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starlight-bread-blog · 1 year ago

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In Defense of Katara

Update: The views expressed on Aang in this post are majorly dated.

Katara has been..

a controversial character. Particularly for the following reasons.

Supposedly talking about her mother "all the time", bringing it up out of context, making it all about herself and lashing out about it.

But before properly analyzing her character, let's first actually list off all the episodes where Katara has mentioned her mother (also in video form):

The Boy in the Iceberg:

Mentions her mother to confront Sokka about being lazy, establishing the family dynamic after her death and generally setting up her character arc.

The Southern Air Temple:

Firstly mentions her mother to prepare Aang to discovering a "potential" loss when getting back home. Then again to show empathy to Aang by showing that she somewhat understands what he's feeling.

Imprisoned:

Brings up Kya to connect with Haru about similar losses. It's also brought up again by Haru when her mother's necklace disappears.

The Waterbending Scroll:

Didn't mention her mother, just the necklace. Since Zuko showed her the necklace, which was lost.

Jet:

Mentions Kya to connect with Jet who also lost his parents to the Fire Nation.

The Waterbending Master:

Once again, she only mentions the necklace. And only because Pakku notices it himself.

The Swamp:

The swamp makes her hallucinate about her mother. It was fully outside of her control.

The Crossroads of the Destiny:

Brings up her mother's death once she got a chance to have a conversation with Zuko, who was her enemy and for all she knew, represented the nation who killed her mother.

The Headband:

It is brought up by Aang. He tells Katara that people could recognize her necklace for being Water Tribe while hiding in the Fire Nation.

The Puppetmaster:

Katara connects with Hamma over being from Southern Water Tribe and being hurt by the Fire Nation.

The Southern Raiders:

This entire episode focuses on Kya. She mentions her 5 times total. (Worth noting that Zuko brought it up in the first place).

It is also brought up in The Runaway by Sokka, and in Sozin’s Comet Part 4: Avatar Aang by Hakoda.

To sum up: Katara brings up her mother in a total of 11 episodes. 1 to establish the tragedy, 1 to comfrot Aang, 1 was outside of her control, 1 to confront the Fire Nation prince, 3 to connect with someone with similar experience of loss, and 4 times it's just about the necklace.

The claim that Katara brings up her mother "all the time" and out of context is entirely baseless. But I know what you're thinking:

Yeah it's bad. Really bad. But Katara is a 14 year old, dealing with grief. By no means this is an okay thing to say. But let's dive deeper – how her mother's death effected her, the dynamics it created and if there is any truth to what she's saying.

Katara has always been the care giver, the one who'll notice when you're in need, giving seemingly unconditional emotional support. Even prioritizing other's well being over her own. In The Deserter, Aang acted careless, using his firebendering to accidentally injure Katara. Unsuprisigly, Aang feels terrible about hurting her. He is confronted about it not by Katara, but by Sokka. Meanwhile Katara heals her own scar. And in the end, she's the one comforting guilty Aang.

Another instance is The Desert. The Gaang was stuck without Appa, with little to no supplies, in the middle of a desert. They're all hungry, exhausted and unsure of what's to come. Katara shows incredible resilience and empathy – she offers her bending water to everyone, but isn't show to drink any herself. And her response to Aang's outburst after semi failinh to get water from a cloud.

Katara: Wow, there's hardly any in here..

Aang: I'm sorry, okay?! It's a desert cloud! I did all I could! What's anyone else doing?! *Points at Katara* What are you doing?

Katara: Trying to keep everyone together. Let's just get moving. We need to head this direction.

In the end of the episode, Aang finds the sendbenders who stole Appa. He gets in the Avatar state, and while all the other characters run away, Katara stays, she hugs him in an uncontrollable rage. Want to hear something interesting? We don't see the characters express gratitude to her efforts. Even in the next episode she helps strangers give birth.

Instead of resolving her trauma, Katara internalized it. She became "the mother". She is the reason Sokka doesn't bring up his mother. I'd like to add a quote from Sokka in The Runaway:

"I'm gonna tell you something crazy. I never told anyone this before, but honestly, I'm not sure I can remember what my mother looked like. It really seems like my whole life, Katara has been the one looking out for me. She's always been the one that's there".

This is the closest we got to giving Katara the much needed support. Their grief is not the same.

Same goes for Aang's grief. Yes, he lost his entire nation. While Katara's grief molded her character, Aang's grief is only brought up when used in context. It's only brought up explicitly 3 times: In The Southern Air Temple, while finding out what happened for the first time; in The Storm for giving us his backstory and in The Guru when he has focus on his grief. It's also used to create another layer of tension 3 other times (The Northen Air Temple, The Desert and The Serpent's Pass). In every time it's brought up, it's linked to the overall plot/subplot in some way. It isn't something that is shown to change who he is as a person.

Katara on the other hand, took on the mother role in the age of eight, fundamentally changing who she is. She is used to swallowing her pain, to suck it up because others need help. Only showing weekness when alone, when no one from the Gaang is looking.

Almost everything about her is somehow linked to Kya. She cooks, she she sews, she gives orders – like a mother. A quote from The Runaway:

Katara: What do you think, Aang? Do I act like a mom?

Aang: Well, I-

Katara (intensively): Stop rudding your eye and speak clearly when you talk.

Aang: Yes ma'am!

That's her canonical love intereat what? So casually, it's about Kya. The trauma they all experienced is semi the same, but the impact was completely different. Katara's experience of grief is fundamentally different from Sokka's and Aang's and never had a proper closure.

Until The Southern Raiders. Katara has a chance to finally express all of this pent up trauma. You might not think it's healthy, or sympathetic, but now it's Katara's grief that is on full display. But Aang and Sokka weren't understanding. They suggest her to go right back to what she has been doing for years. Aang even compares her loss to losing Appa and tells her she sound like Jet. And in a moment of humanity, weekness and frustration, Katara lashes out.

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thewritersaddictions · 2 years ago

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Drabble: Joel Miller- Dad Jokes

Did Joel always have such a rough exterior? Yeah, he did with people that he didn't know, or while he was trying desperately trying to keep himself protected.

Joel was a creature of habit. A set of things that made him comfortable, but now that had been taken and ripped away from him. Right in front of him, in his arms, he had the joy of life sucked out of him.

He stayed cold for many years. Cold to the touch and cold to the heart. Nothing not even what you thought he was supposed to sound or feel like was Joel anymore.

Joel tried for the longest time to keep emotions and anything that would or could hurt him at bay. emotions of his daughter dying in his arms. Shove that deep down in his chest, away from the burning light of the next morning sunrise. Knowing that he wasn't able to protect Tommy from joining the Firefiles. He shoved that one down too. Everything that was hurting him was shoved further and further into the pit of his stomach. It left Joel feeling heavy and angry.

The pain didn't stop there though. He turned numb and just like that he was trusted back into the realm of love and friendship. Tessa, god she was so damn straight with Joel. She was the sweetest person that Joel had met since his daughter Sarah. She was everything that kept him going even though he wanted nothing more than to be with his daughter once more.

But love is a bitch and she takes even the best things from people who don't deserve it. Tessa bit, too many emotions clouded Joel's mind as he tried to figure out how they had gotten here. How he had somehow ended up with a girl not far from Sarah ages when she passed away. How had he gotten here back to taking care of another person.

Sure Joel had tossed the idea around in his head. Was Ellie more than cargo or was she just that. Had Ellie and Joel's time together meant anything like his time with his daughter. There was that but there was also something different, For years Joel had yearned for that role of a protector all over again. He wanted someone who he could protect to make up for the loss of his daughter. Not a replacement but for forgiveness.

Maybe Ellie was that forgiveness, Maybe Sarah had in some god-like way Ellie in his path. Maybe Sarah was trying to help him come to a realization that the anger and self-pity could be turned into something worth it again. Something that would make a difference in the bleak world they now lived in.

It took longer then excepted for Joel to come around. For Joel to be comfrotable with Ellie being around him. Relying on him, wanting to learn more about the world that she had been lied to about by FEDRA

He gathered his thougths when he went to Bill and Franks. He didn't want to let her go, not to the tw ofo them. He was good friends with Frank and Bill, but he had been taking care of ellie for to long already now.

"Joel?" Ellie asks him softly in the dark night. "What Ellie?" "Do you have any dad jokes?" Ellie asks. She tired it's in her voice but still she asks through her long yawns. Pushng sleep away, Joel can't help but think back to sarah. his heart squezzes a little at the thought.

He remembers a few. A few of Sarahs favorite that her dad used to use on repeat. Sarah would laugh loudly. A hand on her stomach as it ached from laughing so damn much. Joel smiles at the thought of his daughter with a wide smile on her face, bright eyes that loved him. "yeah I think i've got a few in my back pocket. Why do you wanna know?" Joel asks Ellie. It rough on the extorit his question. He doens't mean to sound like an asshole that just how he sounds nowadays.

"Well will you tell me a few?!" Ellie says. Joel looks over at Ellie. The truck isn't that big but he's been looking up at the roof of the truck. When he turns Ellie looking at him with those child-like eyes. One that are waiting for adventure, ones that are waiting;yearning to grow up quicker then they have to.

"Cool it kid, but yeah." Joel says he gives a few seconds for the air between the two of them to cool down. "Have you ever heard the chocolate record player?" Ellie brows scuch together. Joel has to push down the smile growing rearing it ugly head. "It's pretty sweet!" Joel says finsihing the joke.

Ellie rolls her eyes. "Come on Joel you've got to have better ones!" Ellie complains. So, Joels thinks. "How do you make 7 even?" Joel asks. He's letting in the happiness spark by spark. 'Oh I know this one." Ellie says. Surpisingliy to Joel she get's it right. It reminds him of Sarah always a quick wit. "All you have to do is take the s away!" "Shit kid, you actually got that! Are you pulling my leg with these dad jokes?" Joel asks Ellie. She smiles and for a second there's a whole different person in the passenger seat next to him.

"Maybe Joel, but can you tell me one more?" Ellie asks a yawn interuptting her towards the end. "Sure kid." joel says. He starts thinking.

He's trying to think of one that will get a laugh out of Ellie. A deep, belly aching type of laugh out of her. He wants to see that same smile on Ellie face that he hadn't seen in more then twenty years. Joel wants to feel like he isn't here in the truck waiting and listening out for clickers or anything else that might be hauntig the both of them.

he wants to live in a dream for just a little longer. Joel wants to think and beilive that he's just driving across the country trying to find allthe best features that the country has to give. "okay Ellie, one more. Here we go," He looks over at her once more.

"I once got fired from a canned juice company. Apparently I couldn't concentrate." Joel can see the qucik looks cross over Ellie face, and then she's laughing. For what reason Joel doens't care. She laughng probably something she's never done not like this. She's a pure child, and for the first time in forever and a decade.

Joel feels happiness wrap around his cold heart.

Completed on: 02/22/23

Posted on: 02/22/23

Last Of Us-

A/n- This got out of hand, but I hope you enjoy a cute father x daughter between Joel and Ellie

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asharinhun · 9 months ago

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DWC Feb 2024 - Day 1 - Flirt/Casualty

tw: injuries (bruises, broken bones, no blood), drunken behaviour, emotional vulnerability

Arlyn woke with a groan, if only she could go back to sleep at least until her pounding headache was over. Why did her head hurt in the first place?

"Ugh..." The singer tried to blink her eyes open, but only the right would obey. She was about to rub the sleep out of the other when a rough but gentle hand caught her wrist.

"Wouldn't do that if I were you." The voice was rich and deep, soothing the immediate panic Arlyn felt upon the contact.

She knew that voice, Tides damn the fog on her brain.

At least the advice was welcome as she finally realized why her left eye wouldn't open. And now that she was properly awake, she turned around to face other person in her bed, her good eye widening with recognition.

"Ah, Sam..." was all Arlyn could mutter, cheeks suddenly flaming red -the tank top the other woman wore left little to imagination- as a few bits and pieces came back to her.

"Morning to you too, though it's almost noon." The worgen grinned as she sat up and stretched. "Glass of water's on the nightstand. Thought you might need it after last night."

"Thanks." The singer drank eagerly, it would surely help with her hangover. Damn... she didn't really drink that much, did she?

"So uhh, last night. Did we...?" Arlyn finally asked, though she had a feeling she knew the answer already, considering she was still in her bra and her doeskin breeches.

"Nope, kisses and cuddles were all we did. You were too drunk, and that's no real consent in my eye, y'know." Sam furrowed her brows a little as she replied, untangling herself from the sheets.

"Don't get me wrong, you're quite a sight with all those tattoos and nice curves, even with a plum glued to your face... just didn't want your time with me to become another regret after sobering up, especially after confiding in me like that." She finished as she stood, her scarred, muscled body in full view in her top and trunks. "Let me get you another glass."

The answer made Arlyn feel relieved, touched and annoyed all at once, and for some reason -one she actually knew quite well- even the tips of her ears were red by now.

"Thank you. I don't think I'm ready for that yet, and -hey, that's not a plum and it's totally your fault!" Not the most elegant way of switching topics, but the singer was glad Sam played along without fuss.

The indignant shout and crimson cheeks at the end earned her a grin and a wink from the worgen. Okay, Arlyn wasn't that glad anymore. Insufferable woman.

"All good, so don't worry your pretty head over that. We agreed to only do what we both want and comfrotable with." Sam's voice turned serious for a moment, but the levity was back along with her teasing.

"My fault, is it? I clearly remember disagreeing with that. Let me get you that water while you try to recall everything from last night. Oh, and one last piece of wisdom: Don't try to stand." Sam suggested, swaying her hips even more as she padded to the kitchen downstairs.

Arlyn couldn't help a gulp at the sight, followed by a groan. It was unfair how Sam could affect her so easily.

"Wait, what did you-" Her question was cut off as she jumped to her feet to go after the other woman, a decision she quickly came to regret with a pained cry.

Keeping her right foot off the ground, the singer hopped back to her bed and sat down amid a string of curses.

Her ankle throbbed horribly after this little stunt, and she had to bite back a hiss even at the barest of touches. At least it was already expertly bandaged, though that black wrap was certainly wasn't hers.

The sight acted as if she was handed the last piece of the puzzle in Arlyn's mind, the events of the previous night rushing back in.

---o---

Arlyn exhaled again with a huff on the empty balcony of the Flask & Rum, but the cold night air was no balm to her wounded pride. She adjusted her coat -she only took it to appease Gramps, she didn't mind the cold these days- over her shoulders with one hand, her other palm coated with a thin layer of frost as she cradled her swollen shut left eye.

The injury itself was not a surprise after the countless times she ended up like this, but the way she got the current one was utterly humiliating.

The Love is in the Air celebration was still in full swing all over Azeroth. It didn't matter in the past, but ever since she got her 'closure' with Jake, every year got steadily worse. This time all Arlyn felt was complete and utter loneliness.

As any good kul tiran, she chose to drink away her troubles. She had high alcohol tolerance so she didn't have high expectations, but if she could actually end up drunk, Tidemother knows she had earned a break. Surely one night wouldn't hurt.

Still, Arlyn had her principles so she didn't get smashed rightaway. She was only tipsy at best at the time, and apparently that was more than enough to ignore the warning of Horman and his buddies to avoid the brawl floor tonight. Something about a woman who felt so at home hitting people as if she was a fish in the sea.

A single punch. That was all it took to knock Arlyn out completely. When she came round, she was already leaning against the bar, Horman looking over her with concern while Gramps was shaking his head. Apparently the woman caught her before she hit the floor and even carried her prone form up to the bar to make sure she would be okay.

The worst thing was, Arlyn took the hit because she just couldn't tear her eyes away from the woman. And now she would be forced to look at her from afar with just one eye for the rest of the night. Good thing she was too embarassed to take a peek after this.

And now she was out here, sulking and figuratively licking her wounds.

"Tides fuck it all, I need more Anchor Drop and get properly drunk if I want to survive this night." Arlyn grumbled, covering her blackeye with her hair as usual. Damn it, as if her original troubles weren't enough.

Her decision made, the singer rushed down the steps to get back inside. Maybe she could forget the whole night if she drank enough. The sound of opening doors made her look up in surprise and missed her step, only let out an undignified yelp of pain as her right ankle twisted beneath her.

She closed her eye by instict in anticipation of the impact on her backside, but a pair of strong arms caught her by the waist.

"Woah, are you okay?"

Arlyn's working eye snapped open at the concerned tone, and of all the people she found herself in the hands of the woman who knocked her out earlier. Why, why did it have to be her? And why did the woman have to look so gentle despite the rough scars marring that beautiful face?

Arlyn wanted to curse and cry, but was unwilling to shame herself any further.

Scrunching together what remained of her dignity, the singer nodded, but her forced smile turned into a grimace the moment she tried to put weight on her right foot and lifted it back into the air instantly.

Her ankle was busted. Fuck.

"Sure as fel doesn't look like it. C'mon, let's get you inside." The newcomer clicked her tongue at the singer's actions.

Arlyn suddenly found that she missed the feeling of being held as the woman let go of heronly to switch position, with one of the singer's arms over her wide shoulders and one of the woman's own arms once again on her waist. At least they were about the same height, but it woudl be slow going.

"Can this night be any worse?" The singer muttered under her breath as she hopped down along. Her voice low enough that no one was supposed to hear, but the other woman did if the the rumbling chuckle was anythign to go by.

"If there's one thing I've learned, things can be always worse. A drink or two usually helps though. What do you say?" The words were accompanied by what was probably a wink, though it was harder to tell with the eyepatch covering the woman's right eye.

And damn, but that lopsided grin was charming, not to mention the way her whole demeanor -the way she cared for real- put Arlyn at ease despite her earlier dislike.

"As long as it's Anchor Drop, I'm in. You owe me anyway for giving me this lovely wink, by the way." Arlyn shook her hair away to reveal the massive bump that sealed her left eye shut.

"Was told the risk of injury was a given if I went down there. I thought that was true for everyone, then why is it my fault? But it's also true that I was surprised by the way you froze mid-swing, and I forgot to control my strength as a result. Sorry about that. You're the only one who received a full force blow since I've been here." The woman chuckled a bit sheepishly. "The name's Sam, by the way." "Wait, so you were holding back when you punched out the other guys with such ease? Tidemother's arse, what sort of beast are you?" She was smiling to take the edge out of her words. "I'm Arlyn. I would say nice to meet you, but my eye disagrees." She added with a laugh of her own.

"Hah, a big bruise doesn't make you any less pretty, and I can always kiss that eye better if that's what you want." Sam grinned before adding "And it's a fair question. I earn my gold with fighting bare-handed most of the time, and do bodyguard or mercenary jobs on the side. Plus I'm a worgen with all its perks, so yeah, you could say hitting people is my specialty."

"Arlyn!"

The singer thanked the Tides that their chat was interrupted by a concerned Horman rushing towards them. The precious moments he won her were barely enough to get her blush under control.

"It's okay Horman, just slipped outside and twisted my leg. Sam caught me and now she is going to buy my drinks, courtesy of my wink."

The man glanced at the brawler once before shaking his head with a sigh. "Of course, of course, but I'm not the one who will explain all that to the old man. She's all yours, champ." He pointed at her injured leg before adding a last comment for Sam and walking away.

"Heh, you got reliable friends, I'm almost envious. Though I don't get what your wink has to do with anything..."

"You can have him, he worries too much for his own good. As for that... well, this is far from the first time I'm down to one eye thanks to the tavern brawls. I guess it's actually quite often the case. Anyway, it works wonders for getting free drinks." Arlyn scratched her cheek with her free hand.

"As someone who's down to one peeper permanently, can say with confidence it really sucks. Sure, yours is just shut now, but continuous damage builds up, so take care, will you? Am sure your natural wink is just as charming, plus you have a lovely singing voice. Surely it's enough to earn your keep, isn't it?"

The fact that Sam had watched her performing caught Arlyn completely off guard. She got plenty of compliments before yet this was one of the few times she got truly flustered.

"Ah, uh... thanks... but it's not that simple." The singer paused, she didn't really pay attention to the black eyepatch hiding Sam's right eye from view before, but the scars were telling. "Maybe a tale for a tale? I'll try to explain, if you are willing to share how you lost yours."

Arlyn didn't miss the way Sam's face stiffened, apparently the topic was a no-go.

"That's maybe a discussion for another time, sorry. Now hurry up, we better get that boot off before you ankle swells into it completely, or you can say goodbye to your boot as well. You don't want that, do you?"

"Then it will be just another casualty of the night at this point." The flippant line earned Arlyn a chuckle, and she was relieved that the awkwardness was gone.

The singer was helped to one of the empty seats once they finally reached the bar -luckily Gramps' rotation was apparently over, saving her from another 'great' conversation- while Sam knelt down to ease the boot off.

After a strangled yelp and a few whimpers it became clear that the worgen's prediction was spot on. It took a few minutes, but Arlyn could finally exhale in relief, ignoring the discarded ruins of her footwear.

Relief that vanished instantly at the sight of her bare, swollen foot and ankle, the latter already twice the size it normally should be.

"Fuck. It's broken, isn't it? Good thing I have a splint and crutches at home..." The singer grumbled while wiping her tears.

"Could also be a really bad sprain, but I'm no healer and you'll definitely need one if you want to walk on it anytime soon. Best I can do is wrapping it up." Sam offered, rolling up the singer's breeches a little before she started rummaging in her backpack.

"Raincheck on the healer for now, so please go ahead." Arlyn chose to order four kegs of Anchor drop instead, the barkeeper obeying silently. Healers were still a sensitive topic for her even after a decade, but Sam couldn't have known.

The sudden pain pulled her attention back to the brawler, only to find she was almost finished with the bandaging, using a black wrap. She was so gentle, something Arlyn had already experienced more than once tonight. Her cheeks turned red, and not because of the alcohol.

She wanted to kiss Sam. Fuck.

"It's one of the wraps I use for fighting." Sam explained, easing Arlyn's foot onto the empty seat. "Not too tight, is it?"

"It's perfect." The singer nodded her thanks and took another deep sip from the alcohol, anything to distract her from the woman next to her.

"Ahh... good ol' Anchor Drop never disappoints." Expect it did, her mind was still locked onto the sensation of the worgen's touch. Yep, she needed more drinks.

Sam watched with raised brows as the first and then the second keg was emptied. Soon enough the whole round was finished off with Arlyn already ordering the second.

"You sure you want to go that fast? I promised you a round or two, true, but fucking up your balance and depth perception even further is a bad idea."

"Hah, this much is nothing. Planned to drink more than this anyway, and a busted ankle's not going to stop me." Arlyn reached for a fresh keg so she could ignore the constricting feeling in her chest.

"Hey, you really should slow down. How do you even plan going home like this?" Sam knew it wasn't her place to interfere, fel, she barely knew the singer, but she couldn't help a frown at the alarmingly increasing number of empty kegs in front of Arlyn while she herself was barely halfway into her second.

"Why, are you offering to sweep me off my feet like a knight and carry me home, hmm?" Arlyn asked with a tilt of her head and an odd, teasing smile. Normally she wasn't so daring -given her lack of experience-, but she was drunk and it was not fair how easily Sam could affect her.

"Yep, that's more than enough, you're completely drunk." Sam reached out to take away Arlyn's drink, and sighed in relief when she let her. "As for sweeping you off your feet, you know you already did half the job for me, right?" Sam looked pointedly at the singer's injured ankle.

"Ugh, that was mean! You're not fair." Arlyn pouted, arms crossed under her chest. Nope, she was simply not good at this sort of thing, but the brawler's small chuckle was enough to console her ever so slightly.

"And now you're laughing at me! Seriously, you're the worst!" Arlyn grumbled before easing her bad leg off the seat and took on her coat with slightly uncoordinated movements. "You said you'd carry me home, so let's go."

"I certainly didn't say it, but definitely a better plan than watching you get wasted. Just let me pay first before I get banned from here." The brawler sighed before reaching for her coin pouch. At least she stuffed it quite nicely earlier from the bets on herself, more than sufficient to cover the cost.

"Nah, it's fine. Miranda, tell Gramps it's all on me. He can dock it from my pay if he wants." Arlyn couldn't help a real, honest laugh at the worgen's flabbergasted expression. "Perks of being the owners' daughter. Now come ooooon." She raised her arms at Sam, ready to be picked up.

"You're the the owners'... I'm not even surprised anymore." A glance at the barkeep's expression told the brawler it was all true. "It's sooooo tempting to toss you over my shoulder and carry you like a sack of potates, y'know."

"I'd like to see you try!" The singer dared, only to be unceremoniously grabbed by her waist by a single strong arm. "No, no, no! I was joking, okay?!"

Sam couldn't help a satisfied hum as she eased Arlyn back to the floor. They made quite a scene, but she couldn't be bothered about it anymore. Most of the folks were completely smashed anyway.

The drunk singer hopped a few steps away to steady herself against one of the wooden columns. She simply stood there for a moment, oh so tempted to wipe that smug look from the worgen's face, preferably by kissing it away.

The thought painted Arlyn's cheeks crimson with butterflies in her stomach, but the suffocating feeling in her chest grew worse at the same time. Luckily the brawler was too busy with double-checking that they got everything to notice her turmoil.

At least that's what she thought.

"Fear not, going to do it properly now. You ready?" Sam asked once she had her own coat and backpack on.

A single nod -Arlyn still couldn't trust her voice- was all it took to lift the singer into her arms like a princess. Sam expected her to yelp or complain, but she simply wrapped her arms around the worgen's neck and snuggled into her shoulder.

"Just don't fall asleep on me. I have no idea where your place is, so I'll need directions. Up for it, princess?"

She didn't receive a verbal reply, just a groan and a fist smacking her shoulder halfheartedly. Good enough in her book.

The trek to the singer's place shouldn't have been too long, but it was getting really late and Arlyn made her take the wrong turn more than once either accidentally or deliberately -likely deliberately-, and Sam was getting tired. It even started snowing to spite her further.

"Are we close by? Not going to lie, I won't be able to carry you like this for much longer." The worgen panted as she stopped for a short break.

"You can put me down. I can hop along fine, just don't let me fall." The singer's voice was deflated, her earlier sass and cheerfulness all but gone.

"No need for that, can still give you a piggyback ride. Just no more wrong turns and dead ends, okay?" Sam asked with a frown, concern evident in her tone, exactly like when she first held Arlyn at the stairs after she slipped.

It made the singer's heart ache even more. She just couldn't hold everything in anymore.

"Sorry. I just... I just didn't want this to end." Arlyn took a deep breath and patted the brawler to let her down. She wasn't sure that she could voice her thoughts properly, she was too drunk for something that would be hard even when she was sober, but after putting up with her the whole night, Sam more than deserved to know.

So she did her best to explain evewrything. About the crushing loneliness, the lack of any touch more meaningful than a pat on the back, and she could hardly believe that for the first time in years someone held her with geniue care, like she mattered instead of out of some professional facade.

Even about how humiliated she felt after getting getting knocked out by a single first, and how her opinion on Sam took a complete turn during the time they spend together. And that of course all this had to happen on the one night she decided to get drunk for real.

"...and this, you carrying me like that, it felt... nice. Safe. I know you barely know me, that I'm pathetic, and that you think all these are just my drunken ramblings, but I swear by the Tidemother, none of it is a lie!" Arlyn was clutching at Sam's shoulders desperately with tears running down her cheeks, begging to be believed.

After a moment of utter silence, the singer was about to let go and make the rest of the way home somehow -she would have to hop or crawl since she was in no state to successfully summon Tymest-, only to be pulled into a tight embrace.

"I understand." The truth of those two words hit Arlyn like a sledgehammer, letting her break down into relieved sobs. The worgen just held her, grounding and protecting her amid the storm of her own emotions.

Their hair was partly covered in snow by the time the singer calmed down.

"Damn, your leg msut be freezing already. Better get you home fast before you catch a cold... but we'll need a proper talk once you're sober." The worgen muttered before scooping Arlyn up into her arms again. "Which way, princess?"

"It's fine, cold doesn't affect me much. I think it even helped, ankle's not throbbing that badly right now." Arlyn looked down at her bandaged foot dangling in the air.

"Before I tell you, there's something I'd like to do." She huffed out a short laugh when she was picked up, but this position worked just as well. Arlyn locked her gaze with Sam's.

"Can I...?" Unable to finish her question verbally, the singer's good eye glanced briefly at the worgen's lips as she leaned closer.

Arlyn could see obvious desire warring with restraint in that gorgeous golden eye. If only she could convince Sam that her sober self would've wanted to do it all the same.

"The thought was haunting me for half the night now... even before I got that drunk." The singer added with a whisper, running a finger along the brawler's jaw.

Sam's last restraints were shattered by that devastating combination, she finally succumbed to the siren's call.

---o---

"Warned you, didn't I?"

Sam's voice was enough to pull Arlyn back to the present, her face still crimson from the memories.

The worgen handed her the fresh glass of water, brows furrowed at the singer's injuries. "Tried finding some ice for those, but no such luck and didn't want to turn your kitchen upside down."

Arlyn chuckled sheepishly a little and took a sip. "Yeah, about that..."

She put down the glass and held her hands up, her palms suddenly coated with a thin layer of ice before cupping her closed eye with one hand and gently placing the other on her ankle.

"I'm a frost mage. It's a recent development, so you could say I still fumble around a lot. Finding a way to soothe my bruises seemed like a good place to start with, so yeah." She didn't mention conjuring spears of ice or the existence of Tymest yet, but it was true she had much to learn as a mage.

"Oh. Well, useful choice for your wink at least." The brawler huffed as she sat next to the singer. This also explained Arlyn's comments about the cold.

"Are you sober enough for the talk? Sorry for pressing, just I'd rather have it over and done with, and maybe get back to bed after." Sam's voice grew serious.

"Yeah, my head feels a lot better now, so go ahead." The singer had an inkling of the subject. She was tempted to ask if she could receive a few more kisses as a reward if she guessed right, but didn't want to give the wrong impression.

"So... yeah. Am shitty at speeches, sorry in advance. About your uhh, explanation, trusting me like that last night, it was risky. I do understand, and it's not my style to take advantage of others like that... but there are too many scums out there. Ones who wouldn't hesitate to trick and hurt you for their own gains. Just... if you ever have to do anything like this sometime in the future, be really careful. Please." Sam gently placed a hand on Arlyn's cheek, the warring emotions at what could've happened if someone used the singer like that visible in her gaze.

"I... I only did it because you gave me reason to trust you. And I promise, I'll be careful... but for now, I'm just really glad that the signs weren't simply made up by my imagination." Arlyn whispered with a smile, leaning in to steal a quick kiss. "And you were a real gentleman, offering to take the couch and all."

"And I'm glad you convinced me otherwise, your bed is quite comfortable. Best sleep I had in years, but being allowed to hold you certainly helped. And you're trying to distract me on purpose, aren't you?" The worgen purred, showing a fanged smile as another kiss landed on the corner of her lips.

"Is it working?" Arlyn's laugh was free and happy, and along the most enchanting sounds Sam ever heard before.

"Almost... just let me grab that splint you've mentioned last night. Wouldn't do to make your injuries worse now, would it?"

"Haaahh, okay. The whole stuff is in the back of the wardrobe over there." The singer pouted with her arms crossed over her chest, but she had to admit the brawler had a point.

"Now, since you are sooo concerned about my injuries, didn't you say something about kissing my wink better?" Arlyn teased once her ankle was properly secured.

"Mhm, more than happy to." Sam reached out to move Arlyn's unruly locks out of the way, setting them behind her ear, to reveal the singer's swollen shut eye. She carefully traced the line where the bruised lids pressed firmly against each other and was about to lean in when Arlyn suddenly stopped her.

"Ah, a moment, I got an idea!" She pulled out the drawer of the nightsand to produce a lightblue lipstick and wasted no time to touch it with a frostcoated finger before applying it over Sam's scarred lips with a grin.

The worgen kept back a wince from the sudden cold, but she got the plan instantly.

There was nothing stop her this time, and once Sam pulled away, a perfect, bright blue kissmark decorated the deep purple skin.

"It worked!" Arlyn chuckled, happy with the cool sensation on her swollen lids. The idea was a success, which meant that the score would be still a tie at worst even if her next one failed spectacularly.

"Can I ask for one more thing?" The singer whispered once she pulled the other woman down with her to lie on the bed. "And you don't have to agree if it's too much. Can you remove the patch? It's not about the story, I just... I'd like to see your whole face."

The worgen raised her brow at first before freezing in place. After a moment of silence, she finally moved, pulling off the eyepatch and revealing her scars in their full glory.

Arlyn reached out, slowly and cautiously, giving Sam more than enough time to stop her if she wanted to, before her fingertips made contact with the uneven skin.

"You're so beautiful..." The singer trailed off, but her hand kept moving, tracing each mark one by one before resting it on the brawler's cheek.

"Hmmm... maybe I'll need more convincing to believe that. And if you're looking for a real beauty, a mirror will do the trick, gorgeous." Sam quipped back, but her smile was gentle and grateful.

"Such a flirt. I guess I'll have to keep your lips busy or I'll be blushing constantly." Arlyn smiled back and closed the distance again.

Sam found she liked that idea very much.

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imagineanime2022 · 2 years ago

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Part 2

After that Chuya talk to Akutagawa more, it make he become his normal a little bit, untill one day Dazai come to Chuya's apartment and he manipulate Chuya to go watch movie with him, and when they in movie theater, Dazai tell Chuya to go watch movie as his date so they both can watch free movie (can you add chuya react here?) Dazai and Chuya watch Movie, Dazai just chill and Chuya swear and scream at every jump scares, when they both out off movie theater, Chuya yell at Dazai, Dazai just laugh at Chuya, Chuya ask Dazai why Dazai bring he to watch horror movie, Dazai tell Chuya that so prove that Chuya are human, Dazai tell Chuya that Chuya have emotion like normal human, he also scream at jump scares too and he care about the other too (can you add Chuya react here?) Dazai tell Chuya that he is annoying chihuahua too, Chuya argue with Dazai again, when Chuya go back to his apartment he think about Dazai word, Chuya decide to call Koyo, Chuya rant about he don't feel like he is human to her, Koyo tell Chuya to be himself no matter he is human or not he just be himself, Koyo also comfrot Chuya too, that make Chuya feel more happy than before, but he still afaid to hurt again from losing people he love, so he still don't open up much, Chuya go to bar, he see Dazai and reader talk about something, Dazai tell Chuya with them, when Chuya sit with them, Dazai tell reader that he going to bathroom now, Chuya and reader sit in silent, before Chuya said sorry to reader that he try to avoid reader, Chuya tell reader that he really feel bad, reader understand it because she like this when she angry too, Chuya tell reader that he want to start to find new friends but he can't, reader ask Chuya if he afaid to hurt again, Chuya was surprise because normaly reader are really bad at social skill, reader tell Chuya that she understand sometime she still miss her old friends but they not go anyway they will in Chuya's memory forever instead, reader word make Chuya feel more better, and that time Chuya realise that he love reader (sorry if it sound sappy) before Chuya going to said anything, reader's boss tell her to do mission now, reader said goodbye to Chuya before her boss, when Chuya going to leave bar, Dazai give Chuya a book, when Chuya going to ask Dazai, Dazai said Chuya should open this book by himself, when Chuya go back to his apartment, he open the book, inside it was message from everyone in port mafia to Chuya and Chuya and the other members when they together with Chuya photoes (Can you add Chuya react here? I don't sure what will he react) Chuya think Dazai plan all of this so Chuya decide to cook crab to be gift to Dazai (i think Chuya is good at cooking because Koyo teach him to do house chore) when Chuya see Dazai in morning he give food to Dazai, Dazai was confues, Chuya tell Dazai that it was gift from helping him feel better, Dazai confess that it isn't his idea, it was reader idea, she are the one who ask anyone phone numbers so Chuya can find new friends easily, she also do mission so Chuya can take a rest too, and Dazai and reader are the one who doing book (Can you add Chuya react here?) Dazai tell Chuya that reader in medic room now if he want to talk to her, Chuya thank Dazai, before Chuya leave Dazai tell Chuya to confess his love already, Chuya grumpy at Dazai, when Chuya come to medic room, Chuya ask reader why she help he so much, reader tell Chuya that she know how much he hurt when he lose his friend and she want help, reader said sorry to Chuya to be creepy too, reader think Chuya don't want to see her so she try to avoid him (in the end it up to you if you want to Chuya to confess his love or not) sorry to be so long again, thank you so much from write my request

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Love me Mercilessly Kakashi x Akami Chapter 25: Kintsukuroi word count: 6.7k tw: grieving, implied/referenced suicide, implied/mentioned sex

Kakashi struggles to mourn for his father on Sakumo's birthday, he finds comfort in and old friend and a new one.

She headed towards the single tombstone isolated from all the rest. She cleaned the grave and laid the bouquet before the headstone. She was never quite sure what kind of flowers to buy, but as always White Lillies for the White Fang seemed appropriate.

She kneeled in the crisp green grass that grew undisturbed and waited. Of all of the days Kakashi came to mourn, to wallow in his grief, this day was always the hardest. Akami never cared much for visiting the Cemetery, the dead weren’t here anyway. She didn’t believe in an afterlife or gods, or any of that. When you were gone, you were gone and that was that. Bidding the dead farewell like this was only punishment for the living.

Kakashi wouldn’t be late today...

“You didn’t have to come this year,” Kakashi mumbled, kneeling beside her.

“Yes I did.”

“You didn’t even know him.”

Kakashi was right, Akami never met the man. She couldn’t even say she’d seen him in passing. Sakumo died nearly three years before she came to Konoha. Akami admired him though, she liked a man that thought for himself. And of course she knew who he was long before knowing him as Kakashi’s father; heard tales of that infamous blade. She looked into repairing the Saber many times but Kakashi didn’t want to fix it. So despite herself she let it be. But it didn’t really matter, she didn’t come here for Sakumo.

“No, but he gave me you. That’s enough.” She said, offering Kakashi her hand.

Kakashi didn’t take his eyes off the headstone, reading the date over and over. He didn’t need his sharingan to remember today, September 3rd. His father’s birthday was engraved into his heart much like the limestone that sat before him. He accepted Akami’s hand as his eyes followed the curve of the 3 yet again.

He made himself come every year. Kakashi wasn’t sure anymore if it was because he wanted to or if he was duty bound to pay his respects with what little honor and dignity he still had left.

He never realized what exactly that burning feeling was that radiated through every muscle and nerve in his system, that burrowed deep in his bones. The one that begged to be set free, and only lessened when he could scream into the night sky, or pummel an advisory with his bare hands. But it always came back, always grew stronger. He hadn’t recognized that slow churning of anger, not until Akami beat it out of him that day years ago.

Kakashi had long since forgiven his father for what he did on the battlefield, Obito made him see the sense in that. What Kakashi couldn’t come to grips with was how his father had abandoned him . He was supposed to value his comrades, his friends. Kakashi was all Sakumo had left and yet he chose to leave his only son behind.

Kakashi, like with all things in his miserable life, blamed himself. Maybe his father cursed him that day, to live alone and have the people he loved taken, to abandon him the way Kakashi shunned his father, the way the men he risked his life and reputation for had ostracized him. Or maybe Sakumo thought he was doing his son a favor, righting his wrongs, clearing the family name from the dishonor he brought to the Clan-but he was wrong. He never should have left.

I never should have let him.

Kakashi’s grip on Akami’s hand tightened like a vice, she didn’t flinch or try to wiggle free. She saw it coming the same way she did every year. Instead she rested her head on his shoulder.

“Do you want to be alone?” She whispered. He inhaled shakily through his nose and the grip on her hand grew impossibly tighter.

“No,” he said through clenched teeth.

Akami cradled his hand within both of hers and kneaded it until the tension faded, until he loosened his grip strong enough to crush bone. Then and only then did he rest his head on top of hers. Taking another labored breath.

Kakashi didn’t say anything, she knew he wasn’t embarrassed to speak in front of her. She’d never make him feel embarrassed for that. For reading porn in public yes but not for talking to the dead.

The first time Akami came here with him, Kakashi was mad. It was shortly after Rin died. He made her leave. The second time she watched him head off to the Cemetery—after Kushina and Sensei had been laid to rest—she followed him. Visited their graves with him and watched as he slunk away to the far corner and crumpled in front of a lonely headstone. It wasn’t until the fourth or fifth time that he wordlessly asked her to accompany him. She stood behind him while he sat in silence, kneeling before that single grave. After that she came with him whenever he asked, and even when he didn’t.

One warm autumn day, much like today in fact, Kakashi was different. This day in particular seemed excruciating for him. Like he didn’t want to go but he was being forced to by some other worldly power.

Akami waited for him to walk over to the lonesome headstone but he just stared from where they stood at Rin’s grave. His hands trembled and his grasp on the flowers was suffocating. Akami pried them from between his fingers and headed to the grave herself. She placed them to the side and cleaned the tombstone. In doing so she read it for the first time.

September 3rd…it was his birthday.

Akami kneeled and waited as Kakashi tentatively joined her. They sat in silence, a silence filled only with Kakashi’s suppressed tears and constricted breaths, and the soft rustling of dead leaves as the wind dragged them through the vacant Cemetery. Akami couldn’t listen to it anymore and for the first time in their almost daily visits she straightened her shoulders and clasped her hands together, like she had seen him do hundreds of times. She took a deep breath, shut her eyes and mumbled to grave, finally introducing herself.

“It’s nice to meet you, Hatake-San. I don’t know if Kashi has mentioned me, maybe it’s better if he hasn't. I'm not always the nicest.” Akami could have sworn she heard that soft exhale of Kakashi’s sad smile. “I can’t promise you I won’t hit your son again or say something I regret. But you gave me my best friend and for that I’ll always be grateful. So I can promise that you don’t need to worry, I’ll look out for him now.”

She found it easier to tell Sakumo that she would always be there for Kakashi; so long as he and this world would have her. And ever since then Akami hadn’t missed a single birthday– this year would be no exception.

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searchingwardrobes · 5 years ago

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Self-Promo Sunday: Descended from Delilah

Okay, first of all, let me make something clear: I am NOT deleting this fic from Ao3. I’m actually not deleting anymore because I just can’t bear to get rid of the fics that are left there. Now that’s out of the way . . .

Not only does this fic pre-date my tumblr days, but @sherlockianwhovian also gifted me with the gorgeous art above at Christmas. So I just had to share it here along with this fic that has a special place in my heart.

I was inspired to write this in a surprising way - after re-reading the story of Delilah and Samson in the Bible. Apparently, there is also an old saying that all women are “descended from Delilah,” meaning that women are all seductresses luring men to their downfall. Obviously, I think that idea is ridiculous, but then it got me thinking: “there are a ton of stories about women who don’t trust men because they have been betrayed, why can’t a man have trust issues due to betrayal?” I wanted to write something along that vein, and since I always felt Killian’s past hurts largely get ignored in fandom, I decided to do it in a CS fic. And what better scenario than a Captain Duckling tale in which Emma has been loved and nurtured her whole life while Killian has been abused and betrayed?

What was fun about writing this was taking each iconic Captain Swan scene and literally flipping the script, having Emma tear down Killian’s walls instead. Not to get too analytical here, but it really made me open my eyes to reverse sexism. We allow Emma to be downright cruel to Killian at times, and that was put into startling clarity when I put those same words and actions onto Killian. Therefore, writing this without Killian looking like a huge jerk was the biggest obstacle. I was really proud of myself for achieving it (at least I think I did!)

Summary: After being cruelly betrayed by the only woman he has ever loved, Killian Jones vows never again to trust a woman with his heart. Even if she is a princess. Even if she saved his sorry arse from the bloody dungeon.

Rating: T

Length: 10 chapters

Killian Jones had fallen asleep in the safest place he could. Or so he thought. Milah’s fingers carding through his hair, his head in her lap, and a soft sea shanty falling from her lips. His contentment had been complete. Completely misplaced, that is.

To awaken from that sweet, blissful oblivion into harsh reality filled with rough hands and cold steel was disconcerting, to say the least. His eyes were still a bit blurry from slumber as he was hauled from Milah’s lap and tossed across the cabin. His first thought was her and her safety, which spurred him all the more to fight his captor’s grasp. He pulled away from the meaty hands to find himself encircled by members of the Misthaven Royal Navy. And Milah . . . he expected her to cry his name, expected her to be fighting right along with him. But she wasn’t. She stood a few steps away, her face awash in shame, and only then did it dawn on him that she was part of this noose that surrounded him.

“Milah?” he asked, voice broken, still wanting in the deepest parts of his mind to believe that there must be some mistake.

“I’m sorry, Killian,” she choked, a tear slipping down her cheek. Then she squared her shoulders and dashed at the wet spot. “Move him over there,” she ordered, “hold him down.”

“What? Milah, what are you doing?” Killian’s eyes never left Milah’s face as he struggled in vain against two of his captors. They wrestled him over to the desk, and a third man shoved him forward. Killian grunted as he was held down by both shoulders, his left arm extended and pinned down. His eyes widened as Milah pulled a sword from the scabbard of the lieutenant at her right.

“Again, I’m sorry,” she continued as she stepped closer, “but the Dark One has my son, and I can’t get Baelfire back without proof.”

Milah’s voice was cold, devoid of emotion, as if she had to cut herself off from feeling in order to go through with what she was about to do. Killian watched in morbid fascination as she raised the sword over her head, as if he were watching this happen to someone else. Even when he realized exactly what she was about to do, Killian still thought that it couldn’t be any worse than the pain of her betrayal. But as hard steel sliced through sinew and bone like fire, he learned he was wrong.

You can read the rest on Ao3

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sun-spark · 4 years ago

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One Last Night Before The End

One Last Night Before The End - Numb3rs Fic

Welp, y’all said you like Numb3rs, so have a new fic! Ao3

Title: One Last Night Before The End

Rating: Gen. Audiences

Pairing: David Sinclair/ Colby Granger

Characters: David Sinclair, Colby Granger. Mentioned: Don Eppes, Michael Kirkland, Dwayne Carter, The Team.

Warnings: None

Episode Spoilers: s03e24 The Janus List (Directly); s04e01 Trust Metric (Indirectly)

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst/Fluff, Angst, Asexual/Demisexual Colby Granger, Bisexual David Sinclair, Missing Scene,

Summary: Missing Scene: The Janus List - Colby knows his name is on that list, and he knows that Kirkland’s plan is for him to go to prison with Dwayne, and for all this to happen he has to lose his family and more importantly his partner. He knows what’s coming will break him, and David, so he asks Don to give them the night, makes up an excuse, and spends the last night they have savoring their time together, even if his partner doesn’t know it.(Emotional) Hurt/Comfort: Colby can’t keep his emotions in check, but he can’t tell David the truth. David comforts him anyway. Angst: You’ve seen the episode, yes?

Ao3 Link, Here , if you prefer.

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“Don.” The man in question looked up from the too bitter and just shy of cold coffee his was pouring at the sound of his name and saw Colby leaning in the room, hanging onto the doorframe. “What’s up Colby. When did you get back?”

Colby didn’t react to the second question, hiding the pang it sent through his chest. He’d just come from a discussion with Kirkland, but Don didn’t need to know that. “Little bit ago, the lead didn’t go anywhere. As to what’s up, not much, we don’t have anything new at the moment and we’re still waiting on some info to come in.” There was something off about him but Don couldn’t place it, so he set it aside to deal with later. “Alright, then what is it?” Colby shifted slightly and Don hid a grin with his drink. It was the same shift the man always made when he wanted to be frank but was trying not to come off as an ass challenging authority, it was an adjustment made to compensate for the years in the military. “Listen, man, David hasn’t slept in two days, and I haven’t either, can I please force him to go home and rest?”

He didn’t hide the grin this time. “Yeah alright, just make sure you two princesses are back here in the morning after your beauty rest.” Colby rolled his eyes at the teasing and nodded his thanks as he went.

David was at his desk in their shared cubicle and he looked up as Colby neared, he offered a greeting as he turned back to his files. “Hey Granger, we got anything new on the bugs yet?”

Colby ignored the painful clenching in his chest and shook his head with a neutral expression as he settled on the edge of his partner’s desk easily enough and to the observer, it seemed casual. “No, not yet. Listen, Don wants us to head home, get some rest, and come back in the morning.”

David absentmindedly offered an “Uh-huh.”, already shifting through the next layers of papers. “David, you hear me, man?” No visible response was offered, so he poked him in the shoulder. “Yeah, Granger, just let me finish going through these files, alright?” He looked at the stack and sighed internally. Judging by the size of it, David’s ‘look through’ would take at least another hour.

“David.” Something in Colby’s tone, something too low and too flat, made the man look up and he frowned at what he saw. Colby seemed normal enough to the world, but David knew him better. To his partner the man looked worn down to his limit, he was normally bright and chipper even in the most dire of circumstance, but right now his eyes were dim, betraying something emotionally wrong, enough so that David was concerned. He set the files aside and stood. “Yeah, let’s go home.”

It didn’t take them long to get back to David’s place, there hadn’t been any question that they would stay together tonight as they did most nights, and David’s was closer. Colby’s car pulled in just a moment after David’s jeep and the senior agent let out a deep breath and let his shoulders fall, finally feeling the weight of stress he’d been ignoring ever since Charlie faced off with a bomber and he and his partner had scaled a bridge to be face to face with said explosives.

Once they’d gotten inside they shed their outer layers – shoes by the door and jackets on the hook. Their keys were tossed on the side table with their phones. Suddenly feeling too closed in and wanting to have fewer restrictions David started undoing his tie, Colby, being the rebellious little twit he was, and hating them, rarely wore one. Gentle arms wrapped around David’s middle as Colby laid his head on his shoulder quietly, almost timidly. David responded by resting his head against Colby’s while he finished removing and folding his tie so he could set it down. “You alright Colb?” Task done, he turned in his partner’s arms and returned the embrace. “You’re oddly quiet, Mr.-always-has-a-snarky-comment.” Despite the teasing comment, David’s tone was quiet – They were both tired and he was genuinely concerned at how off his partner’s mood seemed. The so brief you could have missed it tightening of Colby’s arms around him almost desperately didn’t ease that concern at all, but Colby pulled away and offered a small smile. “Yeah, just not feeling great. Tired.”

David frowned but didn’t push the issue. Colby would talk to him when he was ready, or David would push him when there was a problem, but for now, neither of those moments had arrived. “Alright then.”

He stepped around Colby and headed for the kitchen, calling over his shoulder as he went: “Have you eaten yet?” He offered a sheepish grin around the kitchen archway’s frame before ducking duck around to make tea. “I kind of lost track of you for a few hours.”

Colby swallowed past the block in his throat and tried very, very hard not to break down right that moment. He couldn’t tell David where he had been for those hours, about his meeting with Kirkland, he couldn’t tell him those things any more than he could tell him about the past five years. Oh, how he wished he could.

“No. No, I haven’t.” He forced some form of his normal self to shine through, refusing to ruin what may well be the last night they had…even if David didn’t know it. So, with a small grin and a forced lightheadedness to his tone, he stepped into the kitchen and leaned against the counter by his partner. “And judging by that question, I’m guessing you spent most of the day working through the case. Did you even have lunch, David?”

The teasing in his tone came through and David rolled his eyes, pushing him playfully and too gently to be called a shove. “Yes Mom, I did.” Colby swayed with the nonexistent momentum of the nudge while chuckling, holding his hands up at his sides mockingly in surrender. “Alright, alright, no need to get violent!” David was suddenly in his space and Colby laughed in earnest as his partner mumbled “I’ll show you violent.” before proceeding to tickle his sides and lay a few dozen kisses along his jaw and neck.

Colby pushed at his shoulders without any real force but enough to be felt, play fighting with him and laughing as he arched his neck, notably in no way that made it harder for David to access. “Uncle! Uncle!” The hands at his sides stop their torment and laid flat, holding him gently as David’s head fell to his shoulder, the man’s frame shaking with quiet laughter. After a moment David raised his head and rested his forehead against Colby’s, the two pausing there with their eyes closed, enjoying the peace and each other while they caught their breath.

“D’you feel like cooking, or y’want to order something?” Colby hummed in response to the question murmured against his cheek, and shook his head ever so slightly as not to displace David. “Order something.” He answered quietly. David gave a small nod and pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth before pulling back and turning away to grab their takeout menus by the microwave.

“The usual Chinese?”

Colby could have thrown up from the sudden sour twisting in his stomach, and he was glad his partner’s back was to him so the sick look on his face didn’t give him away. Swallowing heavily and willing the bile to go back down his esophagus, he took a deep breath and tried to maintain a steady tone as he choked out an answer. “Rather not.”

It must have sounded relatively normal to David because the man did not turn around with concern nor questions, merely shuffled through the small collection of pamphlets with an absentminded nod. “Alright. You don’t like Italian, so there’s Thai, Ethiopian, or the Greek place we haven’t tried?” He looked up at Colby questioningly and the man breathed a sigh of relief when nothing more than drawn brows followed, apparently, his inner turmoil wasn’t written across his face. “Thai?”

David nodded and set the other pamphlets down. “You want your usual Colb?” Colby nodded, the tension slowly running out of his shoulders at the normalcy. “Sounds good.” David nodded one last time and picked up the phone, gesturing to the hallway with it while he dialed. “Why don’t you go get changed while I order?”

Glad for the escape and the time to compose himself Colby nodded and pushed away from the counter, heading for the archway. David grabbed him gently as he went by with an arm around his waist and pulled him close, moving his arm up so he could cup the side of Colby’s head with his hand, pressing their temples together in a brief embrace before letting him go. Colby offered a small smile as he went, saying nothing as the phone rang.

He let the smile fall as he walked down the hallway to David’s, honestly their, bedroom, shutting the door behind him quietly. He stood there for a moment, slumped back against the door, and for a handful of seconds, allowed the turmoil in his chest to consume him. Grief, Pain, Nausea, Tears, Dread, Anger, Fear, Resentment, Sorrow, and Love so all-encompassing it hurt, it along with the crushing knowledge that he would soon lose that love.

It was only a matter of days, and he knew it. Kirkland had told him that the only conceivable plan that could work was if he was arrested and placed in prison with Dwayne for however long it took for Dwayne’s contacts to make plans to get them out. Hopefully - and damn it Colby was going to learn to hate that word – Hopefully, it didn’t take too long, maybe a few weeks or months. Months. In a prison. In a hellhole that would be worse than normal given his ‘past’ as a Fed. He could live with that, but he didn’t have to like it.

Five years. Five years he had been living through paranoia, threats, injuries, cutting contact with his family, and never-ending isolation just to get this scumbag: The Mole in the DOJ. He could appreciate the complexities of governments, and the reality that none of them were clean nor deserved real loyalty, but then again he wasn’t doing this out of loyalty to a government. No, he was doing this for two reasons: One – He owed a life debt to Dwayne Carter, and playing this game, giving him a chance at getting out alive and free, was the only way he could repay him. And two – The information the Mole was after would get people killed, dozens if not hundreds of innocent people, not just soldiers but also civilians, killed. That was why he was still going through with this, why he had been dreading something like this for five years.

He hated this, and he hated Dwayne for getting him into this. If he was truthful, he hated himself too, for what his actions, necessary or not, were going to do to the people he had come to love, his found family. He had asked Kirkland, begged him, to be allowed to tell just one of them, to tell his partner what was coming. He’d pleaded to be allowed to confide in the man, to give him the comfort he owed him for what was coming. Even if it was just to tell him something vague, not even the truth of the last five years, but anything at all to explain what was going to happen. But he couldn’t, and he’d known that already. Still, he’d had to try, to hope against hope that maybe the answer would be yes, because he knew that when the false information dropped it would tear his partner’s heart out and gut his family. He knew that beyond questioning the man he’d worked with as a partner for three years, David was going to question the person he’d lived with as his partner in home and heart, and Colby wasn’t going to be there to reassure him that that man was real, that that love and trust was real.

He wasn’t sure if he would be able to mend the damage, even if the lie was kept for only a week, and he knew it would be longer. If he backed out, he’d owe a life debt still, and hundreds of people could be killed because of his unwillingness to do this. It was too late anyway, his name was on that list and he knew it was only a matter of time until they found it.

He wanted to collapse and sob, or throw up so this feeling wasn’t contained to his stomach anymore, he wanted to scream in frustration and anger and helplessness, he wanted….he wanted to lie to himself and pretend this wasn’t happening because he knew he couldn’t stop it. But he’d be lucky if he got another night with his partner and lover, and he didn’t want to destroy what was likely the last they would have by failing to contain the turmoil inside himself. So, he pushed away from the door, gathered his pajamas, changed into them, folded his day clothes and placed them on the dresser, and valiantly ignored the clock ticking away the seconds of this night in the back of his mind.

He sat on the bed and scrubbed a hand over his face, attempting to wipe it, and any tears that may have escaped, away. He’d composed himself just in time too, as he heard the doorknob turn and looked up to see David stepping into the room with a gentle smile directed at him. “Hey.”

He grinned a bit crookedly back at him, “Hey yourself.”

David shook his head with a gentle snort and let the door fall shut behind him as he made his way towards the dresser. “Food’s ordered, should be about fifteen minutes if their track record holds. In the meantime, I’m going to get changed.”

“Okay.” He didn’t say more as he laid back on the bed and crossed an arm over his eyes, leaving the other thrown out to his side. He was sure most people would have watched, and most people would have been lucky to be allowed, but being Demi/Asexual as he was, that didn’t really do it for him. True his partner was beautiful, and normally Colby would gladly watch and appreciate that beauty, but tired and stressed as he was, he was content to simply bask in his partner’s presence.

He didn’t open his eyes, or rather peek one eye out from under his arm, until he felt David nudging him gently, standing between his knees. He peered up at him lazily and David grinned, holding out his hands for Colby to take, once he had his partner pulled him into a sitting position and settled his hands on his shoulders. It was a tad awkward on Colby’s neck to look up at the man, but they were far enough apart it didn’t hurt, so he settled there comfortably, loosely stringing his arms around David’s waist and humming happily when he felt a hand petting through his hair. “You’re a bit worn out Colby?”

He dropped his head forward onto the man’s stomach, mindful to be gentle and not to hurt his partner, and gave a small grunt in response. David didn’t push him and Colby took a moment to take a few deep, calming breaths before answering fully. “Yeah, I don’t feel great. I just want to eat, do nothing, and spend the night together.”

David bent over and he felt a firm kiss press against the top of his head, a gesture of comfort before he stood straight again. “Then that’s what we’ll do, okay? We’ll eat and then we’ll lay down.” He hummed and took a steadying breath before pulling back and peering up at his partner through slightly unfocused eyes. “Sounds good.”

It was at that moment that the doorbell rang and David treated him with a parting kiss to his forehead before going to answer it. Force of habit made him listen for any commotion or sounds of distress, but all he heard was the all too common sounds of their food being delivered and the small talk David was having with the person who brought it. He sighed quietly and pulled himself to his feet, determined to set it, all of it, as out of mind as he could and focus on his partner for the next few hours. Wandering into the kitchen he found said partner already splitting the food they ordered onto a pair of plates and grinned, rolling his eyes.

“You could have come get me to help.” He said it teasingly, already moving to grab a pair of cups and fill them with tea. David returned the grin over his shoulder, “Not a difficult job Colby.” Colby just shook his head, both of them knowing that wasn’t the point, and dropped a kiss on David’s shoulder with a quiet “Thank you.” as he carried the drinks towards the living room. He settled on the couch and David carried their plates in a moment later, setting them on the coffee table and setting himself next to Colby.

“Do you want to watch something?” Colby shrugged in response. “You choose.” David eyed him a bit oddly at the lack of banter over their shows and which ones were worth watching and which weren’t, but stood and walked over to the TV set without a word. Kindly, he chose something he knew they would both enjoy rather than one of his own favorites that Colby would not have. He sat back down and enjoyed the sight of Colby’s grin as the theme for the old Star Trek show started playing. Colby settled into his side and nudged his shoulder with his nose, a common affectionate gesture for him, gaze remaining on the old show. He grinned while he grabbed his plate, pulling his legs under himself and leaning into David’s side. “This has got to be one of the goofiest shows ever made.”

David smiled. “It is. But it is the reason we have Next Gen, Enterprise, and the reboots, among all the other series and movies.” He took a bite of his food. “Plus, it’s not that bad.” Colby snorted but didn’t comment.

Dinner took them about as long as the episode did, and by the time it had ended David was at least slightly confident that his partner was a bit happier, but even then he could still see the edges of something pulling at the man. He debated asking if he wanted to watch another show, but judging by the way Colby was pressing into his side while trying not to disrupt him, he figured it would be better to get them into bed. It wasn’t unusual for Colby to press close to David, in fact, he often deferred to physical affection before verbal as it came more naturally to him, but this was different. The force with which Colby was pressing into him, while not painful, was more than normal, he almost wanted to call it desperate when one took into account the way Colby was hugging himself and the general muted state he’d been in all evening. So, he set his cup down next to their stacked plates and turned towards his partner.

“Bed?”

Colby gave him a small, lazy smile. “Yeah. That sounds good.”

David nodded and leaned his head forward to nudge Colby’s nose with his own, eliciting the single soft, breath filled laugh he was hoping for. “Why don’t you go get settled? I’ll put the dishes in the sink and we can deal with them in the morning.”

Two lazy arms looped around his neck in a light hug as Colby dropped his head, nudging at David’s neck. “Okay.” Placing a light kiss there, he unwound himself as easily as he’d settled and disappeared into the bedroom. David followed him after cleaning up and checking the lock on the door, finding his partner sitting in bed and absently staring at the wall with an expression that seemed blank but betrayed something darker underneath. He stopped just before the bed, watching his partner his with concern.

“Colby? Are you alright?”

The blonde looked up at him with a furrowed brow and sad eyes. Quietly, almost sadly he answered: “I don’t want to lie to you David.”

David frowned, worry coloring his features. “Then don’t Baby.”

Colby’s eyes fell shut and a pained expression crossed his face. He ducked his head, swallowing hard against the pain lodged there. Finally, he settled on the most honest answer he could give, but nowhere near the answer he wanted to give. “No. I’m not alright, and I don’t think I’m going to be alright for a while.” Hazel eyes that shifted from honey brown to sea glass green met his own, betraying the weight of something David couldn’t name. “But I don’t want you to worry about me, and I don’t want to upset or hurt you.” He sighed, shoulder’s slumping as he rubbed at the bridge of his nose for a moment. Sensing he wasn’t finished, David didn’t say anything, and sure enough, those sea glass eyes met his own a second later. “I just want to lay in this bed, curled up with my partner, and pretend the rest of the world doesn’t exist.”

It didn’t negate his concern, but if holding his partner and comforting him would help whatever was going on in his head or out there in the world that David didn’t know about… “Okay.”

He kissed him as he climbed on the bed, settling on his side of their shared space on his back but still turned towards his partner. Colby followed him easily, turning with him and laying down next to him. David broke away long enough to pull the blankets up to their waists, laying back down and opening his arms to the other. He’d been right about the desperation behind Colby’s earlier pressing into his side, if the way Colby’s legs immediately tangled tightly with his own, his chest flush to David’s side, arms wrapped firmly around his stomach, and his head tucked close under David’s chin were anything to judge by.

David, his range of motion effectively limited, began rubbing soothing lines up and down Colby’s spine, carding his fingers through his hair with the other hand. He would have stayed there, unknowing of what was wrong but happy to provide comfort, but then he felt a warm dampness seeping through his thin T-shirt.

“Colby…?” He questioned softly, not wanting to jar the man. The answer was an immediate tensing of Colby’s arms and legs squeezing him gently but tightly while the man pressed into him with his whole body.

David’s stomach twisted a bit. It was highly unusual for Colby to cry, and David could count on less than two hands how many times he’d seen it. The man tended to grit his teeth and bury everything under a cloying layer of ‘what needs to be done, needs to be done and everything else doesn’t matter’, including the effect it had on him. That he was nearly silent and still even now when only a few moments worth of tears had soaked through David’s shirt to his skin was both telling and worrying.

He ran his fingers through Colby’s hair a few more times before gently cupping the side of his jaw and carefully urging him to look up. Colby’s head tilted up and their eyes met, David nearly winced. Though there were relatively few tears running down Colby’s face, his eyes were telling. They turned completely brown when he was angry, bright sea glass green when he was happy or excited, and every shade in between for every little event and emotion throughout the days. But most unfairly, they only turned to this particular shade, the shade of green found not in sea glass but in the deep waters and algae blooms, when sorrow had engulfed the man’s heart. It was a beautiful color, among the most entrancing Colby’s eyes would turn, mesmerizing and endless, but David’s heart hurt to see it.

He used his thumb to wipe away the tears on Colby’s cheek gently. “What is it, Baby?” He uttered softly, desperately wanting to know what was hurting his lover so he could help, or at least comfort him properly, but afraid of speaking too loudly or too harshly for fear of pushing him away.

Colby’s eyes fell shut as a few new tears fell. He shook his head slowly. “I don’t want to talk about it.” He whispered, more than loud enough to be heard. Swallowing past his tears he told the truth, this one that he could. “I can’t talk about it.” His voice choked off at the end and he dropped his forehead to David’s chest, rocking his head back and forth lightly.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to Colb.” David would have let it drop there and spent the remaining waking hours comforting the man, but his partner raised his head and met his eyes with an alarming level of intensity and gentleness that should not be mixing. Though it was little more than a whisper, quiet, slow and timid, the near panic lancing through it made David feel as if he had been punched in the gut. “I need you to know that I love you.”

They said it often enough in the privacy of their homes, away from prying eyes and listening ears, but this was not so much a declaration as it was a desperate plea to be heard. David just didn’t know why. He knew Colby loved him, surely Colby realized that?

Colby had laid further down the bed than David, the easier to wrap his entire body around his partner, but he wasn’t so far down that it was any great difficulty for David to bow his head and kiss him, gentle and just shy of desperate. He didn’t go far when he pulled away, merely enough to look at him. “I know, Colb. I’m not gonna forget that.”

A low, sad whine escaped from Colby’s throat and David pressed the hand resting in his hair against his scalp just a little more firmly, trying to ground him. Though he kept his tone gentle and his voice soft, he made sure the next words out of his mouth were firm. “I know you love me, Colby, I haven’t doubted that. And I love you too, Baby, that’s not going to change.”

A sad smile played over Colby’s features as his tear-filled eyes refused to meet David’s. “Maybe…” It was a whisper but David heard it. He sighed quietly and carded his hand through Colby’s hair a few times, he then hooked the side of his thumb under the man’s jaw and gently raised his head to face him before turning that hand to cup the man’s jaw and cheek. Colby shifted against him in response and raised the arm he’d had across David’s stomach to cup his hand around the back of his neck, fingers absentmindedly stroking the smooth dark skin there.

David offered him a smile and turned his head to press a light kiss to the wrist now hovering next to his jaw. The action earned him a small upturn at the corner of Colby’s mouth and that was good enough. He turned back to Colby and met his eyes, making sure he held his attention. “Whatever’s going on, we’ll get through it, Colby, I promise.”

The man gave him a sad, tearful, but genuine smile. “I hope so.”

They didn’t talk further on whatever it might be – David unknowing but only seeing his partner’s pain, and Colby knowing but unable to say anything and fearing the pain he was going to both cause and feel. Perhaps both feeling the inevitable coming, no matter their understanding of it or lack thereof, they stayed awake as long as they could, long past the faded twilight of L.A. and into the night hours. Colby, despite being Demi/Ace did enjoy his partner physically, but they weren’t in a particularly playful mood, and so did nothing particularly fun. Instead, they passed the time trading gentle kisses, affectionate caresses, and soft words of love and reassurance. David more than willing to provide comfort and affection to his partner, reassuring him that everything would be alright, and Colby returning that affection desperately and begging whatever beings resided in the heavens that those reassurance would be true.

Colby Granger was arrested the next day. And while he sat across from his former boss and friend and confessed a crime he didn’t really commit, he felt himself die inside. He couldn’t look David Sinclair in the eye as the man’s world shattered, nor could he stand up and gather him into his arms and promise him it would be okay, just like they said. He couldn’t let anyone see as his own heart shattered and stopped beating, and he wasn’t allowed to loose the scream of agony stuck in his throat or the let the tears pressing at his eyes fall – He could only sit there and play the part he was given. He watched helplessly as his family fell apart and lied, ironically for the first time in three years he really, truly lied.

He died sitting in that chair. Without a family waiting for him, a home to come back to, without his partner… what did he have? Nothing. He was once again just a soldier, doing his duty, damn the consequences for him.

He only hoped that at some point in the following weeks or months that his partner would see the truth in what he had told him their last night, and he would, sometimes, in the cramped darkness of his prison cell, allow himself to dream of being allowed to come home.

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littlegodzilla · 3 years ago

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Howl TWD AU Daryl Dixon x OFC 12/15.

Hi!

I'm here again.

Sorry for the waiting!

So many things going to happen in this chpater, we have a new pack on Daryl's territory and... Well you'll see!!

I hope you like it!

Howl

Daryl Dixon x OFC.

Warnings(For the all series); AU. M, Smut, +18, hurt/comfrot, blood, violence, bad language, war plans, ABO references, Knot thing, a lot of references about werewolves mixed with my own imagination.

Warnings chapter: Fluff. Talking about babies. Bad language. Fighting. Shooting. Blood. New pack. Implicit sexual content.

Outside Narrator.

Words: 5000.

N/A: Yes, I know, I use Woodbury a lot in my stories, but Seasons 2 and 3 are my favorites and they can’t live in a prison…. Woodbury is the closest thing… and yes, Rick and Michonne are together because I love them and I miss them a lot, sorry if someone is unhappy about this.

Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @pncnsc @purple-serenity @lilythemadqueen @twdeadfanfic @darylsgarden

Part 12.

Keeping an eye on Merle is not difficult, the man seems quite comfortable in his cell, he has not put up any resistance in staying there, he has collaborated in the questions his brother has asked him, he has even dared to joke and tease Daryl's partner, but that does not leave the hunter at ease. There is something that escapes him and he is afraid that it may be too late when he finds out.

Even with those he decides to leave the police station accompanied by Ixeia, Merle has lain on the bunk in the cell and has preferred to fall asleep to continue with the conversation they had pending, so they have given him some respite.

They decide to head to the hospital to check on Michonne and the baby, find out if Rick still has his balls and above all to put everyone else on notice. Although he has let the wolves continue with their guard it never hurts to keep your ears open for any strange movements.

When they arrive at the hospital Rick is outside Michonne's room, he's standing next to his companions and Daryl dares to give him a small comforting hug, asking him with his eyes if everything is okay, Rick nods his head, eyes filled with tears of emotion.

"It's a boy." He says in a breathy whisper and Daryl smiles giving him a few proud pats on the back.

"Congrats, Dad." He jokes seeing the sheriff's smile grow much wider.

"I'm so glad Rick, how's Michonne?" dares Ixeia to ask.

"They're both fine, they've come in to help her with some things and now we can stop by to see her... Do you want to...?" he doesn't know how to ask the she-wolf and she smiles.

"I'm sure the doctors have done a great job, but I can help her get back on her feet a little faster, if you want."

"I don't know if it's a good idea for you to heal her early, dude, she might kill you before your time..." Ezekiel jokes, but Rick seems to hesitate at his words. "Think about it, you left her home alone going to a fight with those huge wolves and her water broke and you weren't there..."

"I know... I know what you mean..." He scratches the back of his neck and looks sideways at the she-wolf who smiles amused at his hesitation. "No, help her, I'm sure she'll thank you."

"It's okay." She smiles again patting the sheriff's arm affectionately.

Everyone waits patiently for the nurses to come out after helping Michonne dress and settle RJ in her arms, teaching her how to breastfeed. Rick is the first to enter when the nurses give him permission. He's shaking and nervous, it's not his first child, not by a long shot, but it's always a strange moment, there are many mixed feelings in that instant, fear, nervousness, excitement, worry, everything mixes in the sheriff's chest until he walks through the door and it all turns to relief and joy as he sees his wife and the baby in his arms, she smiles, exhausted, but she's fine and RJ sucks hard, feeding for the first time.

Rick walks over to her, draping an arm over the pillow, and leans down to kiss her slowly, lovingly and affectionately. He sighs in relief again and she leans against his chest.

"Congratulations, Mom." He congratulates her in a whisper caressing her cheek.

"Don't think you're going to save yourself with nice words..." She whispers in turn, both of them afraid to disturb the little one's peace as he feeds.

"I have brought Ixeia with me..." He says as if the young she-wolf is the panacea and Michonne laughs low at that.

"Did everything go well? what happened?"

"I'm not too sure, we got Merle, Daryl's locked him up at the station, we don't know if his people will come after him or he's just a liability, but Daryl wants to know more about that pack and... I don't know, we're just being careful." He shrugs and she nods.

"Are they okay?"

"I think so, Daryl transformed, but it wasn't as... radical as the other time, these things are beyond my ken, but he seemed pretty surprised too."

Michonne nods again, it's something she doesn't understand either, but she's glad her friend didn't lose control of himself again that everything turned out okay. They stay a few more minutes in silence, just enjoying the atmosphere between the three of them. When RJ seems satiated Rick lets the rest of his companions come in, slowly and quietly to welcome the newborn.

There are faces of excitement, surprise and joy, all congratulating the couple, fussing over Michonne and paying special attention to the baby that Rick now cradles in his arms. He is tiny and looks so fragile, but at the same time he clenches his fist around his father's finger tightly with his mouth open in a small "o" with the tip of his tongue brushing his lips. Ixeia reaches up to Rick with a small smile, caresses RJ's round cheek and presses her finger against the skin feeling it soft and squishy. Her eyes sparkle with excitement, the baby reaches out his other hand to hold the she-wolf's finger and she almost purrs like a cat. Daryl, leaning against the bedroom door, watches the young girl's reaction feeling his stomach shrink for a second.

What will it be like when she has puppies of her own?

He frowns for a second at the thought. It's not her first heat, she's not young enough for that, but it’s the first heat she's gone through with a male, her Alpha has marked her as his, there's as good a chance as any that they could have a litter. It also doesn't mean they haven't put any effort into trying. Daryl could still swear that, if his whole body didn't ache, his balls would be ready again. He knows it doesn't end there, that the heat hasn't dissipated, now only he can sense it, it's still there, like a little cloud between them. She is calm because the Mark is doing its job, but he knows that when they have a moment alone he will mark her again, he will bury himself in her again, knot himself in her. Desire shakes his body and he has to stifle a growl.

This is no time for that.

He has to clear his mind by shaking his head slightly as Rick walks up to him with the little boy in his arms. Daryl likes kids, he has that instinct, he liked teasing Carl when he was a kid, he liked taking care of Judith when she was just a baby and enjoys the company of both of them when he goes to see his best friend at his house, but now he feels strange. The image of the baby gives him a different feeling, something gets stuck in his throat, instinctively he wants to lean over and brush him with his nose, mark his scent in his memory to protect him forever, but he knows it's not his responsibility, Rick and Michonne will take very good care of that baby, they will be protective and very good parents. Of that he is more than sure. He sighs smiling and caresses little RJ's head.

"Congratulations, brother." He tells him with infinite affection, really feeling what he was saying. Rick smiles and nods, grateful.

"Thank you..."

"Speaking of babies, are you guys pregnant now too?" Shane asks with extreme curiosity and a heavy silence forms in the hospital room.

No one says anything, but it's clear that everyone is waiting for the answer. Michonne is on the gurney with a gesture of infinite surprise, she isn’t the only one, some look as confused and surprised as the new mother. Ixeia lowers her head embarrassed by all the attention they are getting, but mostly because she feels Daryl's intense gaze on her.

"Come on now, they've been one night together, there's no way the werewolf seed is that effective." Ezekiel tries to joke and Shane frowns.

"One night? It's been a day and a half!" Andrea nudges her husband a little to shut the hell up and the she-wolf covers her face with both hands. Apparently it hadn't gone unnoticed the disappearance of the two of them.

"Can we talk about it another day? Today is Michonne and Rick's day... they just had a baby..." She tries to turn the attention away from herself.

"No way, I've done my job, RJ is fed and asleep in his father's arms, we can hear what you have to tell us."

Clearly they are not going to be able to get away from that so easily. Ixeia looks up still discovering Daryl's two-colored eyes on her. Her cheeks take on a new reddish color and she rubs her hands together trying to get her thoughts in order. She bites her lip and shrugs slightly. She opens her mouth to tell what she knows, but Daryl beats her to it.

"Ain’t that simple either. Having a litter is just as time consuming and frustrating sometimes as humans having babies. Yeah, it can be more effective most of the time because we bounce back more easily and the times of heat helps litters be more successful, but it ain’t mean it always happens either." He shrugs, advancing a few steps into the room. "I just found out that I can have my own pack, but I don't even know if it's possible. I dunno what extent my status as an Alpha is fertile and dominant."

"After a day and a half of copulation I'd say it's pretty dominant..." Shane grimaces as Daryl looks at him raising an eyebrow. "Jesus warned us that they were going on patrol without you and that Ixeia was already in heat, that you were helping her..."

"Were ya all behind the door listenin’ or what?" he frowns, but there's an amused smile on his mouth.

"No, but not for lack of curiosity, I have to say." Andrea jokes. "We had to stop Derek's feet on a couple of occasions when he wanted to go to Ixeia's, make up some excuse." Andrea's smile widens as she hears the Alpha growl at the mention of the she-wolf's "boyfriend" and sees him move closer to her, as if he wants to impose his presence on hers.

"Derek…" The she-wolf gives herself a small smack on the forehead at the reminder and another growl.

"Sounds to me like ya'll have to talk to him..." Daryl's voice is huskier than usual she sits with her head, understanding the situation, she doesn't want to hurt the human much less want Daryl to confront him for believing they are touching what is his.

"So... No babies? So what do we say about you two? are you a couple?" Michonne wants to know totally intrigued, two days ago Daryl was a mystery man even to his best friends and now he was a mystery man but with a woman by his side. It was really exciting.

Ixeia shakes her head touching her belly.

"No babies... No... I don't feel anything special, I really don't know..." She looks sideways at Daryl and fixes her gaze back on her own belly. "I never thought about having my own pack myself... in my pack I had a totally different function..."

"Well, I don't know if you can consider it or not, but we are your family now." Smiles Carol with infinite fondness. "And you'd say yours is more of a marriage than a courtship, wouldn't you? That thing about wolves only mating once in their lives..."

"Yes, it's a lifelong bond, it reaffirms the pack and limits contact from other wolves who don't belong to said pack." Daryl nods and his fingers caress the bite mark he has left on the she-wolf's neck. She closes her eyes at the contact and tilts her head toward him. "But ya are my pack... It's a hard thing to understand, but ya are my family, werewolf or not."

They all smile at that, feeling flattered by the hunter's words, knowing that it is difficult for him to express his feelings out loud, that sometimes finding the right words is too complex for him, but they understand what he means and feel good and strangely protected.

They spend a couple more hours there talking to Michonne, telling them what Merle has wanted to answer from the interrogation, they don't want to worry them, but the most important thing is to be on alert. More so now that there is a new life to protect. They all agree to go ahead with the plans, keeping the town under surveillance, with small guards along the perimeter of the forest to make sure nothing and no one enters undetected. RJ starts to get nervous, so they decide to leave the couple alone, Carl has shown up with Judith to meet the new family member and everyone leaves the hospital giving them privacy.

On the street Jesus waits patiently along with Abraham and Aaron, Daryl frowns at the sight of them and approaches them fearing bad news, however Abraham shakes his head, relaxing him a little.

"No sign of them, they haven't gone far because their scent is detectable, but they haven't moved within the perimeter of the territory." He tells the red-haired wolf and Daryl nods.

"Good, take a break, we'll change the surveillance round..."

"We're fine, no need..." Aaron tries to say.

"Let me walk you guys out." Shane interjects. "Sorry man, but the fight in the woods got my adrenaline pumping, you need to recover, someone needs to keep an eye on your brother in the cell..."

"Alright, Jesus stay in town, keep watch with Ezekiel and Carol, Aaron go with the Greene family, watch the farms and Shane go with Abraham and Andrea to the perimeter of town, keep an eye out for anything." Daryl orders feeling strange. He's not good at that sort of thing, he's seen Rick take care of his men on a multitude of occasions, but he doesn't consider himself a real leader. "Whatever you see, hear, feel, don't stupidly put yourselves in danger, warn the others, go back to town and between all of us we'll deal with whatever it is." He asks them finally getting them to nod their heads.

"Alright boss, we'll fill you in with anything." Daryl grunts but everyone scatters leaving the pair alone again.

"I'll go with them as soon as I get back on my feet." He says to the she-wolf without looking away from his companions who are walking away down the street.

"Do what you think you should do." She nods her head leaning against him. "I'll keep watch in town, help Ezekiel and Carol." She doesn't expect Daryl to approve of her decision so it surprises her when he makes an affirmative sound with his mouth. He must be really worried or finally his imposition as Alpha has fully manifested itself forcing him to take his position as leader of the pack.

"But first I'm gonna take care of ya." His voice sounds an octave lower causing the she-wolf's body to shudder and her heat floods her again.

His knot swells inside her again, he growls digging his fingers into her waist. He doubts very much that there is a drop left inside him, but he feels her insides tighten around him, squeezing him each time. He hears her moan above him, her teeth biting his fingertips, her hand caressing his cheek, his index and middle fingers inside her mouth, glancing sideways at him as her hips move slower and slower remaining sitting on him, panting, trying to catch her breath, her body sweaty and her face red from the heat coursing through her. Daryl is no better off than she is, but one thing is clear to him, that damn floor is going to wreck his back.

"We're gonna have to move the nest somewhere else, girl." He whispers hugging the young girl as she lays across his body.

"Do you want to go back to the cabin?" She asks in a breathy whisper with her face tucked into his neck.

"That wouldn't be a bad idea, but I meant a fucking bed. It’s gonna wreck my kidneys." He growls feeling her laugh on him.

"You've been the one getting intense this time..."

"Don't play that game, ya know ya have everythin’ to lose." He growls once more and the she-wolf's body trembles against his.

"Are you going to leave?" She whispers against his skin.

"As soon as I can get you loose." There's an amused tone in his voice, but she doesn't move, Daryl sighs, his fingers tangling in the strands of hair that fall over his own face and he bites his lip, thoughtful. "I have to go, I can't leave them alone in this, it's dangerous..."

"I know..."

"Stay here, rest, I'll be back before ya know it." He assures her, but she shakes her head.

"I want to help too, I also consider them my family, if anything should happen to them..."

Daryl nods his head kissing her forehead, feels his knot finally loosen and carefully climbs out of her still sitting up with the she-wolf on top of him. They both get up from the floor to start getting dressed. Once again the young woman's heat is under control and although they both feel a little dizzy, they have duties to attend to.

They leave Ixeia’s house running into Derek who comes up the front steps and stands still at the sight of them. His brow furrows angrily, Daryl takes a few steps forward facing the man. He can't stand the smell of him.

"Now I understand why you were defending him so much..." Derek mutters.

"Derek..." She tries to explain herself, but lowers his head. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have gone out with you I didn't..."

"I told ya not to come back this way." Daryl interjects with a growl. "She's mine, ya better get the hell out of here."

Derek is ready to confront the Ranger, he advances the few steps he has left, Daryl is waiting for him, in fact he's as eager as he is to give him a good punch, but in the distance a howl is heard and all the attention they were paying to the man disappears. They don't even make an effort to explain. They run out into the middle of the street, a wolf runs towards them, they immediately recognize Jesus' fur, he runs past them and the two follow him running in lockstep. The wolf is tracking something, even Daryl can smell it now, but he doesn't know who it is, who they are. They are at the entrance to the village. The howl sounds again.

They are waiting for Daryl.

When they reach the entrance to town, the pair of wolves tense up, even Jesus looks nervous. Before them is a group, not very large, of people who look impatient, the leader of them smiles crookedly, accompanied by a woman with a nice haircut, purple. The man is somewhat, strong, older than Daryl, dressed in a leather jacket and tight jeans. His smile is wide and seems to promise nothing good.

"Wow, so the rumors are true. You’re a fucking Metis." The man's voice is deep, and laden with mockery.

"Who are ya? since when did this town become a fucking rallying point?" snarls Daryl.

"It's been a fluke. We've been following a scouting party for several days now. I hear one of them is your brother."

"Why are ya following them?" he wants to know, but doesn't answer his question.

"They're stirring up a lot of shit around them, and it's starting to affect the rest. At first they were a bunch of pricks, assholes, but they're mobilizing a lot of people with them, and that doesn't smell right to me."

"I've heard something, but that doesn't give ya the right to come into my territory like that."

"We apologize." Speaks the woman then. "My name is Lucille and this is Negan, my Alpha... We're just passing through, but..."

"You seek help." Over understands Ixeia and she nods her head.

"We've dealt with them not too long ago... we've managed to placate them, but we don't know if they could come back, we could use some help..." Daryl speaks, surprising those with him. "I don't like what they're up to, my brother is... was part of that group and I think there's something about them that's not right..."

"We can join forces, fight them and then we would go back to our territory." Negan agrees holding out his hand, Daryl hesitates for a moment but shakes it tightly.

"Well, we should talk to the rest, we should draw up some plan and... see where you're going to sleep..." Jesus mutters and looks at Daryl who nods his head.

"We should talk to Rick." Intervenes, Ixeia.

"I'm gonna take them to the cabin, we ain’t using it now, so... ya can stay there."

"I'll set them up, go talk to Rick, where do I gather the others?" offers Jesus.

"In the cabin, we'll all go there, come on." He grabs Ixeia's hand going to get Rick.

Negan's pack is large, organized, but there are many unfriendly faces. Negan and Lucille are a couple of Alphas, they are a couple of Lupus who have gone down to Woodbury following the trail of Merle's people. From what the man has told them they tried to recruit some of his younger men from the litter and Negan didn't like that at all. They were kicked out of their territory, but knowing that they were still searching for people and breaking up herds scammed the man and worried his partner.

Everyone listens carefully to the story the man tells them. There are a lot of swear words, protests and irony coming out of his mouth, he is clearly pissed off with that scouting party, but there is something else. The leader guiding them, the "Governor" as Merle had called him, apparently is a Hominid who doesn't respect the Werewolf laws, something they also knew, but he was starting to hang out with Wolves expelled from their own packs, beings that were not stable; he was picking up the outcasts and the disowned to give them a target. It was not a bad thing, if seen from a perspective of peace and help, but this man was looking for war. And those wolves could be dangerous to anyone.

Daryl watches carefully while still listening to what the older Alpha has to say. He feels torn, he knew his brother was getting into trouble, again, but this is more serious than he thought. If this man is really getting so close to the Darkness to fulfill his objective, perhaps the most sensible thing to do would be to move the fight away from the town, leave his friends behind, look for a field where they can fight and avoid unnecessary spillage. They can, they know how to fight, if they join that pack to defeat the Governor and his entourage, it will be easier to expel them, keep them away from the Council and the Elders. He really doesn't care about that, he has always lived away from the big packs, the big mounds where the important wolves live, he doesn't need that in his life, I can go back to Woodbury and stay hidden, with his people, with his own pack, the Werewolf territories are vast, there is no need to live all together in the same place.

"What do you think, boss?" Abraham's voice brings him back to reality. He hates it when he calls him that, but the red-haired man doesn't seem to care.

"I think we should listen to them. Help us." He looks sideways at Negan, he doesn't like the wicked grin on his mouth, he's clearly a powerful but unstable Alpha, he likes war, he's an old wolf soldier. He has to be careful that deal doesn't backfire on him. "I think we should take this war out of here."

"That's up to you, man. I don't give a shit about humans, whether they die or not, I know by our fucking laws we can't kill them, but there's always collateral damage..."

"Those humans are part of my pack, so if shit happens to them, the pact is broken." He growls looking at Negan menacingly, Lucille steps in the middle and Daryl watches as the man turns into a puppy. They're both Alphas, but she's the one who really leads the whole pack.

"Forgive him, we're nervous, we've been on the road too long... Nothing is going to happen to anyone, but I accept your proposal to take the fight away from here. It wouldn't be good for anyone for the humans to realize what's going on either." Lucille proposes and Daryl nods, it's clear that it's like her he has to talk to.

"Well, as I say, we have driven them out, but if they really go after their leader it won't be long before they return, we must be prepared, draw up a plan... Ya can stay here, the hut is not very big, but it will accommodate a few of yer people, the forest is at yer disposal if ya feel more comfortable." He offers the woman who smiles gratefully. She turns to her pack and they all begin to mobilize, setting up some tents for those who can't stay inside the house.

"Are you going to leave us out?" asks Rick approaching his brother, a frown on his face. "After watching us fight? Woodbury is our town too, Daryl."

"I know, Rick, but ya guys need to be aware that this is dangerous. Ya just had a son, brother, I ain’t wanna him to grow up without ya."

"You don't know that."

"Neither do ya, and I'm ain’t gonna risk it becomin’ a reality." He sighs long and rubs his face with one hand. "Ya guys have been a big help, I know yer capable of fighting, but not this time..." He feels bad for leaving his family aside, but he can't lead them to certain death.

"You will be more useful in the village, keeping the wolves away from your people." Lucille speaks again trying to back up Daryl's words. "You say you have one of their men with you, maybe they could come looking for him."

"He's my brother, I highly doubt they'll come after him, they'll have figured out he's a complete idiot and left him to his own devices." Snorts Daryl, but Negan shakes his head.

"I doubt it, that fucker will pick up any unstable lunatic who can help him. No offense."

"No offense..." Ranger grunts and shakes his shoulders trying to relax. "Let's figure something out between all of us, after we come up with a plan we'll each take the position we've been set and... I guess all that will be left is to wait."

Negan and Lucille nod at the same time. Although Rick wants to continue protesting, he understands his friend's position, he has a family to protect, perhaps they will be more effective in town, as the woman has said. They don't walk away, however, they stay with the rest to listen to the plan, to know what their mission is going to be within all this. Negan and Lucille continue to give new details about the men and the pack that they don't know. Something bristles inside Daryl, he understands that they are entering a turbulent terrain, that the allies of that Governor have the same destructive intentions as him, or even worse. The pack they have joined with is led by a dangerous and aggressive woman, apparently savage and cruel even to her own pack members.

Negan's pack sets up in the cabin as Daryl has given them permission, they all have their roles in the plan, as there are more of them the guards can be more spaced out, they can cover more ground, it will be easier for everyone. Ixeia has strengthened the weapons of the members of Negan's pack, the Alpha carries with him a weapon inherited from his family, a bat that strengthens the strength of the wolf, they have also brought an arsenal of silver bullets that they do not hesitate to share with the humans that Daryl considers their pack. The more prepared they are, the better. In pairs they roam the perimeter, some transformed into wolves, others in their human form, trying to go unnoticed among the humans strolling through the woods as well.

In town Michonne has already returned home, Rick tells her what happened, everyone is at the Grimes house, they need to know all the details to be prepared. Of course Daryl is going to see to it that everyone gets an escort, with them or at their homes, he doesn't care, but they're not going to be unprotected if he can help it. The Greene farm becomes another point of interaction between wolves and humans. The forge where they had prepared knives and bullets is back in operation being helped by several members of Negan's pack who have the Gift for building special weapons. Rick and the others are amazed at the ease of these to mold steel and create new weapons, not only knives, axes, small swords, even new bullets.

Daryl dares to let his guard down a little, he feels he can trust this pack, despite their rough and surly appearance, they are excellent warriors and craftsmen. Lucille is a badass and Negan, taking away that personality, is also a good soldier helping his own and even Jesus and the others to perfect their fighting techniques.

To be Continued...

next chapter.

previous chapter.

I hope you liked it!

Yes! Yes I know! I made Negan a good guy, with his personallity, but yes, good, I think if Lucille was still alive he wouldn't be so bad, so...

#norman #normanreedus #norman reedus #daryl #daryldixon #daryl dixon #twd fanfiction #daryl twd #rick grimes #michonne #shane walsh #carol petelier #AU fanfiction #werewolf #werewolves #howl series #OFC #daryldixonxofc

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delvalentine · 3 years ago

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Hllo, if ur still doing matchups, I would like one for a genshin male pls.

Soo, personality wise I would say I'm easygoing. I'm also kinda petty lolol and I love to roast or tease people just to see their reactions, but I only do this with people I'm comfrotable with, so if I roast you I consider you family. I don't show my emotions outside I just bury it and hope it goes away. I show emotions like happiness or excitement pretty easily but stuff like anger or frustration, I just keep it in me. I usually cover up my trauma using humor lol. I hate being bossed around and I also hate people who are narrow-minded. I'm also very competitive lolol and extremely sarcastic.

I love something that give me an adrenaline rush. Stuff like sky diving, para gliding, deep sea diving, adventure sports. I'm also into individual sports, like table tennis and swimming. But I'm also into relaxing stuff like painting, video games (especially horror) reading (especially thriller novels) and I also love watching horror movies. I also like playing games with my friends, but I get extremely competitive during that loll. Ooh, and I'm terrified of bugs, lizards and all that. Like if I see a lizard I will run away.

Sorry if this is too long! Pls take ur time doing this and have a good day 💛

bennett

all bennett has longed for is friends that consider him family, so he'd probably be way too into getting roasted. he's super reactive, hilarious, and never takes anything too close to heart, so he's the perfect partner, really. he's used to having to bear his emotions alone, so he'd be able to tell when you're hurting inside. though he may be clumsy and accident prone, he is a very good person to confide in when it comes to pain. if you don't want to talk about it, he'll be sure to distract you by taking you on a random adventure quest. and if you do, he'll be sure to give you his undivided attention.

good thing you're an adrenaline junkie, because to keep up with him, you'll need to like taking risks. in a modern world bennett would definitely scream at every jump scare, making playthroughs a very fun experience. and he'd be happy to catch the bugs for you. (even if he's scared of them himself.)

#bennett #genshin #genshin matchups #match ups

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yorekichan · 4 years ago

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DaiHaru fic: Waiting for you

Fandom: Fugou Keiji

Couple: Daisuke x Haru

Tags: Hurt/Comfrot, Married couple, Mpreg, Fluff, Protective Daisuke

Or on my AO3

For my the sweetest and cutest DaiHaru goddess Naopie @tatarangelic

Shingeki no hugs.

''Do you need anything Haru? Maybe I should bring you something to drink or give you more pillows?'' Suzue looked at him with concern.

''No, no Suzue, '' flustered Haru replied quickly. ''You are really taking care of me more than enough, '' Haru smiled and put his head on big, soft pillow.

''For sure? You have swollen eyes... Does it hurt you somewhere? Or baby doesn't give you a moment of peace?'' She looked with attention at his belly, bigger and bigger every day. It's already 8th month, huh? Time flies so fast.

''No, no, really Suzue... I am totally fine,'' Haru tried to put really big smile on his face and was waving his hands a lot to show how energetic he is.

''Hmmm... O.k,'' The woman said seriously with sharp eyes. ''But promise me, if something will be happening you will call me immediately, right?'' She had really serious tone so Haru nodded obediently.

''I must go to do some work now, will come soon again along with Kikuko-sama too. So please rest for now, Haru-sama,'' Suzue got closer to hug him warmly. Haru must admit that after marrying Daisuke he really had gained the best sister-in-law (even if technically she wasn’t) very caring and sweet, tho... she could stop calling him Haru-sama. It is so awkward!

When Suzue left the room and Haru was alone he touched his eyes... Hm, so they are really very swollen... No wonder to be honest... He was crying for a really long time. It was even hard to say how many minutes or maybe hours have passed....

It was all the fault of this stupid dream! No, not dream... Nightmare, which was showing everything Haru is scared the most... Some big dangerous mission on work.... Then blood, so many blood. Tons of bullets in Daisuke's chest. He still wants to say something to Haru... But he can't... Daisuke Kanbe gave the last breath being in Haru's arms.... Haru is losing him...

Stupid dream! Haru scratched his head ''Stop thinking about this!!!'' Man reprimanded himself, then he tried to read a book but intrusive thoughts were stronger. And last part of his dream appeared before his eyes... Blood... blood... his blood... Baby... Lost...

No! No! It is just stupid, mean dream!!! The man started to pat his belly ''Hello baby girl, I am sorry, I was nervous today. Daddy Haru will stop thinking about this stupid dreams... I promise.''

Haru curled up in a ball and tried to bring some positive thoughts, watched some funny tv shows... But he didn't feel better and bad thoughts were flowing all over him. He knew it was just a dream... But still. Especially taking the fact that his pregnancy wasn't so easy and happy at beginning... It was pregnancy with complications.. Baby girl had big health problems, now thanks to all health care and best doctors Daisuke provided them, it is better and calmed now but Haru must still be very cautious.

If it wouldn't be enough worries, Daisuke had had an accident in work during some mission, luckily he backed from this only with one light injury as he said „just a scratch” which got healed fastly.... But it was enough to Haru to worry about his husband. Especially now when he is all over alone (in meaning: without his best partner - Haru!!!) on some mission in Europe.

The worst is fact... it was Haru who persuaded Daisuke to go there even if the man really wanted to stay...

''Go! I will be fine! Really, Don't treat me as fragile egg. I am a man too you know?! I hate when you treat me like that...''

''Oh... If you say this like that...'' Daisuke gritted his teeth and fly to Switzerland for few days..

I was so stupid that I persuaded him to fly, especially when he wanted to stay so much... But I don't want to be burden for him... Baka Haru, you big idiot with big ego!!!

Tears overflown from his eyes... Daisuke...Come back to me... But his thoughts were interrupted by phone signal... And it was … Daisuke. Daisuke Kanbe calling... Whaaaaat?!

''Dai-dai-daaaa,'' Haru felt like his throat got dry immediately. ''Daisuke?! What are you doing? Isn't now deep night in Switzerland?'' Haru tried to sound very cheerful but his voice was trembling.

''Yes... It is deep night,'' Daisuke sighed and sounded a little sleepy. ''But Suzue was calling,'' Oh shit... ''...and said you had visibly swollen eyes and looked like a biten puppy... Plus you were poorly pretending everything is o.k'' Daisuke was talking calmly but his voice was full of concern. ''So what happened? And please don't lie to me, you know I will recognise when you will even try''

There was big pouse and complete silence from other side of phone. ''Haru? Haru?'' Daisuke got impatient waiting for any sign from Haru who got quiet for way too long. Grrrrr I really should put cameras all over the room, I would know everything then. Why have I even listened to Haru when he said it will be breaking his privacy...

''HEUSC, show me Haru, change this into video conversation,'' the dark-haired man commanded.

Now they both were seeing each other... Haru saw Daisuke in his elegant pyjama and his hair down. His sleepy eyes were looking at his sad husband with love and attention. On the other way Daisuke looking at Haru felt sharp pain in his chest... '''Baby....'' But he couldn't finish because on Haru's eyes appeared big roundy tears. He was overflowing with emotions and didn't know how to stop them. It was just too many fears he was hidding by all this time...

''Haru, darling, I'm here, please say me everything...'' So Haru did, he finally told all his biggest fears, about these horrible returning dreams when he lost them both, the fact how much he regret he wasn’t honest and was persuading him for his departure to Europe and Daisuke was listening everything with breaking heart....

''Dai-chan.... I miss you, so freaking much...''

''Me too, baby, me too... I am sorry I listened you and flied here... We should be all this time together....'' Daisuke seemed sad and visibly moved by Haru's words but then added more brightly ''But I know how to fix this!''

''What? Fix? How?!'' Haru was dumbfounded and only heard BALANCE UNLIMITED and their video conversation ended.

There wasn't Daisuke on the other end but Haru smiled happily ''You smug bastard.''

Not so long after this, Haru heard enormous noise coming from the garden, he looked through the window and noticed the weirdest plane (?!) he had ever saw. Daisuke got off from this cosmic machine, he still was wearing pyjama and still had not brushed hair.

''Princess, your dady is really crazy man... And we love him for this,'' Haru touched his belly and felt energic kick from their daughter then he rushed to the main gate. He imagined himslef running by all the stairs to land into Daisuke's arms... But he chose the elevator, it was safer for him and the baby.

It was Daisuke who ran into him after leaving this weird machine. When they finally met near the main door Daisuke showered Haru with kisses. Starting from kissing his still wet eyes and eyelashes like he would want to take away all Haru's pain,

''You are here...''Haru snuggled his face into shorter man's chest. ''Thank you, thank you...''

''Yes, I am and I will never leave you alone ever again, Haru and you, princess,'' this saying, he put a hand on Haru's tummy.

''By the way, what is this machine? Is this even legal? How it was possible to fly here from Switzerland in such short time?'' Haru's eyes were beaming with curiosity.

''It is a top secret.''

''Meanie,'' Haru pouted. ''But I am really happy you are back. Thank you, Dai-chan. So let's go to our room, what will wait for you? Many hugging and sleep coz you must be all exausted.''

''I really like this plan,'' Daisuke kissed Haru's cheek and they headed to their bedroom.

*****

Haru and Daisuke were so focused on each other that they hadn’t even noticed Suzue, grandma Kikuko and Hattori who also came to welcome Daisuke. But they really didn't mind the fact they got so ignored as air. They were happy enough to see their favourite duo smiling again.

#daiharu #fugou keiji balance: unlimited #fkbu #fogou keiji #haru katou #daisuke kambe #tatarangelic #for my baby nao #love you love you #every daiharu i will ever write or try will be of course for you my baby :*#i want to shower you with daiharu feels and love #my fic #my fanfiction #mpreg

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cynicalrainbows · 4 years ago

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Im glad you liked it hehe! Jane is really fun to make hc/new characterizations for (I’m someone who likes to write myself, and characters are my fav part of most story telling). I think it’s mostly due to the fact that I feel her song can get a little misinterpreted at times (this is largely due to the fact that it’s a ballad and ballads can be very vague). I could go on a whole ramble about what I think the song is about the line/cut line from it but to keep it short- I see her song as her in denial and realizing/reminiscing on her relationship with Henry and seeing that it was emotional ab*sive (the whole song chorus is like she’s going to battle) but she stood firm and wanted to focus her true love on her child (regardless of gender). To me that and her part in “Six” gives me an idea of a Jane who was hurt and used before but just wants now to live her life to fullest, with true freedom in what she can say or think or do with no one stopping her . And she wants to do all this with the queens, her new family.

Mom!Jane is adorable, she’s a sweetheart but a Jane that’s a little more fiery, a little more chaotic, and much more teasing hits a little different. And well that changes her dynamic with everyone but I just wanted to focus on Anne cause I also think differently about her as well (like i think she’s smart as hell through the whole fake competition since she’s trying to get the audience to like her and she does a decent job at that... she’s pretty neat I think). I do think Katherine fits in well too, with Anne also acting like an older sibling but Kat and Jane (even tho Jane is older than Kat) being more in the same level with stuff. Kat’s not as chaotic as Jane but she’s more “eh why not I’m in” cause it just makes her happy to hang out with them.

Anger is such an exhausting emotion but something I learned once from a therapist of mine is that it’s sometimes an emotion that’s covers up what you’re really feeling. It’s easier to be angry at something then to be truly vulnerable, but when you recognize the underlying cause and have people who can support you through it, it can become easier to be vulnerable. That can definitely apply here, where Anne and Jane become much more vulnerable with eachother. Anne would then learn about all the shit Jane went through with her family and Henry (hearing that he threatened to have her beheaded like Anne during the pilgrimage of grace incident would make her both angry and bring out a protective instinct). She would be the one to comfort Jane on the idea that she didn’t go through much cause “You totally got screwed over too! We all did! Just cause it was different pain, doesn’t mean it’s not valid pain!”

Her reigning Jane is mostly her making sure Jane doesn’t go too far (Anne had to stop her from trying to bake stuff faster by upping the temperature too many times to count), but she can’t help but be happy at the fact that Jane feels comfortable enough to do stuff like that or joke around with the queens at all with no fear of extreme punishment (not that they would punish her, but like... trauma sucks).

(And yeah I definitely agree on the point on the illiteracy hc, as we only know so much in her education but it wouldn’t be a surprise that she might have been slightly illiterate given the time. I just also like the hc of her having dyslexia cause of the fics that cover it, specifically HMA64 I love their fics dearly)

And yes, i thought of it once and thought “god that’s adorable, i have to include this”. With every groan from the other queens lips at each of Jane’s puns, Anne gets more and more proud :D.

And im seriously happy you liked it (I mean I didn’t think I would start to hc stuff about a musical about the six wives of Henry the eighth but like ehh historical fiction is a thing and writing has always been about what ifs, so why not)! And well I’m sure if I think of something you might like again, I’ll share it :).

Oh my god I was replying to an ask, scrolled down slightly and did a double take, wondering how I’d missed this post- and THEN remembered getting it, reading it and being like ‘Oh I don;t have time to give this amazing as the attention to deserves so I’ll save it-’ and then I think life just got in the way and it slipped from my mind entirely- and anon I’m so sorry! I promise I wasn’t ignoiring it on purpose but I do feel like a very ungrateful wench after you went to such trouble to send such an interesting ask!

I agree that Jane gives the impression of recognising how awful Henry was in her song- idk if you’ve seen the tour cast but the Jane I saw did an amazing job of just coming across as someone who had been very wounded and who was only just giving herself permission to sort of slowly realise it wasn’t her fault and that she didn’t deserve it, like she was still in the habit of excusing him but was slowly relaising how wrong it was.

I can definitely imagine Kitty and Jane being on a similar sort of level, out of the cousins- they’re the two youngest, the two least well educated, both were sort of pushed into Henry’s bed (Jane just came out of it a lot better), both were meant to be sort of ‘dresh start’ queens: Jane was the good wife after the temptress Nan Bullen and Kitty was the pretty young girl married for love after the doomed arranged marriage of politics. So I like the idea of them getting on as friends and equals rather than just Mother and Child.

Omg imagine Jane finally having the courage to make a joke or tease another queen and like it’s really mild but she still flinches and freezes- so the others make sure to laugh and make it clear that they’re really thrilled she’s comfrotable enough to realx a bit (and then they unleash a monster because Jane discovers puns....)

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linkspooky · 5 years ago

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Powerless Aizawa

Aizawa Shota is introduced to us as an overly harsh and strict teacher, who pushes his students to their absolute limits and seems to prefer sink or swim mentor styles. This is however an outward personality he projects, to appear strong, to appear in control of things. We know now that Aizawa is one of the most deeply caring charaters in the series, so why does he feel the need to act so aloof and unemotionless, strictly rational at all times?

We learn a lot of his backstory in My Hero Academia: Vigilantes, the canon prequel and it informs a lot of his behavior in the main story. MORE ANALYSIS UNDER THE CUT.

1. Aizawa Appears to be in Control

Aizawa is introducted to us as an incredibly strict teacher. One that forgoes the policies of the school and expells students on a whim if they do not meet his own personal standards. Aizawa’s soft side is known to us now, but it’s also important to remember that he still even now embodies the philosophy “cruel to be kind.” He almost never lets his soft side show around his students, and he prefers to appear as a harsh teacher in front of them at all times. This is still his main way of engaging with the world.

Aizawa believes niceties, showing compassion, all of those things are secondary to raw technical merit in hero work. Which is ironic because Aizawa’s shown a lot of compassion, especially for those younger than him who lean on him for emotional support. But the person who he really is, and the person he presents in front of his students are two different people, as different as night and day. He even repeats this bevaior in the light novels. SCHOOL BRIEFS. Vol 1.

Shota Aizawa made a point of living his life rationally. In other words, cutting out all that was unneessarey, extraneous, or wasteful. Accordingly, he had no preferences when it came to food or clothing, because time spent fussing over such things was time wasted. His hair was long and unkempt, and his otufits were all identical, or at the very least indistinguishable from one another. In his eyes, the only point of eating was to nourish oneself, so he mostly subsisted on nutrient jelly. Clothing and living spaces that emphasized form over function and comfrot were absurd, cooking elaborate meals and caring where the ingedients were grown or processed was nonsensical.

For Aizawa everything other than raw technical merit is unnecessary. He breaks people down to what they are capable of and tends to see them as that first. In a way Aizawa while aware himself of the flaws of the hero system that he was also once excluded from, sometimes repeats those same flaws. He almost expels Deku for having a quirk that’s not compatible with his body on the first day, rather than you know, trying to help him or teach him better ways of using his quirk.

Since he reduces everything to raw merit and achievement, he tends to reduce students down to their potential and doesn’t even bother to teach those he sees no potential in. Its an elitist and flawed metho of teaching. Teachers are supposed to you know, teach, not let the students fall through the cracks intentionally.

Especially since Aizawa is already aware they exist in a flawed system that lets people like Midoriya fall in the first place, and at the start of the manga it seems his policy is to just let them fall and put all the responsibility on their shoulders for not being good enough. That’s a sign of poor teaching, because as I said, those students were going to fall anyway. Not bothering to try, letting the weak fall, and paying all attention to the strong, that’s just reinforcing a broken status quo instead of trying to improve the students like a teacher ought to. Aizawa is the first and only person to notice, and lecture Deku for how self destructive his actions are but at the same time he doesn’t do anything substantial about trying to dissuade him from that. It’s something that could be solved with like, a personal talk, telling Deku that actively harming himself over and over again is something that will destroy his chances of being a hero, but Aizawa just lets Deku fall flat on his face because he emphasizes learning it on his own so much.

Aizawa’s method of teaching is sink or swim. He lets them fall entirely on their own and doesn’t himself seem to care if they drown. He’s as harsh as possible and treats first day students as if they have the same do or die consequences as professional heroes. Even though a necessary part of learning is making mistakes.

Aizawa calls this his kindness, but once again Aizawa only ever allows himself to show that kindness in indirect ways. He only ever allows himself to be strict, because anything else is unnecessary.

In other words, the way he teaches is so that his students will be prepared for everything. He expects them to be in control at all times, and overcome any circumstances. And his way to teach themt his is to not adequately prepare them, and throw them headifrst into things so they will learn to adapt to almost anything. He doesn’t warn them aduquately ahead of time, because Aizawa believes the world to operate that way.

The world is not logical, it is illogical. Heroes are not working under controlled circumstances like in a classroom, they are entirely uncontrolled. Aizawa himself believes that since it’s impossible to control everything he has to send his students into these situations as blindly as possible so that they can learn to survive basically in the wild. The strong will survive, and the weak won’t, and because of that he believes that those who are going to be crushed like this are better off being crushed.

He doesn’t prepare them, because he thinks they’ll never be prepared enough. So they have to learn to survive unprepared. Aizawa is like this with all things, projecting the harshest personality possible, removing the extraneous, acting in the quickest most efficient ways. Because he believes his mistakes get other people killed, and there’s no recovery once he’s made a mistake. You can see this even in the way he deals with villains, he jumps straight to torture in about ten seconds. Aizawa is completely brutal.

Aizawa himself even realizes it at times. By raising his students as efficiently as possible, sometimes he neglects the fact that they are kids, because he’s raising them primarily by strengthening their quirks. He even admits that nobody thought Bakugo after being kidnapped for several days and having his kidnapping made national news and All Might getting hurt as a result of it might need a few days of guidance. Aizawa is a part of a system that reduces kids down to their quirks and their strength, and sometimes he reinforces that system even when he’s aware of its flaws.

Because Aizawa as a flawed character, is still shaking off the flaws of the system he was raised in as well. He’s still learning from his students in the same way he is teaching them.

Even though Aizawa’s quirk is suited to teamwork, not only does Aizawa work entirely by himself alone at night as a hero, but he also teaches his students this as well. His methods which are basically sink or swim or survival of the fittest basically emphasize individual strength above all else, because he believes their greatest merit of a hero is their ability to survive every situation on their own, without making mistakes that could be costly. He believes out their in the wild, nobody is going to help you if you fall and all you can do is learn to overcome entirely on your own with sheer strength.

That you as an individual have to be in control of everything, in order to be a hero. This isn’t what Aizawa actually believes though, it’s what he wants to project. He is essentially, an overly harsh control freak when it comes to his own life (hence why he devotes it to 100% hero work, teaching and literally nothing else) and that is all a response to his trauma.

2. Aizawa is Afraid of Everything He Can’t Control

The reason Aizawa is so strict, and always employs sink or swim methods comes from his youth. Aizawa has dealt with feelings of powerlessness all his life, especially because his quirk is not suited to combat the way other heroes quirks were.

Aizawa has an extremely low image of himself. Due to the fact that he’s not personally strong enough to save everyone, he therefore cannot save anyone. He fundamentally views himself as a weak person incapbale of saving others especially because his quirk is weak on its own and not suited for combat.

Aizawa is extremely harsh, but he’s harshest on all on himself. To him the worst thing is failing to save someone, so therefore if he thinks he’s not prepared for the responsibility of saving someone he won’t even try. Part of the reason Aizawa does not reach out to others as much is this overhwleming sense of responsibility he has. If he gets involved he’s responsible for everything. If things go out of control, he will be the one responsible for not being strong enough to handle it on his own. The same can be applied to his students, if one of his students goes out into the field and dies because they were unprepared, it’s his fault for not teaching him properly. So he gives up on and doesn’t even bother to teach the ones he doesn’t want to take that responsibility for.

In the flashback, Aizawa begins to change little by little when he sees someone who recklessly takes the leap and saves the cat anyway with no thought at all, whereas Aizawa himself is constantly held back from showing how much he cares by his own thoughts of inferiority. He’s kind but he never allows himself to be, because he believes he’s too weak to be kind, to be able to help others, so he only ever shows it in indirect ways.

We see a lot of Aizawa reacting to the world around him. He can’t do anything on his own because of his quirk, and therefore he sees it as wrong for him to rely on others. He sees himself as weak because he needs others and doesn’t excel in individual strength.

Aizawa’s goggles come from that same hero who he saw as able to take the reckless leap and save people instead of getting caught up in his own self doubt. HIs closest friend at the time. When he started to wear those goggles, to lean on him for assistance, Aizawa started to improve. There is no way he ever would have improved if not for that friendship, that thing which modern day Aizawa considers so extraneous.

Shirakumo breaks through Aizawa’s beliefs that he has to do everything on his own and shows how strong he can be as a part of a team. What was wrong with Aizawa was not that his quirk was weak, but he was too isolated, unable to let anybody help him and therefore constantly stuck with his own self destructive thoughts, and far too aware of his own weaknesses.

Aizawa is still not able to do everything on his own, but he learns that if he relies on Shirakumo the two of them are stronger as a pair together. They don’t have to destroy their indiidual weaknesses, because both of them can cover for the others weaknesses. It’s not the strong surviving the weak, he’s in a situation where it’s okay for him to be weak and still make use of his quirk to the best of his ability. He doesn’t need to stand on raw combat ability and power alone.

Being suited to teamwork instead of having a strong individual quirk isn’t presented as a bad thing at all. It’s at this point that Aizawa had the healthiest view of his own quirk, and the way heroes should operate in his life. He was close to breaking the status quo and overcoming the society that had made him feel bad about his own quirk all of his life.

But then we witness Aizawa’s point of trauma.

His closest friend dies not to a heroic sacrifice, but just a random accident. Just rocks falling. Something Aizawa is completely out of control of. Something AIzawa did not expect at all. He didn’t even get the chance to fight back, it was sudden accident that took a human life.

Not only that but at the time Aizawa then had to fight the villain all by himself. Not only that, but he’s praised for being strong in that moment and taking the villain down alone rather than relying on other people.

And that’s what broke Aizawa. He really did rely on people. He did work as a part of a team, and was emotionally open to other people around him. Relying on others and not his own strength, not being prepared for everything led to his friend dying by falling rocks. In a moment that was completely out of control, he lost his friend and was fored to fight entirely alone.

And that is how we see the Aizawa of the current day. He works alone, he believes that people have to survive on their own or they won’t make it into the own, he believes that those who are just falling he should just let them fall because it’s kinder then sending them out into the world. Shirakumo died in a situation entirely out of his control, and now Aizawa seeks to control everything.

Aizawa as an adult is a fully realized hero who works mostly on is own, who is strong enough to fight alone, and yet carrying Shirakumo’s death with him he still feels completely powerless. It’s those feelings he has to unlearn. The emotional connection with his students has taught him far more than lecturing them on quirks ever has.

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edwards-shadow · 4 years ago

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𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻.

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basics !

FULL NAME. Pride PRONUNCIATION. Pry-d NICKNAME. Little One, Baby Brother, Monster, Freak He doesn’t know enough people to have many. GENDER. Male HEIGHT. 5′0″ AGE. 16-17 physical appearance, 2-3 living years ZODIAC. Unknown SPOKEN LANGUAGES. Amestrian

physical characteristics !

HAIR COLOR. Blonde EYE COLOR. ��Gold BODY TYPE. Lean muscle. Small. Not quite atheletic. ACCENT. Unknown VOICE. Soft, light rasp if he hasn’t spoken in a while, often flat but not quite monotone unless upset. Tone brightens when interested or happy. DOMINANT HAND. Right POSTURE. Upright but withdrawn, and will curl in on himself easily. Folded arms, hunched shoulders, knees drawn, whatever he has to do. Eyes often cast away from the person addressing him, usually down at the floor, especially if uneasy. TATTOOS. Ouroboros on his left shoulder/upper arm. NUMEROUS red lines and markings that cover his body. They are not symetrical across his body, he is extremely self-conscious about them and unless comfortable with the other person will try and cover them up.

BIRTHMARKS. Tattoos MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). Blonde hair and golden eyes, and the tattoos. (People tend to notice his appearance mirroring that of Edward Elric first, and the markings second)

childhood !

PLACE OF BIRTH. Central, Amestirs HOMETOWN. Central BIRTH WEIGHT. 126lbs BIRTH HEIGHT. 5′0″ FIRST WORDS. “Envy”, “Father”, “I’m sorry”

SIBLINGS. Envy(often referred to as his “Big Brother” despite not being the eldest), Lust, Gluttony, Sloth, Wrath, Greed(astranged) PARENTS. Father, aka The Dwarf in the Flask PARENTAL INVOLVEMENT. Father had next to no involvement in Pride’s life, especially not early on. He was checked in with to see how he was fairing in terms of learning his place within the family and in understanding his abilities, but was largely left without interaction from Father. More of a passive but intense monitoring of him form a distance that Pride very quickly was taught to fear and “respect” due to him having the title of “Father”. But did not fill the role.

Actual “raising” of Pride fell primarely to Envy, though Pride does not see him in a parental role, clearly putting a difference between “Father” and “Sibling”. A sort of imprinting also fell to the older being the first person Pride saw after his birth, which was only strengthened when Envy was given the task of looking after him.

adult life !

OCCUPATION. N/A CURRENT RESIDENCE. Tunnels under Central CLOSE FRIENDS. None (he has like one friend at present, and he doesn’t pick one over others) RELATIONSHIP STATUS. Single (verse dependant) FINANCIAL STATUS. With the homunculi pulling all the strings of the entire country, including taking the spot of highest authority and rank in Amestris, technically upper class. With how he lives and what he has to his name, probably closer to poverty(any and all Cenz he can find goes straight into buying food for his pet cat) DRIVER’S LICENSE. N/A CRIMINAL RECORD. Trespassing, breaking and entering, (supposed) impersonation of a State Alchemist VICES. “living in his head”, curiosity(to an extent)

sex and romance !

Note: He doesn’t exactly have a “preference” per say, but does have a very submissive personality. He has no interest in a domanant role however, because he doesn’t have many “dominant” like personality traits. Which he is perfectly happy and comfortable with.

LIBIDO. Extremely low TURN ONS. Expressed care and affection, patience, compasion, showing interest in what he says when he says something. TURN OFFS. PAIN, lies, excessive violence/aggression, LOVE LANGUAGE. Praise/reassurance, physical shows of affection (hand holding, cuddling, etc.) in both platonic or romantic realms. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. A lot of physical contact. Pride is EXTREMELY tactile with affection. Holding hands, hugging when he’s happy to see you, cuddling, the works. For both platonic and romantic relationships. If Pride lieks you and is happy and comfrotable with you, TRULY, he will reach out for you. Touch from a stranger will make him pull away, touch from someone he’s uncomfortable with makes him squirm. Touch from someone he fears makes him pull away violently and even yell. If Pride is coming over to regularly touch you, or isn’t pulling away from your touch, it is the ulitmate sign of “he likes you”.

There are few people he has in his life that he deeply cares about. But he cares DEEPLY when he does. When you are hurt and upset, he hurts for you that you are. When you’re happy, he brightenes up because you’re smiling. When you’re angry he wants to listen or soothe or will let himself take the brunt of it until you’re okay again. Love from Pride, in any sense, is full and complete. He will show you all parts of his world and he will be happy to see any of yours. He will never turn on you, he will take a bullet for you, but he would never ask you to do that for him.

miscellaneous !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. Lost Carol - Long Version(this is actually the song intended for any “lullaby” referred to with him. HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. Drawing, people watching, exploring MENTAL ILLNESSES. Depression(including self-harm and suicidal tendencies), PTSD, hallucinations(memories from Edward, and voices) PHYSICAL ILLNESSES. N/A LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. Right Brain(creative) FEARS. abandoment, being alone for long, not being good enough, loosing his loved ones, intense and prolonged pain, alchemists and the military, Edward Elric SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. Very low overall. Pride believes he is good at drawing, that he is good at being quiet to the point of being soundless, and being able to watch/listen without people knowing he is. Everything outsdie of that, is extremely low. He has next to no sense of self worth, and it has been taken advantage of more than once. He can be hit adn yelled at and he’ll apologize over and over but not raise a hand to stop it. Because he deserves it. He’s done something wrong to get this kind of anger so he must be bad. To make thinse worse, he is constantly faced with people thinking he is “Edward”. People call him that name instead, demand answers about a boy he’s never met before, people WANT EDWARD, “Pride” is just in the way. No one wants him, he’s convinced his family only puts up with him so long as he behaves and “is being good.” VULNERABILITIES. Emotional, nieve and easily manipulated, ENVY, The Boy in Red, his mental stability, curiosity, low pain tollerance, honestly wants to see good in people(and homunculi) even if it hurts him

Tagged by : taken from @alchemic-elric because it looked fun Tagging : anyone who would like to do this, you can blame me for it

#((headcanon))#((this was actually a ton of fun but now I feel like I have to do writeups to explain some of these in depth))

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