#childhood friend who wants you to call him mama . kill me

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

. HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

[bucca2]

Shrike pt. 2 - always a well dressed fraud who wouldn’t spare the rod

König x high school sweetheart reader

3rd person, König's perspective, she/her pronouns for reader, reader is Austrian/has lived in Austria and speaks German for most of the story, romance, pining, friends to lovers, reader's nickname is Thorn, König's first name is Alexander

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tw: child abuse, spousal abuse, graphic descriptions of violence (mostly König’s imagination and violence in the field as a soldier, König’s dad dies pretty gruesomely), car crash

spätzchen = cute/little sparrow. Google Translate will say that means “spit”, but I trust a German reddit user a lot more than I trust Google.

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The first time König ever imagined killing someone, he was seven.

He remembers it clearly, one of the earliest memories he has. His father had asked him to hold the hammer as he was installing a shelf, and in a rare moment of childhood whimsy, he was pretending the ball-peen hammer was a little airplane. He was absorbed, making little puttering and vroom noises, absentmindedly waving the hammer around before—

“Fuck!” König drops the hammer at the sharp noise of swearing. He’d accidentally swung it right into his father’s leg.

“You stupid little pest—can’t you hold a goddamn hammer without hitting me with it?” He withers underneath the older man’s glare.

His father picks up the hammer and crouches down, pointing the hammer threateningly in his son’s face. “I should take a swing at you right now to teach you a lesson.”

His mother runs into the room, alerted by the shouting. “Is everything alright?”

“Would I be yelling if nothing were the matter?” His father sneers. “Our son’s a dimwit. Can’t hold a hammer without smashing me in the shin with it.”

“He’s still just a boy,” König’s mother says, placing a soothing hand on her son’s head and swiftly moving to block him from his father. “I’m sure he didn’t mean it.”

“We’ve been too soft on him, that’s what it is.” His mother swallows hard, and an instinctual, almost primal panic rises in him.

“It was an accident, I’m sure,” she says, trying to calm the temper of the monster in front of her. “Alexander, you’ll say you’re sorry, won’t you?”

“Don’t speak for him! He’ll never become a man like that. Why are you always getting in my fucking way?” He wants to leave. He wants to grab his mother’s hand and run, because the increasing venom in his father’s voice surely cannot mean anything good.

“I didn’t mean—” It happens so quickly that König barely understands what’s just happened, but suddenly his mother is on the floor, and his father is looming over him like an evil spectre.

“Next time, you’ll be the one I’m knocking flat,” he threatens. He stalks out of the room, throwing the hammer onto the floor with a loud thump that echoes the pounding of König’s heart.

“Mama?” He quickly shuffles over to his mother.

“I’m alright, spätzchen,” she says, wincing as she sits up. “We’ll just have to be more careful when we play around with heavy tools, yes?” Her hand is gentle as it smooths over his hair.

“Yes, mama,” he whispers.

That night, he lays awake in bed, staring at the water spot on his ceiling. But instead of imagining sheep, he imagines splatterings of blood. Covering the walls and floor, reaching even the ceiling, as he smashes his father in the face with the hammer over and over again. Until König can no longer see his venomous expression. Until his father can never hurt Mama again.

He falls asleep with a smile on his face.

“So…should I call you ‘your majesty’ now?” she asks, nudging him playfully. (The way she used to, but if he thinks about the tingles it sent through him back then his brain will fill with static.)

He lets out a huff that’s sort of a laugh. “Don’t be silly. Most of the people I work with don’t speak German, so König is like a name to them. I don’t tell people my name.”

“Hmm…I like the sound of my king,” she muses.

He’s so glad she can’t see him blushing. He feels like a high schooler all over again.

“Is that why you wear the hood?”

“Hmm?”

“Because you don’t want people to know your identity?”

“In the field, yes. It would be dangerous otherwise. I do a lot of work with terrorist cells.”

“Isn’t it frightening to do that kind of work? Having to come face-to-face with people like that?”

“I have met some frightening people.” He watches as she turns and meets his gaze, reveling in the heat that spreads across her cheeks. “But they also met me.”

She stares at him with an admiration that steals his breath away. It’s a bit new for him. He’s spent a long time nurturing a persona that makes people look at him in either fear or disgust. Or not look at him at all.

“You’re different,” she muses. “You’re so…confident.”

“Arrogant, you mean?” He chuckles as she visibly panics. “I’m good at what I do, rosethorn.”

“There’s a lot of things you’ve gotten good at,” she says.

“What do you mean?”

“Talking. Looking at me when you speak.”

“I think everybody gets better at that as they grow up.”

“I got worse at it. It’s just a lot. I look at people and start thinking about everything that could go wrong, or all the ways I could upset them.”

She describes a sensation as familiar to him as the flutter of his hood around his face. It’s never really gone away, no matter how competent and cocky he gets. What is new to him is her feeling that way.

He hates seeing her like this. She startles. She flinches. She feels smaller: not physically, but her presence has shrunk. He wants to wring the neck of whoever has made her into this timid creature.

“The mask scared me when I first saw it at the checkpoint. But I don’t mind it now if that makes sense? It makes me feel more at ease.”

“You may be the only person who feels that way. I don’t exactly look very cuddly.”

That draws a laugh out of her, albeit a small one. He’d forgotten how much he liked the sound.

“That’s because when someone doesn’t know what your face looks like, it frightens them. It doesn’t bother me.”

“You know what I look like, though.”

“As a teenager. I don’t know what you look like as a man.”

“Not much different. Maybe a more chiselled jaw.”

She snorts. “Are you going to show me?”

“You might not like what you see.”

“You said you didn’t look much different.”

“As a younger man, no. I…have a lot of scars now. It’s not nice to look at.”

He thinks about their last meeting a lot. For a few years he just couldn’t stop tormenting himself with the memory. He had spent all that time scared of his own feelings, petrified of saying or doing anything about it. And when he had finally worked up the nerve to stop being a fucking coward, all he did was hold her hand. Their last day together, and that was as much as he could muster.

He's thinking about it now as she slides her hand over his, just the way he did all those years ago. She’s thinking about it too, by the look in her eye as she squeezes his hand.

“I wouldn’t mind. But I won’t force you to take it off. Not until you’re ready.”

She waited for him to become comfortable enough then, and she would still wait for him now, he realizes. All his worries about not being able to pick back up where they last ended vanish—that she would be afraid of him. That she would be closed off, or that it would feel irreparably different between them. But being with her feels as natural as the press of his knife’s hilt in his palm.

He hasn’t lost his chance. And this time, he will not lose her again.

Blood. Viscera. The clean slice of a blade as it splits open a throat. The light dying in a felled enemy’s eyes. For most soldiers, these are repulsive aspects of the job. The worst, but most inescapable part. The dirty work.

For König, they’re the highlight of the job.

As a child, he could never punch back, never return an insult, never fight. If he got in any trouble, there would be a greater hell to pay back home. After a while, he became numb to whatever punishment his father sought for his crimes. It was his mother’s reaction he could never stand—her sadness. Her disappointment. Her worry.

So he sat and stewed. The bullies who called him names and mocked his silence were powerless before him in his mind. He imagined crushing the bones in their hands under his foot, caving their heads in with a rock, stabbing them over and over again with a serrated knife that tore their guts out and severed their tendons.

König had special plans for his father that grew more elaborate with every fresh abuse the man inflicted on him. First, he would break the man’s legs. Then, he’d shatter each of the fingers with a hammer. He’d begin the main event by kicking him in the stomach, kneeing him in the junk and hearing him howl in pain. Then he would bring out a knife—it changed over the years from a kitchen knife, to various switchblades, to the trusty field knife he keeps on him at all times now. He’d start by outlining the lips his father used to shout and swear and degrade, then moving along his cheek to his temple, dancing the blade all along the edges of his face before peeling the skin away—

He had a brief flash of fear on his first true deployment. Imagining intense violence is much different than experiencing it firsthand. Stories of recruits vomiting, fainting, losing their minds and needing to be restrained in the middle of a firefight haunted him as he stood in front of a door, moments before kicking it down.

His first kill was like a revelation. Watching the man fall to the ground, a gaping hole in his forehead, his gun still smoking from the shot. It was as satisfying as it had always felt in his imagination. His first takedown with a knife was even better—the brief struggle, the spray of blood, the slow jerking before limpness made his enemy into a corpse. König knows his way around guns, for sure, but knives were different. Graceful, soundless, elegant.

Hands-on.

He’s not some mindless serial killer, of course. The kill is only half the fun. The vicious satisfaction of justice is what really does it for him. He flourishes taking down human trafficking cells, ending the lives of vile animals who take and use and destroy. In every woman he rescues, he sees his mother, bound to a terrible life. In every child, he sees himself, helpless in the face of unimaginable cruelty.

In every kill, he sees his rosethorn, felling a bully in one blow. That one image, like a painting framed in the museum of his mind, fuels his every move, provides his purpose. She becomes his guiding star, haloed in light and bathed in the blood of unworthy men. Every trafficker, every terrorist, every drug kingpin taken down is his tribute to her, impaled upon the hedgerow thorns as evidence of his devotion.

That’s why it’s so devastating to return home and find her gone. He had wanted to come back as someone he was proud of being around her. Someone tall and strong, someone actually worthy of holding her hand. But she’s not here, and her parents are nervous, hesitant to tell him anything about her. Of course, he thinks with bitterness as he wishes them well and turns to leave. What was he to their daughter, anyway? Just some snivelling boy she went to school with.

That bitterness grows like a seed in him as he makes his way home. His mother’s out, which means his father is in a nasty mood. Like he always is when there’s nobody around to wait on him hand and foot. He’s standing in the kitchen waiting for König when he returns home from visiting Thorn’s parents.

“Where the fuck have you been? Just got back and already running out on us.” Being an asshole comes as naturally as breathing to this man. König doesn’t dignify him with a response to his inquiry.

Not that his father cared to know, anyway. “I need to get to Ben’s house. You’re driving me.”

König resists the urge to roll his eyes. Ben is his father’s gambling buddy. He’s probably keen to know how his latest bet panned out. Just another entry on the long list of his dirtbag sperm donor’s unhealthy coping mechanisms.

“Drive yourself.”

“I didn’t teach you to drive for you to disrespect me like this. You’re going to drive me.”

He went through a phase when he was a fresh recruit of constantly defying his father. Now that he was too big, too skilled to be hit, he didn’t have to listen to the old bastard, he thought.

He should have known better. His mother never said a word, but he realized how reckless and inconsiderate he had been when she flinched as he hugged her one day. The bruises were all up and down her ribs.

That evil old arschloch always did know how to get his way in the end.

Ten minutes later, he’s behind the wheel, absorbed in thoughts about Thorn. Where had she gone? Why did she leave? She was so smart, he knows she could have gone to university. Did she go abroad? Is that truck about to crash into them?

He jolts to attention. That truck is about to crash into them.

The moments right before an accident are often described as moving in slow motion, but it doesn’t go that way for König. He’s just barely got enough time to jerk the steering wheel hard before impact. The collision sends the car off the side of the road, rolling over and over again until it comes to a halt against a tree.

Maybe it’s because he’s been in more dangerous situations than this, but he finds his mind unusually calm as he assesses himself for injuries, his head throbbing. He got lucky—he’s banged-up and covered in scratches from broken glass, but his limbs all seem functional, and his spine appears to be intact. He may have a concussion, but that’s not the most pressing concern right now.

The metal groans as he pulls himself free, coughing from the fumes. Fuck. It’s on fire. He needs to put distance between himself and the wreck before it explodes. He’s just managed to haul himself to his feet when he hears the angry bellow.

Goddammit. He’d forgotten about the Krampus sitting next to him.

He manages to pick his way to the other side of the car, where his father is fully pinned underneath the wreckage. It’s bad—his legs are twisted in a way König has only seen once in his line of work (that time, it had been an entire building falling on someone), and the frame of the car has come just shy of cutting him clean in half.

“Get me the fuck out of here!” His father growls. König instinctively moves towards him to help when a thought occurs to him.

He’s dreamed about murdering his father countless times, but he’s always known it was a bad idea. There was no guarantee he’d get away with it, and if he got locked up for murder, he might never get to see Thorn again. Not to mention the heartbreak it would have caused his mother. So day after day, year after year, he had stewed with no end in sight, waiting on Father Time to get his shit sorted.

But now here is an opportunity. His opportunity to get rid of his father once and for all, with no blood on his hands. Well, none that anybody else will know about.

He watches, like a passive observer in his own body, as he steps away from his father, arms retreating to his sides. His father spits and curses and finally resorts to begging, but König just stands, all sound distorted as if his head is underwater. Staring into the face of the man who has tormented him all his life.

It all floods his mind, every violent thought he’s ever cultivated against him, every gory fantasy that carried him to sleep. It savors of anticlimax, watching him burn to death through no direct action of König’s. And yet, he feels peaceful.

He sees him now for the pathetic old man he is. In an instant, he is no longer the monster down the hall, the boogeyman in his home. He only sees a pitiful animal, fruitlessly fighting its demise.

He would never have changed. König knows this—he realized it a long time ago. The only way to free himself and his mother from this evil is to purge it completely from this earth. This is the truth he knows now, after years of ending the lives of countless abusers in the field.

His father is slowing down now, the smoke choking him and silencing him. König pulls out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. They’re smashed, but he finds one perfect stick and pulls it out.

He holds the end of it to the flames ripping through the interior of the car to light it and walks away to wait.

It’s hard to not intervene. He won’t be stationed here for much longer, and the idea of leaving his guardian angel to return to her own personal hell every day twists his stomach into knots. But as she respects his privacy, he respects hers.

It’s a bright and sunny day when she admits her husband is abusive.

“I swear, I’ll never forget the look on his face. He didn’t bother me after that, and I was never partnered with him again until he was transferred to some other division.” König’s regaling her with a tale of a fellow recruit who fucked around and found out.

“His loss.”

“Don’t I know it,” he says with a lazy chuckle.

She leans her hand on her chin, looking up at him through her lashes. “You are so charming, you know that? Makes me jealous of all the other girls you’ve practiced that charm on.”

There weren’t a lot. None of them were you, he thinks before responding.

“Don’t let your husband hear you say that.” He meant that lightheartedly, but the word husband comes out with a hard edge to it.

“Maybe then he’d know what it feels like,” she mutters. He watches her visibly stiffen as she realizes she’s just said that out loud.

It’s like an entire conversation is had without either of them making a sound. He knows what she meant. She knows he knows. An awful truth that sits between them like a noxious gas.

“…won’t you tell me about it?” That’s another thing that hurts him and pisses him off. She doesn’t talk the same way as when they were young: it’s difficult to draw conversation out of her now. He’s not used to talking more than she does.

“I don’t want to worry you.”

He scoffs. “Too late for that.”

“I just don’t like to talk about it.” She’s fidgeting with her hands. She never did that before.

“I want to help you.”

Shit. Should he not have said that? She looks off into the distance when he does, like she wishes she were somewhere else. Is she mad at him? Is he imposing? Is she going to close herself off?

“I don’t know that you could,” she says, and he relaxes. Well, as much as he can when the woman he’s lived his entire adult life for tells him that he can’t help her.

“I can listen to you, at least.”

They’ve spent so many years apart, so many developmental stages of their lives traversed without the other. First kiss. First car. Graduations. Promotions. There should be a certain kind of distance between them, ice that needs to thaw. They’ve changed, that’s undeniable, and there’s plenty of time for them to explore those changes later (he hopes).

But all of that melts away the moment she leans her head on his shoulder. He’s so nervous that he’s conscious of his breathing.

“It hasn’t been…a good marriage,” she says, forcing the words out. “He wasn’t faithful. But…I loved him. So I stayed. I thought I could salvage things.”

Something ugly rears its head inside him when she says I loved him. It bothers him that she’s not talking about him when she says that. But what right does he have to feel that way? When he spent so long fucking around and not being there to protect her?

“When he said we were moving here, I thought it would give me an opportunity to leave him but…that hasn’t happened.”

“Why not?” She could do anything she wanted to, he thinks.

“I…I don’t have anything other than him,” she whispers, almost shamefully. “My parents are retired, I’m stuck in a foreign country, and I have no career prospects. I’m stuck.”

He opens his mouth to say something, then thinks better of it.

“I’m also just…tired. I’m so tired.” Her voice is soft, defeated. “Some days I alternate between wanting to think for myself and needing someone else to do it for me.”

“You can’t stay here, rosethorn.”

“I don’t know what else I can do. I don’t have anything or anyone.”

“You have me.”

She looks at him, sweet and hopeful and with a vulnerability he craves. This is it. His whole life, his entire career, has led to this moment. Finally, he can do something for the person who gave him everything.

“Come back home with me. I have a house in Vienna. You could visit your parents whenever you wanted.”

She looks hesitant. “I don’t want to be a bother.”

“Never,” he says, too forcefully. He adjusts his tone to be gentler. “Let me do this for you.”

Her expression looks conflicted. “I know I can trust you. But I just can’t bring myself to rely on another person so fully like that so soon. I need to do my own thing…figure some things out for myself.”

Shit. He didn’t consider this, but she’s right. He watched his mother depend on an abusive monster all his life, not just for her own sake, but to keep a roof over her son’s head and food in his stomach. She would have left his father, if only she had been able to. She was like a new woman after the accident—free to do as she liked, when she liked, without having to care for or appease someone else.

“I’ll pay you,” he blurts out, surprising even himself. She looks at him in confusion.

“For what?”

“I’m deployed for weeks or months at a time. I need someone to live in the house, take care of it. Make sure it’s not slowly developing black mold or a roach infestation, because I sure as hell wouldn’t know.” He’s a fucking genius.

She seems to mull it over for a moment. “I think…I’d like that. I haven’t been to Vienna since I was a child.”

He loves watching her think, a look of concentration on her face that makes her look so cute, but also so intelligent. The gears are turning in her head.

“I would just have to divorce him. But he’s not going to like that.”

“I’ll help you get back home and stay with your parents before you serve the papers,” he quickly offers. “That way it’ll be harder for him to try anything. When I’m done here, I’ll join you.” She doesn’t know that her husband will never get the chance to try anything. König will make sure of it. He just needs her out of the house her husband lives in.

She looks at him and really, truly smiles. Oh, her smile. Her smile, like the sun coming out from behind the clouds. Her eyes crinkle, her cheeks flush, her whole face radiates warmth. Yes, he thinks. Any length he goes to is worth it if he can draw this out of her every day for the rest of his life.

“It might happen quickly…within the next day or two,” she says. “I don’t have a lot to pack, and I don’t want him to get suspicious.”

“Good idea. I’ll book travel immediately.” It’s all falling into place now. He’s so close to having what he’s been dreaming about for so long, he can taste it.

“Thank you, Alexander.” He looks at her and sees a renewed resolve in her. This is the rosethorn he remembers. This is the woman he loves.

Love is more than a piece of paper, König knows. His parents had the paper, but if there had been any love, it was long gone by the time König was a child. No, love is devotion and protection. König knows how to love her. And he knows that another piece of paper will not set her free. Only he can do that.

"Bucca, why is there German in italics if they're speaking German the whole time?" because I felt like it, okay? I use asshole too much to describe his dad, so I need to spice it up. also, spätzchen is a cute (and thematically appropriate) nickname.

sorry this took so long! like I mentioned in a separate post, I had the entire rest of the story plotted out pretty early after finishing the first chapter, but I was busy all week and ended up changing the structure of this chapter and removing some things. I hope this meets expectations <3 as always, leave me your feedback and corrections! and if you'd like to be on the taglist, please drop a reply! (this also applies if I somehow missed your request to be tagged.)

ps. I saw Hozier tonight. I feel like a different person now. if you want to get a head start on the vibes for the next chapter, listen to Francesca and Who We Are off his new album, Unreal Unearth. I heard both of them live tonight!

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[punkeropercyjackson]

Literally i love afrolatino Jason so much as a homecountry raised afro-dominicana who's so the same as Jason on a fundamental level but also because it makes so much sense it would be perfect representation

His positive masculinity-cocky asf and full of himself but a consent king and a multiple time mama's boy that worships women for BEING women,the way he runs his mouth to his own dad and hates authority and beats up cops,roughouses with his brothers,his nerdy interests in classic literature and video games he's so passionate and unashamed about,the fact his emotional constipation and toughness comes from trauma and not from gender roles bullshit-is so that of black man's,he was a peppy altruistic softboy who was too shy to talk to girls and he was never the angry Robin but he WAS angry at the world and didn't hide it for others' comfort because he wanted to be heard and he was a loudmouth for sure,he was poor but pre-classist-retcons it was potrayed as positive representation for lower class families and his feelings on his parents are so complex but he loves them nonetheless and always will,he beefed with every other Batkid EXCEPT Duke not at all coincidentally and liked him on first meeting and rides for him so hard and tells him he's a real Robin,Batkid AND Batboy nonstop and came back to the Batfam only when Duke joined too and never in well-written stories is he a part of it again unless his Signal Of Hope And Chaos and Robin who he's the Robin to too is there

He refused to let Roy coddle him and rejected Kory for being a whitewashed caricature of a black woman and a white blue eyed blondie normie girl but is in love with Artemis(brown egyptian),Rose(cambodian wasian)and of course Dana(monoracial afrolatina),he was murdered at 15 by a man with a long history of bigotry already and came back with brutal opinions on the justice system to the point of morally gray vigilantism and he's not right every time but he IS played as a tragedy and sympathetically every time,he's goth punk,his adoptive mom is an arab-chinese woman and he perfers her over his adoptive white dad,his names are Jason Todd(black ass name)and Red HOOD,he hates alcohol and smoking and sex without love and rarely dates,he's anti-incest and killed a pedophillic teacher and pushed a man off a roof as a TWEEN for running a sex trafficking ring,his birthday is August 16th aka Dominican Restoration Day and red represents blood on our country's flag,Bombshells made him a spaniard and that's totes something DC would pull with a latino character,the only guy he has actual romantic subtext with despite all his popular ships is Kyle(mestizo mejicano),his right-hand man male childhood bestie is Eddie in a great twist of the 'White Male Mc,Comic Relief Black Best Friend' trope,his Lego movie is 'Family Matters' and that's also the name of an iconic 80s sitcom WHICH is also the decade Jason debuted and oddly enough it's first episode coincited with A Death In The Family's release,the only Batfam girl he's really close to is Stephanie who's equally in the 'should be canonically black' category as him and they're platonic m/f friendship rep for some sweet sweet platonic black love and his canon Marvel Variant by qualifications is mfing MILES MORALES,including MILES G(or should i say 'Red Hood Miles')

Guys you don't get it,afro-dominicano Jason means the literal multiverse to me,he's canon to my lil afrolatina ass.Neapolitan flan could fix him and he's also trans and fat and has audhd,anxiety,bpd,ptsd and npd ALL self-diagnosed because doctors are sick fucks to neurodivergent blk folks and he knows it from childhood and Red Hood and The Outlaws was a 2010-2020 run that lasted 120 issues and The Outlaws is stacked with black/latino/afrolatino members including Duke as their Robin who got his own solo in Robin 2007 and he calls Talia Mamí and he mentors Damian's generation and is closest to Nell and he was a Kory fanboy as Robin and his piercings are a bridge,a vertical labret and vertical stacks and he stans Mcr,Korn,Teezo Touchdown and Brandy and he had an afro as Robin but now he has shoulder length dreads and his Star Sapphire form had wicks and he can cook like a god and he feels guilt over falling under stereotypes but never lets it get to him and he's been building up his battle jacket since he got it in Lost Days as a gift from Talia and he speaks fluent english,spanish,hebrew,arabic AND cantonese and his favorite energy drink is Whole Lotta Chocalata Bang and every Monster flavor and he watches/reads/plays all his media in latino spanish whenever there's the option AND AND AND

^^^DOING THIS TO HIM-AFROLATINO JT YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN FAMOUS

[lumilasi]

"Lone wolf's a Dead Wolf. Healthy Wolf protects the Pack."

Earlier this week, I reblogged a fanart piece for the Mouthwashing game, wondering why it was so popular, as while I had seen the game months earlier, seeing Tumblr get so into it was surprising as at the time, it didn't stand out to me too much when I first watched it. After being nosy and snooping around the tags, I now fully get why it has become such a phenomenon here.

Anyway, the whole thing kind of inspired me to want to make my own lil space crew. I'll be keeping their designs simple though, as I don't wanna stress myself out with this too much; its just a small side thing for funsies. I don't have full design ideas for others yet, but I figured I can at least post this guy for starters. I admittedly don't fully like the poster one, buuuut IDK how to fix it rn so I'll leave it as is.

More info about him below: (under the cut bc ONCE AGAIN my descriptions get far too long....)

The poster's Lone wolf quote is basically Stefan's mantra; it both shows how despite what he may seem like at first glance, he very much cares about the people around him, and how the whole "lone wolf" thing isn't even realistic (and in a way, harmful way of thinking), and Stefan knows that.

When I say "dad" I mean he is the responsible friend who tries to keep most shenanigans at bay - mainly from The Inventor and his old friend.

The person yelling for him is his crew's youngest member, a gal who's kind of an inventor type that he sort of big brothers.

He's bi, tends to be oblivious to people's crushes on him because of a lot of self-loathing caused by what happened

He met pretty freaky people in prison, but NOBODY was as scary as his current captain, according to him.

The crew is very small, because many people tend to not be able to handle the dynamics they have; there's the Captain, Co-pilot, medic, the rescue systems officer (and self-proclaimed inventor), and now Stefan as the general ship mechanic. (at least those are the ones I have ideas for. I could add one or two more later)

Or, as Stefan would call it: the Queen Devil (affectionate), Airheaded Dumbass (sometimes affectionate, sometimes not), the Angel, and of course, the iconic KID NO DON'T TOUCH THAT!

The one calling for him in the image is indeed this "kid no"

His childhood friend has a crush on him, and so does the medic lady. He has NO idea about either, because while he keeps calling his friend dense, he sure as HELL isn't any better lmao (the Captain and the systems officer find it VERY fun to watch)

Those two aren't competitive or anything about their shared crush, they're both the kind of people that just want their loved ones to be happy and would be happy for either if they got lucky - provided the dumbass would notice either.....

His wolf motif is because of his surname meaning "wolf"

BG STORY STUFF: Stefan wears a gas mask, because of his sensitivity to a common gas type utilized in most spaceships' systems in this story; a special type of non-flammable gas, that unfortunately can cause hallucinations, and in his case, causes bouts of severe aggression/Lack of sense of pain.

-----> The reason why he has an odd reaction is because of some evil scientist shenanigans he had to go through as a kid, unknowingly to him and his mum, who thought the doctors were trying to cure a terrible illness he supposedly had. (They were just testing out brainwashing stuff, you know, usual evil government bullshit)

------> he ended up in prison because while working in another ship, he had a severe fit and killed a lot of his coworkers (whom he already had negative emotions towards due to their shitty behavior towards the woman staff - he was raised better by his mama)

-----> There was a massive riot in the prison he was in, hence he managed to escape.

His friend insisted on helping and got him in the ship; Stefan initially avoided everyone else like plague afraid he'd have a fit, but did grow fond of the oddball group pretty quickly.

Then, during a space-pirate raid, he learned that he can actually recognize this group even in that state, so they aren't in danger from him - plus their captain is a very prepared woman, and had already figured out his history. (She has stuff to knock him out to sleep it off)

[dearest-painter]

Yandere Johnny with a teen dad!Greaser!Reader

Summary:Johnny’s childhood friend and right hand man may or may not be his secret lover who he wants the whole school to know that’s HIS man(Headcanons and oneshot)

TW/CW:Yandere behavior,Gary being a hypocrite,unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusive behavior,abusive relationship,mentions of fights,Reader’s baby mama is unknown but it’s mentioned that their in great terms,Reader’s daughter is named Tallulah and if your asking where I got it from it’s from QMSP bc I’ve seen edits and honestly love the name!,Johnny and Reader are dating in this but try and make it hidden to anyone outside of their group,VERY OCC CHARACTERS BC JOHNNY IN THE GAME CARES MOSTLY FOR LOLA BUT IN THIS HES VERY POSSESSIVE OF READER!,Its implied that Lola has hit on reader,if I need to add more please do tell me

A/N:Yes I’m using the same gif and I’m gonna do one more person then make it into a series!

-Loves you to dying bits! Literally is the most affectionate with you in private as Bullworth is very homophobic because everyone is a fucker

-Everyone in the greasers respect you as they know your their bosses man and that he’s overprotective and has made multiple examples out of people who bad mouthed you or Tallulah

-He’s literally held himself from attacking Lola when she’s tried to flirt with you. The way she’s touched you pissed him off but he couldn’t do shit because they had to fake date just to hide your twos relationship…for a while

-He literally made sure tallulah called him dada so he can be a father figure in her life.

-He truly does love you even if he can be a bit insane to the point the townies and other groups think twice about flirting or hitting on you because of the amount of people he’s beaten because of that

-You two have your own hideout so basically it’s like y’all’s home because you all basically live there! There’s you and Johnny’s shared room and Tallulah’s. Honestly anyone walking in at first glance think you two are married

-The rest of the greasers are yanderes as well,they love you (either romantic or platonic is up to you) as much as their boss does! They literally make sure no one ruins yours,Tallulah’s,or Johnny’s name

-They will fight Lola or get some other chick to fight her if she tries shit. Lola aint safe.

- “Dada!!” Johnny smiled at the running 5 year old girl wearing a cute little greaser dress theme. “Heya princess! Did you or daddy chose this theme?” “I did! I wanted to match with daddy and dada! He said it was hard to find a dress version but he did it!” Johnny never stopped smiling as he picked up Tallulah. She adores the greaser theme and often wanted to wear some but it was hard to make her actually stay looking like a child so it took some time. “Where’s daddy?” Tallulah pointed to Norton and you talking. “Daddy said he’s planning you a surprise!” “Oh really? Can you tell me more hun?” “Nu uh! It a surprise and secret!” Johnny chuckled.

-He hates how Jimmy and Gary try and get with you,he trusted Jimmy but he doesn’t now after he found out he’s after his man! Gary!? Oh don’t get him started on Gary! That fucker trying to own you like an object!? He is so close to killing them both and presenting you their hearts to show you that your his! That no one can steal you!

[weekendpassrevoked]

Easy's Songbird - Chapter Two

Orlando, Florida, January, 1942

They had been lucky. Michel had been out at sea that day, saved from the savage attack on Pearl Harbor. Maya and the kids had been in Orlando. She had decided to give birth here, Japan too far and her own parents unwilling to travel to help her. She didn’t want her son to be born in a military base, surrounded by unknown faces.

They had been lucky. 

Her parents had been huddled in the living room, Anzu running around outside on the patio with her and Maya was upstairs with Taiga, healing. But everything came to a stop when she heard her mother scream and a plate shatter.

They had been so, so lucky.

Eventually, Michel managed to call. Reassuring them he was fine and that there wasn’t any need to worry about him, especially with them being busy with the baby. 

The house had been dim that week, even with the blessed arrival of Taiga. Her mother had gone to mass everyday while Isabella stayed back to watch over Maya and the kids and Michel Senior went to work. She cooed at Taiga’s little squeals and gurgles. But there was a weight on their shoulders that nothing could get rid of, not even the innocent laughter of children.

Once winter break had ended and Isabella went back to school, she realized it wasn’t just her. Her childhood best friends and honorary brothers, Lucas and Cameron, felt it too. Everyone did. She felt no need to go perform, to sing and lift everyone’s spirits like she always had. No need to paint the walls of the barn in her usual flowers. Not even Lucas or Cameron would ask her to woo them away with her music. The songbird in her had gone silent.

She had been walking home, hand in hand with Cameron and Lucas behind them when they broke the news to her. 

Her boys would be leaving her too. 

Tears pricked her eyes, hand tightening around Camerons. “You guys should at least finish school before you start making stupid decisions,” she sighed, “Cameron isn’t even old enough to enlist.”

Lucas sped up, throwing his arm around her, grinning. “That’s what lying is for, Isa.”

She scoffed, annoyance and worry radiating off her. She rolled her eyes at him as he kept grinning down at her, his blonde hair shining in the sun. 

“Is that what you guys are going to tell mama when she finds out?”

They stilled at her words. Nothing was more dangerous than an angry Vega. Especially if it was Claudia, who had lovingly taken them under her wing when their own families hadn’t.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” she gritted out. She let go of Cameron’s hand, stomping her way home. 

She heard fast footsteps behind her, racing towards her. 

“Come on Isa, don’t run off like that. It’s too cold for you to be walking by yourself, especially in that dress.”

She turns around, cheeks pink from the wind, dress skirt flowing behind her. Folding her arms over her chest, she squints.

Angrily, she answers back. “You have one minute to give me a good reason to not kill the two of you before my mother does.”

Her boys stayed silent. Deep inside, she knew that they were only doing what they thought was right. To fight for the country they loved. But they were her boys. Who would perform with her at the bar? Walk her down the hallways at school? Make fun of her bookworm habits?

What would she do without her boys?

She sighs, tears growing in her eyes again. “I’m sorry…” she sniffles. “I’m being mean.”

Her tears begin to fall and she feels them wrap their arms around her as she puts her hands on her face. 

“You guys are so unfair, you were going to make me a cake this year.”

They chuckle as they hug her, waiting for her to calm down. After a while, she speaks up again, ready to continue torturing them for their decisions.

“Mama really is gonna kill yall you know?”

They stiffen and she laughs.

“Let’s get home before I freeze my butt off.”

That evening, her mother truly almost did kill them. But after scolding them at the dinner table, she fell silent and wrapped her arms around them, making them promise to always write no matter what. 

As they lay on the floor of her room, Cameron dead asleep, she asks Lucas about everything.

“So, what are yall gonna sign up for?” she whispers.

Lucas turns back toward her, eyes tired. “Cam wants to join the Army.”

It would suit him, somehow. Cameron was the youngest of the three, with Lucas as the oldest and her in the middle. She stared back. “What about you?”

“Marines.”

Her stomach dropped. She wasn’t dumb. She knew what the Marines would go through, she’d rather he go with Cameron to the Army. 

“Isa-”

“Did the Army reject you?”

Surprise flashed in his eyes. But Isabella knew he wouldn’t go to the Marines if he hadn’t been turned down by the Army. Lucas had always loved planes and the logical part of her mind knew that he would want the Air Corps before anything else.

He stayed silent as she stared. 

“What was it?”

He turned towards the ceiling. He’d always found her room the most beautiful thing in the house. She had painted it when she was younger, covered it in flowers and vines and birds. 

“My eyesight was too bad.” he sighed.

That’s all she needed to hear. She stretched her hand out to grab his, squeezing. 

They stayed quiet for a while, so long that her eyes had begun to shut from exhaustion. She was about to doze off until Lucas spoke up again.

“You could be a nurse you know?”

She shifted, body turning towards him. “What brought this on?”

“You’ve always been good with people. Helping them.”

Eyebrows wrinkling, she retorts. “That ain’t mean I’d be a good nurse.”

“You gonna say that to all those animals you take care of?”

He was right. She saved more than one cow and horse from a bad colic. Saved more than one baby when its mother couldn’t handle it anymore. Wrapped more hooves and legs than she could count.

“I wanna sing and perform, Luke. I ain’t wanna be a nurse.”

Lucas scoffed. “Do you think I was born yesterday?” He pulls her close, hiding her face in his chest. “I know you. You think we ain’t notice how excited you get when your pa tells his stories? How happy you got when you shot his rifle for the first time? You were made for the military, just like Michel is.”

She stays quiet, not knowing what to reply. He was right, she was a military brat through and through, just like Michel was. 

“I ain’t gonna tell you if it ain’t true. Two things can be real at the same time you know?”

Would she truly be able to leave this life behind and do the same duty her brother and father did? The same sacrifice her boys were making?

“It ain’t bother you than all these people are treatin’ Maya and the kids dirty? That those kids at school keep kicking ya because of your family? You won’t do it for the future you want Anzu and Taiga to have?”

It was true. Ever since Pearl Harbor, people had been treating her and the family differently. Maya barely left the house anymore after someone tried to throw a rock straight at Anzu’s head.

“I’ll think on it…” 

She feels him smile into her hair. “That’s my girl.”

Two days later, Lucas and her had walked into the Army enlistment office. She hadn’t told her parents yet, but Cameron had agreed with Lucas. They were her closest friends, who was she to doubt them. 

She walked up to the desk, hands clutching her skirt.

“Excuse me? I would like to sign up for the Nurse Corps.”

[pricegouge]

Oooooo you want ghost stories???

SO

Grandma has had prophetic dreams. She once dreamt she was at a tea party with a bunch of women who were all dead (her mom, her grandma, etc) except for one. Her best friend’s mother. Roughly a week later, said best friend’s mother dies in the hospital from heart issues.

Grandma’s (former) house is MONDO haunted. As in, pretty much everyone has had experiences including the family friend we had helping us touch up the house and move everything out. One I’ve had specifically is when I was staying up late in the downstairs TV room playing with a friend online, both of us heard a massive bang from another room. Him through my shoddy mic, and me. Never figured out what fell, but it sounded like something was shoved over. There were no animals in the house and I was the only person on the first floor.

Another spooky experience: Late at night again, I’m sitting in grandma’s office/den, which has two doors. The door that leads into the living rooms/TV room is closed bc it gets dark and scary at night. I’m sitting in the chair, both doors closed, the only one awake on the first floor. And I hear someone knock once on the door leading to the living rooms. I went to bed after that.

On the topic of the house, I’ve had nightmares regarding it lately. I practically grew up there, and having to sell it was really fucking painful for my family. It’s horrible knowing that I’ll never set foot in there again when I spent so much of my childhood in there. I’m scared that my resentment and anger of having to give up the house may have left something bad inside. The place is already haunted, but I’m worried that I may have planted the seeds for some kind of construct made of emotional energy, like a poltergeist. I really hope the new owners treat the house well. It’s an old, old house (built in 1900) and the ghosts are all our ancestors. I had plenty of days where I went to the third floor, the place I felt most comfortable speaking with them, and told them to please be kind to the new tenants, but I wonder if it was enough. My mama and I watch Dead Files together a lot, and part of me wonders if we’ll ever see an episode where Amy Allen gets called to walk through Grandma’s House.

There’s also the uncle who I’m fairly certain is cursed and whom we don’t talk to because he may or may not have killed my great grandpa, but that’s another story

~🦋

Answering under the cut just to keep things short on dash

Okay so full disclosure I'm like 98% sure I don't believe in ghosties HOWEVER, that 2% is a direct result of living with my grandmother as a kid in a house built in the 1700s and Seeing Some Shit

So with that in mind, I fully believe you and that house sounds crazy! I'm sorry your family had to sell it :( I'm not quite in a comparable position because I COULD see my grandmother's house now because my uncle owns it, but it's been fully renovated and none of it still feels the same :( I get so sad every time I visit because like ... Where is she? What did you do with her memory? I'm not sensitive to believing my turmoil would leave a mark on the house, but I can easily see where a similar feeling from you would make you feel like that. That being said, whichever family members still linger, I'm sure they know you only want the best for the house and any negativity you may have left was absorbed as what it was, silly little mortal emotions that everyone has at some point. Your ghosties sound similar to the ones that haunt my grandmother's place in that they all sound generally benevolent except for the odd spook.

You may one day see them on a ghost show but I bet you any money they'll keep being a sweet, if slightly scary, presence. I don't think us living people have that much sway over their temperment 💛

[evenfallwriter]

If We Have Each Other Verse

An AU in which Neil and Andrew meet much earlier. Promises are exchanged, deals are made and they become each other's sanctuary soon after meeting.

So wanted to talk about my AU a bit, and drop it here so I don't end up forgetting certain details.

Neil's mother kills Nathan when he is 4 years old before sending him to a 'friend' of hers. She dies soon after and that 'friend' drops him off at the orphanage.

Andrew is 8 and Neil 6 when they meet for the first time in the Spear household.

Mary used to call him Abram, Nathan called him Nathaniel, his mother's 'friend' Chris and than he was named 'Alex'. Andrew is the one who gives him the name Neil, and tells him to stay.

Andrew is 3 years younger than Aaron, and Tilda dies from an accident (Andrew isn't the one to kill her).

Nicky still comes back and tries to take in Andrew, but it isn't easy and he can only get the custody of Aaron- none of the Hemmick's know where Andrew is. (by that time, Andrew would be 10, Aaron 13 and Nicky 17-18)

Andrew Joseph Doe becomes Andrew Dobson and Alex Doe becomes Neil Winfield quickly enough thanks to the accident that puts an end to Tilda.

They are adopted around the time Wymack creates the Foxes. (so pretty much Seth's first year)

Seth:These two are shit-heads, but hurt them, and you gotta deal with me (along with the other four foxes)!

Also Seth: Andrew fucking Dobson! Get your ass over here, Jesus Christ, why the fuck would you think it a good idea to change my shampoo with pink hair dye?!

Andrew: You should be grateful to me! Now both your insides and outsides filled with shit! And you look like one from head to toe too!

Seth: You little-

They meet the three ravens much earlier and promises are exchanged between our duo and two of the raven's.

Neil and Andrew also get to go to the same school growing up and gain the heart of 'a certain captain of USC Trojans Exy team'.

Their childhood is much better after they are adopted, and while in canon their relationship is more 'Enemies to Lovers' it turns into 'Childhood Friends to Lovers'.

Matt just loves picking up Neil and running around with him on his shoulders, but is low key scared of Andrew, because who the fuck gave this kid knives?!

One day, Andrew is in Wymack's office as he is looking at Potential players, and sees Aaron's photo and goes; "I want that one." and Wymack is done with it all, but who is he to say no when Andrew really wants something.

Aaron sees Andrew for the first time after years, and is thinking 'what am I supposed to say' when Andrew straight out tells him that he is only in the Foxes because of him, and yeah, Aaron hates the little menace (not really though) Nicky is apologetic, but Andrew knows how hard he tried to get custody of him, so he doesn't harbor any negative feelings towards him.

Dan is scared of what will happen when the duo is old enough for Uni, because Andrew promised to be a problem for her and she knows that he wasn't joking.

But Lola is still alive and a bitch, so that's nice.

(ft. Andrew never has to take his pills, Neil never has to fear his father the way he does. Mama Betsy and Abby, Uncle Wymack. Andrew and Neil meeting before they are supposed to and coming to an understanding between each other and never really hiding anything from each other. They would def still end up together. Like, after Neil realizes that he can love someone and not get punished for it. Foxes love to spoil the duo.)

[shineybuddies]

A couple things I’ve done, The Inner World deserves so much better 🙁

It’s a good game that has so much potential, unfortunately it wasn’t so popular

🔆Lol some spoilers ahead(just me info dumping and ranting)🔆

The series would’ve been fire too, I want to see the sillies being silly in their world of soil. I want to know more about the world and it’s lore, like the lore was pretty solid but it had some slight issues. Though I didn’t notice them till I played both games about 7 times back and forth.

I also want to know more about Conroy and Emil, I get that they’re the bad guys and all but I wanna know about their life.

We know about Robert’s, him being taken as a baby after conroy ‘killed’ (well they weren’t really killed now were they?) off the dynasty and never being able to leave the palace while also being neglected by conroy, and we know about Laura’s too, her being hidden under the Mechatre plotting the death of conroy while also trying to find her dad yada yada alright we know that good stories 10/10, but what about the bad guys.

What we know about Conroy is that he was supposedly an orphan along with the other two Windmonks (how Mama Dola found them is beyond me) and that they were all raised in the mountains, specifically the Shovel Mountains, so basically they were brothers. We don’t know what their lives were like during that time or how they were raised in those mountains or anything really. I guess at one point Conroy was just like “Ottilie’s mad fine tbh” and Y’know…did the DEED, that scandalous Windmonk… but I understand him I mean Ottilie IS fine asf.

Fast forward Conroy wants to implement the death penalty for giggles and the king says no, so Conroy says “fuck you” and plans world domination which includes having Reminepo (Laura’s father duh) build ‘wind gods’ AKA Basylians. Y’know the deal, boom boom you’re stone and you’re stone and you’re stone and OO look a baby mine now fuck all of you FFFFFFFFFFFFFFLOOTnoses.

And some small notes I found is that Conroy dabbles in Art (which I think he displays in the throne room as you see down the hallway with all the abstract art but I’m not sure), he keeps plants on windowsills specifically the spiky ones, he takes knock out pills when he can’t sleep or is feeling lonely (poor guy), he hates fosfoses AND tumblemice calling them evil (dawg..) but loves his killer hedgehog Fonk (I do too but make it make sense), I did have more but while I was writing this a friend texted and when I texted back I forgot what I was gonna write for this but in conclusion Conroy is a LOSERMAN despite his narcissistic, good-doer image.

Now Emil is kinda difficult, we know that he tumbled down a windfountain as a child (he was probably a toddler when he fell despite his brother saying he was a baby) and we don’t know HOW he survived the fall but he did and ended up in front of the wacky stuff store where he was taken in by his adoptive parents, whom are unnamed, and his brother, who also doesn’t have a name (well, more so everyone forgot what his name was) but is referred to as Emil’s Brother, Emil probably had a good childhood seeing how he has a photo of him and his family in his office which is shown on the bookshelf he has. They look pretty happy to me, besides Emil, born emo.

Someway he heard about conroy and absolutely Fell head over heels (there’s no way he’s straight. Look at him. Plus that time when he said he’ll NEVER be as attractive as Conroy.

It’s like that “I’m not gay but damn” “you don’t have to be gay to appreciate a man’s beauty.” “Nah bro I’d FUCK you”)

Then he got all Conroy obsessed, like really obsessed. Killer obsessed (he’s so real.) Anyways somehow someway he showed up with a mob of asposians to the wind chapel, WHICH MAY I REMIND YOU. WAS DEEP WITHIN THE ROOT FOREST? HOW’D HIS ASS GET THERE AND WHAT WAS THE REASON HE WAS THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE, anyways he saw conroy’s remains and was like “NOOOOOOOO THE SOON-TO-BE LOVE OF MY LIFE IS DEAD. you dirty flutenoses KILLED him 😾” “😯” boom bam bang flutenoses are hated, conroyalism is a thing yada yada deedoo yknow what happens at the end.

Some small notes of Emil is that he can get so obsessed with something that it scares people well that’s what his brother says (again, he’s so real), apparently he didn’t have friends if not a couple of them so he was probably lonely in childhood but he still had a good life with his adoptive family, he didn’t really choose to be alone though he did try to fit in but I guess him wanting everything to be orderly and wanting little to no fun drove people away, alright we get it. You’re OBSESSED with conroy. I mean cmon you have him everywhere, your office is filled with it, the wacky stuff store has a whole shelf dedicated to him, you’re spending the rest of your life for one thing only and that’s to be Conroy’s second hand man.

Istg he’s in love with Conroy there definitely is some hints of fruit in him.

And one last thing on the small notes, Emil is scary good at sculpting stuff and building, he’s spent 2-3 years on the cable car sculpture thing, in his office he has a model of Conroy’s palace on display sitting on the bookshelf, this means he could technically put conroy back together and revive him. But he’d have to figure out how, I mean conroy did shatter into tiny pieces.

I think that’s all I wanted to dump for now, but I’m very passionate about TIW and will do anything for that series. If you put in enough effort, you could find a way to make TIW 3 filled with new critters and characters. Though this is all fantasy, I know that there will never been another TIW nor will the series ever be released unless a miracle happens. But I’m keeping it realistic so my mind doesn’t build up hope that shouldn’t be there.

None the less even fanart that was made years ago makes me sob tears of joy, maybe one day TIW will get more recognition and the love it deserves.

Do I ship Conremil (conroy x Emil)??? Maybe…maybe….(absolutely 100% hands down ARFARFARFARAFRFARAF yes just yes my dictator husbands)

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 270

Family Feud/The Pilot

“Family Feud”

Plot Description: Sam and Dean track down Crowley’s son after realizing that a murder at a museum is connected to the centuries-old ship he should’ve been on

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I don’t know. Probably not.

I hate how Mary’s lying to the boys. I get why she’s doing it but….god….

Wait… was that an angel keeping an eye on Luci’s baby mama?

The way Lucifer’s not even remotely scared of Crowley

I forgot they left Gavin alive!!! And in the present

The way they boys treat Rowena is so awful. Not even a please when they want her to stay and help her find her grandson

I don’t super love Kelly and her literal hellspawn but there is something fun about the demon sent to protect her

ABADDON?!?!?!!!!!!!!!!!! I am being SPOILED this episode

So Gavin’s girlfriend has turned vengeful spirit (maybe??) but….like….there’s usually some kind of motive behind their present actions

Oh. She stowed away to the girls school to get her revenge on teachers

Is Gavin really gonna….omg, why does Crowley care all of a sudden? Gavin’s going to go back in time to die on the ship he should have been on, sparing his girlfriend the horrors she’s been through that caused her to become a vengeful ghost. It’s sweet, really

Well…at least she’s come clean about working with the British Men of Letters…god…Dean is so betrayed. It’s written ALL OVER his face. Sam looks like he might be willing to hear her out but…Dean…that’s gonna take a while longer

Oh. It wasn’t just her recognizing the goodness of Gavin’s heart and actions. SHE WANTED CROWLEY TO SUFFER like she did when he made her kill the little polish boy

Ah…now the episode title makes sense

“The Pilot”

Plot Description: two worlds collide when the Doctor meets Bill, and a chance encounter with a girl with a star in her eye leads to a terrifying chase

I’m so worried that the star is literal and we have a men in black belt of Orion thing to contend with

Wait…it would make a certain amount of sense if Nardole’s body was somewhat mechanical, but is it??

Why’s he a university professor all of a sudden??

I do love when the companion breaks protocol. Bill just asked him “I can’t just call you Doctor. Doctor what?”

I already really like Bill. There’s something about her that reminds me of the RTD era companions

Also? Really appreciating how kind of soft and whimsical 12 is now. I loved the intense best friendship he had with Clara but oh….he’s now able to have more than one friend at a time!! And ones that aren’t trying to kill him every other minute!

Unless there was something actually wrong and harmful, I don’t think I’d be actually mad that I had something that made it look like I had a star in my eye

But uh, why does whatever’s in that puddle need a pilot?? Heather’s so shady

Oh. Just what Bill needed for Christmas, an emotional break down over photos of her mom who died when she was a baby….

Whyyyyy was the Doctor the photographer for one of the pictures of Bill’s mom?

Oh, Heather, what are you doing to her?? OH! Oh no!! What happened to Heather???

“Do you know any sci fi?” Oh, Bill…bestie, he IS sci fi

Ok. This button up shirt, vest, zip up hoodie, long blazer look is SO GOOD on Twelve. The hoodie adds a bit of casualness that he’s been missing

Awwww he wants to protect Bill from what being a companion would entail even though he’s really enjoying her company ☹️

Literally childhood fear reawakened. Why is Heather staring up from Bill’s bathtub drain??? Like…..absolutely FUCK THAT. NO.

This is also giving Midnight vibes and…HATE THAT TOO

Ok but also the moment he knows she’s not safe from all the shit out there, HE’S SHOWING OFF!! He brought her into the TARDIS and powered it up and is SMILING

“You’re safe in here and you always will be” 🥹🥹🥹

Omg she’s CRITICIZING THE TARDIS. I’m cackling. She compared it to a kitchen, all metal and whatnot, but then asked if he ran out of money for the wood doorsssssss

Bill is learning the hard way exactly how the TARDIS works

HOW DOES IT TRAVEL THAT FAST??? The weird puddle, not the TARDIS

Did he take her into a battle during the Time War?? Doctor…

Mmmm ☹️☹️☹️☹️ Heather really liked Bill before she dieddddd. And she’s keeping her promise to her to not leave, which is why Heather’s been following them around the whole universe and all throughout time

I can’t believe he was going to erase her memories. I’m so mad at him for that. After doing that to himself about Clara? AFTER DONNA??

Oh, good. He changed his mind THIS episode

[lunarrumor]

friend group appreciation ~

my second family

me: mom of group, will kill someone, very loyal and blunt, usual hangout house

L: my bf. probly the only one w sense n a nerd w big talk for a pacifist. always wants to go to a party but always tired, went to X School n knows everybody else from there since childhood

S: our mutual bsf who matchmaked us. she’s like his little sister. went to X school. then my school before i switched. certified entertainment, goofy, too kind for her own good, and rarely answers texts <3 also has good sleepover house

M: the favorite child and most mischievous. went to my old school but we both left cause fuck admin. once put on a spare tire in a random parking lot at 4 am bc my sister popped it when we snuck out. has too many random skills. always has lots of money. dad is famous but very chill (and it’s not how he gets his money i will tell you). up to nefarious activities always. but loyal to a t and one of the best friends you can have. always in trouble until he swindles his parents n brings the party up. everybody loves him he somehow will run into ppl anywhere we go. he only tolerates a select few tho. sends everyone sweet messages on holidays or birthdays. often pays for everybody bfore we have a chance. will do anything if u say he won’t/can’t. secretly owns three dirt bikes (lost first two) and likes making food runs. also keeps the bike at my place so his parents don’t homicide him. doesn’t want a celebration for his birthday but it’s the day after mine so he will be forced into celebration for my party :). hates when i call him little bro as a day older. doesn’t like anyone knowing his real age but most of us have got it by now. the one who leads us over the fence when we’re not allowed in a party. his paragraph is longest bc he’s most unpredictable

W: the other mother of group, my wife, very sassy, easily provoked, will kill, went to X school

U: W’s bsf, my daughter, coolest room but house has no snacks, other house has best couch for sleep, a sweetheart but has hella stories

I: cutiepatootie, big football boy, heart of gold, dare i say himbo, but also my personal attack dog, went to X school, helped introduce me n bf, friends w ppl from my old school <3, always helps my mom put away groceries

A: lives in london, S’s bsf, went to X school, fun asf, knows every lyric, nice but only met her once :/

n now for the actual moms of the group, the parents we let in on the drama n who take care of us

my mom: everyone calls her mama B (but w a short version of my last name) bc most sleepovers r at my house, she’s js nice to everybody n doesn’t mind when we bring lotsa ppl over on short notice, certified minivan mom so when we’re stranded but for a $60 uber she picks us up in clutch, everyone loves her it’s what she deserves

S’s mom: we call her mama nora (except her real name), everytime we leave she gives us a hug n says i love you, she always has noah’s bagels for us ready in the morning, once she said i miss partying like u guys so my sisters bf asked y don’t u n she said bc i’m a heroine addict o_o, he was rlly uncomfortable n she found it hilarious

[under-the-cherrytree]

I’m back bestieeeee

I need Teru and childhood bestie that he’s overprotective of cause boy probably has attachment issue cause of his mama

Also do you play genshin cause as a Childe and future Hu tao haver I’d love to be your go to carry 🤓

Overprotective Teru with a childhood friend s/o❣︎

warnings: none

A/n: hi bestie!!!

sorry for how long this took, I was off and on Tumblr for a while, but I'm determined to finish these requests!

and yes, I do play genshin but I suck at it- I lost my account twice so I'm at the very beginning rn The first time I wasn't very far, I was at the part where Venti comes in and makes me steal the thing from the church and I was mad he couldn't do it himself then I started simping for him instead of hating him and just- it was a 180 :D

If you want to be my go to carry you can be because I really need help in this game-

Anyways!! I hope you enjoy!!

This baby would be protective after losing his mama-

He would probably have a want to be stronger so he can protect his family

He grew up with you, so you were like family to him!

You got along very well with Tiara and Kou, and he was very happy whenever you stayed at the house

growing up, you two started to have feelings for each other and soon he confessed to you if you didn't confess to him first-

While a lot of the girls in school get jealous, there are people who are just happy he is happy

He doesn't like those people who get jealous and don't like you

If anyone makes fun of you and tells you that he could do better than you, Teru would be pissed

He would probably call them out for their shit and glare at them whenever they see them

If that person's popularity drops... you know who the cause is

Can you blame him? He doesn't want anything bad to happen to you

He is also very protective of you with supernaturals

You aren't an exorcist; you can get really hurt

He might let you talk to a couple, but he will keep a close eye on you

Even if he finds the smallest threat in a supernatual, he wouldn't want to kill it

This probably including the mokke since they are soft but can be dangerous if the rumor is changed

You need to sit him down and have a talk about how you would be okay

He wants you to be happy, but he wants to you to safe as well

Eventually he will give into your request, and he will only kill the supernatral if it hurts you or another student in the school

What can he say? He has a soft spot for you

He would often take note of where you are and what you are doing in the class

If you aren't in his class, he will make Akane do it

He will even encourage to walk you home to make sure you are safe

He is often with you to make sure you are alright

He doesn't want to be overprotective and control what you do but he gets really nervous if your life is in danger

He doesn't want to lose you too

[imrtale]

karisa was more than ecstatic to be an aunt again. "don't y'worry, it could have been worse, you could still be feelin' mornin' sickness," karisa tries to reassure her best friend, clinking her glass of wine with the fellow blonde as karisa shakes her head. "it's a different kind of excitement now, we know what we're doin' now! think of all the fun things we can do now that we've actually got our shit together." karisa laughs, crinkles her nose and waves a hand in the air to dismiss the thank you. "nikki wants to name the baby roni. think it'll get a rise out of benji."

johnny walker had came back with a vendetta. he was determined to inflict the same harm that had been done to him. and how else could he find samuel arlen if not by the girl who he had adopted? how else could he send a message to clayton warren if not, here? walking up the steps in stride, the much, taller and muscular male knocks three times before meeting who he presumed was eden with a smile. "be a dear and call karisa for me will you?" is all he offered, revolver pointed as he motions for her to enter the apartment so he could cross the threshold. karisa quickly comes from the kitchen and her glass slips from her glass, wine spilling everywhere as her breath hitches. "oh canary, you look like you've seen a ghost!" a taunt, nickname from childhood - a horrible one, a reminder how she'd sing like a canary on the nights where it was worst. "winnie - stay in the kitchen, call tommy, tell 'em - tell 'em uncle john's back." a hushed yet firm order as she quickly moves forward to place herself between her father and eden.

"i spent the last sixteen years waitin' for you karisa, thought about all the ways i could use you to get back at samuel. and the opportunity has finally presented itself to me." he starts, cocking the gun as karisa urges eden to retreat to the kitchen behind them. "i ain't afraid of you no more. and i ain't gonna let you go after uncle sammy like you're some mad man." she countered, waits to see that eden is to safety and keeps her father's attention on her. "i'm the mad man? all i ever wanted to do was to protect you and jackie, that's why i did what i did canary, i was doing it to make sure you and jackie had the funds to go through those fancy schools you all wanted to go too. i kept my promises, samuel ruined them. he ruined us. our family." he explains, waving his gun around as karisa goes rigid. "no, no, you did that. you ruined us. you were never the same after mama died, you hated us, if you loved us - you would never, you would've never did all those horrible things you did to us." karisa replied, through clenched teeth as tears brim the corner of her hues. "i was getting you ready for the real world that's all baby, i could've did better. i know that, i know i could. and i'm here to fix that - after i get rid of samuel for good, i can be here, we can be a family again. you, me, jackie and nikki."

her blood boils, trembling raised hands turn to fists as she points a finger at him. her free hand motions for the girls to take off to her room, so she could follow behind them. "no, you don't get to talk about my son! you're not going anywhere near him! you hear me! i'll kill you before you even tried to get within a five hundred mile radius of my boy."

girls night was everything she needed right now, eden was tired and really hadn't felt herself for the week prior. she'd felt heavy, but then she was heavily pregnant now, and somewhat tired of the sore ankles, the difficulty of getting up and down, the need to go to the bathroom at every inconvenience, as she was doing now. "oh you know what girls?" she sighed as she closed the bathroom door behind her. she might have felt crappy right now but she was glowing, her hand moved her top over her bump. "i will not miss needing to pee, all the time." she half groaned over it and rolled her eyes.

"i'd love to say i have any advice, but i've never been more excited for someone to give birth— well, i was excited for you risa! obviously, but like, now we're older and i've some idea what to do if someone hands me a baby!" winnie swirled her wine in hand, though she did feel a little bad that eden couldn't drink with them. apparently orange juice was everything to her right now. "i mean, we've boy experiecne now!" winnie exclaimed. "i still can't say thank you enough for those clothes 'risa and honestly winnie, when this boy can learn to read, we all know you will end up being the favourite."

with the knock at the door eden waved her hand to them and popped one of the plates little pastries into her mouth. "ive got it, already up." she went to the knuckles rasping the door and as she opened, she was sure her heart stopped. all she saw was the gun, the barrel of a gun pointed right at her. air had been stolen from her lungs and she stared, wide eyed and petrified at the face before her. she'd never been so still. "'risa..." you could hear it, that something was very, very wrong. the male eyes gestured for her to say it again. "k—karisa." her voice broke. @imrtale !

[rachaelswrites]

Meeting The Family

Natasha Romanoff x Daughter!reader

Word Count: 1,113

Requested By: Anonymous

Pls pls pls do something for alexei, mileena, and yelena meeting nattys daughter

A/N: I love mom!nat and romanoff!reader! Please send in more stuff for them. Reader is about 12/13

Warnings: CONTAINS BLACK WIDOW SPOILERS

It wasn’t Natasha’s first choice to leave you while she went to Budapest but she figured it was the safest option. Even with Secretary Ross looking all over for you two she’d rather have you stay in hiding than get caught because of her. She left you with Rick, her friend who had set up the safe house in Norway. Because you were left with him, you helped him get everything your mom had asked for. 

One of the things she had asked for was a jet and while Rick had gotten something that had wings and a propeller, you weren’t sure if it would do the trick, “Can that thing even fly?” you asked him as he helped you into the ‘jet.’

“Yes I’m sure it can fly Y/n,” he said, handing you a headset, “Now come on, let’s not keep your mother waiting,” he motioned for you to sit in the passenger seat and you did, making sure the buckle was secure before you shot him a thumbs up. He took that as his signal to start up the engine and take off. 

~~~~~

You touched down in a large, empty field. Apparently this is where your mom was meeting up with you two, along with someone she said could help take down the Red Room. You didn’t know the Red Room was still in operation. She always told you that she took care of it and no one there could hurt you. You never asked too many questions about that part of her life. Natasha wasn’t one to keep secrets from you about that part which is why she told you that you came from there. Right after Drekov was killed, she found you as a baby, and took you in. Since it was right after she turned to SHIELD, they let her keep you.

After waiting for a while, you heard footsteps coming through the woods and voices getting closer and closer. You stood up from your spot in the plane and went to the doorway. You watched your mom appear from the trees with another woman. She looked younger and had blonde hair. They seemed to be talking to each other, maybe even bickering but you couldn’t really hear what they were saying. 

“Mama?” you called out. She stopped talking to the other woman and turned to you, a smile crept onto her face. 

“Y/n,” she said.

“Who’s that?” the woman whispered to Natasha. 

She turned to the other woman and whispered back, “She’s technically my kid. Adopted,” she explained. 

By that time, you had reached both women and your mom pulled you into a hug. Even though it hadn’t been long since she last saw you, she still hated leaving you, “I have someone I want you to meet,” she said to you. You nodded as Natasha motioned to the blonde woman, “Y/n this is Yelena, my sister. You remember me telling you about her right?”

You nodded. Your mom had told you many stories about her childhood and they included Yelena a lot. You had always wanted to meet her but anytime you brought up the subject, your mom would brush it off, “Hi,” you said excitedly, going over to Yelena and hugging her. 

Yelena seemed a bit taken aback by the sudden contact but she relaxed after a second and patted you on the top of the head gently, “She’s a hugger I see,” she said to your mom. 

“Yeah she is,” your mom replied, “You get used to it.”

~~~~~

After the three of you reduced Alexei from prison, you were the one lucky enough to sit across from him in the back. You’ve heard your mom grumble about him here or there and if she didn’t like him, then neither would you. 

“So how did a little thing like you wind up here?” he asked you through the headsets. You ignored him, deciding the landscape below was more interesting. You saw your mom in your peripheral vision look over at you before looking forward again. 

Alexei seemed to notice this as well, “Oh I see,” he said. You and your mom both looked at him and shot him a confused look, “What? You think I can’t see the look a mother gives her child,” now he turned straight towards Natasha, “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me about her. She’s just like you.”

“You do realize that she’s adopted right?” Yelena asked him, “Cause you know, the whole not having a uterus kind of makes it difficult to have a baby,” she said. 

“Oh, well,” he turned to you, “That doesn’t matter. I have a granddaughter now,” he went to reach out for you but you turned and smacked his hand away. 

“Don’t touch me,” you snapped. 

“Okay,” Natasha said as she stood up from her seat, “Y/n,” she pulled you up from your seat gently and gave you hers so you wouldn’t have to be near him. She could sense he was just getting on your nerves and wanted to prevent you from blowing up at him. Last time something similar happened, it wasn’t pretty for the other guy. 

Natasha took your place across from Alexei, “Where is the Red Room,” she asked him. 

“I don’t know,” he responded. 

Yelena scoffed before uttering a small “bullshit,” to herself. 

“But I do know someone who does know,” Alexei added, “She’s outside of St. Petersburg.”

~~~~~

After what felt like days of walking, all thanks to Alexei and his thinking that you’d make it St. Petersburg, you finally reached a small house with pens out in front. Natasha kept you close to her but that wasn’t surprising. It was a habit of hers, always keeping you within arms reach. 

The four of you were met with another woman, one who lowered her gun when she saw you all. She let you all inside but not without shooting you a curious glance. 

The table was set and you all took your seats. Alexei was at the head of the table with your mom to his left and Melina, the woman from before, across from her. You were sitting next to Natasha and Yelena was across from you. Melina kept shooting glances at you until she finally put her fork down and looked at you, “I’m sorry I didn’t catch your name,” she said. 

Before you had the chance to answer, Alexei spoke up through a mouthful of food, “Her name is Y/n. She’s our granddaughter.”

“Granddaughter?” Melina looked between you and Natasha, “But I thought-”

“Adopted,” you, Nat, and Yelena said at the same time.

“Right,” she replied, “Welcome to the family Y/n.”

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[komoreangel]

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚

pairing: scaramouche x fem!reader

scenario: you met when you were both very young, and since the day he left you behind he still feels an undying fear for what sight would await him if he dared to return home.

or…

thantophobia - the fear of losing a loved one. but he had made it perfectly clear that you did not fall under that category when he left you and all of your promises behind.

request: okok my first idea was: scaramouche childhood friends to enemies to lovers. take with that what you will <3

a/n: hi anon ty so very much for the request we all know i love scara <33 but i did tweak it a bit basically its childhood friends to enemies to scara loves reader but reader isnt convinced (with a hint of 'ive always loved you' thrown in)

side note: this is a rewrite of an excerpt i wrote for a scara x oc, in which the oc was female (the same is said here but i will avoid using pronouns) and adopted into the kamisato clan as a princess (minor inazuma spoilers). the same situation is stated here. also i am 1000% willing to write more of this (includes my personal headcanons for scaramouche’s backstory, not canon!!)

growing up, you had always had poor health

your mother worried for you a lot when you were younger

she didn’t like to let you go outside much either

you spent most of your time in the palace walls while she worked, frequently being taken to see the royal physician

you would sit outside the door while your parents talked with the doctors about your “condition”

you weren’t even that sick

just weak for your age

that was when you first met him

he was training to be a soldier along his father

you were like a ghost in his eyes

sitting in the hall in the middle of the night

knees pushed to your chest, snoozing in the soft light of the moon

he was naturally a curious boy, so he kneeled in front of you and poked your shoulder

“hello?”

you startled awake

“wah-!” he fell back at your sudden movement

“who are you?” you asked

your voice was soft, and gentle, like a midnight breeze

“i’m [redacted].”

you remember what he told you, but some part of that memory had been erased from your mind…you wonder to this day what he could have said.

“my name is y/n.”

he thought it was a pretty name, although he wasn’t going to say anything

the two of you sat in the moonlight, talking quietly amongst yourselves

“why are you sitting outside the physician’s office?” he asked you

“my mama says i’m sick, and that going outside will make it worse.”

“oh. are you going to get better soon?”

you smile at him, a gesture that makes his chest tighten, although he can’t fathom why.

“yeah! she says that if we can afford to get some medicine from liyue, i’ll be all better! then i can start making friends!”

he slightly smiles

“can i be your friend, [redacted]?”

you had even said the name yourself once. why couldn’t you remember it?

his expression shifts to a slightly surprised look

“you…want to be my friend?”

he was quiet even then, and his silent expression would grow to an angry one over time

“yeah! you’re interesting, and you’re one of the few people who bothers to talk to me.”

he doesn’t speak for a while.

“you can say no if you want to.” you say to him.

“okay. i’ll be your friend.”

it’s a short response, but the bright grin that lights up your face makes it worth the wait

“yay! i can’t wait till i’m better so we can hang out more!”

you two talked in that hallway a lot

meeting after dark, talking about anything in the world

when you were about six, the worst of your illness hit you

the doctors didn’t even know what was wrong, and there were nights when he would sit outside the physician’s office alone at night, hoping, praying that the sun would shine on a world that still had you in it

you would collapse from exhaustion at the slightest overexertion

his father always told him he had to be careful with you, not only were you shorter than him, but you were also very fragile

those hours spent sitting in the hallway alone, he got to do a lot of thinking

he wanted to help you, but he didn’t know how

then, there was a sudden burst of hope

you were going to liyue with your parents

you would get the help you needed

he was happy for you, even if it meant you would have to spend time away from him

and then there was the terrible news

the ship had gone missing

you had too

he couldn’t sleep for days on end

his father was worried too

when he saw you again, you found yourself shuddering on the shores of inazuma

he wrapped his arms around you as tight as he could, as if his strength alone could undo everything that had happened

it was one of the few times he showed affection in public

he rushed you to the healer again

and this time there was no hoping

there was no praying

there was just the pit in his stomach, the fear that coursed through his veins and fueled his blood

every second felt like a decade, it was a moment in which you weren’t perfectly healthy and safe

the townspeople began to spread rumors, as people do

the guard’s son who was lovesick with worry for the sickly orphan girl

what a pity, no?

he wanted to shut them up. he wished he had the power to shut them up.

when even his father had to drag him away from the pharmacy, he didn’t talk to anyone for a very long time.

this was around the time he grew sour and snappy

his simply quiet demeanor developed into a scowl that constantly graced his face

he only smiled the day you were released from the physicians.

you weren’t fully healed. but you felt better than you ever had in your life.

his father took you in without a second thought, and he was just happy to have you with him.

“i’m better, scara.” you said to him, a happy smile on your face

“i was wondering when you’d hurry up and get well.”

you were a bit troubled by his attitude, but no less, you were happy to see your friend again.

it went like that for a long time.

he was rude, but you didn’t care because you knew what he was like underneath.

some nights he would sneak into your room and talk to you.

he told you he was just bored and felt like annoying you.

but his real reason was to make sure you were still breathing.

he always worried about you

so the day you received your vision, he felt a lot of relief

surely this meant that you could protect yourself. you were safe.

then the worst of all things happened.

his fathers death.

the day he felt like his world was ripped from underneath his feet.

almost immediately, the electro archon, baal, herself, intervened, and declared that you were to be adopted into the kamisato clan.

why you? why couldn’t he keep you with him? he was old enough to be able to take care of both of you

baal didn’t like his questioning. she said she knew what was best for you.

it was strange. because in the days he spent with you after, although not many, you didn’t seem sick at all.

for the first time, you seemed perfectly healthy.

he was glad for that…but he wasn’t happy. you could see that easily.

you knew this wasn’t the right thing for him

he stuck around for a year. you suppose you’re lucky he even stayed that long. you were pretty much his only reason.

sure he found friends in ayaka and kazuha…but he was unhappy.

he knew there was no point in staying, so he thought it was time he took his leave.

he approached you one day, as the sun began to set

you were worried for him, as he had been very angry towards baal and the emperor lately.

“scara, is there something you want to talk about?”

you watch as he stands before you

he blurts out, “run away with me.”

you’re taken aback almost immediately.

“what?”

he repeats his statement

“i’m going to flee from inazuma. come with me.”

“scara..”

his expression, as it does often these days, turns stern and serious.

“i’m not going to ask you again. come with me, y/n.”

you’re tired of him ordering you around.

“you know i can’t. i have duties here. i can’t just betray my country for you.”

“you know baal wants me gone. she’s going to kill me if i stay. she might do the same to you.”

you scoff at his words. “she won’t harm me or you. you’re being dramatic.”

he spits out his next words, laced with venom. “baal killed my father. i hate her and so should you.”

“scara.”

“it’s like you’ve completely forgotten about him just because you’re royalty now.”

“scara.”

“don’t call me scara. come with me if you ever cared at all.”

“scaramouche!”

he goes quiet

“don’t go. please.”

he frowns

“you know i can’t do that.”

you want to try and make him stay

but he won’t. you know nothing you say will convince him. he won’t let himself be convinced by you, even if that’s what he truly wants.

you inhale

“get out of here.”

“what?”

“go. leave. and take this with you.”

you throw the necklace you were wearing at him, and he catches it. baal had exiled him, it was true, but he couldn’t expect you to throw everything away for him.

“wait, what are you-“

as the two of you stare each other down, you hear ayaka’s voice coming from the courtyard, calling for you.

she has a guard with her, as the emperor assigns every royal family member. you managed to ditch yours early on.

“the guard is gonna get you if you stay, scara. get out of here, now.”

he scoffs

“whatever. i can’t believe i thought you were worth risking my life.”

he pockets the necklace and steps over the wall, and he’s gone.

nine years of friendship and he threw you away like you were nothing

in truth, the minute he was out of sight, he threw down his bag in anger

he turned around and you weren’t there anymore

you gave up on him

so if he hated you, you deserved it

it might be worth a hefty price anyway.

at least that’s what he told himself

(he never stopped missing you. almost as soon as he joined the fatui, he requested an audience with the tsaritsa to ask her how you were doing.)

“a simple agent, asking that much of me? and for a girl? that’s very bold of you.”

upon hearing it was about you, the cryo archon grew very interested. of course she remembered you.

the sickly orphan she gifted a vision to at a very young age.

she told him you were well

what she didn’t tell him was about baal going berserk and massacring thousands of her people.

upon receiving the news, he felt that chill upon him once again

the fear that fell onto his shoulders, weighing him down, too scared to ask for more information. he didn’t want to be told you were gone.

“the royal family was not harmed.”

he felt his muscles relax as he calmed down.

he quickly reassumed an upright stance.

he was the sixth harbinger. he has no weaknesses. he cares for nothing and no one.

but beneath his mask, the fire of his love for you burned brighter than the flame of any pyro vision.

a/n: ok so i really enjoyed this….scara banner when. i did tweak it a bit but i have other things written for this scenario in which scara returns to inazuma and reader is (deservingly) PISSED with him :) lmk if you want me to post those !

[honeyhenry]

Sweet as Pie

With some much needed time off, and excitement crisp in the air, you had flown over to Jersey with your husband Henry for Christmas to stay with his family, and they had been delighted to have you both back on his homeland. You settled in to Henry’s old room, unpacking all of the gifts you had brought for his family. You knew his nieces and nephews were going to love you even more when they saw what would be lying for them under the grand Christmas tree in the living room. Secretly, you were their favourite - not that they’d ever tell their poor Uncle Henry.

The large home is tidy, but scattered with family members in every room, all feeling at home in the place where Henry and his brothers grew up. You’d been able to catch up with the relatives you didn’t often see, and promise to spend some quality time together over the holidays.

It was so sweet to watch all the children’s faces light up on Christmas morning. You were glad that you and Henry could be spared an extra few moments in bed, being the only childless couple in the house. Yet moments later, Kal had leapt onto the bed - much to Henry’s annoyance; “down Kal, careful now” -  as soon as he had heard the pattering of his small friends’ feet out in the hallways. And what Kal wanted, you usually gave him.

Which is why, at 6.45am, Kal dragged you and in turn, dragged Henry down to the living room where the rest of the family sat, with the kids lit up like the Christmas tree that their plethora of presents laid under, grinning to their bleary eyed parents who’d barely had a wink of sleep on the cold winter morning.

“You’d think after 6 years it gets easier” you’d heard someone murmur, and so you’d decided to put the kettle on for those poor souls. Luckily for you, 45 minutes later, you’re able to snuggle back into bed with Henry, warming your feet on his legs to annoy him. You kiss the offended pout right off his face, before feeling his beefy arms wrap around your waist. It’s the last thing you had recalled, as you dozed off in his arms only seconds later, feeling his fingertips rub against your hip softly.

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The kitchen was bustling with about 10 bodies all completing their various tasks; cooking, washing, baking, roasting, timing and tasting. Well, you had kicked your husband out of the kitchen for sneaking a taste of your dessert before it was ready, chastising him out of the door. 

“You can either help properly or go and play with your siblings” you had bargained while he’d grinned, leaning against the doorframe. He raised an eyebrow, looking you up and down like you were a pastry he was keen to ravish himself; “But who is going to compliment the chef?”

With that, you’d folded your arms across your chest, blushing at his words. The cheek of that man was not lost on you, and it still got you every single time. 

And you loved him for it.

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The meal was a total success. A wonderful soup starter, followed by a small appetiser, and then the most magnificent turkey. Feeding over 20 people - now probably closer to 30 if you were to include the children who were growing up so quickly in front of your eyes - had proven to be difficult, but it was a challenge the family had clearly tackled before.

You had been so excited to prepare the desserts, and present your dish. However, halfway through the day, somewhere between the main course, watching your nephews with their new toys, and the dessert course of the delicious homemade Christmas feast, you’d fallen asleep on the sofa completely tuckered out. Your legs rested on Henry’s lap as he’d covered you with a hand-knitted blanket that he’d once slept with as a boy. Henry’s mother speaks up, careful not to wake you. She has a gleam in her eye, not that you or even Henry notice, too wrapped up in your own cozy sleepy bubble together by the fire.

“Dessert can wait” his mother says to the gaggle of children and adults swarming the living room, “go out and get some fresh air.”

She turns to the children, specifically.  “Do not disturb your Aunt, okay?”

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Your cheeks are warm as the fire heats the living room, and after a particularly competitive game of rugby with his brothers, nieces, and nephews, Henry quietly checks on you. He had left the room earlier when you had shifted your legs slightly, taking the opportunity to get some fresh air himself. It had indeed been a long day. His brothers had questioned your tiredness briefly, making sure you were well. With the knowledge that you were simply sleepy, they had begun to joke that you obviously just couldn’t keep up with the rest of the Cavills - despite having married into the family for 2 years and been around for the holidays for 4. Henry had promised them that you were fine -  that you still weren’t used to the long trip back to the island for the holidays. 

Not exactly a fib, he’d thought.

Kal was laid beside you, loyal as ever, watching out for anyone who may disturb your rest, sending a rumbling growl towards anyone who approached. Except Henry. 

While checking on you now to make sure you were still comfortable and resting well, he smiled, taking a picture of you wrapped up cosily by the fire, at peace in his childhood home, completely at rest and ease with him and his closest relatives. Petting Kal softly, he thanks him for looking after his mama so well.

“So?”

His mother, he hears. She’s alone for once as there was no one rushing to check for updates on food, no enquiries about the house, or any funny stories woven into a ten minute tale from her grandchildren. She’s alone, with her hands on her hips and her eyebrows raised.

Henry stands up straight. There’s nothing that can wipe the tremendously cheesy grin off of his face. He can’t even speak. Even after dessert had finished, you were the one who would be doing all the talking, the telling, the explaining.

“Mum-”

“Henry. She’s not ill. and i know you’re sensible enough to not be up the whole night with your wife...at least under my roof. So…?”

He looks over at your peaceful form, and then scratches his neck, blushing at being caught out, but also ecstatic that he can finally say something about it.

“She’s eleven weeks. We’re expecting a baby next summer”

With that, his mother almost leaps with joy over to her son, who she hugs closely despite the obvious height barrier. 

“Oh i knew it, I knew it! I’m so happy for you Henry, for you both. I thought, ‘She normally loves that bread for starter’, hm? Oh my boy! A father!”

With her proclamation, Henry finds that he has tears in his eyes as he holds his Mother close, finally glad that it’s not just a little secret between the two of you - well, the two of you and Kal, who had already been a stellar protector and big brother.

“We had planned to tell everyone after dessert…we’ve known for nearly 2 months and it’s been killing me that I couldn’t say. We’ve had to be so careful-“ 

“Henry?” he hears your quiet voice from across the room, as Kal’s collar jingles. He turns to see you sitting up from your nap with Kal booping his nose at your stomach. You’re scratching at his head, thanking him for being such a wonderful boy, while looking up at the two Cavills.

It takes less than a second for you to realise what is happening in front of you. Your jaw drops and louder than your previous call, you exclaim, “Henry you told her?”

“She worked it out! Practically forced it out of me.” he grins, holding his hands up as his Mother pretends to smack his arm.

You stand, watching not to step on Kal or any stray Legos that your nephews have left strewn across the floor, and walk over to hug her. She’s been so caring and kind since you’ve joined the family all those years ago, and you know that she will be an incredible Grandma to your little one. 

Breaking apart from the hug, you find Henry pulling you to him carefully, letting you melt into his side. Kissing your forehead he asks, for your ears only, “Good sleep? No pains? Sickness?” He has a small crease of worry between his brows and you always do your best to soften that small tense area with regular updates and sweet kisses.

“Yeah i’m okay honey” you reassure him, patting your stomach, “this ones growing up a storm in there”. 

And they really are. Henry’s mother cannot believe she’s seeing it, and mostly can’t believe she missed it. You’re already showing, but a large loose sweater -probably one of Henry’s old ones that has since become yours - over your dress, has hidden a sizeable roundness to your stomach that you were excited to finally show.

“How did I miss this!” Your mother-in-law gasps, causing you to grin, and Henry’s chest to puff with utter pride and excitement.

“I know it’s bordering on having too much to eat, but we’ve been hiding it for a couple weeks now. Doctor thinks that baby’s gonna be big. Just like their daddy.” You explain, giving your stomach another gentle rub, surprised to find Henry’s hand there on it already.

If you’d thought Kal was protective, Henry was another thing altogether.

He’s still grinning as you kiss him, before you pull away to speak more to his mother about all the details, especially when you’ll be coming over to Jersey again. Kai follows you closely, making sure you’re staying safe. He’s known that there’s something up with his mama, there has been for weeks, especially with the way his master looks after you now.

Henry, deciding to be sneaky while the two women in his life are currently distracted chatting, takes another taste of the dessert you made, now set out on the kitchen. The worst part is, he thinks he’s got away with it.

He realises he doesn’t the second you smack his hand from the dessert.

“Strike two Mr Cavill! Step away from the pie.”

“And if I don’t?” he raises an eyebrow, watching your reactions as you hold a butter knife in your hand trying to look at least vaguely threatening - failing miserably. “Maybe i’ll strike out tonight, hm?” he continues with that wonderfully mischievous glint in his eye, taking cautious steps towards you. “You look even sweeter than your pie with this little bump here. Maybe I’ll have a taste later after all.” 

Henry’s mother had not been right in her assumptions, for under her roof, you and Henry were not sensible at all.

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