’s research team. She has an excellent relationship with her family. Her parents, grandparents and sister are extremely supportive.

The two sisters suffer from Retinitis Pigmentosa (RP), a genetic, degenerative disease that slowly drags the patient into blindness. Luckily, both of them were able to access the needed augmentations as this technology started to become more common. Alexandra was the first one to get her augs back in 2018, agreeing to take part in a Sarif Industries initiative. Isabelle gets her own after a couple of years. Both their surgeries are successful, and the two sisters don’t really need to worry about their syndrome anymore. While Isabelle sticks to regular updates meant for a civilian as technology improves, Alex is more daring. In 2027, after debating about it for a while, thanks to her job, she gets some military upgrades.

Following her father’s footsteps, Alex applied for Police Academy after getting her Bachelor degree. That’s when she meets Adam, just days after her training at the Academy starts. Their meeting was almost a lucky coincidence: Alex was meant to have lunch with her father, but Adam was free, too. Koa thought it was the perfect occasion to have the two of them finally getting to know each other. He always had a good consideration of Adam, and Alex has heard of him before, multiple times. On the other hand, Adam has heard a lot about Alexandra, as Koa was always very proud of his daughter and all her achievements.

As her career progresses, Alexandra ends up in a relationship with Michael, who she has been knowing since college. The two of them both enrolled with DPD after their degree and ended up in Academy together as well. After graduating from Academy and after two abundant years of active service, Alexandra takes a step further and gets her training to join the SWAT division, with the support of her father and Adam, who both give her some help and tips when needed. Her career at DPD is brilliant, even though she never got the chance to become a commander herself.

Meanwhile, her sister studies hard and manages to get her dream job at Sarif Industries, and is assigned to Megan Reed’s team. There, Isabelle meets Faridah Malik and Francis Pritchard and introduces them to Alex. They both become some of the closest friends of the two sisters. For Alex and Isabelle, they’re more like siblings in bond.

Her life is relatively calm and peaceful until 2027 comes. The attack at Sarif Industries has her all over the place. Luckily, Isabelle wasn’t working that day, but what happened to Adam hits her and raises her stress levels. For months, Alex keeps worrying about her younger sister’s safety, and for Adam’s mental and physical health. Michael helps her a lot during this time, supporting her in every selfless action of hers. He’s not as close with Adam as Alex is, but still tries to support him, too. Some weight seems to be lifted from her shoulders when Adam is back in the saddle again, but six months after the first attack at SI, the same people responsible for what happened that day try to kidnap Isabelle, too. But once again, they fail, also thanks to Adam’s investigations and his right-on-time rescue. Some days after that, the Incident takes place. She’s off-duty and with Michael when the chaos starts to surround them. Alex didn’t get the new chip and is still sane. Even though they’re both off-duty, they end up inside a residential building, partially on fire, trying their best to aid some people stuck inside. A heavy augmented man, with heavy labour augs, is the current threat. Alexandra comes up with quite the reckless plan, acting as a living bait to give the chance to Michael to get those people safe. In that instant, there was no better option than that, it was only a matter of time. Things don’t really go as expected though. Alex gets badly stunned, and the man grabs her to throw her smaller body into the nearby flames. Michael barely makes it on time to save her, shooting the man, but there’s nothing he can do about her right arm, all he can do is extinguishing the fire. The pain is too much, and Alexandra is unconscious. Next thing she knows as she opens her eyes again, is that she’s in a hospital bed, with no right arm, and without Michael around. While doing everything to save her, he was badly injured and didn’t make it to the hospital, no matter how fast her father got there to pick them up. Her family also needs to let her know what happened in Panchaea, and that Adam is most probably dead.

The aftermath is pure hell. She went through one of the darkest times of her life. Lots of people that she called friends turned their backs to her only because of her second aug, guilt for Michael’s death ate her alive, and the whole process of rehab and the pain after the amputation were destroying her. Knowing that Adam was gone, too, made everything even worse. If it wasn’t for her family and closest friends, her mental health would have been extremely compromised.

The following months are all about recovery, and the support of her loved ones is crucial. Slowly, she gets back on track, regaining her inner fire, and coming back stronger than before. Her original songs and covers become a way for her to channel her emotions and to blow some steam off, even more than in the past, to give a message and raise awareness about what it really means to be augmented, and to, hopefully, bring some hope to augmented people like her. With time, an idea pestering the whole family becomes reality, and Montgomery Foundation is born. Based in Detroit, it’s meant to bring assistance to augmented people in desperate conditions, to raise awareness and to educate about what it means to be augmented, trying to stop the hatred. Alex and Isabelle put a lot of care into using the various social media channels to do this. Isabelle spreads awareness using her biomedical knowledge, while Alexandra insists more on the social, emotional side of the issue. This project also gives her the motivation and the inspiration to make some new content. This is not about music only anymore, Alex takes the chance to bring entertainment, too, as many have suggested her throughout the years. Her personality is perfect for this, and it could be a way to give more visibility to the Foundation and the activism that the whole family is carrying on.

Despite this new reality, Detroit is becoming unbearable. Once she can get back to work, things are not the same anymore. Alex can’t really see the point in being a cop anymore, not with all the violence and hatred that police brings upon augmented people. Most of her colleagues don’t fully trust her anymore, look at her like she was a walking death machine. Some don’t even try to hide their true feelings. The situation becomes more and more frustrating every day. But there’s a spark of hope in late 2028, one year after the incident: out of the blue, Adam is back in Detroit. It’s the key event that brings all her strength back, fully, after a year of struggles. Determined in helping him out, she has her first contact with Interpol’s Task Force 29. Jarreau agrees to have her taking part in their operation in Detroit as some sort of local aid agent, and is very impressed by her work. Before leaving, he suggests Alex to consider applying for Task Force 29, letting her know he wouldn’t mind to have her in Los Angeles.

As much as Detroit is testing her patience, Alexandra doesn’t leave immediately. She’s too concerned about the safety of her family, especially of her sister, and about the condition of the augmented people living in the former Sarif Industries area. Yet, Jarreau’s offer is tempting. It takes a while for her to even just start really considering such an option. Friends and family try to convince her for months, they know how this new job could benefit her. Adam, too, does his best to persuade her, giving her information, answering her questions about TF29; there’s no time zone that can stop him. It takes almost a year for Alex to finally decide to embrace this opportunity. DPD won’t let her go easily, though, no matter if they can only waste her potential, and her superiors manage to let her be a simple agent on trial. To officially become an Interpol agent, she will need to impress her superiors. The inconvenience doesn’t stop Alex, and she still sends her application to Interpol, to those terms. Instead of requesting to be part of the LA team, she applies for Prague’s team.

Alexandra’s intention is to move to Prague, to be by Adam’s side. In fact, after meeting him again almost a year before, she started to realise how her feelings for him went beyond friendship. Said epiphany only made her miss Adam more and more, making her want to run after a whole brand new start. She reaches Prague the day after Ruzicka’s bombing and is immediately thrown into action. Teamed up with Adam, she works on the bombing case and later takes part in London’s operation. Right after Apex Centre’s evens, Miller immediately gets to work to have Alexandra among his agents, and eventually, his efforts are successful. Things seem to be brighter for Alex from now on. She gets to spend more time with Adam, just like old times, and they get closer and closer, as close as never before. Their relationship gets deeper and deeper day by day and after a relatively short time, they end up together, from friends to lovers.

#deus ex #deus ex oc #deus ex human revolution #deus ex blacklight #deus ex mankind divided #alexandra montgomery #alexandra maribel montgomery #long post

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arionaleilani · 4 years ago

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💡 for alfie and theo!

alfie and theo are probably my favorite dynamic in this wip? or at least their dynamic has been a lot easier and a lot less stressful to build than the others—probably because theo and alfie were originally characters for a different short story i wrote for creative writing in high school and then decided that their characters were too good to just throw away in a half assed story.

but i’m gonna do a fun fact for each of them and then for their dynamic because i love them a lot and would gladly ramble for hours pfjfjf

so!! alfie is a cop who specifically became a cop because he has #daddyissues and was expected to follow in his dad’s footsteps and didn’t know how to say no to that, as someone who feels the need to please everyone and never stands up for himself, but what he does, as an officer in small town mossley, is he builds proper relationships with “criminals” and actually helps those who are often targeted by cops and who don’t deserve to be arrested escape from being caught. he hates being a cop but never learned how to make his own decisions, so he tries to make the best of it by being a regualr cop on the surface who actually fucks w evidence to help people get away (alfie is basically a cop that says fuck 12 and is always trying to think of how to quit without feeling like he’s betraying his father, if that makes sense?)

theo is a part time bartender who had to grow up mostly on his own, because his parents found out he had a crush on a boy in middle school and tried to “fix” him and then, when they found out he wasn’t magically straight in high school, basically kicked him out. i don’t want to just focus on what all media does by having traumatized gay people not accepted by parents, which is why all my characters are lgbtq+ and all have different variations of accepting/no accepting families. theo also is someone who is often targeted by cops based on his status and his reputation in mossley.

what makes it more complex is that alfie and theo were best friends growing up, and then they fell out of touch, and when alfie becomes a cop, he becomes the main reason why theo isn’t arrested and in jail for petty crimes and false accusations. except, theo has a lot of anger and resentment and places blame on everything around him because he never did anything wrong by being gay and, since his parents are no longer in his life, he can’t take out blame and frustration at them and was never taught proper coping mechanisms. so he gets pissed at alfie all the time for helping him when he never asked for him to help, yk?

their development throughout book one of the trilogy is probably the most satisfying for me to plot and i can really easily see some dramatic edits being made from the film adaption that i keep picturing in my head dispite still only in the planning phase of the first book pgkgjg

drop a 💡 [or “light bulb”] with a character name into my ask box and i’ll give a fun fact about them

(character names can be found in the tags of this post)

#howdy-writes #wip: gay criminals w powers adopt a teenager that also has powers #oc: theo davis #oc: alfie farwell #ship: theo/alfie #arianswers

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devinsfm · 5 years ago

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joe keery. cis male. he/him. ／ jack devin just pulled up blasting video killed the radio star by the buggles — that song is so them ! you know, for a twenty - four year old radio show host, i’ve heard they’re really impulsive, but that they make up for it by being so captivating. if i had to choose three things to describe them, i’d probably say obscure vintage horror comics, blurry photographs of mysterious figures in the woods, and vivid descriptions of spine - chilling tales . here’s to hoping they don’t cause too much trouble ! ( sam, 23, est, she/her )

hey there, demons ! *ba tum tss* i’m sam and i never do this, but i really felt like it was time for a change, so i drew lots of inspiration from some of my favorite ocs and i love what i’ve come up with ! character info is under the cut and please feel free to message me if you would like to plot !

i. stats

𝔣𝔲𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢: jackson willard devin

𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔰: jack, spooky guy, the night watchman

𝔥𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔬𝔴𝔫: salem, massachusetts

𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔟𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔥: ocotber 31st, 1995

𝔷𝔬𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔠: scorpio

𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫: demisexual

𝔬𝔠𝔠𝔲𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫: host of the graveyard shift, a radio program airing every weeknight from 12am to 5am

𝔭𝔬𝔰. 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔰: captivating, witty, resolute.

𝔫𝔢𝔤. 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔰: impulsive, gauche, naive.

ii. history

jackson willard “jack” devin was born on halloween day ( yes, really ) in salem massachusetts ( yes, really ). his mother stayed home with him as he was growing up while his father is a boston cop turned sheriff of the county and he’s an only child.

outside of the popular tourist spots, his hometown has a very close - knit, stuck in the 80s vibe. it’s the sort of place where everyone knows everyone for their entire lives because no one ever leaves and no one new ever moves in. phone and internet signals are nearly impossible to come by, so the local arcade and the video store still have quite a booming business in the year 2020. jack grew up in a not - so - typical small town suburban gothic environment, his dad’s income being just enough for them to get by every month.

he was an energetic kid who cycled through all sorts of interests, trying out everything from little league ( disaster ) to music lessons ( not as much of a disaster, but he wound up getting bored of it ). nothing seemed to really stick until he got his first horror comic : a vintage issue of tales from the crypt with tattered, yellowing pages. he was five years old and paid five cents for it at an elderly neighbor’s yard sale and from that moment on he was hooked. it started with the comics, but he quickly expanded his horizons to movies, books, and television in the genre of horror.

he got intro drawing and that was the only thing besides his newfound interest in horror that he could sit still for. at first he would just try to re - draw the panels in his comic books, but soon he was drawing anything and everything that caught his interest and he was getting good. he was being homeschooled by his mother at the time, but once friends and family and, well, everyone took notice of his skill, they were encouraging his parents to nurture his talent.

his parents fought about it. his dad didn’t see the value in his skill and wanted him to instead focus on academics, aspiring towards his son one day becoming a lawyer or a businessman or even following in his footsteps. jack never wanted that for himself. he was homeschooled by his mom up until then and she believed in him. it was with her blessing that he would go to a real school for the first time at the age of fourteen, starting off his freshman year at a high school that was a thirty minute train ride away in boston and catered exclusively to youth who demonstrated an exceptional talent in some area of the fine arts.

jack did well in school, but his grades probably would have been a lot better still if he didn’t start purposely acting out as his relationship with his dad got worse and worse. he started skipping classes, getting caught trespassing in cemeteries at 2am, and smoking a lot of weed.

when it came time for college, jack planned to attend art school. he swears he did. he looked a few schools on the west coast to get away from his dad for a few years yikes and planned to apply, but on the deadline date he got so high that he forgot to submit his portfolios. yes, really.

he loaded up his van ( a turquiose monstrosity he painted to look like the mystery machine ) and headed out to california anyway after telling his parents that he would be attending UCLA. of course, they quickly found it that it was a lie and his dad was furious. the two got into a huge fight over the phone and things were said. the result is that jack and his father haven’t spoken to each other ever since.

he did lots of odd jobs while he was on the road and basically lived in his van, which didn’t change right away when he decided to settle in LA, but he eventually got a job fetching coffee for the late night employees at a local radio station.

it was the typical, cliché story : the regular late night host called out of work at the last minute, there was no one else around and they were going to be on air in ten seconds. jack was thrown in front of the microphone and told to think fast !

he did, and the listeners loved him for it. whether it was his ramblings about horror movies or his thick boston accent or his reckless use of swear words on live radio, he turned out to be a massive hit. the successful night earned him a gig as an occasional substitute deejay, and with each broadcast he grew more and more popular, and about two years ago he was finally given his own program.

the graveyard shift is a radio program that airs every weeknight from 12am - 5am in the los angeles area and on apps such as iheartradio. jack hosts the show as his ( thinly veiled ) alter ego the night watchmen and discusses topics such as the paranormal, conspiracy theories, and all things horror. it’s one of the most popular programs of the time slot in the country.

it’s something that he never expected or picturing himself doing, but now he can’t imagine doing anything else. he’s become really passionate about revitalizing the field and bringing radio into the 21st century. he signed a HUGE contract with the studio when his show first started and now he’s a quite well known radio personality in the area and across the country.

iii. extras

huge stoner. high as fuck 90% of the time, and the other 10% of the time he’s probably still high, just not as fuck.

well known for his on air antics. he’ll light a joint in the middle of his radio show, he’ll prank call a friend and broadcast it to the entire city, he’ll curse in every single sentence and skate by on the after hours excuse when he’s reprimanded for it. he’s so outlandish and bizarre and like nothing that’s ever been heard on the radio before, and it just draws people in.

he often seems shy in person, but it’s more like he’s just a little socially awkward, something which also shines through in occasional non - malicious but blunt remarks and general lack of regard for what people think of him. he really just...doesn’t care.

genuinely seems to believe it’s either halloween day and / or the year 1986 at any given moment as that’s about as recent as his pop culture references get. he’s never heard of the k*rdashians, he doesn’t know what the mcu is, and the phrase yeet means absolutely nothing to him. mention any of it to him and he’ll just stare blankly bc he honestly doesn’t have a clue.

HOWEVER, he did start the area 51 meme from last summer. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

still draws. especially if he has to still for a stretch of time, then he’ll take out his latest sketchbook ( he goes through a lot of them ) and start doodling. he’s still quite good, mostly in his favored comic - esque style.

BIG CHAOTIC ENERGY and ZERO IMPULSE CONTROL

a chatterbox with friends but don’t be fooled...he’s been giving his own dad the silent treatment for almost seven ( 7 ) years now. it’s his preferred method of expressing anger towards someone because he isn’t really a fan of confrontation, but he’s maybe a liiiittle bit stubborn.

most of the time he’s a really easygoing person, a good friend and very loyal to the people he cares about. well - meaning, not the best at advice but he’s more likely to try and cheer a person up anyway.

he has a pet pied ball python named the crypt keeper ( tkc for short ) who he sometimes just carries with him because he likes to just chill wrapped around jack’s hand and arm.

iv. wanted connections

maternal or paternal cousins ( their grandparents probably live in boston or new england but otherwise anything goes for this )

close friends

friends

guests on his radio show

fans / haters of his radio show

people who don’t like him / find him annoying

exes ( 1 - 2, can be on good or bad terms )

“casually dating” but it might get real complicated soon - allie james

( these are just ideas and i’m trash at coming up with stuff, so please don’t feel limited by what’s listed here. )

#excess:intro #drugs tw #i decided that i needed something new but i just ''created'' this ''new character'' instead #countdown until i mess up his name has officially begun

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krinsbez · 5 years ago

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GI Joe: Remixed, Grootslang

Grootslang (named after a monstrous serpent from South African folklore) is Cobra Commander’s elite personal goon squad. While technically members of the Crimson Guard, in reality. they answer only to CC and Croc Master (whom we have made CC’s chief of security, and one day I hope to do a post about him)

It comprises (note, everything that follows was created by Night_stalker, I am just porting it to tumblr)...

Name: Alexander Popov Codename: Apep DOB: August 12, 1987 Former Affiliation: Russian Spetsnaz, 45th Guards Independent Reconnaissance Battalion Specialty: Long Range Threat Neutralization Orientation: Hetero. Bio: Originally studying to be an art student, he joined the Army after times got rather tough, financially. Discovering a talent for sniping, he was slotted into Spetsnaz soon after joining. However, Popov was discharged after an op in Ukraine went South, involving considerable amounts of property damage and civilian casualties. More worrying for the Russians was the fact that apparently, some news crews caught the incident on TV, which is what really caused the tea cups to rattle in Moscow. As the highest ranked survivor of the incident, he was given a inquest, blamed, shown the door, and told to not come back. Intel suggests that the verdict was contested, heavily so, behind closed doors. Dissatisifed with the world, and lacking any family or friends, he wandered the globe, utilizing his sharpshooting skills to pay the bar tabs he racked up along the way. While passing through Eastern Europe, he was hired on for security at a party where The Baroness was attending. Apparently, she stormed off to one of the art galleries to distract herself, and they got to chatting about art. She offered him a spot in Cobra, and his skills, combined with her endorsement earned him a spot in the best of the best. Hobbies: Sharpshooting, Art collection/appreciation, Painting (Models and oil paintings).

Name: Carol Spencer Codename: Crotalus DOB: December 2, 1987 Former Affiliation: Central Intelligence Agency Special Activities Center, Special Operations Group Specialty: Counterintelligence Orientation: Bisexual Bio: Born as a Army brat bouncing around internationally, Carol picked up quite a few things. A knack for languages, a inability to take shit from anyone, friends all over the place, and most of all, a searing hatred for her abusive father. So naturally, on her 18th birthday, her idea of celebrating was a punch to his nose and a quick trip over to the Marine recruiter's office. Couple tours of duty later, Carol was all but ready to retire from being a jarhead, or at least ready to take some leave. Alas, a spook from the State Department disagreed, and naturally, pressed the matter. Shockingly, she fit right in there, a fact which shocked both her and her superiors. After awhile though, she started having ethical qualms about what they were doing. Too much red in her ledger, she felt. She wanted out, and was willing to go to the press over the matter. Alas, hindsight says you probably should sweep your house for bugs before making appointments with a reporter. She walked into that cafe a decorated hero, a scion of a long military family. She ran out of there a wanted criminal, with her former co-workers in hot pursuit. Shockingly, when you burn someone, they tend to want revenge. In this case, it meant Cobra. She'd only heard whispers about them, but that was reason enough for her to seek them out. Trading some of her evidence for a job, she parlayed her honed talents into a rapid ascension up the ranks. Hobbies: Learning new languages, Ham radio, Photography, Geocaching, and Acting.

Name: Eline Luiten Codename: Echinda DOB: January 14, 1983 Former Affiliation: Penose Specialty: Demolitions Orientation: Lesbian. Bio: Born into a family of criminals, Eline grew up not wishing to follow in her parents footsteps. Instead, she was interested in becoming a chemical engineer, and going straight. However, after she got her degree, the Recession happened, and being a recent hire, was let go. Desperate to pay off student loans, she went right back to her family, and was welcomed in with open arms. Turning her talents to more lucractive lines of work, she soon fell back into her old ways, manufacturing drugs and on occasion more exotic materials. Soon, her talents shifted from making ectasy and heroin into making RDX and other substances. This tied in nicely with her changing politics, leading her into more radical steps. This was a rather bad idea, as the Dutch police were closing in on her, and the family wasn't going to stick their necks out for a radical. So she was forced to flee, literally barely making it out the window of her workspace before a team of BSB operatives kicked down her front door. Now on the run with little to lose and a burning hatred of the government, she drifted, until Cobra gave her a chance at revenge. Hobbies: Political commentary, Urban Exploration, Parkour, and Debating.

Name: Lily Shen Codename: Lamia DOB: Redacted Former Affiliation: Section G, Division 4, Hong Kong Police Department Specialty: Close Protection Orientation: Hetero. Bio: Born to British ExPats in Hong Kong, Lily grew up in a orderly household. So naturally, she joined the police force as soon as she got old enough. There, she developed a hobby for martial arts, which suited her fiery temperament just fine, and helped earn her a transfer into the VIP Protection unit. People were whispering that she was on the fast track to being a captain, if not higher. However, those plans were derailed. A corruption scandal occurred, and some of her political opponents used it to force her out of the department. The fact that her attitude was rather fiery at best didn't help matters anyway. Left without a job, and feeling betrayed by the organization she'd worked at for years, she remembered a old contact she'd made over in Japan, and gave him a call. Storm Shadow was rather surprised to get a contact from Shen, but agreed to put her in contact with a recruiter, seeing the value in having a former police officer on the payroll. From there, she was rapidly promoted to the Crimson Guard, where she fit right on in. Hobbies: Meditation, Martial arts, Blackjack (Chinese and conventional), and Parkour.

Name: Filip Tadych Codename: Perun DOB: June 19th, 1983 Former Affiliation: JW GROM Specialty: General Combat Orientation: Het Bio: Filip was born back in the final days of the Polish People's Republic, which caused considerable gaps in his records to emerge. The first concrete records that Cobra has access to suggests he joined the Polish Army at the age of 18, and after a couple of years, was transferred into GROM where he excelled in the high stress environment. However, he soon wound up being shown the door, when some rather unsettling political ties were uncovered, mostly through friends and some distant family members. While he himself didn't actually express any of them, he was still asked to leave the army. Furious, he became a solider of fortune, wherein he made a few contacts, the most important of which was one Apep, who he wound up in a bar brawl with in Tunisa. Once the local police arrived though, they promptly joined up and proceeded to smack down the cops and flee. The resulting 9 hour drive to the border did actually make them fairly solid friends. Hobbies: Tennis, Baking, dart throwing, and rock stacking.

Name: Karena LesProux Codename: Orleans DOB: February 18th, 1979 Former Affiliation: 11th Parachute Brigade, French Army Specialty: Tactics Orientation: Formerly Het (Married, 2 children), currently Bi, dating Nina of Crimson Guard Bio: Karena had it all, a loving husband, a solid army career, and two wonderful children. However, that was all a sham, as her husband was an artist as he called himself, while Karena called him a drunken slob, as well as other, more insulting terms. This was usually about the time he attacked her, so as one can imagine, their relationship was not very solid. Karena endured it for two solid reasons. The first being that, as her drunken asshat of a husband was the son of a prominent politician, she would be subjected to quite a bit of harassment from him and his ilk. The second reason was her children, who she loved very much. So she endured the fists and occasional rolling pin thrown her way, bottling up her rage deep inside. One night, that all changed. Instead of going after her, he made a move towards the kids room, while still holding a rolling pin. According to her, she saw red, and next thing she knew, her husband was lying on the ground, dead, with a steak knife sticking out of his throat. While her first instinct was to call the police, something stopped her. Namely, that she was likely going to be convicted of murder, and sent away to prison, as well as separated from her beloved children. So instead, she made a call to a former coworker she had run into while serving in the French Army. Meanwhile, in a Terror-Dome near the Med, Turul's ringtone went off, as luck would have it, in the middle of a rather boring meeting. One rapid conversation later, he was booking a flight out to his homeland, and she was packing up the kids to go visit "Uncle Francois" in Nice for a few days. Surprisingly, she fit right in with Cobra, while her kids were off in a nice high quality daycare, she was in a environment she loved dearly. In fact, if anything, she loved it more, knowing she wasn't going to have to hold herself back in the field any more. Hobbies: Wine tasting, Clay Sculpting, The Werewolves of Millers Hollow, and Knitting.

(These were the first sets of OCs Night_stalker created for us, though the last two were edited in later, which is why they don’t quite fit and mention other OCs)

#GI Joe #GI Joe: Remixed #GI Joe Fanfic

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chancellormatt · 5 years ago

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Voltron Rewrite Episode Thirteen - All fun and games...

Honerva steps inside the cell, followed by two very nervous-looking guards. The walls within are scarred by energy burns, cutting across the remains of what were once. The table in the middle of the room is empty.

Honerva studies the table, looking troubled. One guard clears his throat.

“We wish we’d noticed sooner, but after the battle...well things were a little hectic.”

“...how did she escape?” Honerva asks.

“We think that the power to this room momentarily failed during the attack, and she was able to free herself from the chair. After that she destroyed the glyphs and must have uh…found her way out.”

Honerva continues to study the empty table for an extended period. Finally she turns to the guards. “Only the soldiers on this base have been permitted to know anything of the truth about us. It must remain that way. If this other Honverva, this...Haggar starts a power struggle within the galra ranks, it will be...unfortunate. She’s to be treated as an imposter and killed on sight.”

“Understood.” The guards salute, and step outside the room.

Honerva sweeps one more look across the room before leaving herself.

***

Keith and Allura stride towards a Garrison rover, with the sun setting on the horizon ahead. They make it all the way to the front doors on either side, when they are stopped by a voice calling over.

“Hey guys wait up!”

They turn to see Hunk running up, dragging with him the reluctant looking Lance and Pidge.

“What’s going on Hunk?” Keith asks, suddenly concerned. “Is it the galra? Did Darktron appear again? Are we under attack-”

“No, no.” Hunk waves a dismissive hand. “I just heard you guys were going out to eat and thought, ‘hey, it's been a while since we all did something as a team.’ So I grabbed these two and decided to ask if there was room for a few more.”

“And I,” Lance says pointedly, “said that they’d probably prefer to be alone...to uh...relax and stuff.” He shoots Keith and apologetic look.

Keith sighs.

“Yeah if you guys would rather keep the group small we can just leave…” Pidge adds.

Allura shoots a quick glance at Keith, then back to the other three. “Well...the more the merrier, I suppose. Let’s all have some fun, why not?”

“Yeah!” Hunk says pumping a fist, while Lance and Pidge roll their eyes.

“Everyone pile in then.” Keith says motioning to the rover.

The five Paladins all cram themselves inside the vehicle, and are soon speeding off towards the setting sun.

***

“So...this is the Landing Pad.” Keith says, holding the door for the others, and waving a hand into the restaurant.

Inside, booth seats lined three of the four walls, with a bar at the back in front of the kitchen, and tables all in between. It appeared to be a busy night, with many of the table filled up by hungry customers.

“It's a great place for Garrison personnel to come take a load off, since it's so close to the base.” Keith explained over the clamor of the room.

“Oh yeah I remember back when me and Hunk were cadets and we used to sneak out and…” Lance clears his throat. “I mean uh, come here totally authorized, and not during hours we were supposed to be studying.”

“Paladin of Voltron, everybody.” Pidge snickers.

Lance shoots her a look.

“Fascinating…” Allura says taking in the view of the restaurant. “...what do you call this sort of establishment, where the everyman eats here on Earth?”

“Uh...it's a diner.”

“A diner…” She says as if the word might be important. “So you frequented this diner often, then?” Allura asked.

“Oh yeah, Shiro used to take me here all the time back in the day. When I’d do well on cadet exams, or broke a racing record, or just when I was feeling down.”

“I see…” She gets a thoughtful look. “...this must have a good deal of history for you then.”

“Yeah I guess so…” Keith smirks, giving a slight shake of his head. “Anyway, we wanna booth or table.”

“Booth…?” Allura says confused.

“Booth it is.” Lance cuts in.

Keith nods nods leading the group over to one of the many booths and sliding in. Hunk slides in first one one side followed by Lance then Keith. Allura and Pidge slide into the opposite booth, the former looking enamored by the quaint setup.

A waitress strolls over, setting of menus in front of each of them.

“Hello there, can I get you all started off on some drinks?”

Allura opens her mouth to speak then hesitates and looks to Pidge with a small smile. “Do you have the heated chocolate here?”

The waitress gives her an odd look.

“She means hot chocolate.” Pidge explains.

“Ah. Course we do, hun.”

“Two of those.”

“Make that three.” Lance pipes up.

“Coke for me.” Keith says.

“Alright, and you big guy?” she directs the question at Hunk.

“Just water for me.” He pats his stomach. “Prefer to save room for the grub.”

“Gotcha, I’ll have those right up for y'all in just a second..” The waitress nods and walks off.

Keith watches Allura as her gaze once more takes in the diner. She smiles to herself and shakes her head.

“You know...back on altea, when I was young, there was a place my father used to take me. ”

“Was it like this place?”

She thought about it. “Not exactly. But there's a similar...aura, I suppose. It was this restaurant and an old friend of my father’s ran. They’d know each other since before my father was king. So every once in a while, my father and I would dress in common clothes and go have lunch. And for a while we weren’t the King and Crown Princess. Just a father and daughter, enjoying a meal.” She smiled, and then shakes her head. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to bore you all more of my reminiscing.”

“Don’t be.” Keith shakes his head. “It's actually nice to hear about some good memories for once.”

“You wanna talk about good memories?” Hunk says. “You all remember the day after I first battle, when Allura and Coran were having us jump through all those hoops, and we ended up getting in a food goo fight?”

Allura laughs. “How could I forget that? That goo wasn’t easy to get out of my dress, you know.”

The other Paladins chuckle.

“You know...that was the first time we really bonded as a team.” Keith ponders after a moment.

“...guess we’ve come a long way, haven’t we?” Hunk adds.

The grow quiet for a moment.

“...I sure hope so.” Lance smirks. “If we still can’t form Voltron without having a food fight first, I think the Coalition’s in big trouble.”

They all laugh at that.

“How…” Pidge stifles a laugh. “...how about that time in the space mall, when that mall cop came chasing after us because he thought we were pirates?”

“And we escaped on a Kalternecker’s back!?” Hunk adds.

Another round of laughs.

“How how about when were playing that game...uh…” Lance heistates, then snaps his fingers. “Monsters and Mana!”

“I...don’t actually think I was there for that one.” Keith points out.

“Oh right because you were…” Lance’s voice trails off, and he cringes.

Keith heistates as well, but then after a moment he smiles. “Why don’t you guys tell me about the game, then?”

“Gladly.” Pidge smirks. “So you start by making a character…”

***

Sincline Lotor sits on the floor inside a cell, alone. His eyes are closed, and he has both arms propped up on his knees. Outside, there is the sound of a door opening followed by footsteps. The door pulls open, revealing Acxa standing there, with Krollia just behind. Both are clad in Blade of Marmora garb.

“You have five minutes. I’ll be right outside, along with a full squad of Garrison soldiers.”

“I understand. Thank you.” Acxa nods.

She steps inside and the door slams shut behind. Lotor remains motionless.

“...hello Lotor.” Acxa finally says.

Lotor opens his purple, glowing eyes. He turns his head towards her, noting her existence then shifts his gaze to the opposite wall.

“It’s...been some time.” She goes on.

Still Lotor remains silent.

She sighs. “Nothing to say for yourself?”

“...in all our years together,” Lotor’s voice comes with a slight rasp, “did I ever give you the impression that I had any interest in talking to traitors?”

Acxa narrows her eyes. “That’s rich coming from the man that claimed he wanted to destroy his own kind.”

“The galra are a plague on this universe. They ravaged everything they can sink their claws into. It is my greatest shame that I share even some of their blood.”

Acxa stares at him for a long time. Finally she shakes her head. “What happened to you Lotor?”

“What happened to me!?” Lotor shoots to his feet, eyes wide with fury. “What happened was I tried to clean up some of the filith in this universe, and lost everything for the effort. Allura, voltron, my empire, everyone turned on me.” He sneers. “Even my ‘loyal’ generals betrayed me in the end. Now all I have to show for it is a ruined face.”

“You really do see it that way, don't you?” Acxa says with surprise.

“What other way is there to see it?” Lotor replies scornfully.

Acxa takes a breath, as if preparing herself. “Fine. I’ll tell you what I saw then. I saw a man I respected, a man of principles, and of honor. A man...a man I cared about.” She hesitates, then shakes her head. “And I watched that man threw away everything he ever cared about out of spite. Because he hated his father with so much blind rage that he couldn’t see how much he was becoming like him.”

“You’re comparing me to him!? Do you know how much-”

“Lotor look at yourself!” Acxa cuts him off. “Look at what you turned yourself into for power! You killed Narti without a second thought! You were murdering people that worshiped to steal their quintessence! Now who does that sound like!?”

Lotor goes very quiet. It's as if all the energy has drained out of him. He slides back down to the floor, with his back against the wall, staring at the floor. Neither say anything for several moments.

Eventually Acxa sighs and turns away, making for the door.

“...did you get what you came for?” Lotor asks.

Acxa pauses at the door. “...no.” She turns back. “I’m not like the other people here. I know you. I know that you did everything you did because you thought it was the best choice at the time. But I also know that somewhere along the way you lost sight of what you cared about. In the end, you spent more time trying to prove Zarkon wrong than helping everyone else. I came here, Lotor, hoping to see if there was still something left of the man I...the man I served under for all those years. The man who fought on the front lines, because he didn’t believe his men were worth less than himself. The man that didn’t care that I was a half-breed, didn’t care I was born in a slum on a far-off, forgotten world. I came hoping to find the man who…” Her voice cracks. “...who took a chance on a half-starved girl that never had anyone else.” She turns away again, and rubs a sleeve across her face. “...I didn’t find him.”

With that, she taps on the door. It slides open, revealing Krollia again. Acxa steps outside.

“Acxa.” Lotor finally says.

She half turns. Lotor looks up, a tired expression on his face. He looks at if he is about to say something then hesitates. He shakes his head suddenly, and returns his gaze to the wall.

“What...what’s with the suit?”

She looks surprised.

“It's the garb of a member of the Blade of Marmora. I’m...training with them now.” Acxa explains. “Wasn’t easy to convince them because of my...previous loyalties. The Paladins put in a good word, though.”

“The rebels.” Lotor says thoughtfully. “I wouldn’t have thought you’d join their number.”

“Desperate times.” She says simply.

“...good luck.”

She stares at him for several moments, then gives a short nod. “Thank you.”

With that Acxa walks away, and the door slams shut, leaving Lotor alone once more.

***

“...so then it turns out the Barmaid was actually the Evil Wizard Dakin all along!” Pidge explains animatedly.

“Woah.” Keith says raising his eyebrows.

“Yeah...man what a great adventure.” Hunk sighs.

“We should see if Coran could host another one sometime.” Pidge says, taking a sip from her hot chocolate.

“Y-ah!” Hunk manages through a mouthful of cheesecake.

“Manners Hunk.” Shiro says.

Hunk swallows. “Sorry.”

Then they all turn in surprise. “Shiro!” they say in unison.

“Hey guys.” He chuckles. “Fancy seeing all of you here. Sp Keith ya took ‘em around to the old place I see.”

“I...yeah.” Keith shrugs.

“Hey why don’t you pull up a chair Shiro?” Lance suggests.

“Yeah.” Hunk agrees.

“Oh I dunno if you want me running all you kids' fun…”

The comment is immediately met with a clamor of refusals.

“Alright alright.” Shiro chuckles dragging a chair over to the end of the booth.

The waitress walks over.

“Coffee, black?” She says.

“You know me too well Cadence.” Shiro smiles.

She nods and walks off.

“So,” Shiro says turning back to the group, “what are we talking about?”

“We were just telling Keith about that time we played Monsters and Mana.” Pidge explains.

“Oh yeah! Did you tell him about my Paladin...Shiro.”

Pidge, Lance, Allura and Hunk all groan. Keith only smirks. “Sounds like you.”

***

Sincline Lotor is pacing in his cell when a burst of purple energy lights up the cell. He jumps back, getting into a defensive stance. When the light fades Haggar now stands in the cell.

“Hello son...It's good to see you alive.”

“I’m not your son, Witch.” Lotor sneers, not dropping his guard. “I didn’t buy that lie then, and I don’t now.”

“You may believe what you wish. But right now there is little time.” She holds out her hand. “We must go. Now, before they discover I am here.”

Lotor steps back. “...why?”

“Why?” Haggar looks confused. “Because you’re being held captive here. Regardless of what you think, I am your mother, and I’m trying to help you. Now, please, we must go.”

Lotor hesitates. “...you spent my entire life caring for nothing by helping Zarkon. The only thing you ever displayed any interest in was in making him more powerful. It didn’t matter who he hurt, or what was destroyed in his wake. It was all for him. And now…” Lotor looks down. “...now that I’ve become like him you suddenly want to help me?”

Haggar looks desperate. “My memory it was...difficult...please there’s no-”

“Enough.” Lotor shakes his head. “I...I don’t know if you and I share blood. I don’t think it really matters. You aren’t my real mother.”

Haggar steps back, as if struck. “...even if you hate me, I can still help you. I’ll free you and after that you can...do as you wish.”

“But-”

"I didn't ask for your help! And I don't want to either. You've never cared about me before, and I don't see any reason why you should now?if you really want to help then leave. And don't come back.”

Haggar steps back looking sick. She is silent for some time. “...I-” “Go!” Lotor growls. “Before I call for the guards.

Haggar gives him one final pained look. Then, in a flash of violet light, she vanishes.

Lotor lets out a deep breath. Then, he sits back on his bed, against the wall and closes his eyes.

***

The Paladins and Shiro are finishing up what remind of their meals, laughing and telling stories, when across the restaurant a man steps up to the small stage there.

"Alright ladies and gents," the man says over a microphone, "it's about that time of night, the band's ready to play. So if y'all wanna move some of these tables over we can open up the floor for some dancing."

The announcement was met by a chorus of excited cries from the other patrons. Tables were shifted as room was made for the presumed dancing.

“Almost forgot it was dance night.” Shiro smiles.

Keith groans.

“What is it?” Allura asks.

“Keith doesn’t dance.” Shiro shakes his head.

“Really?”

“Never.” Keith confirms, pointedly looking away from the stage where instruments were being set up.”

“Man I never knew they had dancing. This place is better than I thought.” Lance remarks.

“You? Dancing?” Pidge says skeptically.

“Oh yeah, I’m a great dancer. I’ve got a few moves that are...” He slicked his hair back. “...pretty smooth.”

“Riiight.” Pidge smirks and rolls her eyes.

The band, quickly having set up, begins to play some experimental notes. People quickly crowd into the dancing floor.

“Alright everyone…” The guitarist said into the microphone. “...we’ll start off the night with a little song called Stars Alive.”

The crowd cheers, and the band begins to play. Its a quick, upbeat song that does a good job of riling up the crowd. Rhythmic dancing brakes out almost immediately.

Lance’s eyes flicker back and forth between the crowd and Pidge. He taps the table nervously. He clears his throat.

“You uh...wanna see them?”

“Huh?” Pidge looks up with confusion.

“Those sick dance moves of mine. You wanna see ‘em? Up close, I mean.”

“Do I…” Pidge glanced out at the crowd. “..want to dance, you mean?”

“Uh...yeah.”

Pidge shifts uncomfortably, and gives an awkward laugh, not meeting his eyes. “I don’t know. Think I’d prefer to watch from here...”

Lance stares at her for a moment, then sighs. He stands up steps over in front of her, and holds out a hand.

“Come on. It’ll be fun.” He attempts a confident smile, only partially succeeding.

Pidge looks at the hand, back to the crowd, then finally down to the floor. Just when Lance looks about to falter, Pidge takes his hand. Lance actually looks surprised that she did. She still doesn’t look up, cheeks flushing. He smiles slightly, and leads her out onto the dance floor.

Allura watches the go, curiously. “Are they…?” She glances around the table.

Keith and Hunk only look confused. Shiro gives a half-smile but shrugs noncommittally. Allura sits back, thoughtful.

Shiro catches Keith’s eye. He nods ever so slightly towards Allura, then towards the dance floor. Keith gives a slight shake of his head, then pretends to get interested in something on the far side of the room. Shiro leans forward, looking at him pointedly. Keith shifts uncomfortably, occasionally shooting a glance at the dancing crowd, then Allura.

Eventually he lets out a long sigh. “...hey Allura?”

“Yes Keith?” She says, turning to him.

“You seem like...you might want to go out there.”

She shrugs, but clearly is excited by the prospect. “I wouldn’t really know what I’d be doing. I’m afraid I know very little of earth styles of dance.”

“I can’t help you there.” Keith snorts.

Shiro clears his throat.

“...but, I guess I could, you know, also be out there. So you’re not as...alone. Or...whatever.”

Her eyes light up. “I thought you never dance.”

Keith suppressed a groan, turning it into a sigh. “Well...everyone’s gotta have fun sometime, right?” He manages a smile.

Allura grins. “It would be my pleasure.”

Then before he can stop her, she grabs Keith by the hand and drags him out of the booth. Shiro laughs as keith is forced to awkwardly try and gain his footing amongst the writhing crowd. Hunk also gives a chuckle.

“Welp,” Hunk says, standing up. “Since everyone else has joined in the fun, might as well get in there too. Time to show these guys what it's like to rumble with a Barrett.”

“Have fun,” Shiro says also standing.

“You aren’t going to join in too?”

Shiro stares out at the crowd for a moment. His eyes fall across each of the Paladins one by one. Finally he smiles and shakes his head.

“Nah. You guys don’t need an old guy like me cramping your style. Besides I’ve got work to do.”

“Oh...well good night then.”

“Night Hunk.”

And with that, Shiro leaves the diner.

***

A pair of Garrison analysts lounge in front of their computers. One is solving a hand-puzzle, while the other seems near sleep. Suddenly the one solving the puzzle gets a beep coming from his computer.

“...what is it?” The other analyst groans, shifting in his chair.

“New communication from deep space. Probably one of those Coalition guys reporting…” The analysts voice trails off as he sits up and looks at his screen more closely. He taps on his computer, and a video begins to play.

The other analyst sids up wide-eyed. The first man reaches over and picks up his communicator without taking his eyes off the screen.

“Get me the Admiral…” The man hesitates“...we got something that the Paladins will probably want to see…”

***

The Paladins are all dancing, moving in time with the music, shooting each other awkward, but amused glances. Even when one of the gets tripped up they all laugh it off as a group. The song comes to an end, and none of them seem ready to speak, just smiling and panting from the effort of exertion.

Then, as one, all of their communicators start pinging. The Paladins release a collective sigh.

“...what’s the situation?” Keith asks, being the first to answer his communicator.

“We’ve just received a message from deep space.” Admiral Sanda explains. “I need all of you back here ASAP.”

“Can...it wait?” Keith asks, tiredly.

“As you’ve pointed out before, none of you answer to me, so I suppose you can come around whenever you please. But I’m pretty sure that Princess is going to be mad if you do.”

“What? This message concerns me?” Allura asks confused.

“Be here. Ten minutes.” The communicator shuts off.

The Paladins share a quick look, then scramble out of the diner.

***

The Paladins rush inside the meeting room where Sanda, Shiro and Kolivan are already waiting.

“What’s all this about?” Keith asks.

Sanda puts a finger to her lips, then presses a small button on a remote in her hand. A holographic projection materializes above the table, showing three cloaked figures. The figure in the middle steps forward.

“This is a message for Voltron and its allies…” The figure pulls down it's hood.

Allura gasps. Before them is a woman with red hair, pointed ears and a small mark under either eye. “...we are alteans, and we need your help.”

Allura’s eyes widen further. The other cloaked figures pull down their hoods, revealing that they too are alteans.

“Prince Lotor is not who we thought he was.” The first woman explains sadly. “We’ve slowly come to realize what a vile madman he is. Those of us that could be trusted worked together to slip us three off the colony. On our way out we stole some information that we believe we can help you to defeat Lotor and free the altean people once and for all. We’ve transmitted, along with this message, a location where we may be able to meet up. If anyone other than the Paladins show up, we will be forced to flee. We can trust no others with this. I can speak no long, without risking discovery by Lotor…”The woman looks down, wearily. When she looks back up, there is a glimmer of hope in her eyes. “Please Voltron...you are our only hope.”

Allura looks as though she wants to reach out and touch her through the projection. The image vanishes.

“That’s the whole message.” Sanda says.

“We have to help them!” Alllura immediately exclaimes. She seems to realize her outburst, and clears her throat. “...we should help them.” Her eyes flicker to Keith, in silent question.

Keith stares at where the image used to be for several moments, looking deep in thought. “...Kolivan, what do you think?”

“I think the likelihood of this being a trap is high.” The galra says.

Keith nods as if expecting this answer.

“But we cannot just abandon them because of what might be!” Allura argues.

“I’m not saying we are, but we can’t jump into this either.” Keith explains.

Slowly, Allura nods.

“Sanda?” keith asks next.

“Oh do you care what I think now?” The admiral asks, bemused.

He gives her a long suffering look.

“Very well. I agree with Kolivan. All warfare is based on deception. It's far too likely that this is a trap. Risking the greatest weapon we have in this war is too great a trade for such a vague reward.”

Keith nods again Allura looks as though she wants to speak up again, but stops herself.

“...Shiro?” Keith asks, finally.

Shiro lets out a sigh. “...it's tough, Keith. Kolivan and Sanda aren’t wrong. This is a big risk.”

Allura’s eyes fall.

“But,” Shiro adds. “We are the Voltron Coalition. We started this to liberate people like the alteans from galra rule. If we ignore this...well I guess it just wouldn’t sit right with me. But at the end of the day, it's your call Keith.”

Keith nods to Shiro. He glances at the other Paladins. “What about you guys?”

Pidge and Lance share a look and shug uncertainty.

“I just dunno man.” Hunk says shaking his head.

Keith’s eyes fall on Allura last.

“...I think you know my thoughts.” Allura says at first. “But I will simply say this: Please don’t abandon them. They’ve been through enough.”

Keith holds her gaze for a long time. Her eyes continue to ask a silent question. After what seems like an eternity, he sighs.

“...Kolivan, I want all the information we have on the enemy movements. Sanda I need the Atlas ready for deep space, I don’t want us out there alone. Shiro find Coran and Romelle, they should see this and I want to know if she can tell us anything about the people in this video.”

“Then we’re…” Allura says hopefully.

“Going? Yes.” Keith nods. “We’re the Voltron Coalition and we don’t leave anyone behind.”

***

Prince Lotor, of Darktron watched as Luca and the other two alteans pulled off their cloaks. They stand in a dark room, with a viewport out into space set in one wall

“That was an excellent performance Luca.” Lotor says. “I am glad you were able to meet me here to do it.”

She smiles. “It is my honor to serve. Though, it pains me to speak of you in such a matter.”

“It was necessary.” Lotor waves a hand dismissively.

“...so what’s now?” Luca asks.

Lotor steps over to the viewport. Gazing out it shows a field of debris from broken space-faring vessels. The druids fly among the wreckage, constructing something. Lotor smiles, causing his scar to stretch taut on his skin. Luca winces noting this, but says nothing.

“...now I break Voltron, and end this war.”

#voltron #voltron season eight #kallura #plance #keith #allura #ship #lotor #lance #pidge #shiro #galra #acxa #rewrite #fix it fic #all fun and games

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devinfm · 5 years ago

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hey there, demons! *ba tum tss* i’m sam and i also write parker ( @prkrfm ) which is the best place to contact me for plotting!

i. stats

𝔣𝔲𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢: jackson willard devin

𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔰: jack, spooky guy, the night watchman

𝔥𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔬𝔴𝔫: salem, massachusetts

𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔟𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔥: ocotber 31st, 1995

𝔷𝔬𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔠: scorpio

𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫: demisexual

𝔬𝔠𝔠𝔲𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫: host of the graveyard shift, a radio program airing every weeknight from 12am to 5am

𝔭𝔬𝔰. 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔰: captivating, witty, resolute.

𝔫𝔢𝔤. 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔰: impulsive, gauche, naive.

ii. history

the graveyard shift is a radio program that airs every weeknight from 12am - 5am in the los angeles area and on apps such as iheartradio. jack hosts the show as his ( thinly veiled ) alter ego the night watchman and discusses topics such as the paranormal, conspiracy theories, and all things horror. it’s one of the most popular programs of the time slot in the country.

iii. extras

huge stoner. high as fuck 90% of the time, and the other 10% of the time he’s probably still high, just not as fuck.

HOWEVER, he did start the area 51 meme from last summer. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

BIG CHAOTIC ENERGY and ZERO IMPULSE CONTROL

a chatterbox with friends but don’t be fooled…he’s been giving his own dad the silent treatment for almost seven ( 7 ) years now. it’s his preferred method of expressing anger towards someone because he isn’t really a fan of confrontation, but he’s maybe a liiiittle bit stubborn.

he has a pet pied ball python named the crypt keeper ( tkc for short ) who he sometimes just carries with him because he likes to just chill wrapped around jack’s hand and arm.

iv. wanted connections

maternal or paternal cousins ( their grandparents probably live in boston or new england but otherwise anything goes for this )

close friends

friends

guests on his radio show

fans / haters of his radio show

people who don’t like him / find him annoying

exes ( 1 - 2, can be on good or bad terms )

“casually dating” but it might get real complicated soon - allie james

( these are just ideas and i’m trash at coming up with stuff, so please don’t feel limited by what’s listed here. )

#excess:intro #just posting for reference!

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chromium-siren · 5 years ago

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The “Present” (Phux)

@kyber-hearts-and-stardust-souls

(So, after I saw this post, ideas began to swirl in my head like crazy. And I wanted to write it. Also, Pudge will make a cameo.)

London, England, 1920 something. Armitage Hux has just finished his set at the Starkiller Lounge, and was grateful that it was finally finished. It wasn’t that he had anything against sharing his jazz music or playing his saxophone, it was just a rather long night. He wanted nothing more than to get a good night’s sleep, so he packed up his instrument, said good night to the bartender and staff, and made his way back to his car. Just as soon as he arrived at his Packard, he heard someone yell out “Oi, bloke!” only to get knocked out. The last thing he remembered was falling to the ground as everything faded to black...

“‘Ey lads, Sleepin’ Beauty’s comin’ around!” someone said in a thick Scottish brogue, which was followed by raucous laughter. Armitage finally came to his senses when he felt trapped by something- he was tied to a chair, rendered immobile, and his saxophone case was strewn on the floor, half-open.

“I demand to know what’s going on!” he yelled in panic, trying to set himself free from his prison of rope. “Let me go!”

“You don’t tell us what to do around ‘ere, mate! We only answers to Big Joe, savvy?” another goon said, circling Hux like a shark. The name hit him- Big Joe. He let out a groan when he realized he was captured by none other than the Parnassos Gang, and he was going to have to come face to face with the infamous leader, Big Joe Phasma. Sure enough, heavy footsteps were heard as the lackeys scrambled about, trying to make themselves appear to be acceptable for when he came in.

“You sit tight and shut yer piehole, boyo!” the Scot from earlier yelled at Hux, who felt his pulse race as the footsteps grew louder and louder. The lackeys stood very still now, as if they were soldiers at attention, when he finally came down the stairs and into the den. Big Joe wasn’t exactly what Armitage though he was going to look like- he expected an obese man smoking a cigar. Instead, a tall, silver haired, and slender man, almost needle-like, walked down the stairs, taking a long drag from a cigarette. When he looked towards Hux, he smiled and let out a booming laugh.

“Well, gentlemen, you managed to get the right one after all. So, this is the famous Armitage Hux my daughter has heard so much about, eh?” he said with a sneer. Mustering up the courage to reply to him, Armitage swallowed his pride and looked the mobster straight in the eye.

“Did you think there was another?” he said defiantly. Insulted, Big Joe backhanded him, causing Armitage to wince.

“Listen to me, boy. You may be cheeky with me now, but I won’t allow it tonight, you savvy? Today’s me darlin’ daughter’s 18th birthday, and she wouldn’t stop blabbing about how wonderful you was. Now, once you come ta yer senses, you’ll get right cleaned up, put on yer white tie an’ tails, an’ give me girl the one thing she’s always dreamed of. Are we clear now, love?”

Armitage sighed heavily, looking over at the pristine white tie get-up reserved for him at the side. He was going to have to go along with him if he wanted to get out of this alive. “As crystal.”

“Good boy,” Big Joe teased, undoing his ropes. “But don’t try nothin’ fishy, ya hear?” he scolded as Armitage sighed in relief. After the confrontation with Big Joe Phasma, the most feared man in Brixton, Armitage prayed that he would make it out of the den alive. A few hours later, Armitage stepped behind the dressing screen provided for him in his elegant outfit and stood on the makeshift stage, warming up for the evening’s performance. A small sextet was arranged behind him and were warming up their instruments as well- probably more musicians that were kidnapped, Hux figured. Big Joe came back down the stairs, holding his cigarette as usual, but this time he held a revolver in the other hand.

“You better make good on this, boy, otherwise yer doomed ta spend the rest of yer life down here, ya savvy?” he hissed, poking Hux with the butt of his revolver. Hux nodded, before heaving a sigh. “All right, Brienne lovely, come on down! Daddy has one ‘ell of a surprise fer ya!” he yelled in a saccharine voice Hux couldn’t think he was capable of doing without spontaneously combusting. There was the sound of high heeled shoes gently clicking which grew louder and closer with every step.

“Alright, Daddy, I just Marcelled my hair a while ago, hold your horses!” Hux heard a voice call out. “I swear, if it’s a Tommy gun, I’m not going to be pleased. I mean I already have a pistol, and... that’s not a Tommy gun,” the voice said, slightly shocked. Finally, the source of the voice was revealed as a tall, beautiful young woman exactly the same age as Hux. Her silver fringed dress showed off her legs, and her short blonde hair was styled in a perfect Marcel wave. Ruby nails gently pet a Persian cat with luxurious white fur, which purred gently as they surveyed the guests assembled. Beautiful sapphire eyes outlined in smoky black kohl glanced over at the stage, and ruby lips were parted into a prim “ooh.”

“Brienne, sweetness, Daddy found you the best birthday gift ever,” Big Joe said, still maintaining that syrupy voice that both Brienne and Armitage winced at. Brienne was shocked to see Armitage mouth “help, he kidnapped me,” but she focused on her father instead. So, she put on an act of surprise while she devised a plan to help send Armitage home.

“Oh, Daddy, thank you so much! This is the best birthday ever!” she squealed, doing a near perfect imitation of Betty Boop as she peppered her father’s sharp cheekbones with a barrage of kisses. Big Joe turned to the musicians and putting on a false smile began to address them.

“Okay boys, strike up the band and give my girl the party she’s dreamed of- or else!” he said with a hiss, before waving his arms in imitation of a conductor. Immediately, Armitage and the other musicians began playing a lively Charleston as the birthday girl and the other young ladies present proceeded to let out a cheer and head to the dance floor, kicking up their heels and whooping as they danced.

Armitage stepped forward and started playing a melodic solo on his alto sax, the golden instrument shining in the light of the room. The girls seemed to dance closer to the stage, just to revel in the notes he played for them, and he shot a wink at Brienne, her face now becoming a light shade of pink as she blushed. The song finished to wild applause, and then the music changed to a sensual tango. Brienne looked wistfully to Hux, who set his saxophone down and got offstage to dance with her.

“So, my father kidnapped you?” she asked him innocently.

“Well, yes, and I really want to get home,” he replied.

“I don't blame you, he always does things like that. Here’s the thing- I can create a diversion, and we can get out together as soon as possible without him noticing. Also, I’ll just call the cops, and hopefully they’ll finally put him to justice!” she whispered.

“Plotting against your own father? Interesting,” Hux replied as he and Brienne continued to tango.

“Well, he’s a terrible person, and I’d rather be living with my mother in Sussex anyway.” The music ended, and with that, Armitage dramatically dipped Brienne, much to her joy.

“Good luck,” he whispered to her as he got back on stage. The band played a soft fox trot as Brienne made her way upstairs, ready to create a distraction of her own. She sneaked into her father’s study and took one of the many Tommy guns he had so generously given her for her birthday, and began to shoot a round of blanks, calling the police afterwards. For good measure, she added a scream of terror as she came running down the stairs.

“Daddy, it’s the Bala-Tik gang! They’ve shown up and want to brawl!” she gasped, pretending to be hysterical. Everyone in the room screamed and began to hurry away from the basement in fear of an impending brawl. Armitage packed up his saxophone and grabbed his clothes, running upstairs in the fray. Just as soon as he made it up and with Brienne, police sirens wailed as the cops pulled up to the house. Big Joe was angry- he was duped by his own daughter!

“Brienne?! How dare you lie to me?!” he roared, almost about to strike her. But she stood her ground, refusing to be scared as he yelled.

“Listen, you’ve done this for far too long! You killed Keldo, you stole my inheritance, you kidnapped and tortured too many people, and you killed my REAL father!” she screamed. “I hate you, you monster!” she yelled, as she watched the mobster and his cronies get carted off to prison, where they were never heard from again. She began to sob quietly, sad that her fortune was being used for criminal means, and she would never get it back. Armitage gently held her, letting her cry in peace.

“Brienne, are you alright?” he asked her.

“N-no. I have nothing. The cops are probably gonna raid the mansion, and I can’t contact my mother yet. What am I supposed to do?” she asked.

“Well... you could stay with me for a while, if that would make you happy,” he said. Gently, Brienne hugged Armitage, as she pressed a kiss to his cheek gently.

“Thank you so much, Armitage, You’re one of the few people who’s truly been kind to me.” Just as Brienne predicted, the police came to raid the mansion- but there was a silver lining. The man who claimed to be her father was sentenced to life in prison with no hope of escape, and both the mansion and inheritance were reverted back to Brienne and her true mother. But the true gift that came from the whole ordeal was the society wedding of Armitage Hux and Brienne Phasma, and they stayed together for many long, happy years.

#my writing #phux

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