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realitybitesyouknowit · 3 months ago
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Terence Higgs & Harry Potter, Miles Bletchley & Harry Potter, Harry Potter & Fred Weasley & George Weasley, Miles Bletchley & Terence Higgs, Miles Bletchley/Terence Higgs, Harry Potter & Slytherin Students Characters: Miles Bletchley, Harry Potter, Terence Higgs, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Slytherin Students, Slytherin Quidditch Team Members, Marcus the Snowman Additional Tags: Fluff, Christmas Fluff, Good Slytherins, Hogwarts Inter-House Friendships, Not Canon Compliant, Cute Harry Potter, Slight Character Bashing, It's only a couple of lines, The Author Regrets Nothing, Tumblr Prompt, Prompt Fic, Friendship, Pre-Relationship, First Christmas, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Yuletide, Rare Pairings, I keep forgetting this tag and adding it days or months later, Protective Slytherins Series: Part 18 of Of Fests and Prompts [Ao3 & Discord Prompts] Summary:
Prompt: Day 21 - “Why are you moving the snowman?” “I want it to sleep comfortably.” Written for the HP Yuletide Bliss 2022
Miles was going to spend the Yule break with his Slytherins friends, the Weasley twins and Harry Potter. It promised to be hectic. Only Harry could convince him to give up a quiet Yule to join a bunch of chaotic teens without adult supervision. At least George was there to take plenty of pictures of Harry enjoying his first real Christmas.
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kumkaniudaku · 4 months ago
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Stay A While
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Summary: Terry's back home and trying to make amends with an old friend.
Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black!OC
Word Count: 3,944
Part: 1 of ??
Warnings and Notes: None. This one's a safe for work slow burn. Enjoy.
Drunk minds speak sober thoughts. Or at least Terry hoped that was the case as his thumb hovered over a familiar name in his contact list. A dingey hole in the wall became a haven on the tail end of his journey back to some sense of normalcy. He was down a bike, a truck, and a piece of his heart but continued to press on until fatigue forced him to stop for rest. The owner, a small woman with a big voice noticed his rough appearance as he passed by on foot and invited him inside to duck an incoming storm. She wouldn’t take no for an answer, even when he repeated that he had ground to make up before nightfall.
When she asked if he needed help he politely and foolishly declined all but a glass of brown liquor and access to an outlet. That same whiskey and a sprinkle of Motown-era love songs playing on a rickety jukebox had broken a grown man down enough to reach out to the one person who might still be willing to take him in. Even if only for a night.
Searching for extra courage, Terry took another sip of lukewarm Jack Daniels before tapping his phone screen. The line rang once, twice, and then a third time before a short pause signaled the call had connected. 
The silence on the other him was loud, forcing him to speak up first. 
“Hello?”
Fading voices and shuffling in the background were the only indicators of a presence on the other line, making Terry feel embarrassed for starting a call in the first place. 
He cleared his throat before speaking again. “Hey, look… if now’s not a good time I ca -” 
“Terrence? Did you mean to call me?” 
“I, uh…yeah. I did. I’m sorry. I should’ve -” 
“Are you okay? It’s loud wherever you are. You good? You hurt?” 
“I could tell you if you would give me a chance to answer,” he chuckled. His amusement made her kiss her teeth in annoyance. “I’m okay. I’m a little banged up, but I’ve seen worse. I’m somewhere between Charlotte and home. Stopped in this spot for a drink and somewhere to sleep for the night.” 
“And what does that have to do with me?” 
Terry took another swig of whiskey and sighed. “Nothing, really. I was hoping I could see you, though. You know, when I make it back tomorrow.”
“You staying anywhere when you get here?” 
“Not yet, but I’ll find somewhere. I know how to survive.”
“TJ…,” More silence. Thick. Long. Full of tension and years of baggage that they had yet to discuss. The other voice sighed before answering. “Come on by. I’ll have the back room ready for you. You need toiletries?” 
Terry’s face softened into a near smile at the invitation. “Yes ma’am. A meal would be nice, too.” 
“Okay. I’ll have you something if you can get here before dark tomorrow. Please be safe, Terrence. I mean it.” 
Before he could attempt to extend the conversation, the call ended, leaving her contact photo in full view. Terry allowed a slow grin to spread across his face just as a short text with her address came across the screen. 
“Another round, brother?” 
Terry looked up from his phone to find an expectant expression on the bartender’s face. He shook his head and reached for the wallet in his back pocket. “Nah, but thanks, man. Think I’m gonna close my tab, actually. I gotta see about a bus ticket before it’s too late.” 
“If you heading to her,” the man started, pointing toward Terry’s phone. “you need a cut, man. A lineup. Something. You look like what you been through. If you got $20, I can get you right.” A slight frown and knitted eyebrows in response made the bartender shoot his hands up in surrender. “I don’t want no problems, big dog. I just know what it’s like to see your lady after a hard time. Let me help you.” 
A quick look into the black mirror of his cell phone screen forced Terry to reckon with his appearance. He couldn’t remember his last haircut and his mustache was starting to dwarf his upper lip. He sighed and reached into his back pocket. 
“Extra $10 and you can get the face too?” 
“Extra $20 and I’ll get you where you going myself.” 
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City noise had long been replaced by suburban quiet by the time Terry’s destination came into view. His friend back at the bar was true to his word and arranged transport that turned a 6-hour journey into 2 hours of UGK on the speakers, a little privacy, and AC on the hottest summer day so far.  
After exchanging pleasantries and cash, Terry stepped out of the cramped Honda onto the smooth driveway pavement. Every house, street sign, and front yard looked exactly as he remembered them, bringing mixed emotions forward.
The short journey to her front step felt arduous for his tired legs, but he persisted until he was mere inches from the front door. He lifted his arms and prepared to knock but stopped short when it swung open unexpectedly. 
“Knocking when I can hear those heavy feet from a mile away is courteous but unnecessary.” 
He chuckled and rubbed a hand down the back of his head. “Good to see you too, Treece.” 
Patrice greeted him with a half smile as she studied his appearance from toe to head. A few years and a little extra weight had done wonders. She settled on his eyes and softened her gaze. “You look good, TJ. Come in here and cool off.”
Stepping inside her home felt like walking into a time capsule. He’d spent so many after-school days and summer nights here that it felt like his childhood home not too far up the road. Photos from yesteryear lined the walls on the way to the living room where nothing had changed except new furniture and a bigger television on the TV stand. The heat from the oven mixing with a slight chill from the air conditioning unit kept the room comfortable enough to nap if he could settle for more than a few minutes. 
Terry’s eyes drifted from his surroundings to Patrice as she led the way. Long braids covered the back of a high school t-shirt and jean shorts. Her brown skin had become golden under the North Carolina sun, making her glow a little in the morning light. Grown woman weight had settled onto her once thin frame, transforming her into a more of a mini version of her mother than before. All the changes he’d imagined when he had a free second were ions better in person.
Patrice gestured toward the leather recliner in the corner without speaking, inviting him to take a seat and settle in on her way to the stove.
They existed without words for a few minutes while she took fresh biscuits out of the oven and arranged them next to sausage patties and an omelet on one of her good porcelain plates. Terry trained his attention on his shoes, trying and failing to find a way to break the ice. He wanted to apologize. Confess his wrongs and desires in one grand speech designed to erase nearly ten years of absence. But the words wouldn’t form in his throat and the moment came and went. 
Balancing a dinner tray in one hand and orange juice in the other, Patrice carefully made her way to his spot in the living room. Seeing her kind eyes calmed his nerves and set his chest ablaze.
“No more pork for you, right? This is chicken sausage from my Nana and them in the country.” She asked as she sat the tray on his lap. 
He nodded in appreciation. “Yeah. You remembered?” 
“You ain’t been gone that long, TJ. I still know who you are and what you like. That orange juice don’t have pulp in it either.” 
“Thank you,” he said sheepishly before hanging his head to pray. 
“Any time.” 
A re-run of A Different World became the only sound in the room outside of an occasional content sigh from Terry as he tore through his breakfast. Patrice watched in amusement until her broad smile caught his attention. He slowed in embarrassment and returned the stare long enough to induce loud laughter from both of them. 
“I look crazy, huh?” 
“No,” she assured with a sweet smile. “You just look like you're happy to be back home, is all. Fayetteville missed you.” 
“All of Fayetteville or someone specific?” 
“Don’t start, TJ.” 
“I’m only asking a question.” He answered without making eye contact. “You know you’re the only one who still calls me that?” 
“What? TJ? That’s your name.” 
“Yeah, but…you know. It’s not 2010 anymore.” 
Patrice shrugged and settled deeper into the couch. “Considering that’s about the last time I saw you in the flesh, I guess it stuck for me. But, I can call you Terrence if you like.” 
“Nah, TJ’s good. I like it. From you…specifically.” 
The pair exchanged equally bashful looks, both too shy to say anything that would incriminate themselves. Instead, they watched the television in silence and stole looks until a commercial break took away their distraction. 
Without speaking, Terry began to gather dishes and stand, prompting Patrice to rush over before he could move too far. 
“Treece, I can do it.” 
“I know,” she answered in a sing-song voice while sliding the tray from his grasp. “But I haven’t done this for you in a while. Let me love on you a little bit.”
His eyes tracked her every move until she was behind him at the kitchen sink. Boyish nervousness made him twiddle his thumbs until words came rushing out like water from a burst pipe as he sat back down.
“So, how you doing? How you been?” 
“I’ve been okay. Mostly work and no play, you know. Thankful to be out of that classroom for a few weeks and get some peace.” 
“Yeah? Kids driving you crazy?” 
“Baby, the kids, their parents, and my parents are driving me to drink,” she laughed. “I can’t catch a break.” 
“What about your man? He driving you crazy?” 
Patrice scoffed and shook her head. Her mama and his mama talked too much. Terry chewed his bottom lip, hoping he didn’t offend. 
“We…aren’t together anymore. Hard to build a family together when he’s off building one across town.” 
Terry craned his neck around the armchair to make sympathetic eye contact. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know that part. I wouldn’t have said anything.” 
“It’s alright. I gave it to God a long time ago. Maybe I’m not meant to be anybody’s wife yet.”
“Maybe you weren’t meant to be his wife.” 
“Well, it’s not like any suitors are knocking down my door for my hand in marriage.” 
“Probably because you keep swinging it open before anybody gets a chance.” 
Patrice rolled her eyes and flashed her middle finger in Terry’s direction. “Ha-ha. I see you didn’t lose your jokes at Lejeune. Only your ability to keep in touch.” 
Her retort left a shallow cut in Terry’s ego, making him turn his attention back to the television. He knew he’d broken a decades-old promise and that atoning for his sins would take time. But he also knew that, at any moment, Patrice could send him back into the world with nothing more than a full belly and a swift kick in the ass. He had to tread lightly. 
Taking the lull in conversation as his opportunity to lick his wounds in private, Terry stood and gathered his belongings in both hands. Patrice watched him from her spot with an apologetic expression. 
“You don’t have to leave. Got a couple errands to run so it’ll be quiet in here. Take the whole couch if you want.” 
“That’s alright, but thank you. Figure I can make myself useful and cut the yard. Maybe unpack some of this stuff if that’s alright with you. You got a mower?” 
“Yeah, it’s back there,” she answered, gesturing toward the backyard with her head. “Will you be here when I get back?” 
Sensing the hidden motivation behind her question, Terry dropped his bag to the ground and made his way into the kitchen. Cautiously, he leaned down to press a short kiss to Patrice’s forehead before using his index finger to tilt her head upward and meet his eyeline. “Yes. I promise. You don’t need to worry about me.” 
Her eyes fluttered closed for a half second while she nodded her understanding. A wave of relief made the hair on her arms stand at attention but she quickly bit back any urge to engage further. 
“You looked tired when you got in,” Patrice started, turning her back to Terry to conceal her flustered face. “I cleared Junior’s old bed back there. It’s a little small but sturdy. The sheets are fresh. Let me know if you need more blankets. I like it cold at night.” 
“I’ll survive, girl. I’ve slept in worse places than a full-sized bed. Thank you.” 
A split second of hesitation kept their eyes glued to one another until Terry ended the stalemate by backing out of the room and disappearing down the hallway. 
Patrice took his absence as an opportunity to compose herself. Busy hands and racing thoughts fueled a cleaning marathon until tasks that had long fallen to the bottom of her to-do list were crossed off. 
For hours they co-existed without many words exchanged. Occasionally, Patrice would steal glances at Terry while he meticulously tended to the lawn and bushes. When he could, Terry made a point to brush up against her when he walked past and agree with each of her many suggestions. Being in her space was enough for him and he dared not upset the natural harmony. 
By the time dinner rolled around, they had found a groove. A quiet dinner led to an even quieter cleanup shift and quick good nights exchanged after watching Jeopardy together. 
Terry left Patrice to her own devices while he fought to acclimate to such cushy surroundings. Try as he might, he couldn’t get used to the soft mattress below him or the near-frigid temperature in the house. Tossing and turning left him unsatisfied. The walls felt like they were converging. Flashbacks were turning into night sweats. He needed to escape.
Slowly, he slid out of bed and into a pair of slippers Patrice had gifted him earlier in the day. Measured steps help him sneak past her bed bedroom, out of the back door, and down into the backyard without causing a disturbance. 
The early June air was balmy, clinging to the skin beneath his t-shirt. In the distance loud bass from someone’s car speaker vibrated until it was out of earshot. Dogs barked and howled to salute the moon worked in tandem with the faint smell of charcoal cooling from a night of backyard barbecues to remind him that he was far from the trouble of Shelby Springs. 
It’d been a while since he could enjoy the night without being on high alert. The last week was a special kind of hell that he feared he could never shake. The urge to flee was beginning to creep in like the tide, threatening to wash away what little progress he’d made.
After a few deep breaths and mumbled prayer, Terry retreated to a porch swing to rest his weary legs. His shoulders relaxed as soon as his backside met the aged oak and, almost instantly, he felt safe enough to close his eyes. One deep breath turned into another until he was drifting into his first peaceful sleep in weeks. 
Minutes passed like seconds. Thoughts slowed to a halt. His heartbeat regulated. Near bliss was upon him.
Inside, a single lamp flipped on to illuminate Patrice’s path as she searched the house for her guest. His room and bathroom had turned up empty results with almost no sign that he’d been there throughout the day. He wasn’t on the couch or in the kitchen raiding the fridge like she half expected. Worry had all but made her pass out until she heard the slight creak of her swing on the porch, making his head appear and disappear from the window above the sink.
She couldn’t fully open the door before Terry opened one eye and looked in her direction. She froze and he smiled.
“Feet not as heavy as you thought, huh?” 
“Yeah, yeah. If I’d known you trade in a bed for this old thing I wouldn’t have wasted my time on laundry.” 
“Hey, I built this old thing, remember?”
Patrice chuckled at the memory and pointed at the metal chain keeping the swing in place. “Damn near lost a finger behind it, too.”
“Would’ve been worth it knowing you were happy.” Patrice nervously shifted her weight from left to right under Terry’s intense gaze while he took his turn to look her over. Finally noticing her awkwardly standing between the screendoor, he motioned to the spot beside him. “Sit with me for a second.”
Patrice visibly wrestled with her decision but ultimately joined him. They maintained a careful distance, being sure to keep their individual limbs from connecting for fear that the mere sensation would set them ablaze. They played a childish game of cat and mouse until Patrice spoke.
“I was rude earlier,” Patrice confessed while fiddling with the hem of her t-shirt. Terry closed his heavy eyes to cure the burning sensation growing by the minute but acknowledged her statement with a confused grunt. She continued. “I never asked how you were doing. The whole thing about my ex sort of brought up old feelings.” 
He frowned, hurt by her revelation. “You know I wasn’t trying to hurt you, right?” 
“You never are. Same ol’ honorable TJ. Terry, I mean.” 
“TJ for you.” 
Again he popped one eye open and paired it with a grin that disamered Patrice and made her giggle like her high school self. The sound had him resolve that he’d spend his whole life making stupid faces if it meant she’d get some joy from them. 
“You ready to tell me everything I missed or are you content with popping up on my porch? And how long do you plan to be here eating all my food, anyway?” 
“I don’t think you wanna hear that,” he answered in an attempt to dodge the loaded question. Patrice persisted. 
“No, I do. I see the tattoos and the fresh haircut. TJ turned into a man while he was gone. At least let me get to know this new person.” 
“I grew up,” he sighed after some time. “Gained some. Lost a lot. Still trying to pick up the pieces.”
“What’d you lose?” 
“Lately? Money. Family. Shit, my mind.” 
“Why?”
“Mike died.” An abrupt interruption of an already complicated conversation brought forth a long pause. He waited for an interjection but found none, prompting him to offer more details. “He was killed. In jail. I tried to get him out and bring him home but I was too late.” Terry answered without making eye contact. Shame wouldn’t allow him to meet her potential judgment.
Patrice mentally cycled through names and faces until she realized the gravity of Terry’s statement. She reached out to breach their unspoken barrier and grabbed his hand which he accepted with no pushback.
“You wanna talk about it?” 
“Not really,” he answered before squeezing her hand and finally returning her eye contact. “I handled everything. It’s over for now. I’m here with you. We can focus on that.” 
“Even though you keep skipping how long you’ll stay.”
Patrice’s warmth was starting to take a backseat to her cold nature. Old wounds had started to re-open and rebuild a wall they both thought they’d successfully hurdled. Despite her attempt to pull her hand out of his grasp, Terry stayed put. He eyed her for a moment, picking up on a thin veil of tears threatening to form at her water line. 
She watched his normally steely blue-gray eyes soften into something that mirrored the softness he carried when they were kids. She couldn’t find the gumption to look away as he brought her knuckles up to his lips for a set of short kisses before looking back up at her. Pleading. Begging for any indication that she had softened her heart toward him. 
“Treecey, I’m sorry. I don’t know how else to say it. You meant more to me than the way I left and I pray every day for a chance to make it right. We crossed a line that night and I wasn’t sure what to do. I didn’t handle that like a man should have. I’m sorry until I’m blue in the face.” 
Sincerity was thick in his voice despite his low, even tone. 
Patrice listened without a word. A single tear cascaded down her face despite her valiant attempts to keep her emotions at bay. She swore she’d never cry about Terrence Richmond again. But old habits die hard. 
Terry used his free hand to swipe away that tear and the next one sitting at her lower lash line with the pad of his thumb.
“Say something,” he pleaded. “Anything. Tell me you hate me.” 
“You know I don’t hate you,” she whispered, too choked up to continue without a deep breath. “I…I just feel like you took a piece of me with you, you know? And you never wrote back. You never called. You shut me out like we were never friends. We could’ve gone back to how things were.” 
“I fucked that up.” 
“I’m aware. But that doesn’t mean that I trust you won’t do it again. No matter how much I don’t hate you, I’m not eighteen anymore. My patience is thin. I can’t allow you to turn my world upside down again.” 
“Hand to God I wouldn’t dream of it.” 
“Yeah. I hope so.” Though she whispered, Patrice’s words sliced through Terry like a hot knife through butter. 
He hung his head in defeat as she pulled her hand from his grasp and made quick work of standing from the bench. Her footsteps retreated past him and to the back door until she paused. 
He looked over his shoulder to find her eyes closed and chin pointed to the sky in contemplative silence. This was it. The final blow. 
She took a deep breath and stared straight ahead. “Stay as long as you want. Junior’s living with his girlfriend now, so nobody’s coming to make you leave. Tomorrow, we can go get you some new clothes. I’m tired of looking at those raggedy t-shirts already.” 
Terry took her jab in stride and gave her a half smile as a sign of compliance. “Yes ma’am. Thank you.” 
“Mhm. Lock the door behind you when you come in.” 
“Good night, Treecey.” His farewell came in an annoyingly sweet voice as a last-ditch effort to drag some loving words from her. Patrice stopped and gave him one more once over and a dismissive eye roll.
He waited for the ghost of a smile that disappeared before he could blink. She shook her head and took a step inside the house.
“Shut up, Terry. Go to bed.” 
Terry hid his amusement until she was out of sight, leaving him alone to grin at how even her rebukes felt like love letters. 
“Shut up,” he repeated to himself as he closed his eyes to doze again. “Hm. I’ll take it.” 
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madwomansapologist · 2 years ago
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Hello! I noticed that you have Brooklyn nine nine in your masterlist
As a fan of B99, May I request a wholesome headcanon of Rosa Diaz, Amy Santiago, Jake Peralta, Charles Boyle and Terrence Jeffords' reaction of meeting the reader who is captain Raymond Holt and kevin cosner's adoptive child and is working in the 99th precinct
Sorry if this is long
99th precint meeting Kevin & Holt adoptive child would include
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synopsis: The squad already knew that Raymond Holt is a man of few words, but who would have thought that he had a child?
warnings: none. gender neutral. no race implied. no age implied. like jake and amy, everyone deserves to feel like Holt and Kevin's kid. all b99 detectives included. reader have Holt and Kevin's personality.
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Dear 99th Precint, I proudly inform you that today will be my child's first day of work as a rookie cop in our precinct. Don't embarrass me. Sincerely, Raymond Holt.
• No one had ever heard Raymond talking about having a child. They never saw a photo of them on his house. Kevin never mentioned something. Or have them? No. No, they didn't.
• Even Gina was surprised. She was mean about it, of course, but she didn't knew anything.
• When Holt arrived, everyone was waiting for him on his office. Peralta tried to play cool before asking, but soon Terry was screaming about how could he have a child and didn't say anything to them.
Haymond answered without blinking an eye: "Peralta would make it weird." Everyone understood. "Hey!" Everyone except Peralta. "But why you don't have pictures with them on your house?" Amy asked. "Are you implying I would forget my child's face, Santiago?" Holt was clearly offended.
• You arrived apologizing for being three minutes and seven seconds late. Rosa widened her eyes, muttering about you being his copy. Holt smiled at that comment.
• Jake tried to act like a cool big brother but as soon as you opened your mouth he was fangirling over you. You made a mental note about calling him "bro" if you ever needed something from him or wanted to make him happy. Every single little thing you did was a reason for him to smile widely.
• Terry offered to show you the place, and told you everyone's name. He was all sweet and polite, acting like the dad of the squad. Well, he was. Terry made questions about your training and abillities. He was trying to show off, and it was working.
• Amy was affraid of saying something wrong. Amy danced when you said your father talked about her, and immediately regreted that. All her atempts of acting cool were imterrupted by Gina's jokes. She almost cried when you refered to her as your father's apprentice.
• Hitchcock and Scully thought you were already working with them. They didn't get what was happening. Holt was so glad when they went to took a nap.
• You and Rosa sat down and spent thirty minutes in absolute silence. It was the best experience of your entire life.
• Gina was waiting for you in the hallway of the bathroom. She asked if you wanna form a alliance with her. You obviously said yes, despite not knowing what she really meant by that.
• You were surprised for not meeting Boyle. On your lunch break, you realized why: he had rushed to prepare a meal for the two of you. He and Terry got into a fight about food while you were eating. It was exactly like your father told you. It was perfect.
• You have a nice feeling about working there.
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beehiveofblorbos · 6 months ago
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my predictions for season 3 plot beats for the main six. Under the cut because it’s LONG. My favorite part of it is the third bit, where I discuss why I think Remi is likely to kill someone next season. Predictions are numbered for ease of navigation.
1. The main cast will end up staying at Cameron’s home. This isn’t a bold one, but the three free groups of highly plot relevant characters are split up across different places. Leilah and Darren are in Neil’s territory to the north (which might include New Bostin considering it’s a low tier area and Sera kinda implies they’re not far), Remi Isen and Kuyo are staying at Grayson’s apartment, and John and Sera are with Cameron.
To be more specific, probably Leilah and Darren will end up linking up with Jera and Cameron first, then Kayden will follow, then Kuyo Remi Isen. I think Grayson’s apartment will get raided (it’s explicitly said to be temporary when they first use it, and Blyke’s capture means that it’s compromised) which will force Cameron to take them all in (he’ll need to have had some development by then).
I kinda think Grayson’s apartment raid will be a bit later in the season, if only because I imagine it as the trigger for Remi Isen and Kuyo to be much more impulsive about saving Blyke, as they understand the depth of the danger he’s in. Or maybe even (if im lucky) John will be impulsive about it, knowing from that that Blyke is dealing with Keon and that Blyke doesn’t deserve that.
2. Blyke and Rein will break out together, just as John Sera Remi Isen and Kuyo arrive to save him. Well, this one is pretty complex, let’s break it down into pieces.
I def think Blyke and Rein will link up, and Rein will get clued in as far as what’s going on with Arlo there, and Blyke will learn more about Spectre. Probably more angst as far as Arlo maybe being seen walking free around the facility or even sneaking away to visit them and get some answers after he begins to recover his memories.
Rein of course kinda needs to break out soon, because if she doesn’t she’ll die à la Terrence. If she did though that would be kind of boring and a waste of her character. Plus, as she was part of Orrin’s faction, perhaps she’ll have some more info to offer as far as his ability and what his greater plans are.
I can’t see John not being part of the rescue mission to save Blyke. This is in large parts because Blyke is being subjected to Keon, so they have yet another bond/similarity now. Plus, John’s even had a panel dedicated to him thinking about how Blyke Remi and Isen don’t deserve readjustment during the convo about what readjustment looks like with Arlo
And Remi and Isen coming for Blyke was never even in question. Even Kuyo’s initial connection to the vigilante trio was Blyke.
3. Remi will kill someone. Remi is the only member of the main cast who hasn’t had some sort of big mistake era to come back from, and I think hers will be nothing less than murder.
She’s always been extremely reckless and prone to losing control of her emotions, especially when it comes to facing EMBER. in the Main Cast v Authorities Ambush battle in the last episodes of season 2, we get this series of images:
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So first, Remi’s the one who initiates this talk of murdering. After all, it’s been her focus the entire time. These are the people who killed her brother. Makes sense.
There’s some banter I’m not including because it’ll be in later images, then they fight. Once Arlo and Isen join them, they manage to knock Farrah out. And then she gets back up. And then we get this:
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Arlo’s the one who brings it up. But ultimately; he can’t do it, when the moment calls for it. And as he’s joining the authorities at the top of season 3 more than likely, he won’t get another chance to revisit this choice soon.
Enter Remi. It’s her directly reacting to the suggestion of killing Farrah, it’s her who gets focused on during the flashback to Farrah’s little speech about why murder is valid morally. It’s Remi who essentially says that murder is an acceptable option if it’s a choice between the lives of her friends and the lives of her enemies.
And then this:
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Remi, getting focused on AGAIN even though presumably all of the focus should be going to Arlo. It’s his scene after all… right? Or is it a surprise tool to help us later.
AND Remi’s arguably the one who suffered the greatest personal losses due to this ambush. Blyke is her presumptive love-interest as well as one of her best friends whom she personally dragged into this, and Arlo is her protector and even possibly brother figure (based on her saying Rei saw him as a brother, the implication to me is that she does too). AND on top of all that, Remi’s had a huge power boost, now on-level with Rei when he died.
If she does, I can totally see it either being an encounter with a new Spectre agent or during the mission to rescue Blyke from prison (doing it in front of Arlo, setting him back on his path to rejoining the other main six, is peak drama, peak angst, peak Uru).
4. Jane will reunite with John. This is kind of a lowball, but I think we’ll also get at least one fight with Jane if we’ve got her level. I definitely think she needs rescued first thing because it’s her blood both antagonist orgs are using to become bigger threats, and also Cameron needs to become a decent character in one season instead of being the terrible wine uncle who has about the same level of emotional maturity as a seventeen year old.
5. Kass will bring Arlo back to his senses/help him regain his memories. Additionally, Arlo will be hunting down Spectre. For normalcy reasons, I suspect that Arlo is gonna end up becoming a full time employee for the authorities, still working under Kass. He might get taken-in to the EMBER department, but I doubt it and here’s why:
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Farrah herself comments on the issue. She later mentions Valerie “pulling some strings” (S2 finale ep) to save Arlo, which suggests to me that he won’t be getting a combat position. Instead, he’ll help hunt down Seraphina and John due to them being Spectre associates.
Kass will recognize the behavior change from when she and Arlo last spoke about EMBER and be able to help him snap out of it and prevent him from making any decisions he’ll regret.
6. The game of Unopoly John played with the Safe House will become relevant. This sort of isn’t directly related to the main cast, but idk I just wanna point out that John played a game of Unopoly with the Safe House members and games in this webcomic always become relevant/have a second meaning/foreshadow future events. I can’t find it no matter how I try, but I’d love to see it again as it’s the only game we currently have outstanding without a meaning to it.
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eunchancorner · 2 months ago
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Little Brothers Burn Bridges (TTT)
I felt something deep within my soul telling me to write this
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“Sven! Welcome back! I’ve missed you! What took you so long to come back?”
“It was nothing, Earrings. How are Pa and Dad?”
“Oh, they’re… fine. They’re still upset about being demoted, but it’s okay! Do you… Do you know why they were demoted, Sven? You know them better than I do…”
“It’s… It’s not important. Is my room prepared?”
“Wait, Sven, if you know, tell me, please. It’s been bugging me so much!”
“I said it’s not important.”
“And I’m telling you it is!”
“Just drop it!”
“Sven, as your big sister, I’m telling you to tell me what you know!”
“And as a grown man, I’m telling you it’s none of your business!”
“Sven! If you know why our dads were demoted, then I have just as much of a right to know, too!”
“It’s none of your business, Earrings! God, if Pa was smart enough to throw him farther we wouldn’t even have this discussion!”
“... Throw who farther?”
“... I’ve said too much already.”
“Sven, throw who farther?! What did Pa try to do?!”
“That’s between me, Pa and Dad!”
“Sven, I am part of this family, too! Now tell me! I have just as much a right to know as you do!”
“We… Pa… When they were rescuing Henry from the Wall, it was Pa’s job to catch him if he couldn’t reach the balcony. But… Pa, Dad and I had a plan. If Henry failed to make it on his own, he was to die. Pa would drop him and say he had slipped. Then, he’d take back his place as leader.”
“... what?”
“You see the logic, right?! Pa is a far better leader than Henry is! Henry came in and took over-”
“Pa gave Henry control by admitting defeat. The fact that Henry took over is no one’s fault but his own! He should be happy he’s alive and free! But no, of course not! All you three ever think about is power, power, power! Not once do you stop to consider loyalty to someone higher than you! Henry is a wonderful leader who actually cares about us, who doesn’t see us as pawns in some little game but as actual people. If you plot to overthrow someone who’s actually taking care of people simply because you’re angry that he took over, peacefully, I might add, then how much of a Toppat are you?!”
“Pa wouldn’t do something so terrible as taking over the whole clan!”
“PA KILLED THE LAST LEADER, SVEN!”
“Terrence needed to die!”
“And Henry does, too?! Does Henry need to die for fairly beating Pa and then sparing his life when he could have easily killed him?! Does he need to die for pushing you away from your third-in-line spot?! Or are you, Pa and Dad just traitors to the Toppat name, brewing senseless hatred to justify your own desires?!”
“Earrings, you can’t really think-”
“I don’t want to hear it, Sven! If this is how you really think, can I even call you a fellow Toppat? … Can I even call you a brother?”
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beardedmrbean · 4 months ago
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Federal agents have raided the homes of top aides and confidants to New York Mayor Eric Adams, including the city’s police commissioner, in what appeared to be a major corruption probe at the heart of America’s biggest city.
In addition to NYPD Commissioner Edward Caban, the raids on Wednesday and Thursday targeted the city’s deputy mayor for criminal justice, Philip Banks III, his brother, schools Chancellor David Banks, First Deputy Mayor Sheena Wright, and a third Banks brother, Terrence Banks, who is not a city official, local media reported.
"Investigators have not indicated to us the mayor or his staff are targets of any investigation," Lisa Zornberg, the mayor’s chief counsel, said in a statement. "As a former member of law enforcement, the mayor has repeatedly made clear that all members of the team need to follow the law."
As he left City Hall in lower Manhattan on Thursday afternoon, Adams, a former police captain, told reporters, “The goal is to follow the law and that is what this administration always stood for and what we’re going to continue to stand for.”
The search warrants at the homes of the deputy mayors and the schools chancellor were first reported by the nonprofit news outlet The City. The seizure by federal agents of the police commissioner’s phones was first reported by Spectrum News NY1.
While New York, like most big cities, has had its share of scandals, the search warrant on Police Commissioner Caban, by investigators from the U.S. attorney’s office in Manhattan, was striking.
“It’s unprecedented for a commissioner to even be mentioned in the context of a federal criminal investigation,” said Hank Sheinkopf, a veteran Democratic political consultant. While other police commissioners oversaw the NYPD during federal probes of the department’s practices, and of individual officers, “not one of them had a federal search warrant served on them,” Sheinkopf said.
A spokesman for the U.S. attorney’s office in Manhattan declined to comment, as did the FBI.
More: NYC Mayor Eric Adams wants changes to sanctuary city laws, increased cooperation with ICE
Adams is known for keeping a tight circle of friends and confidants, many of whom date back to his days in the police department.
Deputy Mayor Philip Banks is a former top NYPD official who was named as an unindicted co-conspirator in an earlier federal bribery probe. His brother, schools Chancellor David Banks, is the romantic partner of First Deputy Mayor Sheena Wright.
Adams adviser Timothy Pearson, who was also reportedly served with a search warrant, is a former police inspector. Pearson and Terrence Banks could not be reached for comment.
This week’s raids were unrelated to an ongoing federal investigation into possible illegal Turkish financing of Mayor Adams’ 2021 campaign, a source familiar with that probe said. The FBI seized Adams’ mobile phones and computer in November 2023, and searched the home of his campaign treasurer.
“The FBI is more engaged in municipal corruption cases around this country than it has ever been,” Sheinkopf said. “You know, those 5:30AM wakeup calls don’t come out of thin air.”
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fnafindigowillafton · 3 months ago
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Hi! Back again with the second post of the day! And this time we have-
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Tada~! The Missing Children Gang! Be sure that the posts I'll be posting in the near future will have some patterns, particularly the last names as they will be relevant soon, again! Feel free to ask questions! This picture takes place in 1982 before tragedy struck
Here's some extra info about them!
Gabriel:
-3(1982)-6(1985) yrs old
-The youngest of the five
-A Freddy Fazbear Fan
-Loves Teddy Bears
-Follows his big siblings everywhere
-Daddy's boy, he loves his daddy so big, very much
Jeremy:
-11(1982)-14(1985)
-The smart one of the five
-Loves books
-where's a bunny headband to match his older brother's headphones
-Looks up to his older brother
-The middle child between his older brother and little sister
Susie:
-10(1982)-13(1985)
-The only girl of the five
-Loves dolls and puppies
-Has a puppy named "Puffcake"
-The youngest of her siblings
-Is a kind sweetheart
Lil' Fritz:
-5(1982)-8(1985)
-The Energetic Gremlin of the of the five
-A Foxy the Pirate Fox fanatic
-Obsessed with pirates
-The youngest of his brothers
-His Dad is the same police team as Aaron and he knows the Afton kids well
Cassidy:
-12(1982)-15(1985)
-The oldest and hotheaded one of the five
-They are adopted
-Often gets into fights, especially with Angel or Aerin
-Has a strange fixation of having a "rivalry" with Terrence
-Secretly admires Will/Indigo
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witchyleehibernates · 3 months ago
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Godly Parents - The Socs
Paul Holden is a son of Zeus
He gives off big brother vibes with Bob.
Randy Adderson is a son of Apollo
He's an amazing archer, which he thinks is all he has going for him, but he can also feel other people's emotions if he's particularly close to them (either physically or emotionally(like his group of friends)). He's pretty sure his mom dislikes him and his (step)father is always drinking so he sorta chills at Bob's for the most part. They tend to drive around because Bob doesn't want to be at home either. They go to Paul's when they both particularly feel shitty about their home lives and the demigods' stuff takes a toll on them.
Robert “Bob” Sheldon is a son of Zeus
Is usually found at Randy's side, and the two of them are usually taking Paul, who is Bob's half brother. His mother absolutely cheated on her husband with Zeus, and ended up extremely ill after Bob turned 3. She'd wanted to have a daughter and her and her husband tried to get pregnant but could not. The one time she did she nearly died. Shes incredibly upset about that, and while she tries to hide that from Bob... When she's drunk all that pain and anger and frustration comes out at Bob. His step father isn't the best help either, but they both love him (when they aren't drinking) and are otherwise amazing parents, even his step father.
Clark “Brill” Brillstein
I don't know enough about Brill's personality or headcanons to accurately place him. Feel free to leave suggestions!!!
Beverly “Bev” Jitney-Bush
I don't know enough about Bev's personality or headcanons to accurately place her. Feel free to leave suggestions!!!
Terrence “Trip” Dripp
I don't know enough about Trip's personality or headcanons to accurately place him. Feel free to leave suggestions!!!
Sherri “Cherry” Valance
Cherry gives me the feel of a daughter of Athena. She gets along great with Ponyboy while at Camp, since what happens at camp stays at camp, because they read together. They recommend books and they just exist in the same general space together. He draws while she reads sometimes. But she is very intelligent and she has a 'fiery' attitude to those who disturb her general peace. Reminds me greatly of Annabeth.
Chet Baker
I don't know enough about Chet's personality or headcanons to accurately place him. Feel free to leave suggestions!!! However, I get the distinct feel of Apollo for him? Feels like he would love being the 'annoying younger brother' to Randy.
Marcia is a daughter of Demeter
I don't actually know why, but I get the distinct feel of Demeter from her? She gives me the vibe that she would be good with plants, and she is definitely someone you shouldn't piss off, because she can and will make your clothes itchy for weeks. Doesn't matter how many times you wash them... the poison Ivy or poison oak or whatever the itchy plant is will get into your clothing.
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mintyfrostyart · 2 years ago
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AYO DETECTIVE BOYS !!
These refs have been a long time coming and I'm so glad I was able to get to them. My next post is going to be about the Detective Gods which all have a brief desc.
Below the cut are Reginald's and Right's backstories/history.
Content Warnings! Reginald - child neglect, trauma from fire, loss of a loved one, adoption, and general heavy themes Right - betrayal of a long-time friend, drug use (smoking as escapism)
Reginald Adopted as a toddler, Reginald Suave was seen as a golden hope amongst his parents. They had tried for years to have children but they had no luck, and thus adoption was seen as their best option. Miraculously, however, his parents did manage to have a child, Daffodil. Reginald's presence as a golden hope suddenly was drafted as Daffodil was a miracle child. Reginald ended up being very close with his sister, making escapes many times to go and watch the trains that would pass by their house. When Reginald was 14, there was a fire at their house, but Daffodil did not make it out. His parents deeply grieved the death of their daughter and the apparency of Reginald being neglected fully became apparent to him. Reginald would disappear for days afterward, wouldn't come back to the house until late and it was often a case that his parents spared him half a glance. For Reginald, the countryside, his parents-- he didn't want to stay any longer. So he got his bags and left for the big city. Luckily, an uncle (his father's brother), Terrence Suave ran into him on the street and quickly offered him a place to say. Terrence had of course heard of what had happened to Daffodil, but he didn't question why Reginald was out on his own. He cared for him as a father-- taking him in, offering him work-- anything to help him out in his time of need. Reginald was never a man of emotion, and Terrence in the present only recalls two times to see him cry: the first being the night he took him in. Terrence assumed a sort of father figure to him. A young detective himself, Terry was dedicated to giving Reginald another chance. Reginald himself would follow in Terrence's footsteps and joined the police prescient at 17 and was promoted to Lieutenant at 24. Terrence later became captain. Reginald didn't move out of the house until his lieutenant status, since he didn't want to be a burden on the man who'd cared for him. At some point in his teenage years, Terry offered to adopted him as his son, marking the second time Reg had ever cried in front of him. Being the captain's son, this would usually be something a lot of people would take pride in. Whilst his badge says "Reginald Suave", a lot of people assumed that Reginald was trying to stick it to the captain in a way of saying "we're on the same status" instead of actually being his son. So Reginald opted instead for the last name "Copperbottom", after Detective Copperbottom. Detective Copperbottom is a whole other story, but it's important to note that Copperbottom is a sort of mythical figure with an infamous reputation for good deeds, kind of like a Robin Hood. Regardless, in the present, Reginlad is pushing mid-thirities and is completely content with life. He's got a job, barely spends anything, and works as much as he can. His father being his father does not exactly agree with this lifestyle-- so what better way than to give him a partner? The ever-famous Detective Right Hanson Manfred.
Right
Marcus Hansen Manfred comes from a family of 14 children with him being exactly the middle. He has two loving mothers (one of whom is transgender) and a loving father. Three parents and 14 children living in the countryside of Lidimay (one of the three states of Cruxidul). You could say life as a young healthy, hearty young boy was all the fun.
And most certainly it was. But as much as Marcus loved his family, his strongest bond grew with that of his childhood friend, Edward "Eddie" Jones. Eddie went to Marcus' house as a child to be home schooled by one of Marcus' mothers, amongst other children, and Eddie and Marcus quickly became great friends. Through and through, the two would go everywhere together. Tending to the farmside, catching trains together-- nothing was boring.
Marcus originally wanted to stay home and take a farming job like much of his family, but Eddie had plans for the big city: Revensteed. There, crime was afoot, and it needed heros like Eddie to come in and stop! Marcus didn't want to let go, so seemingly out of no where, he announced he was going to join Eddie in the police force.
At 16 (Marc) and 17 (Ed), the two of them got themselves junior position as partners on the north side of town, and they were damn good at what they did. Eddie was clearly built for this; he was a natural. Everything they did was imaculate. But Marcus couldn't keep up with the speed of his partner. Somehow, he always lagged behind in something, and it got to Marcus signfificantly. Eddie truly had a passion for this, and Marcus wasn't the shining example he wished he was.
Marcus was never a criminal, but he found himself in the wrong crowd some of the time in his despair. A bar, a club-- the usual place to destress. If he wasn't in a good mood, this would be the place he would go.
At 25 (Marc) and 26, the two of them faced a final straw. Eddie had been wanting to excel to lieutenant, possibly even captain. But Marcus wasn't in a position for the two of them to remain partners if this were to happen. Eddie was to be relocated to the South (where the crime is the worst), and Marcus simply couldn't compete with that. Marcus urged him to stay-- to come up with something to comprimise.
It ended up blowing in his face. The hugest fight they've ever had right then and there. Everything came out all at once. Marcus didn't want this to be the end, but Eddie got his bags to leave for the South and didn't say goodbye.
That was truly the end of their partnership.
Marcus was in pieces. He wished and envied and hated that man-- he didn't think that he'd done anything wrong. He just wanted the best for the both of them, didn't he? Whatever-- it wasn't his fault. And Marcus would continue to be in this denial for a very, very long time. In his fit of depression, Marcus stumbled upon quite the location: Caisno Radman. It was a place of pleasure, relaxation-- anything to keep the troubles away from people. Marcus wasn't sure why he went there; it was just to get the stress of his shoulders.
But somehow, he met someone. Jullian Harp. Jullian was a sly fellow, from outside the country who seemed to always be around queer hot spots like Casino Radman. In somehow in a mix of conversation, Jullian mistakes Marcus' name for "Right". It ended up sticking out to Marcus, and he figured that "Right", as an alias in the detective agency, may be a little less painful.
Jullian and him ended up dating for several months before they broke off on equal terms, and they are very distant friends now, esepically since Jullian is indeed an assosiate of a criminal mafia (Radman).
Yet, now "Right" Hansen Manfred works still in his detective position. He has refused for years to get a new partner, but his luck may just have run out when he gets news from the captain one day.
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realitybitesyouknowit · 3 months ago
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Terence Higgs & Harry Potter, Harry Potter & Slytherin Students Characters: Harry Potter, Terence Higgs, Adrian Pucey, Cassius Warrington, Lucian Bole, Miles Bletchley Additional Tags: Christmas Fluff, Harry Potter was Adopted by Other(s), Selectively Mute Harry Potter, Prompt Fic, Fluff, Christmas, Yuletide, Cute Harry Potter, Good Slytherins, Brotherly Love, Cuddling & Snuggling, Not Canon Compliant Series: Part 16 of Of Fests and Prompts [Ao3 & Discord Prompts], Part 6 of Cuddles fics for touch-starved people [Multi-fandoms] Summary:
Harry leaves Hogwarts to spend Yule with his family. He spends the journey talking and snuggling with his adoptive brother.
 Written for the HP Yuletide Bliss 2022 - Day 8 | Fond memories / "Remember that time when mum put salt instead of sugar to the cake?"
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sleepdeprivedsimp234 · 8 months ago
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I fear I may absolutely need your Texas hcs
*not forcing ^_^*
EEEEEE YAY I GET TO RAMBLE ABOUT THE SILLY COWBOY :D
Appearance:
Height: 6'5
Build: Lanky w/ soft and strong edge
Eyes: reddish brown
Hair: curly (2b) dark brown hair, shoulder length
Skin tone: almond skin
Natural markings: freckles (they're all star shaped too :3)
Other markings: many scars from both burns, whips, guns, and blades.
Other physical traits: a couple of his fingers are crooked, he's double jointed, and his wrist and spine are both slightly crooked due to shit breaking and not healing right. He also has sharp fangs cuz yes :3
Normal hc's:
-he has five dogs (two German shepherds named Rosco and Daisy, one Aussie shepherd named Bailey, one Texas heeler named Blue, and a Chihuahua named Maria. Tho. If you ask the other states, Maria is the wicked witch of Vernon /JOKE. She's only sweet to Texas. And Loui. But everyone loves Loui.)
-is somehow both a big brother and a mother figure to Loui
-he age regresses as a coping mechanism
-^usually to around ages 5-12
-really enjoys reading and drawing
-he also really loves flowers, tho he'd rather die than admit it cuz he thinks it's "too feminine"
-he lets Loui braid flowers and other accessories into his hair
-^anyone that teases him about it gets punched in the face <3
-speaks Spanish (obviously), French, German, Vietnamese, Chinese, Latin (tho he doesn't use it), ASL, Arabic, and surprisingly (at least to the other states), Hindi, Tagalog, Korean, Russian, Czech, Polish, and Urdu.
-^He has almost no problem switching between these too
-AuDHD, Depression, Anxiety, BPD, DID, PTSD, and mild psychosis
-he does trick riding!
-bro is severely dehydrated
-he hates balloons for some reason
-sometimes when he's speaking, he'll either slip into Spanish or he'll slip into at least a Spanish accent
-i don't see him as someone that cusses a lot, only a moderate amount. Like- he'll just say something like "FUCK! Oh- uh- sorry 😔"
-^so when he cusses and doesn't apologize immediately after, it means that he's either info dumping (too focused to apologize), or hes extremely pissed off.
-He can play the guitar (any type, tho he prefers acoustic), piano, and strangely kalimba and the Irish flute cuz he likes how they sound.
-His human name is Terrence cuz it feels like a very Texan name to me
Angst hc's under the cut!! (tw for sa, sh, child abuse, drinking, and hallucinations/delusions)
-he has a really bad drinking and smoking problem
-Due to some trauma related to SA, he has parts of his body that are "trigger spots", as in, he panics if they're touched (mainly without permission)
-he panics if any of his limbs are pinned, in any circumstance (sparring, tickling, play fighting, other more scandalous activities, he HATES not having control of his limbs)
-very insecure about his soft spots :(
-blind in one eye (thanks Mexico :/)
-Texas does alot of things that he doesn't know is SH
-VERY jumpy, especially with the sound of breaking glass, shouting, or anything that sounds anything like a gunshot
-the more Spanish, the more panicked he is
-he often has alot of hallucinations of people that hurt him in the past
-^and they've felt so real that he could practically feel the pain again.
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kumkaniudaku · 29 days ago
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Summary: A young Terry and Patrice spend a Christmas morning together.
Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black!OC
Word Count: 4.4k
Warnings: None. Just some holiday fluff.
Previous: Merry Christmas, Baby
A/N: I love this one so much. I hope you enjoy too.
The coldest Christmas in recent history was no match for the overwhelming heat Terrence felt beneath his thick winter sweater as nervousness crept into his chest. The low purr of his uncle’s Honda slowly disappeared into the bitter afternoon chill, leaving him no other option but to press the doorbell to the Ellis home and pray for entry. 
Weeks of planning, sneaking, and tutorial-watching had gone into this mission. Heavy convincing and a shoddy handshake agreement to throw a couple of dollars his uncle’s way for gas had him snatching a poorly wrapped package from beneath the tree and hopping into Uncle Myron’s front seat before his parents could ask any further questions. 
His hands felt wet and slippery under the warm pecan pie he’d begged his mother to make for reasons he wouldn’t share the night before. His heart raced as he carefully adjusted the pretty orange bow on top of a covered box, suddenly nervous about how it looked. She deserved nothing less than perfection and he’d labored over careful folds and clean lines to deliver her his best. 
Rustling and a voice growing louder as it approached made him stop short before he could press the doorbell again. He quickly pulled at his coat and stood a little taller as her father appeared behind a glass storm door.
“Oh! It’s just you Terry. Thought you might’ve been my sister. Merry Christmas, son. You gettin’ big, boy. You benching ‘bout 250 now huh?” 
Terry smiled bashfully. “Yeah, I am. Tryin’ to bulk up a little before Spring.”
“You doin’ it. Next time I see you, you gon' be bigger than me. What you got there?” 
Terry blinked twice, trying to think through a response as Mr. Ellis stared back at him before finally sputtering out a response. “A-a pie! Sorry. It’s a pie from my mama. She sent me over here to drop it off and say Merry Christmas.”
“And that,” Mr. Ellis asked pointing at the gift adorned in the pretty orange bow.
“A gift for Patrice. Is she home? I know she said she would probably be at the store with her mom, but I can wait. Or I-I cou-”
“Calm down,” Mr. Ellis laughed as he stepped aside with the door pushed open wider than before. “She’s in here helping her mama set the table. Come on. She’ll be happy to see you.”
A deep breath that created a white cloud in front of his face calmed Terry’s nerves as he moved past Patrice’s father into the house. He didn’t need directions past the wall of family photos, down the hallway, and into the living area. In four years, he’d spent entire days lazing around that house. He’d shared Sunday dinners at her kitchen table, taken naps on her bedroom floor, and played video games with her younger brother on the living room couch. This was as much his hang-out spot as his own house in his mind. 
Christmas music crackled and popped from the worn record player on a bookshelf full of Black literature, the object flanked by his two favorite photos of Patrice. He gave the framed memory of her fifth birthday party a glance and a soft smile like he usually did before making his way into the kitchen. 
“Baby Girl and Ros, the Richmond boy brought us a pie this morning,” Leon announced on his way through the living room and out of the back door to return to his turkey frying duties.
“A pie! How sweet!” Terry’s introduction made Patrice whip her head around to get a look at her surprise visitor. He offered her a small wave and smile that she returned as Rosalyn approached to give him a warm hug. “Look at you! Have you gotten taller since the school year started?” 
Rosalyn had watched Terry grow from a boy into a young man. Once lanky, slender arms now carried budding muscles and extra weight. The first fuzz of facial hair carefully shaved per his father’s instructions left light shadows. His voice was deeper and smoother than the once cracking alto of his youth. Changing mannerisms had him looking more sure of himself. His development alongside Patrice’s presented further reminders that the only thing certain in this life was the passage of time. She’d never be prepared but embraced it all the same. 
“A little bit. Think I’m at 6’3” now,” Terry boasted, smiling at the newest adjustments in his measurements.
“Six-three! I know your mama can’t keep a lick of food in the house,” she laughed. “You made your decision on college yet?” 
“Not yet. Still considering trying to walk on at A&T. I feel like I’ll like it there.”
Rosalyn smiled, knowing the reason for his switch from UNC Chapel Hill. “Well, that’s good. You and Patrice work well together. You can keep each other on track.” 
“I keep myself on track, mama. Terry too when his head gets all up in the clouds.” 
“She helped me study one time and now she think she my teacher.” 
“You a one-time lie and you know it.” 
Terry’s infectious toothy grin spread to Patrice from across the room, creating a spark almost tangible enough for Rosalyn to reach out and grab. She noticed the emergence of shy glances and extra physical contact where senseless bickering once lived. Knees that occasionally touched while they watched movies on the couch were now shoulders pressed tightly together in the backseat after school without shame. When they weren’t in the same room, cell phones remained pressed to listening ears as they ran down chats about everything and nothing at the same time. Their trajectory was clear. 
More conversations about hormones, love, and the perils of unprotected sex than Rosalyn could count had been passed down individually and as a pair with no care for their obvious discomfort. Both sets of parents could only pray that their children retained at least some information to use when the inevitable took place.
“So, the pie,” Rosalyn pointed out, cutting through the open display of affection. “What kind is it? Smells good!” 
Terry blinked twice to pull his eyes away from Patrice to look at her mother. “Uh, pecan. My mama’s special recipe.”
“Really! That’s Patrice’s favorite. What a coincidence.” 
Terry’s ears slowly turned red as he tried to laugh off Rosalyn’s observation. She winked at him and pulled the dessert from his hands, careful to return the gift on top before making her way to the food table.
Patrice nervously shifted her weight as she leaned against the counter for her first break of the morning, now hyperaware of how her body looked with a set of blue-green eyes following her every move. 
They’d matched unintentionally. Terry’s red sweater complimented Patrice’s white one with both teenagers sporting black bottoms to top off festive looks. Searching for something, anything to say, Patrice pointed at his head. 
“You decided to stop growing your hair out?” 
Terry ran a hand down the back of his fresh fade. “Yeah. My dad was on me about it. Said I looked like a hoodlum. I don’t even know what that means but I guess I don’t really need the extra cushion for the helmet now anyway.”
“Well, my opinion probably doesn’t matter, but I think it looks nice. I’ll miss the widow's peak, though. It was cute.” 
A twinkle of happiness flashed across Terry’s eyes, making his cheeks rise into a proud smile. The haircut was staying. No doubt about it.
“Thank you,” he spoke quietly, still processing the tingles rolling across his body. “You, um…you want some help? My mama showed me how to set a table. Fork on the left, right?” 
Rosalyn watched the pair watch each other with a knowing smile on her face as Terry took slow steps across the kitchen toward Patrice. He didn’t come there to set the table for a family he didn’t belong to. He came to spend a few minutes of stolen time with the only person worth existing in his small world. 
She stopped him before he could get too far. “That’s sweet of you, baby, but I don’t need too many people in my kitchen. P, you can take him to your room. You know to leave that door open. Don’t have me come back there and I can’t see what y’all are doing.”
Neither Terry nor Patrice needed the reminder but ensured they showed their understanding with head nods and verbal agreement. They’d been down this road plenty of times. Leave the door half open, answer when called, and keep your hands to yourself. The first two were easy. Resisting the desire to touch became more difficult as the days flew by. 
Patrice led the way down the hallway toward her room, making small talk before holding the door open for him to enter. The sunny orange and yellow motif hadn’t changed much since they hung out for the first time. Posters and photos of her favorite artists still lined the wall beside her bed. The sunflower plushie she called Sunny rested in its usual spot at the top of her dresser. His favorite spot in the house, a soft yellow beanbag, was empty and awaiting his arrival. He took a deep breath to inhale the birthday cake candle she kept burning on her nightstand before sliding his shoes and coat off to place them in their designated spot. 
She kissed her teeth as she flopped on the bed. “You gon’ stop havin’ your toes out in here.” 
“I should start charging you. People would pay good money to see these. Even in socks!”
“Oh yeah right. People like who? That Cierra girl in 11th grade?” 
“Here you go,” Terry groaned from his spot on the bean bag. He flipped through a random magazine beside him to avoid eye contact. “I don’t like that girl. We just hang out because Xavier talks to her friend and he be needin’ back up sometimes.”
“No way. She was wearing your jacket.”
“She took my jacket out of Zay’s car to be funny and I got it back as soon as I could find her.”
“Say swear.”  
The ultimate test. Saying swear was their way of ensuring the other was telling the whole truth and nothing but the truth. 
Terry looked up from the pages of Seventeen Magazine to look Patrice in the eye and confirm his statement. “Swear. She kinda annoying, honestly. Nice girl, but all she ever wants to talk about is reality TV and school drama.” 
“Ooooh. Terry likes a little substance in his conversations, huh,” Patrice laughed, exaggerating her words to mimic their creative writing teacher. “Let me find out you’re out here discussing Of Mice and Men without me. I’m gonna have to put my hands on you.” 
Terry scoffed at her threat. “Yeah, right. Plus, you talk about stuff without me all the time. I heard about you and Robert Mitchell kickin’ it after winter formal.” 
“That’s not what happened!” 
“Let me know what happened then.”
It was Patrice’s turn to explain herself. What started as a night between mixed friend groups turned into Terry sneaking looks at his best friend while she engaged with a guy that he frankly didn’t think was smart enough for her. He’d never share how it made him feel outside of light jabs to be annoying. 
He waited for her to stop chewing her bottom lip and respond. 
“Rob doesn’t like me. He just wanted to see if he could convince me to sneak off with him to the parking lot which I didn’t do. So he left me alone and I rode back with Vicky to spend the night. Nothing to see there, as always.” 
Terry took in her truth with equal parts sadness at the circumstance and anger at the young man bold enough to cause her pain.
“Dang, Treece, I’m sorry. I didn’t know it went like that. Want me to talk to him?” 
Patrice adjusted to sit in front of Terry at the edge of the bed. She kicked her feet as she played with her painted thumbnails. “No. I wasn’t even supposed to tell anybody. Plus, we both know that you don’t talk. Don’t need you getting in trouble because of me. Thanks, though.” 
“You don’t gotta thank me.” He was still gonna have words with Robert when he got the chance, but that was for him to know and Patrice to never find out. Trying to shift the energy, he pretended to use her fuzzy sock-covered feet as a speed bag to get a rise out of her. She rolled her eyes but allowed him to continue. “Wanna see your gift now or should I put it under the tree?”
“I’ll open mine but you gotta open your’s first? Deal?” 
“Deal.”
Terry chuckled as he watched her prance to her closet and back with an excited smile dimpling her cheeks. In her hand, she carried two gifts of differing sizes. They were expertly wrapped in shiny festive paper and a Carolina blue bow so that there was no mistaking who was the lucky recipient. 
She reclaimed her spot on the bed, setting the smaller of the two packages beside her before handing the other to Terry to grasp with two hands. “Okay, do this one first! Hurry!” 
“Alright, alright! Calm down.” Terry made a show of slowly peeling tape and wrapping paper from the large, flat object for no other reason than to watch Patrice squirm impatiently. She tried to rush him along but he wouldn’t give in. 
Their smiles grew in tandem once Terry ended his torture and revealed a framed pristine Francis Edward High School football jersey. 
He used his index finger to trace out the letters stitched to form his last name behind the glass. “How’d you get this?” 
“Coach Robinson let me have it for tutoring his daughter in Spanish. Then my auntie did the letters for free. Look at the pictures!”
Shock at seeing his name printed on a jersey for the first time distracted him from the small collage of photos neatly placed beside it. A picture from his senior night sat next to a photo from his record-setting game as a junior. Another capturing a game-winning touchdown had him reliving the memory in full color. But his favorite, a snapshot of them being crowned homecoming king and queen at midfield, made him smile. 
“Do you like it,” Patrice asked, her eyes wide and expectant as she waited for some indication of his feelings. “You can take all the stuff out if you want. This just seemed better to put on your wall at home.”
“I like it a lot, Treece. Never thought I’d have my own jersey. Especially now that the scholarships aren’t coming.” Terry looked over the gift for a few seconds more before giving her smiling face his full attention. “Thank you. Mean it.” 
She pushed her hair behind her ear and shrugged. “You’re welcome. Mean it.” They sat there, grinning and staring back at one another in silence until Rosalyn called their names for one of her periodic checks. They responded promptly before Patrice attempted to get them back on track. “C’mon. Open the last one!” 
“If I would’ve known we were going all out, I would’ve done more,” Terry spoke, preemptively apologizing for coming up short as he peeled away the crinkling paper. Patrice waved him away. They weren’t in competition. If anything, she’d gone too far in her pursuit of his happiness. 
A final rip of wrapping paper unveiled a small gift box with his name scribbled across it. He carefully lifted the lid and then closed it once he caught a glimpse of its contents. His face began to flush with incoming emotions. 
Nestled inside a plastic key chain was a photo of Terry and his maternal grandmother. His summer had been filled with dread that she may not make it through her sickness to end the year, a fear that was realized before the school year began. He’d all but camped out on her bedroom floor in complete silence, desperately searching for some reprieve from funeral arrangements and repast activities at home. 
For Patrice, it was a no-brainer to use some of her babysitting money to take a photo she’d nabbed from his MySpace profile and turn it into a keepsake. 
Terry stilled himself with a deep breath. “You’re nice when you wanna be.” 
“Yeah, well, you’re my friend and you were sad. It’s the least I could do.”
“Thanks. For real,” he whispered, holding eye contact a little longer before pointing at her gift. “Your turn. It’s only one box but there’s a lot in it. And don’t judge my wrapping skills.” 
“Too late! This bow is super cute though. I’m gonna stick it to Sunny.”
Patrice ripped through messy silver paper, discarding scraps at her feet her that Terry gathered into a small pile to throw away later. She popped the top on a white garment box and then squealed as she pulled a folded sweater from inside. 
Future Aggie. He thought the grey, blue, and yellow sweatshirt would be a fitting gift for someone finally realizing their dream of attending college. Patrice rushed to press the garment against her chest as she looked at herself in the mirror hanging on her closet door. 
She twisted and turned to see all her angles. “I’m wearing this to school on the first day back. Thank you, TJ!” 
Her announcement created a rush of emotions bursting in all directions. Something he’d purchased adorning her body? What a sight. What a feeling. 
The surprises and elated responses continued. A new journal and pens for her to use at her leisure earned him a high five. A bottle of Hollister body mist that she fawned over on one of their many trips to the mall received a wide smile and a few sprays on her new sweater. But her favorite was the gift that cost him nothing but time. 
A CD with “For Patrice” written in thick marker and Terry’s slanted handwriting caught her attention. Try as she might, Patrice couldn’t get him to spill the beans about the disc’s contents, instead pushing her to pop it into her dusty boombox and press play. 
“Uh, this is kinda weird. Recording my own voice for a CD. Feel like I should start rappin’ or something.” Patrice smiled as Terry’s voice flowed through the speaker like a late-night radio host. He listened with his eyes closed, too embarrassed to watch her reaction in real-time. “This is for you, though, Treece. Just in case we never see each other again after high school, I hope these songs are enough to remember me by. If not then all this shit was for no reason and just pretend it never happened. I’m gonna stop talkin’ now. Hope you like it.”
His introduction flowed into a collection of songs that they considered their shared favorites. 
Terry spoke up over J. Cole’s ‘Dollar and a Dream II’. “It’s for when you’re in the car and stuff since you said you hate listening to the radio. I figured you could listen to a little mix of stuff you like instead.” 
“You know I’m gonna bring this everywhere with me now, right? My mama’s car, your car, everywhere! It’s great.”
“That’s like three compliments in a row. You getting soft on me,” he laughed. “I’m wearing you down.” 
“Why can’t you ever just let the nice things happen without saying something? I’m startin’ to think you like makin’ me mad. You sick in the head, TJ.”
Justin Timberlake, T.I., and everything in between told the story of moments spent together, inside jokes, and unspoken feelings that flowed through romantic lyrics. While they listened to track after track as background music to their winding conversation, minutes turned into hours. 
Terry had seen all of Patrice’s other gifts, taken pictures on her brand-new digital camera, taste-tested a few pieces of her aunt’s pound cake, and found time to play a few rounds of the newest Dragon Ball Z game with Junior without the passage of time ever registering in his brain. 
In Junior’s dark, dingy cave he called a bedroom, Patrice and Terry sat next to each other on the floor half paying attention to the television while her brother played video games and half fiddling with the directions and pieces from his newest Lego set. 
Leon knocked twice and poked his head into the room with the family phone in his hand. “Son, your mama’s on the phone. She said she’s been calling your cell phone looking for you.” 
Terry’s eyes widened at the realization that he’d left the small device in his coat pocket across the hall. He scrambled to his feet, limbs flailing and socks twisting as he rushed to grab the phone from Mr. Ellis before the older man stepped away to tend to other business. 
“Ma, I’m sorry!” 
“Terrence James, if you weren’t somewhere that I know for a fact is safe, I would kill you! What goes on between those ears of yours?”
Patrice winced at the non-stop yelling coming from the other end while Terry tried to listen with a poker face. She couldn’t make out all the details of his incoming punishment, but she could tell by the way the call ended that he wouldn’t be enjoying time away from home any time soon. 
Terry hung up and bit his bottom lip as he turned to Patrice. 
“How bad?” 
He shrugged. “Not that bad. She was just worried. I do have to go soon though. My uncle will be here in like 10 minutes.” 
“I mean I didn’t wanna have to be the one to kick you out, but…”
Their loud laughter at Patrice’s joke was enough to get them unceremoniously ousted from Junior’s bedroom with the door shut tight behind them before they could fully re-enter the hallway. Patrice followed Terry back into her room and watched him gather his belongings.
“My cousin Imani is coming later today. I wish y’all could’ve met each other. She’s silly like you.” 
“Yeah,” Terry questioned as he tied his sneakers. “Maybe I could try and come over tomorrow?” 
“That’s okay. You’re already in trouble. I don’t wanna make it worse. Maybe we can all hang out for Spring Break or something.” Terry looked up from his task to smile at Patrice until she mirrored his expression while rolling her eyes. “What are you smiling at?” 
“You.” 
“Why? What did I do?” 
“Just be you.”
Terry wished there was a mistletoe somewhere in the room to aid his cause. If only there were a reason to press his lips to hers as the cherry on top of the scariest confession he’d ever made. Or near confession. He couldn’t tell if his words had made the desired impact until Patrice slowly shook her head. 
She began laughing as she handed over his coat. “You sure you don’t wanna switch your major from math to English since you always talkin’ in riddles?” 
“I know what I be sayin’, you just don’t know,” he laughed to play off his blunder. 
“That completely defeats the purpose of a conversation.”
Patrice waited until he was finished securing the zippers and buttons on his coat before throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him close. Terry stood stunned for a beat, too caught off guard to reciprocate her affection until a switch flipped in his brain to snap him back into reality. 
He jammed his one hand into his pocket while his free arm snaked around her waist to avoid breaching an unspoken boundary. 
“Thanks for coming here this morning. Gift or not, it was fun to have you around,” she spoke over his shoulder. 
He smiled though she couldn’t see. “I know how much you love Christmas so, of course. It was fun being around. I like being with you.” 
Terry held his breath as Patrice slowly pulled away for a look at his face. Her eyes scanned for some indication that he was telling a joke or simply being annoying but found nothing but sincerity in those intense blue-green eyes she’d learned to read. 
A glimpse at his lips made her subconsciously run her tongue over the bottom of her set. Her heart raced. His hand slowly exited his pocket to find a home on her hip. They leaned forward in sync, both of them closing their eyes for whatever came next. 
“Terrence! Your uncle is outside! Get your stuff, baby!” 
Though she couldn’t possibly know the magic unfolding in her daughter’s bedroom, Rosalyn had successfully thwarted an attempt to further break the third rule. 
The pair repelled like opposite ends of a magnet until they were back at their respective ends of the room. Patrice pretended to take an interest in the purses hanging on the back of her door while Terry quickly gathered his gifts. 
He fumbled with the packages on his way out of the door, timidly inching past Patrice in hopes that she would speak to him one more time. 
“See you later.”
“I guess I should go.” 
Words overlapped in a harsh head-on collision, making them both shrink away in embarrassment. Terry chucked and took the lead. “Ladies first.” 
Patrice adjusted the hood on his coat and smiled. “I was just gonna say Merry Christmas, TJ. I hope you got everything you wanted.” 
“Merry Christmas, Treece. This is probably the best one I’ve ever had. Even if my mama is gonna rip my head off when I get home.”
“She definitely will. I’m sorry.”
“It’s cool.”
Patrice didn’t respond with words. She offered him a sweet smile as her thumb brushed stray cake crumbs from the corner of his mouth. Another holler of his name from the kitchen forced him out of her orbit and back into the cold with Patrice hot on his heels. 
She bid him farewell from the front door, watching until the champagne-colored Honda was out of sight and Terry was just the faint smell of cologne far too adult for him on her sweater and the memory causing goosebumps on her arms. 
When Patrice turned to finally retreat back into her room, Rosalyn stood at the threshold smiling at her daughter.
“You two have fun?”
Patrice put her head down to hide the wide smile spreading across her face as she sped past her mother. “It was okay. Did Auntie Mae make the mac and cheese yet? I’m gonna get some.”
“Make sure you wash those hands, young lady,” she called after Patrice. 
The spice of expensive cologne left a trail of secrets in her wake. Rosalyn inhaled deeply and shook her head. 
They’d need a refresher on the rules before New Year’s Eve.
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lovelygirlnicole15 · 7 months ago
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Bonnie and Morgana were having a female talk while walking around the Airship, there were times when Morgana hold Bonnie's arm in any case they stopped somewhere (even tho Bonnie has her walking stick since she's blind), However, the talk about their siblings came to light.
"So... Bonnie, can you tell me a bit about your sister Binta?"
"... I barely remember her appearance... But I still remember her voice..."
"oh...?"
"last time I saw her... Was the last time I lost my eye vision... Because of our parents..."
"Oh dear..."
"after I lost my eye vision I've been by myself, I never heard Binta's voice ever again, and I really miss her... But I also miss seeing the world, the colors, the people, I miss those views..."
"Aw dear, I'm really sorry..."
"it's alright... You would've love meeting my big sister, she was amazing, I remember her cheerful smile, and her good attitude, despise the bad situation we used to live, she always had a cheerful mood."
"... Like Ronaldo..."
"eh?"
"oh, my apologies dear."
"... You know, Morgana, I really wish I could see you and everyone in the Toppat Clan... Including my sweet Nocciola (the witch)..."
"we all wish that, dear, we all wish that... And let me be honest with you... I also miss my brother, Rupert."
"... I'm glad you still miss him... I really miss my sister... And I believe she's desperately looking for me, for as much as I love being here in the Toppat Clan, I really wish I could see Binta again... It's been 10 years since we last talked..."
"I'm sure you'll see her again, darling... Someday..."
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Bonnie Spencer belongs to me
Morgana Price belongs to @smoresthehalloweenqueen
Note: I don't know much of Morgana's past so by the fact that she had some relationship with Terrence (according to the Captured Charles Au) I believe she met Ronaldo Copperbottom (Reginald's dead twin brother)
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liviavanrouge · 9 months ago
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New Ally
Faith: SCREW YOU AND YOUR DEAL!
Orrin: Faith, let's calm down, shall we-
Faith: *Stands up, walking from the table* You can keep your deal, unlike you I don't toss people away!
Orrin: *Looks at Terrence* You understand right, Terrence, we're family
Faith: Terrence!
Terrence: *Looks at Faith then Orrin, his eyes wide*
Faith: *Holds her hand out, staring at him*
Orrin: *Smiles* Terrence-
Terrence: *Stands up and walks past Orrin, taking Faith's hand*
Faith: *Side eyes Orrin as she walked out* Don't talk to me or my little brother ever again, bastard, find someone else to bother
Terrence: *Glares at Orrin, walking beside Faith*
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Faith: *Looks down at Terrence* You alright?
Terrence: I thought we were family, but he tried to kill me, were it not for you I'd be dead
Faith: *Pulls Terrence close* It's alright...
Terrence: *Rubs his eyes* C-Can I have a new name?
Faith: How about......Leon, it's a tough name and you've survived the harshness of the world for so long...
Terrence: *Looks down and smiles slightly* I like it...
Faith: *Wraps her arm around his shoulder, resting her head on top of his* Let's go home then, Leon Star
Leon: Alright, Big Sis
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Arlo: You're joking, Faith-
Faith: Trust me, Terrence isn't gonna betray us..
John: You gave him a new name and a whole new identity though, if he does something we won't known it's him
Faith: Do you guys trust me?
Remi: Of course, Faba, but it's Terrence we can't trust!
Isen: He literally aided in trying to take our abilities and possibly kill everyone!
Blyke: Did you forget that!?
Faith: I've known Terrence since I was fourteen, it may not have been long but he is loyal to a fault-
Blyke: EXACTLY! He has to be turned back in!!
Faith: You said you guys trust me, so trust me when I say that Terrence won't betray us, I trust my little brother
Arlo: Faith-
Faith: Please Arlo...
Arlo: *Sighs and nods* Fine, he has ONE chance, if he betrays us he gets tossed back into jail.
Remi: Agreed, Faith?
Faith: Agreed....
Faith: Come inside, Leon!
Leon: *Opens the door and walks in, his hair dyed a flaming orange with yellow contacts in his eyes*
Isen: See! He has a whole new look, we weren't gonna know it's him
Remi: Isen, we made a deal with Faith, so we trust Leon for now...
Leon: I can tell you a little of what I know but not much
Faith: *Smiles and pats Leon's head* Maybe tell us a bit more about what we already know and we can work around to what you know
Leon: *Smiles at her and nods* Alright big sis...
Remi: *Stares in surprise at the two* He's completely different
Blyke: Don't tell me-
Remi: Maybe we can trust him...he's completely loyal to Faith now it seems
@childofwitches
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Eternity!Terrence: I'm... Honestly very sorry for you... I hope.. I can make you feel better... Somehow... But I don't know how..
Eternity!Beeg: Also... Big brother! Where in Creation's name did you hide Mr. Void!?
Eternity!Terrence: Oh! He's with our Eggdog, don't worry about it
SMG3: Don’t worry about it. *lets go of him and wipes his eyes*
SMG4: Where is your Eggdog anyway?
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orbitalpirate · 1 year ago
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What are the cute little nicknames the 9 have for each other?
This is going to be such a long one because I have so many thoughts so obligatory read more
Jamie: Sam calls him brother sometimes, Dani obviously calls him amigo, Colin calls him worm sometimes as a callback or Jame, Isaac calls him Tartty Party, Richard calls him JamieTartt a lot all one word, Jan calls him Englishman, Thierry is terrible at nicknames calls him bro bc he used to call him bra bc he used to call him brassiere bc he used to call him pasties bc he used to call him pastry bc he used to call him Jam Tart bc his name is Jamie Tartt, Moe calls him Golden Boy
Sam: Jamie calls him my brother or my boy, Dani calls him Sammy Boy, Colin calls him Obie, Isaac calls him Sam the Man, Richard calls him Sanya, Jan calls him Sammuel, Thierry back at it again with drum machine bc he used to call him rhythm section bc he used to call him rhyme time bc he used to call him Sam Jam, Moe calls him Prince Sam
Dani: Jamie calls him Muchacho, Sam calls him Rojas, Colin calls him Dan the Man, Isaac calls him Ace, Richard calls him A.B. short for alter boy after they bonded over the realization that they were both alter boys, Jan calls him Believer bc of a long fight they got in about the existence of ghosts, Thierry calls him BB bc he used to call him baby boy bc he used to call him junior bc he used to call him Isaac jr bc he used to call him rolos bc he used to call him rojo bc Rojas, Bumbercatch calls him Lightning
Colin: Jamie calls him Col or worm, Sam calls him Hugh Grant, Dani calls him Colin the Chameleon (associated with my personal belief of the fan song for colin), Isaac calls him so many things including Babe Honey Bestie GBF Hughes Col and many others, Richard calls him Koala, Jan calls Goldfish, Thierry calls him seven bc he called him prime bc he calls him primary color bc he used to call hum color wheel bc he used to him Hue, Bumbercatch calls him Star
Isaac: Jamie calls him big man, Sam calls him captain, Dani calls him captain, Colin also calls him so many things Brother Bear I-Man Mcadoo Best Boyo, Richard calls him Mcadoo, Jan calls him my captain, Thierry actually just calls Isaac Captain, Moe calls him hotstuff and top man
Richard: (I should say he hates all nicknames) Jamie calls him Francois, Sam calls him the sommelier, Dani calls him Chee, Colin calls him The Shard, Isaac calls him Dick Law, Jan calls him Liefje, Thierry calls him sexy bc he used to call him hotty bc he used to call him hot chick bc he used to call him chicken sandwich bc he used to call him chicken cordon bleu bc he used to call him Cordon, Moe calls him Fancy Pants
Jan: Jamie calls him dutchman, Sam calls him Dutchy, Dani calls him Jam, Colin calls him Giant, Isaac calls him Tree, Richard calls him amour heart babe baby Richard calls Jan anything he can get in there, Thierry calls him Dead man as a threat that he better not hurt Richard (Jan finds this hilarious), Moe calls him Blondie
Thierry: Jamie calls him Zorro, Sam calls him Zman, Dani calls him brother, Colin calls him Terrence, Isaac calls him Montreal, Richard calls him frere, Jan calls him Masked Man, Bumbercatch calls him Goalman
Bumbercatch: Jamie calls him Bumbie, Sam calls him catch, Dani calls him Benedict, Colin calls him Moseph, Isaac calls him Bee, Richard calls him MBP (like mvp but mb for moe Bumbercatch), Jan calls him Team Dork, Thierry calls him honey, bc he used to call him bumberbee (many people think they are dating, they absolutely are not)
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