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WEEE hehehehe tysm <33 I am so glad u like my bugs, I have been shaking them in jars in my brain so much recently =w=
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Harpoon Hybrid - CSM oc (Old post / Outdated)
(Edit: Name change, 16/04/24.)
Second oc!! (One of my favs<3)
His name is Botan Kawase!! (Affectionately shortened to Bo!!!) I forgot to put in on the ref but he's 5'4 ft (around 163 cm)
Outfits: Public Safety uniform, Fourth East gakuran and deckhand port cloth.
Tap for more info and a few doodles of him!!
🎣— Character details!!
(He/Him pronouns for Botan!!)
⚠️Warning:—Manipulation mentions (Makima), badly drawn blood on the last pic.
Botan is calm, polite and keeps an stoic facade (which Yoshida breaks easily.) most of the time, school and work equally. He's socially awkward and tends to avoid conversations by giving small talk, answering with just a "yes", a nod, a "no" or a head shake. After what happened in his hometown, Yazui, in addition to the fact that he is now in a profession where people could die for just be around him, he is not very interested in making friends, still the harpoon can't help but get attached to certain people around him. Botan is still a teenager (17 or 18 y/o.)
He is the Harpoon Hybrid, he prefers not to talk about how he merged with the devil. But the encounter happened a few months before the Yazui port staff found him,
Botan is currently working for Public Safety, deciding to stay after being freed from Makima's control in the Control Devil Arc; now member of Special Division 7
He used to be a deckhand in Yaizu's city port, Shizuoka prefecture, being hired as a private devil hunter by the port staff and crew when they found him, he had killed the Sea Urchin Devil near the installations in his hybrid form. He was offered a home, water, food and other basic needs in exchange for being, so to speak, security against devils who attacked the port, staff, prevented any process or exit of the boats¿ He formed a bond with most of the tribulation members and saw some of them as father/mother figures and family.
Public Safety learned of his existence through a staff error and immediately took him away, laying off some staff members. Makima being Makima, pulled some strings to have the harpoon hybrid transferred to Tokyo to be a member of Special Division 5 along the rest of the weapons. Botan was easy prey for Makima, he felt extremely guilty for getting some of the crew fired and she offered him comfort through a false façade of a mother figure. (Just as a small clarification, Botan never had romantic feelings towards Makima, he saw her more as a mother and wanted to protect her during his brainwash.)
The Harpoon now with free will really saw no point in trying to return to Yazui, he felt sorry and guilty and it just didn't feel right for him to return. With no better alternative, he stayed at Public Safety and began renting an apartment in Tokyo with his salary; still wears one of the port's hooks as a bracelet along with keeping some photos and shells from his time still in Shizuoka, a few decorate his apartment along other sea themed objects.
Botan was assigned as Yoshida's partner, Denji's bodyguard, and was ordered by his superior to harpoon out the chainsaw hybrid's heart if he at any time disobeyed orders or lost control.
🎣— First meeting!! (oc x canon)
With a new job and a new mission to protect a certain blonde boy, of course this was not going to be a job just for the Harpoon. Botan was quiet and quite upright with Yoshida at first, he limited himself to only talking about the mission even though Yoshida wanted to know more and was curious about the hybrid. Hirofumi of course insisted in getting to know each other better and ended up dragging reluctantly the harpoon to a Cafe so they could talk more comfortably unlike the PS building which air conditioner probably never goes off in 24/7, they had a few drinks and desserts together and suddenly Botan was starting to think this guy is maybe not that bad as he initially looked.
Botan thought Yoshida was kind of weird at first (and still kind of does) but he has developed admiration towards his professionalism and totally grown a camaraderie like for him.
No, he's not going to elaborate about what he thinks about Yoshida, nothing further than a "He does a good job."
He knows he's pretty you don't need to tell him, man literally sees him daily, no, he's not going to admit he thinks he's pretty.
Botan makes sure to assist Yoshida whenever he gets hurt in missions, even if it's just a small scratch that not even himself had noticed until the hybrid pointed out.
At some point Botan called him Hirofumi instead of Yoshida and apologized quickly but a smile and a "It's fine, you can call me Hirofumi" with a rather warmer tone than usual from the eerie boy was enough for the harpoon to start using his name on him always. No, he didn't get home happy that day, "The pollen in the air tickles my nose." and he was smiling more than usual that day... "Hm? We're not in spring yet? Uh, how strange then." and he shrugged.
🎣— Hybrid form!!
Botan possesses a small gun trigger on his upper back which he usually covers with his hair which, forgive the redundancy, triggers his hybrid transformation by being pulled. (May change this in the future)
In this appearance his head is replaced by an harpoon gun or canyon that he can shoot along the harpoons attached to his arms by pointing with his index finger, he also can also simply detach the harpoons to throw them in more traditional way or use them in melee combat just like the Spear Hybrid.
The ropes tied to the harpoons are useful for him to make the weapons return to him, the ropes are infinite and don't really have a limit to stop stretching but they can be rip by a blunt weapon or sharp object.
If Botan losses any of his harpoons under any circumstance he can simply generate/create them again to replace the ones he lost, the harpoons are sharp enough to pierce through a Sperm whale and a Blue whale easily.
The harpoon hybrid accuracy allows him to hit targets easily and freely even if they're hundreds of meters away from him.
He possesses as well the other same abilities than the rest of The Weapons have as: Augmented body, healing by blood consumption and nigh-immortality.
Botan tries to perfect his handling of weapons such as: the poleaxe, the fauchard, the glaive and firearms in general to avoid depending from his hybrid form, in a way aspiring to be like Quanxi.
That's all for now!! I'll try to bring more of him and my others ocs soon!! :3
Thanks for reading! —★
🎣—"The seas raised me, a ship cradled me and the seagulls lulled me to sleep."
#csm#csm fanart#csm hirofumi#csm yoshida#yoshida hirofumi#csm oc#csm art#chainsaw man#oc x canon#digital art#oc art#oc#artists on tumblr#digital drawing#.oran berry 🎨#.oran berry ocs (*´ω`*)
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The final ref sheets!!! I will be making more of this AU, trust me lol, but for now here are the remaining primary characters...AND a surprise extra :D
Loop - Takes the combined role of Riddler and Two-Face. Formerly going down the same path as The Playing One, they were devastated when they finally did defeat - and seemingly kill - Barrelman. Traumatized by this event, they believed themself impossible to rehabilitate, and spent a week running away from the House's forces who aimed to find and secure them even despite what they had done. Unable to die yet unwilling to live with themself, they took to the Favor Tree and made a new wish - to disappear and start a new life. A familiar voice, thought to be lost, beckoned their name before it was too late. An amnesiac who enjoys their new life, only remembering that they are not of this timeline, Loop takes the moniker of the Sponsor. They're more mischievous than canon, but are by no means dangerous, feeling a drive they cannot fully understand to never truly harm people. Relishing in their own mystery, they pull misdeeds in the form of riddles for a hero to solve, and uses the flip of their silver coin - from where it came from, they don't know - to determine their plan's next step, rendering them very unpredictable. They feel something bizarre when facing the Playing One however, as if something was out of place about them...
Mal du Pays - Takes the role of Scarecrow. Formed at some unknown time and first manifested when Siffrin was attacked by a thug in his home country and lost his eye, this is the inner darkness broiling within the Playing One. While Loop was able to escape its influence, Siffrin subconsciously feels the urge to continue his crimes not just out of fun, nor gaining Isabeau's attention, but due to an underlying fear that Mal du Pays had excarberated in their mind; the fear of being alone. Through the chaos, puns and destruction, it is isolation that the Playing One knows most of all, and fears the most - and Mal du Pays is what drives him to avoid it. In the event that the Playing One is infused with Venimeux, he will manifest as Bigfrin, in full control while using MDP's power. Otherwise, MDP will only ever manifest in other people's minds by Siffrin's will, playing into their fears and terrors.
King - Takes the combined role of Bane and Ra's al Ghul. His home country scarred by war, and eventually lost to a cursed wish by a dying opponent of his, the King was fueled not only by sorrow here, but also more anger. He resents the fact that his home is gone, and seeks to perfect Vaugarde by ruling it with an iron fist before freezing it into a perfect state, believing that stagnance to be what people need. Inspiring a widespread criminal underworld with his organization of devoted warriors and hired outlaws, the King would later come in conflict with Euphrasie, resulting in him being so badly wounded that he resorted to building a mask to hide his scars. He tended to his wounds by using even more Wish Craft - to create a new, augmented variant of Restoration Craft known as Venimeux, pushing his body to its limits while maintaining his cunning mind. He has a fascination for both Isabeau, seeing him as a worthy ally if he so chose to take his side, and Siffrin, who was also from his home country, having shown some usage of Wish Craft himself. He is the main antagonist, sharing such a role with The Playing One even though they oppose each other.
Part 1: Isa and Sif ( HERE! )
Part 2: Mira and Bonnie ( HERE! )
Part 3: Odile and Euphrasie ( HERE! )
Part 4: Loop, Mal du Pays and King (here!)
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svt as brooklyn 99 characters
tags: b99 au, i am obsessed, i’ve been rewatching this series for the 600th time now, only 80% accurate, i stretched it a little bit
thank you to alice (koogyv on twt) for the amazing thread that i highly interacted with as inspiration. there are many similarities. i expanded upon it more.
this is my take:
det. jake peralta
hoshi
“i wasn’t hurt that badly. the doctor said all my bleeding was internal. that’s where the blood’s supposed to be!”
arguably, this is the best pairing made. he’s silly, hard-working, creative, and most of all -- he’s gunsta think about the turtles. even as a jokes-first seriousness-second type of person, jake is a thoughtful and caring person who would put himself down to save others. he’s sharp, perceptive, and great at deduction, but often discredits himself with his great delusion, playfulness, and childish nature. he’s a trendsetter and loves to joke around, and when he has a great thought, he’s going to put it into action. (“yeah, that’s right. i’m about to monologue, son.”) his favorite movie is die hard (hoshi as a shawol), is canonically broke (hoshi’s constant money loss due to him spoiling everything), and tries to annoy suspects into confessing their crimes.
men can have duality. they can be serious and also put orange soda in their cereal. hoshi, as a Super Gemini™ knows all about it. he’s playful but knows when to be serious and takes his line of work very seriously. sure, he has some growing up to do and can immerse himself in a different role (horanghae <3) very easily, but he plays to his strengths and that of others with his determination and persistence.
capt. raymond holt
seungcheol
“wait a minute. this isn’t the championship cummerbund. this is some common cummerbund. and, you’re not cheddar. you’re just some common bitch!”
“this bitch? please. watch.” (to the dog, ‘some common bitch’) “shake… shake! psshh. idiot.”
this is probably the most obvious and predictable choice after jake=hoshi. a born leader, full of wisdom, and no-nonsense… well, some nonsense is okay. captain holt is ambitious and looks after his squad with both care for their goals and their personalities. even though he may seem a little unapproachable or stoic, he’s actually a really funny and goofy guy. he laughs when he eats marshmallows (“a marshed mallow? don’t mind if i do.”) he’s very adamant about his passions (like john phillip sousa being the skrillrex of his day) and his a very consistent guy (ref. rock painting no. 367). he is sassy to the max and will tell you things exactly as he finds them. and he does NOT mess around when it comes to his dog.
cheol, most of all, is the ultimate dog dad -- just like holt. cheddar is to holt like kkuma is to cheol. he spoils his dog, and he is proud of it. he’s someone who caters to the learning style that each person needs: stricter but with jokes for jake (hoshi), encouraging for rosa (woozi), detailed with a binder and written formalities for amy (seungkwan), and with actions (ref. the croque monsieur) for charles (dk). he’s attentive, thoughful, and silly at heart.
det. amy santiago
seungkwan
“gross, rosa! those are our dads! i mean, that’s not what i think. captain dad is just my boss. never mind, i’m teaching father the math. whatever, rosa!”
super badass, but also a teacher’s pet, know it all, and scrapbooking expert. may come off as super uptight or a buzzkill, but genuinely cares about the other detectives on the squad. when you have hella big aspirations, it’s not that unreasonable to see why competitiveness, sharpness, and intellect are his best traits. under all of the work-oriented personality, there’s someone who is ambitious, thoughtful, clever, and protective of the people he loves. it’s hard to not be so uptight and to let loose (as opposed to some totally scheduled fun!), and don’t make fun of him if he sucks and is horrible at it. (title of his sex tape.)
seungkwan was my top choice, mainly because of his competitiveness with hoshi (jake) as svt’s most famous frenemy pair. there’s a lot of responsibility and workload that seungkwan carries and continues to put on his shoulders, which his members love and appreciate (just how the squad appreciates and acknowledges amy’s dedication to being a detective). things can get wild and crazy sometimes, which is why seungkwan just needs to recharge sometimes.
det. charles boyle
dokyeom
“i got this low tag performance polo with moisture wicking technology. kept me dry all morning. and a dry boy is a smart boy.”
if you’re looking for a supportive best friend who will always cheer you on, this is him. he’s a major foodie, he loves jake (hoshi), and his arch nemesis is sergeant peanut butter, who is a horse. he’s possessive and jealous almost as much as he is a superb friend, which is obvious by the way he instantly is suspicious of every other best friend jake (hoshi) can make in his life. (“don’t make any new best friends! haha… maybe you shouldn’t go…”) he gets jealous of many, like old beat cop partner stevie schillens, brian (?) from camp, and even cannibal jail cellmate caleb. also definitely dresses up as people from halloween that no one but him can understand. he is just someone that is the embodiment of living life according to his passions. very caring, thoughtful, and funny.
dk was a good choice for boyle for me since he is super clingy and also is a supportive friend. even if he knows it’s silly or mischievous, he will play along. dk is relatively less prone to disgusting and gross sexual innuendos than charles, but is still super excited to share his jokes and hobbies. has a lot of holiday cheer and his down to be friends even after being turned down.
det. rosa diaz
woozi
“plans are plans. i’m a badass, not an anarchist.”
mysterious, a little scary, but reasonable and thoughtful. rosa is a character that’s easy to stereotype, though also arguably one of the more complex characters in this show. hard working is an understatement, and even though he may not be the most outwardly affectionate at first glance, rosa is super thoughtful. work comes first, but through the many trials and tribulations that life throws, business remains separate from personal… except the friendships. rosa went through the academy with jake (hoshi), so they’re really close. as much as jake jokes around and everything, they still trust each other and work with each other really well. (“diaz has been chuckin’ d-holes into my mouth since the academy.”) on top of that, is a bicon (bi icon).
woozi was my go-to choice on this one. his demeaner seems a little intimidating (especially because of all his muscles now too!), but he means good. he gives off mysterious vibes, but he’s just figuring it out. now he is truly no-nonsense, and he makes sure others know this. he’s still down for the different personas and everything, but he lives his life by a strict set of rules. his neighbors think he’s emily goldfinch (woozi)… his coworkers think his name is rosa diaz (wooahae)… wait. what?
sgt. terry jeffords
mingyu
“terry loves yogurt.”
literally just a big softie that looks scary/big/muscular but is actually so babygirl. he’s so caring and loves the squad to death, always making sure that they have all the resources they need to survive. even when other captains come and go, terry is always there. terry loves yogurt, terry loves love, and terry loves foreign films. kind of has a rivalry with boyle (dk) for strange reasons instigated by boyle himself, but is supportive nonetheless. (“hey, people like the way i look.” “sure they do, big guy.) he’s actually very well-educated (studied abroad in japan), is a great dad, and is always down to help others work out the right way.
this was such an obvious choice for me (with the only other option being cheol). mingyu is an inherently kindhearted person like terry, but also knows how to draw boundaries. he is someone who is worried about the safety of the people around him because he’s a family man, but also someone who loves to get down as vacation terry. also talks in the third person, but it’s okay since he’s hot.
gina linetti
myungho
“aren’t you forgetting something?” [...] “no! pay your bill! damn, who raised you?”
the human form of the 100 emoji. would be the perfect human president, based upon his skillset, dance ability, and bloodlust. he is the paris of people. has been jake (hoshi)’s childhood friend and went through high school with him. cares enough to steer jake (hoshi) on the right track (ref. brandon bliss) but to also enable him in their own goofy shenanigans (the DDC + the lacroix siblings). super smart and well-versed in the people around him because only gina would suggest savant (vernon), the hacker, to become their new IT guy. iconic entrepreneur.
i know that hao is super humble, and gina says that being humble is her best trait. despite this, there is no one else who would love to not be involved with all this police nonsense (bc gina “does not listen to a lot of things you all [the detectives] say”) but also be relevant. she’s actually very street-smart, great at comebacks, and the ceo of her own company that she literally just made up.
dr. kevin cozner
wonwoo
“that’s the oompiest oomph you’ll get.”
prim, proper, and unhinged. he loves raymond (cheol) but most of all, allows love to prevail. works as a classics professor at a university, spends a sabbatical in france to enrich his teaching experience, and loves a good croque monsieur. would absolutely go off on jake (hoshi) if he gatekept a nicolas cage movie that's a period piece set in greece based on some dumb book. despite his no-nonsense attitude sometimes, he is still down to dress like a pervert to go to the library with jake (hoshi). also, super badass because he runs over seamus murphy with a car.
i was kind of going for wonwoo’s quieter but more serious and studious vibes. i think super knowledgeable, especially about gaming and editing, while kevin is knowledgeable about classics like boetheus and the odyssey. both are super smart, sassy, and protective people.
doug judy
jeonghan
“i sold a guy a fake pekinese. twas a cat.”
he’s in and he’s out! he is there for the vibes and the elaborate schemes. he will outsmart everyone in the NYPD and get away with it. (many, many times.) one of jake (hoshi)’s best criminal friends but would still betray him every time. he would definitely lie and tell his family that he owns an architecture firm instead of being the pontiac bandit, and jake (hoshi) is his assistant mangy carl, whom he saved from a life of living on the streets selling his body. goofy and silly, but don’t underestimate him. you’ll always be one step behind him.
i think jeonghan is definitely slick and goofy enough to be doug judy. above all else, jeonghan’s mind works harder than anyone else in mafia. just like how he immerses himself in different roles (and often makes them up) in don’t lie and bad clue, doug judy has transformed into many different roles in his life (cruise ship singer, architect, etc.)
capt. jason stentley (CJ)
jun
“okay muchachos, let’s roll up on these muchachos!”
great start, and love the double use of muchachos, jun. became a captain due to his extreme luck. he is just always in the right place at the right time. showed up to his first day in grey sweatpants because he “totally biffed it” and spilled hot cocoa on himself. introduced himself as ‘captain stentley’ but didn’t like how formal that sounded. ‘captain jason’ wasn’t it either, so CJ was the move. numbers are so crazy, and overall so, very supportive. he just wants to help.
i was just thinking of someone a little silly and laidback. will be strict if you ask him to, but he’s honestly more there for the vibes. he can be a little clumsy, but i was mainly just going for the slightly airheadedness vibes and the lovable nature.
det. adrian pimento
joshua
“whoo… haha… hey chuck! it’s pimento.”
just a little bit insane. it’s a side effect of being undercover for 12 years for jimmy “the butcher” figgis, but i digress. he sometimes still calls himself paul sneed due to being extremely traumatized. overall just a funny and great character. used to be boyle (dk)’s roommate and just found himself in his son’s closet at some point in time… got mistaken as a closet monster… just normal human things. (but he was also screaming with dk and his son.) has a very riveting, intense, and sexy relationship with rosa (woozi).
this one was a little more of a stretch, but only because pimento is actually insane. all the years of ptsd has made him into a very strange person. josh is a little strange, and maybe he could be pimento if pimento was watered down into a lacroix. (like, the flavor is barely there.) there’s a distinct slight insanity that josh has (ref. gose episode the8 and the 12 shadows) that is hard to replicate.
fire marshal boone
dino
“your only move is passing the ball to jeffords and running across the field.” “i’d like to see you try!”
so done with the entire police department. will always be down for a rivalry or argument but genuinely a softie. just generally suspicious of jake (hoshi) and charles (dk) due to their antics and strong adherence to the rivalry. demands an apology because this is the fire department’s jurisdiction! all of that comes crumbling down though, when jake (hoshi) reveals his sad past with sal’s pizza…. but he still competes with jake (hoshi) on arresting the criminal in the end. some things never change.
i was honestly looking for someone who would love nothing more than to call out hoshi and dk on their BS and tomfoolery without enabling it and thought of dino. boone is a pretty lovable character for someone who is supposed to be a villain of some sorts, and it fits in pretty well with dino. plus, he’s the head of the fire department, kind of like how dino had to choose being the maknae of svt versus being the leader of a younger group. (kind of.)
! vernon
okay i was genuinely very torn about who should be vernon, because i genuinely had a lot of different options.
corey park (savant)
hacked into a police precinct’s computer system just because he could. (he only exposed everyone’s search history.) “it was like taking candy from a baby.” he was turned in by his mom, but fortunately now has a job -- courtesy of gina (hao). very intelligent and laid back
i saw vernon here because he definitely has a mischievous side. while his pranks and jokes are on the mild side, he’s definitely still a troublemaker. he’s down to work for the greater good.
cheddar the dog
“this isn’t cheddar, this is just some common bitch.” a very special someone. definitely is seungcheol and wonwoo’s child. loves wedding cake and is very well-behaved. extremely intelligent and loves participating in halloween heists. does not like being jake (hoshi)’s dog bra ://
this was based on alice’s thread and was so funny. if cheddar were a human, vernon would be cheddar. the sass and intellect can only be matched by Thee hansol vernon chwe.
other fun character pairings that i thought of:
kkuma as cheddar the dog: two words -- so spoiled. also would be cheol (captain holt)’s baby. i digress.
jun & dino as young hitchcock and scully: just two people motivated by helping the city. kind-hearted and brave people, who may or may not have gotten addicted to wing sluts while checking in on a witness that their captain screwed over by not putting in the witness protection program. outstanding people who became a lot more interesting, to say the least….
josh as madeline wuntsch: strangely tense relations with holt (cheol) due to their rivalry, but overall an outstanding cop. ½ of svt’s evil twins so you know he’s down for some evilness. oh raymond, i notice you haven’t done your time as a beat cop…. (if josh is here, who’s guarding hades???) may be a cheuksin, a korean toilet ghost who--
jun as mlepclaynos (the clay is silent): opens the door, is questioned by detectives, takes the picture of the suspect. he’s from neokrakagovia and celebrates dogs losing their virginity. jun definitely would! less because he’s weird and more so because he’s so kind and willing to go with the flow that it just happens. later says he’s not mlepnos. did you sell him horse blood? would you like to buy horse blood? he plays the violin beautifully. “guitar.” (ref. some day morning)
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Last batch of fics.
Linked in this thread
SOMETHING MISSING : 3 Chapters; Em, JJ, Penelope. Emily rethinks her life as she remembers the children she helped.
PICTURES OF YOU : Em has always had a strained relationship with her mum.
SLIP AWAY : While 'recovering' from Doyle's attack, Emily finds that she is losing herself. And she welcomes it.
OBSESSED : Post Doyle. Derek tries to reconnect with Em
CAGED : Heavy angst. Ian holds Emily prisoner.
HALF THE WORLD AWAY : Filler for ep 200
FAILURE : ML alt. Sometimes everything just goes to shit.
WHO LET THE DOGS OUT : What if Em found Hankel's dogs?
PROTECTOR : The only things that keeps Emily sane is Declan.
VISITING HOURS : Dave visits Em in hospital - post ML
ECHOES : A case is too close to home for Emily - and even if she won't let herself see it, JJ does.
BRICK WALLS : Demonology epilogue.
5 TIMES EMILY THOUGHT SHE WOULD DIE ALONE + 1 TIME SHE DIDN'T : Lotsa angst
NOT ALIKE : The last person Emily wants to see after Colorado is her mom.
FATHER'S DAY : Dave isn't himself and Emily tries to find out why. CW; child loss.
WE SANG HIM A SONG : While helping Clyde on a case, Emily runs into a familiar face.
DON'T YOU KNOW IT'S GONNA BE ALRIGHT : When Emily finds out she's pregnant at 15, security chief Hotch tries to help
TRICKS OF THE TRADE : Aftermath of Em's abduction at Scratch's hands. PTSD. Rossi + Alvez.
THE GAME : Emily travels to interview a killer on death row.
I KNOW YOU TOO WELL : Aaron knows more about Emily than she thinks. Post ML.
MAKING A DIFFERENCE : Em begins her tenure as SC
IMAGE : Em's high school photo rears it's ugly head. cw; mention of drugs.
TRIAL BY ORDEAL : CM17 Em and Dave - focus on Em's trauma
POWER : After recovering from being shot, Penelope asks Em for help
MARCH 7TH : When the date rolls around the first time, Em can't cope. (depression, angst, grief) Hotch.
SENSE : When Em finds out Penelope bedded Tyler, she loses it. Em; Derek; Penelope.
37 MINUTES TOO LATE : AU from ep 7 Seconds. TW ref child abuse/child death. Em cannot process her anger when things go wrong.
KNOTS : Dave offers Em comfort after Colorado.
SPECTRE : After Bailey's death, Emily has nightmares
I'M MORTAL : JJ confronts Emily after her heroics in saving Will
HURTS : Derek feels guilty about the events in ML
FANGURL : Humour short: Derek and Em acting like kids.
ANISEED : An old Interpol case comes back to bite Emily. 5 chapters. cw: sexual violence ch3 and canon violence. Whole BAU team. Season 4/5
BREAK AWAY : Feeling unloved at home, 9 yr old Emily runs away
STILL I CLING : An alternative version of S7 'I had a bad day' scene.
GROUNDED : Two moments where Spencer is Emily's world
EYE FOR AN EYE : Doyle arc AU. Ian's revenge involves hurting her friends. . Whole BAU team involved. tw: kidnap
WRINGER : S7E03 Emily is back and trying her best to fit in again - but Derek has a little something to ruin her day.
MELODY : Dave discovers another of Emily's secrets. Cute fic.
SETTLED DUST : s13e07; Em tries to get through to Desi - but some things can't be changed.
PUTTING BACK THE PIECES : Em and Spencer talk following Maeve's death. cw; grief.
MATERIAL GIRL : Doyle arc. Em is alone and bleeding in the basement.
BABIES AND BRUISES : JJ and Em talk after the events in Minimal Loss
POUNDING : Em has the headache from Hell and needs some TLC
A LONG TIME TO HEAL : When Jack calls Emily out of the blue, she never could have dreamed how badly he and Aaron would need her help.
NEVER ENOUGH : 12yo Em tries to get er mother's love.
Forget-Me-Not : Teen Em's parents have forgotten her birthday. Hotch hasn't. Angst and fluffiness.
Layers Of A Lie ; 3 chapters. Em's death, rebuilding and recreation. Angsty, injuries. JJ, Doyle.
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I miss PMD so Reverse PMD AU where Emmet and Akari get transported from the PMD world to Hisui with their memories in tact.
I have a ref for Akari but its not done yet so here's Emmet! He looks a bit different cause Absol but I realized halfway while making it that he looked like a bit like a Hisuian Zoroark which is funny to me cause Akari Is (technically was at the moment) a Hisuian Zoroark.
Absol Subway works like the Gear Station, it's both an actual station (Traveling to Everywhere on the map) and a battle challenge. Akari has tried three times with her partner to beat Ingo and Emmet and failed those three times, she was preparing for a 4th run when they got transported.
Emmet's doing...pretty badly, while he's managed his danger sense since he was young, the situation Hisui is in is universe-destroying + the general unfamiliarity with his surroundings and his own body and the sensory overload means he hasn't been doing well. He's trying to keep it together but man does he want to scream into the void.
Base-Pla Ingo still exists here so Emmet is seeing an alternate universe human amnesiac version of his brother run around and its painful for both sides since Emmet misses his brother but also Emmet looks so much like PLA!Ingo's version of his brother and its a whole mess. PMD!Emmet is going to get this man back to his brother though, he'll make sure of it.
On a lighter note, Emmet can flip an Alpha Snorlax, it takes him a bit but he is still...a high ranking fighter who very few people could beat who knew Close Combat. Even with the learning curve Emmet very much has the ability to go against alphas if he needs/wants to. Akari is trying her best but she was mainly a special attacker so this isn't as natural to her.
On that uh, Akari and Emmet are found by the Galaxy people so they do Survey Corp Stuff, they can still talk to Pokemon since well..they were Pokemon so they just have this whole section of pokemon requests and what not. When it comes to capturing and surveying usually they ask very nicely and release anyone who doesn't want to stay for long. Coupled with the saving the world business and quelling the nobles they have pretty good reputation with wild pokemon. Even the ones that get released by them usually help them do things like forage for food or train. Good times.
The Galaxy Team however are Very Suspicious of them for Various Reasons (Emmet generally seeming like he isn't used to being human, catching them talking to pokemon, usual space time rift stuff, etc.) and those relations are Not Going Well. The clans however actually trust them a bit more than in the base game though, since they've noticed that wild pokemon, even the alphas, tend to be friendlier to them.
I mentioned Akari is a Hisuian Zoroark which has all the implications of what that means, to an extent. So Akari is was human a human who got PMD-ed and saved the world but three years after that got transported to Hisui. Akari did Die, she was thrown into the PMD dimension as a Hisuian Zorua and then evolved during those three years. Akari actually has rather healthy levels of malice for her species though and is able to utilize them in a Productive way. Her partner is a Lampent named Simon (She/they) and they are part of Team Lanturn! She is also friends with Giratina, they have lunch together every two weeks.
I'm not super familiar with the continents cause I haven't finished Super yet so I'm disregarding them for this. I did however decide to give them mega stones and mega rings instead of the looplets or seeds you see in Super and DX for mega evolution though, just cause I liked it better.
I think Mega Absol is a particularly tricky mega evolution because I think mega evolving would heighten Absol's danger senses as well as all it's other senses, and tends to cause a sort of mix of a panic attack and sensory overload. So it requires a really a very strong bond for it to stay together. And Emmet and Ingo are able to stay mega evolved together for a pretty long time, so its very much a testament to their bond.
#submas#pmd#subway bosses#subway boss emmet#pokemon mystery dungeon#pokemon#pkmn#pokemon emmet#pokemon legends arceus#pkmn au#pokemon legends areceus#pokemon au
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Been thinking bout jrwi all day it’s finally time to watch ep 104. liveblog under the cut!!
So I actually watched the intro (well Bizly’s song of the intro) at 5 am and it’s been stuck in my head ever since! Good song, really wish it was on other platforms to listen to :(
(I can’t believe I’ve “caught up” so fast) ((I’ve been binge watching episodes instead of sleeping so oops!))
Ooo Grizz got white/silver hair :o it looks so nice!!
Haha! Corruption! That sounds so good haha!! Land is going to be worse I feel but ok guys
FUCK THE FUCKING COMPASS. Chip please get rid of it please mannnnn
CORRUPTION SCORE?!? Fuck. Haha that’s a great mechanic! Terrified to see how it works out. Haha how the fuck do you get rid of your corruption points. Grizzly what the fuck /pos this is terrifying and for good reason
(I love getting ads for one piece during this campaign (I haven’t watched one piece))
God they’re all gonna die man I’m so worried godddddd
Ayo Chip calm down man jeez- QUEEN LMAOOOOO
Jay don’t fucking DRINK THE BLACK SEA.
Broken heart island :o OOOO THE TREE :o save the treeeeeee. This is the tree May Ferin draws her power from no?? Save it guys you got this- Oh shit this island is HUGE huge. Ok then
Oh I feel like burning (the tree branches in the way) will go so poorly oh god oh no. Oh… never mind then??
Alphonse ship :) hope they make him a new body that’s not a ship so he can do the things he wants too-
Yeah I think it’s an illusion maybe?? Oh it’s. Not wtf is it the hell. “We should pull up?- we should pull up” yea gillion pull up
LMAO CONTESTED DEX ROLLS AND GILLION WON??? Rip chip
Aw village :( god it would suck if they go by Gryffon (Gryffin? Gryffen??)’s home town :(
“Chip! while the tree is distracted!!” Gillion never change <3
God damn it. “Our specialty: subtle” please. You’re not being subtle and you knew that but god y’all gonna die.
Fyck here they come- “hostile mobs inbound” they’re not gonna be friendly. There’s no way there’s anyone in sane mind around here man. LMAO THEY THREW A ROCK AT HIM AHDJDHSK
Minor illusion to make sounds behind them as they go by that would be kinda smart methinks maybe but! They’re also. Out of magic almost so maybe not hm-
Yeah it’s not safer on land at fucking all man Jesus- Gillion don’t fucking go on land alone I swear to god
They need to rest so fucking badly man shitttt this is so fuckeddddd this is not gonna go welllll aaaaaaaaaa
Nightmare nightmare nightmare nightmare /ref
Man I wonder what this place looked like before the Black Sea :( it must’ve been so pretty
Ichor webs! Haha!! Not dangerous or foreboding at all
(In the tone of “the claw from Toy Story”) The Treeeee…
Aw Gryffon :( mannnn i love weeping willows I love pink cherry trees this is such a good tree I agree gillion go save it
The thumbnail is sick btw I don’t think I mentioned that, amazing colors.. I wanna eat the art /pos
God please do Not Split Up for the love of god… STOP FIGHTING YOURE GONNA ATTRACT THE BADDIES OH MH GODDD..:. Aaaaaaaaa DONT SPLIT UPPPP FUCKKK EVERYONE GO TOGETHERRRR the old men on the ship are gonna die :(
“Leave no tres” that’s amazinf holy shit “leave no cinco” is also good
“Do you guys think the tree has chicken??” ????? Chip??????
YEA JAYS THINKING ABOUT THE NOISE THING YEAAAAA the noise attracts them?? I hope. I fuckin hope. Zombie game in the pirate campaign
Hahaaa uh ohhhh… uhh ohhhhh (the uh ohs from tattletail when they get low battery) uhhh. Oooohhhhh…
CONSTRUCT??? A GOOD LIVING THING?? SOMETHING GOOD. OMG IRON GOLEM LIKE MINECRAF.
Just realizing this episode is filmed after Genloss cause of the painting in the back of Charlie’s room. Damn- IS THAG A PRETZEL PLUSHIE IN CONDIS ROOM??
MINECRAF GOLEM YEAAAA HEHEHE… oh chip wtf man :( he didn’t ask for his home to be corrupted :( thisbis a friend I’ve decided I want to keep him
Oh. A rose :D he’s such minecraf moment he’s asking to be friends- aw :( rose died. MARBLE!!! THATS A FRIEND I LOVE THEMMMM
I’ve decided I would die for Marble <3
Oh shit. The black rose!! AAAA GUYS STOP OVER THE FUCKIN TREE. Oh. Black rose pirates. Black Sea. Uhmmmm. Uhmmmmmmmmmmm there’s a connection here I’m missing besides the tragedy of The Hole in the Sea but. Somethings wrongggg mannnn
Mhm totally different gillion totally not the same.
Chip :( aw nooooo :( the memory aaggagshhaaaaa OHHHH HE WAS THERE AS A KID IM SO NORMALLL
Midroll baybeeeee honey time lesgo (Bizly stop ripping your pants)
ISNT IT THE SAME TREE? Was I wrong. WHAT. Ohh it’s in all port isn’t it . Shit
STOPPP RUNNING THROUGH THE PLACE PLEASE
marble :D
STOP RUNNINGGG… bean shape… creechur
KENKU SAVE THEMMMM OHHHG THATS A FRIEND. I too got the impression they were ignoring the party but if it does notice them. I’ll cry
Kenku friend :( save themmmm YEAAA SAVE BIRD
NOOOO WTF A TURTLE FRIEND NEEDS TO SAVE FHEM NOW TOO FUCKKK
Uh oh. Beetle guy uh oh. OH IT HAS A CUTE VOICE. Oh nos
“That’s mine.” “… Nuh uh-“ *gets flattened by hammer*
NOT A DEX SAVE FUCK- oh thank god good job gillion
Man them yawning makes me yawn wtf.
GILLIONNNNNN DONT SAY THATTTT SHHHH
Hollow knight boss lookin ass mf /pos
Kenku friend :D also grizz lookin majestic while beating the shit outta the team
Oh. My god. “You win! Im sorry” im. This is going bad
“Im on team you can just walk out, you can leave” I love jay so much
“Queen, play despacido” i hate it here- Bruno mars canon in mana??
Tortle friend and Kenku friend :D
… oh fuck. OH FUCK WHY DOES IT MOVE SO FAST
80 POINTS ?!?!!! Oh thank god. Fuck man that would’ve been insane
JAY NOO DONT CAGE THE BIRD >:( GET HER OUT THE NET
Jay is so me “I don’t wanna be dealing with this guy right now” yea me too man
Of course he gets two natural 1s in a row rip Charlie slimecicle
“EYE POWER ACTIVATE” CONDI LMAOOOOO AHSHDIDHS
THE FUCKING MIRROR HELPPPPPPPPPP HAHAHAAAA JAY NOOO
Put the big bug guy in the mirror :) catch like a Pokémon NOOOO JAYYYY . Well. Chip please get her she’s in the mirror helpp
Gillion is the Lorax moment.
GILLION NOOOOO FUCKK AWHWHDISBA FISH BOY. A FAIL ON A DEATBSAVE TOO FAURKSHAAHA this is so fine. This is soooo fine haha. This is so fineeee. Grizz realizing how bad this is,, is me right now it’s so fine thoughhhh
GILLON. Fuck that tree mannnn. CHIP GRAB THE FUCKING MIRROR. CHIP. YOU FUCKINGGNGGHDJDHSIHA HOWWWW THIS IS SO FUCKED UPOPP AAAAA IM SO SCAREDDD
GRYFFON GOOOOOOOOOO GET THEY ASS COME ONNNNNNNNN GET THEMM.
In. Frared? Infrawered?? GRIZZLY you good?
Gryffon beat they ass mannn aahdjdhdoaua
CHIP. Thank god. “YOU ALL SMELL LIKE GOOD VESSELS” ?!?!??!? HELLOOOOOO
Gillionnnnnaaaaa my boy :( my fish mannnn also GET JAY PLEASE? Didn’t chip grab the fucking mirror why hasn’t he freed her
…. Treeeeeeeeeeeeeee ….
CHIP YOURE FONNA LEAVE YOUR CREW??? . Gillion. God. Damn it gillion. Aw Kenku :( Kenku friend trying to help Gill :( that’s a friend
Gillion. Pleaseeeeeeeeee fucking hell man. He’s dead AGAINNNNNNN
AWWWW BIRD BIRD TRYINF TO PROTECT GILLION NOOOOOOO BIRD BIRD :( THATS A FRIENDDDD PROTECT HER
“Do we really wanna risk our lives over this random bird?!?” “YES!!!” YEA GILLIONNNNN GET HER >:( JAYGET HER OR ILL FUCKIFN YELL >:(
NIOOOOO BIRD BIRDDDFD LET HER GO YOU BASTARD
PLEASEEEEEEE BIRD BIRD :( I’m so sad
GILLIONNNN AAAGSJDHDSHDJSHS IM SO SCAREDDDD IM SO FUCKIFNHFDISHSKA
Let her out >:( Charlie is so distraught over bird bird me too mannnn
GILLION. Grow big and make bird bird big :D BREAK BIRD BIRD OUR THE CAGE LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOO that’s a friend :D
Uh. Ohhggg… uh ohhhhh (tattletail uh ohs again)
Uh oh he’s not sleepy anymore. Uh oh. Im so fucking scared
Bird bird better not fuckinf die I love her so much
Corruption. Point. Uh oh.
noc? Knock? Kenku friend :D
NOOOOOOOOOOO BIRD BIRD IM GONNA CRY LET HER BE OKAY
Size coin… come on it better go well. LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOO
This is some power ranger like mecha battle shit power up thing idk how to explain it. (Gillion growing giant and fighting this bitch)
(It’s almost 1 am I’ve been awake too long but I need to finish this episode)
Murder bug guy :D riptide pirates the crew that gets into everyone else’s shit
Uh oh. Gillion goes down again I’m gonna. Lose my mind. Oh my god they’re gonna attract so much trouble with the noise when they fall fucking hell
I totally missed jay leaving the mirror btw she’s 60 ft away but like where??? How???
YEAAA JAY AND GRYFFON SHOOT TO KILL. MURDERRRRR
INFAWRARD LAZER BEAM CANON!!!!!!
You. Tortle. MURDERRR HDJXHSJS HAHAHA GOOD JOB CHIP. NOOOO I KNEW ITTTT THEY WERE ATTRACTING ATTENTION FUCK
“Im gonna start drinking” me fucking too gillion damn.
Good episode, fishman is still down im worried, he went down three times Jesus fuck, also! I knew they were gonna attract attention from zombie ichor guys… debating on watching ep 105 as well before sleeping but we’ll see :)
#jrwi#jrwi riptide#jrwi liveblog#yippee#jrwi jay ferin#jrwi gillion#jrwi jay#jrwi chip#jrwi show#jrwilb
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idk if you have any ocs but. free space if you do tell us about them go
Okay so I have a lot of OCs mainly because one of my prime hobbies is making D&D character sheets for characters I'm never gonna play + I used to (sometimes still do but not as often) imagine stories in my head to get myself to sleep. But I'm gonna stay on the most recent characters and universes so I can stay coherent. Anyway :
First D&D characters :
Hawthorn - Half-elf, Light Cleric 11/Revenge Paladin 3, he's a vampire hunter who's been cursed by a vampire who bit his tongue when he was young, which made it black and sickly. For this reason, a nickname he got is 'Black Tongue'. He's absolutely, brutally angry towards any vampire he crosses, and will try to kill them at any cost. Terrifyingly powerful, he can do like, 130 damage per turn in optimal conditions (without using spell slots every turn).
His personal arc would be to go against a Dark Lord vampire, Strahd-style, only to be revealed that the lord is a Scourge, a lich type from Pointy Hat that resurrects into the body of their most hated enemy whenever they die. After killing it once, it'd come back to life by using their mentor/friend/etc., and would have to try to kill the vampire once and for all, knowing he's the next on the list if he fails.
Phull - Half-orc/Hexblood, Archfey Warlock 3. He's an orc who was kidnapped by a hag in his early childhood, and raised to become a hag, but he escaped eventually and found his way to the Court of Summer, where a kind fey found him and kept him under their wing, and where he lived for most of his teenage years. He then entered a contract with Titania, archfey of the Court of Summer, in exchange for service (and also top surgery). He then went on to travel the world. He's not really accepted by either orcs or hags, because he's visibly too much hag or not enough, and people don't like either of those too much in general, so even if he tries to be nice and agreeable, he often gets the blame if something goes badly. He tries to stay optimistic, though. (Huge trans vibes, yeah)
Raphael d'Argazzo - Human, Swashbuckler Rogue 3. Your stereotypical prettyboy mercenary/duelist, he comes from a relatively minor noble family, so he's a baronet, but that's one of those titles you can just buy if you're well-off, like his grandparents were. He's one of many siblings and cousins, and while things are going well with his family, it's clear he's not the one they brag about or stuff, just... a good kid, who spreads their name sometimes when does cool stuff, but nothing more.
His arc would involve him in the underworld to find a too-soon dead lover of his (and he had many, so that's saying something). To gain access and stay in the underworld, however, he'd need to pay a price, a price made of his memories. He'd be given a deck of cards, and each card would be a part of his memories (friends, lovers, family, glories, losses, etc.). A twist would be that he already had given up the memory of his love's death, but that also removed all his memories of her. The whole theme would be "you have to remember your mistakes. It will hurt, it won't be worth it, it will feel horrible, for the rest of your life, but that's the only way you'll be able to go forward".
Next is Kasneon the Great (Kas for short), statistically Brass Dragonborn, Draconic sorcerer 5, but in reality, he's a very young (120) Brass dragon (he kinda looks like tiny Rak from Tower of God, if you got the ref). He's very full of himself, as most dragons are, but it's very funny cause his physique does not match that heightened view at all. He also curses a lot (except when his mom's listening), so when someone finds him cute, he answers "I'm 120, motherfucker!"
Achleïs, human, Shadow Sorcerer 3. One of, if not the most wet cat sad backstory characters I've made. He comes from a bloodline cursed by an evil goddess who has to give up their firstborn to her, and it happened to be him :D Since he was like 7, he was forced out of his home and left to fend for himself, under the ever watchful eye of the goddess. He's extremely frail and weak, with dark eyebags, because of constant malnourishment and sleeping in the cold (literally 8 in both Strength and Constitution). He's a very good spellcaster, however, and can scare the shit out of most normal people (a good example would be using shadow sorcerer Darkness (which he can see through), Deafness then Inflict Wounds from a distance with Distant spell).
I also have something that is more a persistent idea than finished OCs, but I have a cast of characters that are all black activist figures :
It would consist of a Bard of Eloquence (for the obvious MLK parallel), an Oath of Justice (custom subclass) paladin (for the people in frontlines in protest and direct action), an Celestial Warlock grandma, who uses her faith to conjure miracles (because I fucking love gospel music and a singing grandma conjuring an angel is fucking dope), and finally, the only one that has a name and an arc is Aaron, a Rogue-or-Fighter/Sorcerer, with fire magic, who beats up cops and brings his friends out of jail, and over the course of the story learns to be more 'heroic' (he helps out, protect people he doesn't know, and learn that beating up cops is cool but also community building and communal action is necessary).
That's all my recent D&D characters, the next characters are from a comic I wanna make called Harpy Story, a fantasy coming-of-age story at the edge between a magical forest and a village. I want the supernatural elements in there to be a bit about queerness but mainly about disability-
Evne, the protagonist, is a half-harpy, cast off from his people at a young age and left to die in the forest. He's rescued and adopted by a hag (the hag mother), and he lives under her wing all of his childhood. He has big wings (like, they go down to his feet) that he uses to fly- He's very nimble, energetic and gets attached quickly, but also prone to be judgemental or hold grudges.
Isaac, a human in the village nearby, is his love interest, and is the son of a priest that deals with the forest's supernatural inhabitants. Most people think that means chasing or banishing, but he simply talks with them and makes deals to keep his village safe. When Isaac gets older however, something happens (that I don't wanna get into detail because maybe some time I'll pull myself together and draw this).
I also have a custom D&D setting and a realistic world that I'm worldbuilding currently, but they're still pretty new and disparate, so I won't post them in there (maybe in another post, who knows).
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Through The Fire And The Flames
Characters: (Coasty SMP) Dean King, Retalon
Warnings: Death, injury
Notes: I hope you die in a fire/silly, ref
Fuzzy. That's what the butchers mind felt like as he began to force himself off of the ground, smoke clouded his vision and stung at his eyes, every breath he drew was enough to set his lungs on fire, much like his surroundings. The bastards got the drop on him, how? Fuck if he knew, he had more important things to worry about now.
One of them being his escape, another one being how long he had left before the quickly rising flames consumed his being. Once getting to his feet, he realized just how weak his body truly felt at that moment. His mind couldn't keep up, he wasn't used to being out of it like this- it wasn't right. No, this was wrong.
Breathe slow. The mask should help with the smoke.
How are we getting out of here?
The other quickly went silent at that, mulling in thought as it scanned the same bright orange mist that King was. His eyes fixated on the windows, which were already completely engulfed in the overpowering flames. Even without that, however, they were still boarded up. Whether it had been like that as a result of whoever put him in here doing their best to trap him, or if it were the past residents keeping something out, he didn't know.
Without the ability to think straight, Dean had failed to recognize how close some of the wisps of fire had gotten to his idle body. Starting with his gloved hands, he could feel a small twinge- and then a roaring pain, forcing a gutteral scream of pain from his vocals. Pain was certainly enough to get him thinking straight once more.
The back.
Quickly turning around, Dean stared at what would've been a possible exit route- if it hadn't been for the roof above collapsing down, nearly as soon as he looked back. Of course, just his goddamn luck. When that went out, there was another possible route.. the front.
As his attention turned to it, he could suddenly hear laughter on the other side of the, now shut, front door. Too close, they were listening in to try and hear him die. That single thought alone was enough to send a very warm, familiar feeling through his mind. Something that burned hotter than the fire around him, making hell look chilly.
The laughter died down as booming footsteps suddenly approached it, and the hunters now realized that he wasn't dead. They went quiet, the two who had stood the closest now pressing their weight against the door as the others backed away with fear, or, anticipation.
A new force now slammed against the door from the inside, it wasn't clear if it was a dying man's last ditch effort to escape, or a devil breaking free with malice. Well, it was clear, but no one wanted to truly admit it. Even as the slamming grew harder, making the two men jolt with each hit, they couldn't admit how badly they'd fucked up.
On Dean's side, his entire weight had been smashing against the wooden frame, twisting the doorknob and pressing hard. He could feel flames nipping at his exposed skin, before travelling along his sleeves and body, dancing along his stocky form as he continued.
A mixture of newfound and unwelcome pain, along with a burning hatred, was enough to give the butcher the final push he needed. He stepped away from the door, lifted his leg up, and kicked into the door, right next to the knob. That had been the last push he needed to break through, the door swinging wide open and hitting the wall.
The two men who once held the door shut now laid on the grass behind them, staring up to look at the butcher in his purest form. Blood seeped down from his head and painted the side of his masked face, and fire ran along him as he stood there, unfazed. There had always been rumor of the masked butcher being something from Hell itself, spit out from the flames to bring pain and suffering, but it seemed to be more believable than it ever had in the past.
He stepped out of the house, fresh air freeing his lungs like a key to a prison cell as he continued to walk towards the group, who now stood with their weapons drawn. He counted 4, including the two who were scattering to their feet, yet still had taken out their blades. It made no difference to him at the end of the day, they simply gave him a weapon.
There seemed to be no sign of him slowing down, continuing his march of death towards the group until one had gathered the courage to step forward and swing with his sword. A stupid mistake, and one that quickly proved to be fatal, as Dean stepped in close with his arm up to protect his face. The hilt of the sword hit his arm, and his other reached out and grabbed onto the handle, wrapping over the hunters hand.
With his elbow pointing directly at his throat, he jabbed. The sudden blow forced the sword out of his hand, and onto his throat, which seemed to close up at the attack. As he stepped back, it turned into his last, as his own weapon pierced his abdomen and twisted, before promptly being ripped back out. A quick kick to his now torn open stomach put him on the ground, unable to move.
3 more.
On it.
Dean didn't bother to sit there and wait for the next attack, he went on the offense. The second man who still seemed to be gathering himself now realized he was being stared at, before he was able to even raise his blade up to protect himself from the incoming attack, it had already cut across his chest. The pain made him flinch, and shut his eyes for a brief moment- only for them to snap open as the sword came back around to dig into his neck, chopping downwards into his heads foundation.
Of course, the other two didn't just sit there and watch him die. They attacked, seeing as the killers weapon was stuck in their friends neck, it seemed a good a time as any to try to take him down. But there was never a good time to take down the butcher, only the illusion of one. So, when they stepped close, the one closest to him caught his shoulder ramming into their chest.
The force made them take a quick step back, which was all it took for his hands to reach the only other man's throat. But he didn't choke him, no, his hand turned almost into a birds claw, wrapping around the middle. His nails dug in first, before he put all of his strength into squeezing. It wasn't long before he had, quite literally, ripped into the hunters throat. Leaving him sputtering on his own blood as he collapsed, dying.
If Dean had believed they ever had a chance to get back up, he wouldn't have left them alive. Now there was only one left to dispose of, and as Dean's eyes met his, he could practically smell the concoction of fear and desperation as their gazes locked. If he hadn't been wearing his mask, the other would be able to see a large grin that had spread across his face.
There was silence, apart from the sounds of men dying and grovelling at the butchers feet, and it crushed on the last survivor. He tried to take a step back to begin a sprint away from the scene, but he couldn't, the killer had already grabbed a hold of his shirt and now pulled him in close. Dean reeked of death, and it struck the hunters nostrils like a shovel.
Luckily enough for him, he wouldn't have to smell anything for much longer. Gloved hands now wrapped around his neck, and squeezed tight, beginning to choke the life out of him. He tried what everyone always did, desperately smacking and punching as Dean leaned in closer, and closer. But his grip didn't let up, in fact, it only grew stronger at resistance. While leaning in close, Dean began to whisper at a barely coherent level, but it was the last thing the man heard before lack of oxygen left him unconscious.
"You warn the rest of them. I'm coming."
When the man went limp, Dean dropped him to the floor, only to pick up one of their fallen swords and stab it through his chest- pinning his body to the ground. He would've loved to sit there, admiring his work, but he needed to get out of there. If they had found him, who else could?
With that, he left, walking off into the night for the bodies to be found by whichever poor son of a bitch decided to go looking for the group of hunters who decided that they were tough enough to take on the butcher. It wasn't his problem anymore, they could be eaten by wolves for all he cared.
He just didn't know where to go next.
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Instinct |10|
Summary: An unwelcome(ish) blast from the Captain’s trainee days comes back to the Scouting Regiment and old habits die hard.Levi X Reader
Warnings: Smut
Words:3174
If you want to be tagged for the series let me know
.Happy Reading
Instinct: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 |
tags: @pjimochi @spideyboiiii @beautifulimperfections13 @halparkebitch.
@nefelimalfoy This fic is dedicated to you
“We need to tell Levi what’s going on” You pushed to Hanje in a private conversation.
“Things are going south pretty quickly this end, I can see us all being arrested soon. He needs more back up, they’ll be heading for Zeke soon enough”
“He has 30 odd men with him” Hanje countered.
“Yeah, all who don’t know the shit storm the Yaegerists are forming right now. And wouldn’t you rather have me there waiting to help when they show up for Zeke?”
“Mmm it would have its benefits, but are you sure you’re not…”
Everyone in the room turned towards the door, reacting to a large intruding bang from somewhere else in the restaurant. Eyes wide you and Hanje turned to one another.
“Go! The window!” Hanje directed. Responding with a quick nod you went against the flow of people who were rushing out the door towards the noise.
Your feet landed firm on the gritty floor, immediately on alert, scanning your surroundings. You could hear voices from the front
“No one is allowed to leave” you heard a voice order
Shit
You needed a horse. You crept with caution round the back of the building to the horse station. Peering on to the steeds available, there was plenty.
Now to work in stealth.
You waited until the last person turned and walked away from your direction. Your heart thumped in your chest, your stomach twisted in knots. You went for it, your hand shaking as you hurriedly untied the reigns from a wooden post.
“Oi!” One guy shouted as he turned.
You kicked an urgent “Go” with your feet against the horse. He kicked off, disturbing the other horses with a loud neigh. You were gone. You daren’t look back. You couldn’t hear any horses after you. You swallowed hard before actually looking back. A smile loaded with relief half creeping across your face when you were in the clear.
//
You stopped over at a safe house, it would remain safe for a while as only you, Levi, Hanje and Armin knew about the location.
Dust coated almost everything, the tables, the chairs surrounding it, the bookcase wiltering in the corner. You rushed to the storage room, praying your detour would be worthwhile.
Bingo
The small cupboard contained five sets of ODM gear, gas and blade refills.
Perfect
With all straps and buckles secure you were ready to make the 8 hour journey to Levi. You could have rested for longer, the supplies where there but in all honesty looking at the tea available only made you more determined to reach him. Your heart pined, crying out for its other half.
//
The final hour of travelling had been tortuous, your horse was exhausted and was walking at a slow pace, the moon was rising providing what little light it could, your thighs were tight and had lost all their strength. With no cape the cold had sunk underneath your skin, goose bumps ravaged your skin. The tall dark obelisks of trees were approaching. The orange hue of lamps were just mere small circles of light.
When approaching the first ring of trees, the tiny figures in the first few trees stood to alert. Dropping down to face you.
“Captain” They both saluted.
“At ease guys, everything okay here?” You didn’t realise how badly you needed to hear the words yes until the query past your lips.
“Yes M’aam, all is well” You felt your shoulders drop, and breathed a breath you didn’t realise you were holding.
“Would you like us to escort you to the Captain?”
“Stay at your posts gentlemen, I’ll find my way” With a quick nod from both of them they both propelled into the air back to their respective perches.
Emerging through the thickness of the trees, there was a fire lit in between two shadowy figures, the light reflecting off a circular rim of a pair of glasses, Zeke. Leaving you to deduce the remaining shadowy figure to be Levi, who you know full well would not be leaving Zeke out of his sight. Your pulse quickened, an unprofessionally bright grin creeped across your face. A slight pang of guilt hit you; enjoying the thought of seeing Levi in such dire and tense times, the reaction was completely involuntary. Both eyes started tracking you as you pulled your horse to a stop. Hopping down and tying him to a tree. Levi’s silhouette rising immediately.
“You! Watch him! Shoot the bastard if he’s out of line” His voice ordered, before making his way over to you. His eyebrows were raised, eyes that were screaming of the need to rush over and embrace you. He didn’t and the disappointment showed.
“What are you..? Wait don’t tell me, let’s get you rested, anything else can wait”
He led you past Zeke, who you hardly acknowledged, picked up a lantern and led you to his tent.
He gently set down the lamp on a wooden stool and he was on you quick enough to knock the breath out of you, hard enough he needed to support your back. You relaxed into each other, the feverish kiss saying a thousand words of longing and need. Your body igniting under his touch, and by the tension in his breathing he was weak to the same effects. Your body was fighting an indecipherable battle of lust and exhaustion. He pulled away first, begrudgingly to both of you.
“You need rest” he panted, your foreheads pressed together unable to part.
“I really do” You chuckled lightly feeling your legs begin to shake.
“God I missed you baby” he confessed grabbing your hand in his, rubbing his thumb over the top of yours.
“I missed you too”
“Get some rest we’ll talk in the morning”
“You’re not coming to bed with me?” you said, a little disappointment creeping in to your mood.
“There’s only a four hour shift a day I don’t watch that shit and you’ll be long asleep” The tone of his words mirrored your disappointment.
“Okay” You sighed, pulling your shirt and trousers off and rolling into bed.
“Promise you’ll hold me when you do come?”
“Promise”
//
The air around your face was brisk, you pulled up the sleeping bag to block any gaps, hindering the air reaching your cosy body.
“Oi” Levi whispered,
“I’m trying to get in”
You sighed, reluctant in the releasing of the sleeping bag.
“You got me and my warmth for four hours” he placed a kiss on your neck before nuzzling into you, fitting together like two puzzle pieces. A few minutes of quiet contentment passed before you turned in his arms to face him.
“Tell me again how much you missed me”
“Why?” even in the dark you could sense his frown.
“I like hearing you being in touch with your feelings”
“I don’t”
“Please…” You kissed him, lasting a few more seconds….
“No”
You kissed him again, even longer this time with your hands creeping to his waist.
“No” he said again, but with less determination.
“Levi” you whined, seduction laced in your tone. Hands creeping further down under his waistband
“You’re the fucking worst, you know that!”
“But I’m yours”
“Fucking right you are”
You let out a mischievous giggle as Levi burst into action pulling you on top of him.
“Why don’t you show me how mine you are”
“Sure you can handle it?”
“Always” he replied with confidence. You grappled for his hands, pinning them above his head nudging his head to the side. You buried your face into his neck, his natural musky scent filling you with a sense of home. Starting with a gentle nip at his earlobe you etched kisses down his torso each lasting longer than the last, you stopped where his v-line disappeared underneath his boxers. You frowned, Levi getting the hint shifted out of them.
“Better”
Your kisses started again where they left off, the anticipation of your mouth around him had him shifting beneath you.
You ran your tongue along his shaft, eyes never leaving his. That is until your tongue took to circling around the head. Then he rolled his head back into the pillow with a frustrated groan.
“I thought you could handle it?” You teased
“I lied, it’s been too long. I just need you”
“Well you can wait”
“Fuck” he whispered in a subdued tantrum kind of way.
You teased him until every lick, every circle had him squirming.
“Enough! Jesus please Y/N”
Satisfied with the level of desperation in his voice you finally took him in your mouth. His hand quickly grabbed at your hair; attempting to ascertain some form of control. You did not give it. Your mouth continued in slow strokes, earning moans that were growing more and more breathless by the minute.
“Fuck! Y/N!” Levi panted.
Both his hands gripped tight, one in your hair, one in the sheets, his knuckles growing pale.
You stopped, Levi sighed.
“Do I get you now?”
You rushed yourself out of your underwear
“Anyway you want” You per missed on top of him, nails skimming his chest. He sat up and rolled you underneath him. His hand dipped, gliding through your need for him, Levi almost purred.
“Roll over, ass up” he cooed into your ear.
“This, I’ll happily profess I missed” he said proudly gripping your ass tightly.
Your head rested on your arms on the pillow with as instructed your ass up. He ran himself through you, before pressing into you. You both moaned, such relief of feeling him again after so long.
“You feel sooo fucking perfect” With that he started with harsh thrusts. Neither of you were going to last long.
His hands were tight on your hips, his nails pinched at your skin. Your cries were thankfully muffled into the pillow, each thrust tightening the knot at the bottom of your stomach. All you wanted was release.
“Don’t you stop” You warned, the cusp fast approaching for you to dive off.
Everything stilled, your hand jutted out grasping for Levi’s thigh in a desperate attempt to try and diffuse the orgasm ravaging your senses. He carried on thrusting through, sending more and more quivers through your body until he was done and collapsed off you. He tugged at your hand, following the pull you laid on his chest. Both of you perspiring messes.
“I love you so much princess” He breathed, planting a kiss on the top of your head.
“More than you love tea?”
“Pushing it” he chuckled
“I love you too” you added in a doze. Your body was quickly becoming heavy and you were pulled into your slumber.
//
The morning air was cold, so was the empty space beside you. You stretched fully, preparing your muscles for movement. You slipped into your uniform and went to find Levi. You already felt bad for not passing on information already. As expected he was sat glaring poison daggers into Zeke. On seeing you approach, he stood from his box serving as a chair, beckoned another soldier to take watch. You walked out of ear shot from Zeke and everyone else.
“Okay talk to me”
You filled him in, the Yaegerists taking over the government, the assassination, the escape of Eren, the impending imprisonment of the loyal soldiers and survey corps.
“We need everyone on high alert high here! The theory is Yelena and Zeke are working through Eren and will inevitably come to unite them. We cannot let that happen!”
“Agreed” In the corner of your eye you both saw sudden movement.
“Captain…S!”
Zeke had bolted.
You looked at each other before immediately breaking into a run after him.
“This is goodbye Captain!” Zeke shouted off in the distance.
“YYEEEAAAAHHH!” Zeke screamed.
The pair of you stopped dead in your tracks. The men around you erupting, it was horrifying. Their bodies twisting in unnatural angles before light and smoke emitted from their mouth and eyes until their bodies shifted to titans. Your pulse sky rocketed as your brain racked through every revelation that had come to pass to try and decipher what the fuck was actually happening.
Titan bodies began crashing around you, causing you to do some quick manoeuvring.
“I know you a caring leader”
“Your soldiers haven’t done a thing wrong, they’ve just grown a little bigger. You wouldn’t say. Slice them into pieces would you?” Zeke’s voice called.
Levi looked at you. Eyes wider that canyons
“The wine?”
“God dammit” You both cursed.
You both jumped into action, blasting up in to the trees, eyes racing trying to make sure none of your secure hooks would be compromised by a falling titan. You dipped and dived heading in Zeke’s direction
Motherfucker will pay for this
You survival instinct kicked up to overdrive, with a goal you were confident matched Levi’s. Get to Zeke!
You both slaughtered titan after titan in an almost complete blind rage.
There were three titans left. One of which was holding Zeke.
In an instant you and Levi were faced with the humungous stature of the beast titan. You were a bit behind Levi, his unrivaled rage fuelling him ahead of you. You were pushed by a bombardment of debris being thrown your way, several branches catching your face leaving sore cuts. Levi leapt up, flying high up into the trees avoiding all the debris before going into a steep dive. He was going for it. The gas propelling the four thunder spears rushed out, you held back perching on a branch; you were going to let Levi have this one.
Zeke doesn’t stand a chance
The tree shuddered beneath you as the ginormous hairy titan fell and clattered to the floor lifeless, smoke emitting like pistons from his nape. By the time you reached the ground you were panting, covered in quickly evaporating titan blood as well as your own. Levi was already holding the mangled unconscious body of Zeke. He hardly looked like a person, just tatters of flesh and steam.
“Where are we going?”
“Away… from here” Levi replied. His mood had soured, he was pissed.
“There must be a cart and horses left at the entrance to the forest” He continued.
“Can we rest for a moment?” You pleaded.
“No, we rest if we find a cart” His reply curt and short. You would not ask him anymore questions.
You thanked all the higher powers when you saw two horses tied to a tree and an unmounted cart nearby.
//
You travelled for what felt like miles before Levi pulled the horses to a halt. He’d ordered you to watch to Zeke, looking for signs of consciousness. Your face was sore, and the cuts were beginning to pinch and sting. Levi had managed to come through the ordeal pretty much unscathed.
“Here, let me look at you” Levi’s voice was softer now, seemingly calmed by the distance between you and the forest and the ride to wherever the hell you were.
He gently moved your head side to side, examining the cuts. Concern glazing his eyes.
“I’m fine Levi, don’t fuss” You patted his hand away. You were sore, tired and generally feeling sorry for yourself.
“Y/N don’t bullshit, you’re not” He wasn’t talking about your physical injuries. He looked at you, and wasn’t going to look away until you gave him something.
“Just, what are we going to do, god knows what’s happened to Hanje and the others, probably arrested by now, we’ve got a whole army of fanatics coming for this arsehole”
You knew he didn’t have the answers to any of the problems but you knew somehow whatever he said would be a comfort.
“Look, it’s an official shit show, yes. But we’ll be together so in all honesty fuck what happens. We have each other” His normally harsh face softened meaning every word.
“God being with you is making me soft” He said under his breath with a smile.
“You don’t have a problem with that” You quipped back.
“Your filth”
“I try” You replied, the small genuine smile you wore reflective of your mood now uplifted somewhat. He finally let you rest, albeit uncomfortably next to an unconscious Zeke.
When you awoke, Levi didn’t even look your way as you shuffled up. His eyes glaring and fixed on Zeke, his breathing sounded more like a human sleeping than a dying animal. Zeke was coming around.
“Don’t Move, there’s a wire connected to the detonator of that spear around your neck. One false move and you’ll explode from the stomach outward, leaving you in two pieces at the very least”
“Not being able to die must be tough at times like this” You almost spat. Even while he was helpless the venom you projected in your glare was deadly.
“Not that we sympathize of course” Levi added.
“You toyed with the lives of our soldiers, it was all part of your plan” He continued
“Was it also part of your plan to end up sobbing covered in your own filth?” As you finished the sentence Levi drew his blades and began hacking at Zeke’s legs, blood escaping from every angle.
Zeke shrieked in pain. The odd lack of movement understandable yet remarkable at how he managed it.
“If anyone was going to get out of the forest it would be you two wouldn’t it, Humanity’s greatest” he spat.
“Enough” Levi shouted before wielding his blade one more time and Zeke fell again unconscious.
“You’re not going to let me fuss over you are you?” Levi sounding more disappointed.
“Nope” You batted away his hand again as he tried to touch your face. The quiet tssshhh of Zeke’s limbs reforming was quiet in the background as you both were stretching your legs.
“Fine” he accepted, pressing into you for a deep kiss. You were trapped underneath his sultry glare, his eyes almost sparkling with intent
“No!”
“I didn’t say anything” He whined
“You didn’t need to” you both smirked and chuckled at each other.
The rain started to clatter down around you.
“Let’s get going” You both nodded in agreement.
//
“The only way to save Eldia…is to put us…out of our misery” Zeke mumbled. Levi turned, halted the horses and stood in the cart with you, both looming down over him.
“That was your plan? Mercy killings? Well you’re about to die inside a titan’s stinky mouth, to the sound of your own body pieces being chewed. I’d say that’s a pretty merciful death for you right? Considering you stole the lives of our comrades”
“I stole nothing” Zeke spluttered
“I saved them. Them and the children they would have. I saved them all from this cruel world”
“AAAGGGHHH” Zeke cranked his neck back.
With mere seconds to register the impending explosion you and Levi exchanged a wide eyed panic filled glance. The last think you remember was him shouting your name and jumping in between Zeke and you before everything went black.
#shingeki no kyojin#attack on titan#attack on titan smut#levi smut#levi x reader#instinct#levi ackerman x reader#levi ackerman smut
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Wow a ref sheet for my lil idiots. I made them when EA released that disaster of a sims pack that Journey to Batuu was and I decided to rewatch all Star Wars movies because I had nothing to do in lockdown. Khalita is of cathar race, modified with some of my headcanons. She met Rory when she accidentally came across a field full of bodies of unknown fighters and stormtroopers. Due to her being a “vulture” in the past and even no she couldn’t resist her urge to investigate and see if she could salvage any equipment, dead people don’t need it anyway. But one of them was not so dead, and it was CL-5089, a stormtrooper. Khalita never sympathized to any form of government yet leaving an alive badly injured person to die like this, even if that person is a stormtrooper, wasn’t really fitting into her moral compass. Even if he would die later, she could at least set her heart at ease because, well, she tried to do something for him. As she was tending to him he was mumbling deliriously, being sure that someone will pick him and his comrades soon but Khali never saw or heard Order’s ships around the area, meaning they most likely never wanted to collect bodies or survivors in the first place. That made her feel sorry for the poor guy. Yet when he got back on his feet he decided to go back and continue serve. He was responsible, he was loyal, he wanted to belong somewhere. He thanked his savior and departed to the nearest Order’s military base where he learned that he, in fact, was already written off as dead. Superiors, of course for the sake of propaganda among other soldiers, started to present him as an example for stormtroopers: he didn’t crumble and he returned! But this actually was the time when his faith in the First Order started to decline. He felt betrayed and abandoned, no matter how hard he tried to justify them not even trying to look for him and others. He felt alone. Him and Khalita met once more, and more later which led them to become closer and Khali convincing him to drop his duty.
#star wars#star wars oc#oc#cathar#star wars cathar#stormtrooper#stormtrooper oc#my anxious boy has a cat mama gf now bless him lmao
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The final ref sheets are here, plus a special surprise :D!!!! I will be making more content for this AU later now that I got everyone written down to an extent, so stay tuned :3
Loop - Takes the combined role of Riddler and Two-Face. Formerly going down the same path as The Playing One, they were devastated when they finally did defeat - and seemingly kill - Barrelman. Traumatized by this event, they believed themself impossible to rehabilitate, and spent a week running away from the House's forces who aimed to find and secure them even despite what they had done. Unable to die yet unwilling to live with themself, they took to the Favor Tree and made a new wish - to disappear and start a new life. A familiar voice, thought to be lost, beckoned their name before it was too late. An amnesiac who enjoys their new life, only remembering that they are not of this timeline, Loop takes the moniker of the Sponsor. They're more mischievous than canon, but are by no means dangerous, feeling a drive they cannot fully understand to never truly harm people. Relishing in their own mystery, they pull misdeeds in the form of riddles for a hero to solve, and uses the flip of their silver coin - from where it came from, they don't know - to determine their plan's next step, rendering them very unpredictable. They feel something bizarre when facing the Playing One however, as if something was out of place about them...
Mal du Pays - Takes the role of Scarecrow. Formed at some unknown time and first manifested when Siffrin was attacked by a thug in his home country and lost his eye, this is the inner darkness broiling within the Playing One. While Loop was able to escape its influence, Siffrin subconsciously feels the urge to continue his crimes not just out of fun, nor gaining Isabeau's attention, but due to an underlying fear that Mal du Pays had excarberated in their mind; the fear of being alone. Through the chaos, puns and destruction, it is isolation that the Playing One knows most of all, and fears the most - and Mal du Pays is what drives him to avoid it. In the event that the Playing One is infused with Venimeux, he will manifest as Bigfrin, in full control while using MDP's power. Otherwise, MDP will only ever manifest in other people's minds by Siffrin's will, playing into their fears and terrors.
King - Takes the combined role of Bane and Ra's al Ghul. His home country scarred by war, and eventually lost to a cursed wish by a dying opponent of his, the King was fueled not only by sorrow here, but also more anger. He resents the fact that his home is gone, and seeks to perfect Vaugarde by ruling it with an iron fist before freezing it into a perfect state, believing that stagnance to be what people need. Inspiring a widespread criminal underworld with his organization of devoted warriors and hired outlaws, the King would later come in conflict with Euphrasie, resulting in him being so badly wounded that he resorted to building a mask to hide his scars. He tended to his wounds by using even more Wish Craft - to create a new, augmented variant of Restoration Craft known as Venimeux, pushing his body to its limits while maintaining his cunning mind. He has a fascination for both Isabeau, seeing him as a worthy ally if he so chose to take his side, and Siffrin, who was also from his home country, having shown some usage of Wish Craft himself. He is the main antagonist, sharing such a role with The Playing One even though they oppose each other.
Part 1: Isa and Sif ( HERE! )
Part 2: Mira and Bonnie ( HERE! )
Part 3: Odile and Euphrasie ( HERE! )
Part 4: Loop and King (here!)
#in stars and time#isat siffrin#in stars and time siffrin#in stars and time spoilers#isat spoilers#siffrin isat#isat au#isat x batman au#in justice and chaos#in justice and chaos au#siffrin#isabeau#isabeau isat#in stars and time isabeau#isat isabeau#isafrin???#isabeau x siffrin#siffrin x isabeau#loop#isat loop#loop isat#in stars and time loop#the king#in stars and time the king#the king isat#mal du pays#isat mal du pays
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Ashes of a Relationship

Written for the @badthingshappenbingo prompt trust issues And for @iphoenixrising for giving me the idea for this story from their amazing DickTimJason stories. Word Count: 1,749 Rating: T Fandom: Batman Pairings: Dick/Tim/Jason, Cass & Tim, Duke & Tim, Conner & Tim, Damian & Tim and Bruce & Tim Author Notes: Tim Drake centered, WIP, Tim needs a hug, Batfamily feels Summary: "In case you missed it baby bird is terrified of us. We are his deepest fear. Tim has gone up against Ra and the fucking Joker but it is us that is what scares him the most. That isn't going to be easy to fix if we can fix it at all. The brat and I have tried to kill him and no one said anything about that. We have verbally and emotionally abused Tim while those who could have said something didn't. There is no magic fix to this. And it is up to Tim and Tim alone if he wants to forgive us." You can also read it on AO3
Being in Gotham felt odd to Tim, it had been almost eight months since he last visited. He had taken to spending all of his free time in Sam Francisco to his returned friends.
To his family.
He realized that he didn't belong with the Wayne's since he disappeared for a year to find Bruce and not one of them reached out to him while he had been gone. Hell he could have been dead in an unmarked grave - he nearly was if that sword had hit in a different organ - and now he was nothing to them but support.
Red Robin had been called in to help with an all-out Arkham breakout. He had been sent after Scarecrow. Tim was grateful that he didn't have to work with anyone from his so-called family. Okay anyone but Cass and Duke.
Tim will curse himself for not paying attention.
"Got you little bird who has flown so far from the nest."
+*****+
The horrified and terrified screams echoed around the cave. The sheer terror in them making everyone there shiver.
Stephanie had been the first to leave, unable to bear to hear Tim's screams and the fear in his eyes when he looked at her.
'How did we let it get this bad? How didn't we see?'
Were the questions repeating over and over in Dick's mind as he stared at the heartbreaking sight of his second youngest brother curled up as small as he could be, his voice hoarse from all the screaming he had done. Cass curled around Tim, her fingers running soothingly through his hair as she glares at them making it clear she would take anyone of them down if they came to close. Duke was standing between the two groups making sure that no one approached the med bay bed that placed Tim on once they managed to get him back to the cave after learning he had been dosed with fear toxin.
Dick wanted to follow Stephanie's retreat but he felt like that he needed to stay here, this was his penance for letting Tim down so badly. It tore into his heart that he was one of Tim's biggest fears.
It will forever be burned into his mind the way Tim's screamed when he saw him, how Tim clawed and crawled away from him all the while begging Dick not to hurt him, not to cast him aside, not to throw him out of the family. Not to put him in Arkham.
Tim's pleas to save him as his grapple line snapped and he was falling to his death still echoed in Dick's ears only drowned out by his screams. "Why don't you love me, Dick? Was I just a replacement for you?"
Jason could feel his fingers twitching with the need for a smoke or to shoot someone as Tim's screams got to him. Tim begging Jason not to kill him, that he was his role model, that he was his Robin. Jason looked horrified and angry with himself. "You were my robin." Jason's Red Hood helmet smashed into the case that held his Robin suit as the older man fell to his knees choked sobs escaping him. He hated how he had let the pit and Talia twist him against Tim.
It ripped him apart to hear Tim begging him not to hurt him, the way his hands protected his throat and Jason felt sick over the fact that he could still remember Tim's warm blood on his hands as he left him to die, beaten and bloody.
Damian refused to let it show how much Tim's fear of him was getting to him. He wanted to claim that Tim's pleas of wanting to know why Damian hated him so much. To hear Tim say how happy he was to have a little brother, but all Damian wanted was him dead. "You accept everyone but me, why?" Had Damian turning away in shame.
Tim screaming a mixture of Damian and Jason's names begging and pleading with them not to kill him. For Dick not to toss him away. That he was still useful.
The most damning of them of all, "Why don't you love me as I love you?" Even Batman flinched at that.
"Timmy." Dick started but he couldn't find the words to continue and when Tim curled away from him deeper into Cass' embrace he froze in mid-step. Cass' headshake was gentle but her eyes were firm they were to keep away. Which was so hard when all Dick wanted to do was gather Tim up into a hug and let him know how deep love he truly is. Letting out a choked sob Dick felt his legs give out on him as he collapsed to the cold cave floor, "I'm so sorry baby bird. I'm so sorry." Dick repeated over and over again but he knew that his words did little good.
Now Jason hadn't been Timmy's biggest fan with the pit madness and Talia's mind games he had seen Tim nothing but a replacement and tried to kill him without remorse. The scar on Tim's throat served as a constant reminder to him of what he had done, cutting open his throat in a place he should have felt safe in and using Tim's blood to paint a message for Bruce. He hadn't cared that Tim was a teen barely out of his childhood he had just been so full of rage and anger and Talia's poisoned words whispered in his ears as he beat him bloody. It was no wonder Tim was afraid of him.
But to hear that to Tim he was still his Robin, his hero, tore into Jason and he felt rage, rage for himself at the pain he caused. It had been Cass of all people who forced Jason to watch the footage out of control Batman had gotten after his death - mostly because she could and would kick his ass if he didn't - it hadn't been easy to see but he saw what Tim did that Bruce was going to be lost to the darkness and when Tim took the Robin suit he pulled Batman out of the shadows that were consuming him piece by piece, he became Batman's light, just like the Robins before he had always been.
Somewhere along the way Tim had claimed a piece of his heart and dug his claws in deeply and refused to move.
From the moment he arrived Damian had seen Drake as an obstacle one that needed to be removed. He was in his rightful place as the next Robin and as Batman's partner. It had stung deeply when it became clear that he would not be his father's Robin that was Tim's place. His mother's words had whispered in him and he had lashed out, determined to remove the placeholder, to prove that he was the far superior choice. At least Grayson had sense and had given him his rightful place.
At least that is how he felt or claimed to still think and feel but that wasn't the case. Drake was someone special he was just ashamed that it had taken him this long and his actions had left such damage in his wake.
"Kon! KON!" Tim screamed knowing that his best friend will be listening for him, just like he will promise as he crawled away from the figures before him.
Dick wasn't surprised to hear Tim calling for Kon but still it hurts to know that Kon was the one Tim turned to now, that he was the one he felt safest with when once that had been him. He hated himself for how much he had missed and how much he ignored because he didn't know how to fix the damage done to their relationship and he had been too afraid to take the first step.
No one was surprised when Conner Kent came crashing into the Batcave his eyes glowing red as he looked around for his best friend. "Tim!"
Cass gentle allowed Kon to take Tim into his arms.
He needed to be safe, with those who love him and would never harm him. A feeling of warmth engulfed him and a familiar voice was whispering to him and Tim knew that he was safe in Conner's arms.
"We got this. We will take care of Tim and he will be safe with those who are his real family." Kon vowed, his eyes showing nothing but contempt for everyone but Duke and Cass.
Dick wanted to argue to claim that they were Tim's real family. But remembering the way Tim tried to get away from them, how the very sight of him made him tremble had the argument dying on his lips. "Please look after him and let us know when we can talk to him."
"That will be up to Tim and Tim alone." Kon wouldn't speak for his friend, Tim had been drifting away from Gotham. He spent more time in San Francisco these days. Hell Tim hadn't even wanted to come back to Gotham but he still had a sense of loyalty to those he once considered family.
Everyone could only look on hopelessly as Kon left the cave, the Fear Gas antidote safely in his hand and Tim safe in his arms.
"What do we do now?" Dick asked in a hopeless voice.
"We need to make amends," Bruce grumbled out.
A scoff escaped Jason, "In case you missed it baby bird is terrified of us. We are his deepest fear. Tim has gone up against Ra and the fucking Joker but it is us that is what scares him the most. That isn't going to be easy to fix if we can fix it at all. The brat and I have tried to kill him and no one said anything about that. We have verbally and emotionally abused Tim while those who could have said something didn't. There is no magic fix to this. And it is up to Tim and Tim alone if he wants to forgive us."
Dick knew that Jason was right, he didn't want him to be but he knew that he spoke the truth that Tim was the one who needed to decide if he forgave them or not. They couldn't push him into it. Even someone as forgiving as Tim had their limits and Dick was afraid that they had pushed Tim well beyond his.
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hi umm i love your work! could you do a jj x daughter reader where readers is like 16/17 and she's so scared that her mom might not come home one day :( thank you! & take ur time :)))
“I’ll Always Need you” (JJ x daughter!reader)
warnings- angsty? mentions of death and gun violence
kind of short, hope you enjoy!!!
xxTobin
The analog clock on the eastern wall of the Jareau household ticked agonizingly slow, mocking you as time went on. It was teasing you, the seconds, minutes, and hours passing by without hesitation, when you felt as though your own world had stopped long ago.
The rest of the household was silent, Henry being put to bed long ago, Will only going to sleep a couple of hours ago.
"She's okay-"
"Okay?! You call being shot in the shoulder okay?" Your voice was a high screech and Will moved to shut Henry's door, ushering you to the living room as he shook his head. Your mother had been deployed on a rather long case, one of the longest yet. For almost two weeks it had just been him, you, and Henry. His exhaustion was evident on his face illuminated only by the lamp on the end table. It was a gift from Penelope, something she had found at a flea market. The base of the lamp was flower petals, roses, because she knew they were your others favorite. JJ loved it, claiming the spot on the couch beside it as her 'reading spot'. How often had you curled up next to her, placing your head in her lap as she read to you softly? Even as you grew older, sixteen years of life molding you into a young woman- one that should've been too old to sit on their mother's lap- she did so without resistance because what if the day came that you no longer wanted her to hold you?
If she had ever voiced that thought to you, you would've thought it absurd. Would a day ever come that you didn't need her? That you didn't need your mother? Impossible, you thought instantly, because you needed your mother, you always would. You needed someone to wake you up in the morning, shaking your shoulder gently as their lips came down to touch gently upon your forehead. You needed someone who had a strange ability to know where everything you inevitably lost is (she had an unbelievable knack for knowing where you left things). You needed someone to tell you about their day, tell you things that made them think of you, tell you that they missed you, tell you that they loved you more- even if you thought it impossible. You needed someone who cooked spaghetti with a hilariously poor Italian accent, just because they knew it made you laugh. You needed someone to scream at the refs during soccer games and eventually get thrown out, just because they were on your side that badly.
And when your mother was away, you had Will, and he would gladly do all of those things, but you didn't want him to. You wanted your mother to, and what if one day, she wasn't here to do them? What if, one day, she were to go away on a case, and never come back?
That thought was intensified by the news of your mother's injury, and it consumed your body in a mass panic.
"She's fine, I promise. She's not even gonna be home until real late tonight- heck, might even be early morning- just go to bed-" He was trying, really, he was. The pleading look on his face, the hand on your arm, the understanding smile- because he understood. Truly, he did. He understood what it was like to worry about JJ. Jennifer Jareau, a woman who would always choose to be a hero, something that both attracted him to her and terrified him simultaneously. But, the sixteen year old before him shouldn't have to worry like he did.
You scoffed. Later, you would feel badly about how dismissive you were being but, then again, you had been this way all week. Crabby, moody, and agitated, all because your mother wasn't here with you. How childish, you thought, but truthfully, you didn't care.
"I'm not going to bed, I'm waiting for her." And when you said that, your face screwed into one of determination, persistence, and straight up stubbornness, Will saw just how much you took after your mother. He saw it often enough. He saw her in you whenever you ate breakfast. You had a nasty habit of inhaling your food as soon as it was set in front of you- he could swear that if he entered the Jareau women into a competitive food eating contest the two of you would win. He saw her in you when you played soccer, that look of competitiveness, that god awful smirk and that smug look you got when you won. He saw it when you plated with Henry at the park, the protectiveness, the tight hold on his hand, that look in your eyes that made him think you might never let go. And to see it now made him know that he wasn't going to win this fight.
With a sigh, he had lowered his head in defeat, squeezing your shoulder and wishing you a goodnight.
And now the seconds were tantalizingly slow as you sat in your mother's reading spot, the cushions just a little bit colder without her there.
The sound of the key turning in the lock jarred you from your thought filled stupor, your sock clad feet on the ground in seconds.
JJ was hobbling through the doorway, her bags hanging on one shoulder causing her entire body to droop to one side. If it had been any other circumstance you might've teased her for it, maybe you would have made a reference to Hunchback of Notre Dame, or Igor, or anything else that would have made her laugh, but your eyes were glued onto the bandages wrapped around her free arm.
Her blue orbs traced the source of the light. It wasn't abnormal for it to be on when she came home. You had an unspoken tradition to leave her lamp light on when she was gone, a way to keep her with you she she wasn't there, but you standing before it was new, especially at 4:30 A.M. on a school night.
She would've yelled. She was just about to, actually. She was about to hiss some motherly threat, some kind of 'go to bed' order that, when demanded correctly, had you listening instantly. But she didn't. She didn't do that because the look on your face, pale and ashen, had morphed into one of relief whenever you saw her.
She dropped her bags onto the floor, opening her arms and allowing you to run into them. She let out a small grunt when your body collided with hers, and you lessened your hold slightly, afraid you might've hurt her. That is, until she squeezed you harder, her hand coming to cup your head. Your nose buried into her shoulder, and you felt childish all over again.
"You waited up for me?" She didn't sound mad. She wasn't. She was worried. Worried for you.
Guilt washed over you in waves and you just burrowed yourself farther into her. "You're hurt." Was all you said, and she nodded.
The only light int he house was that rose petal ridden lamp. "I'm okay."
Oh, how long she could've held you in her arms. She thought back to those days. The nights of just you and her, the endless sleepovers, the never-ending tea parties, the countless games of hide-and-seek. How had you grown up on her?
The whispered reassurance made you frown, pulling away. You fell back onto the couch, arms hooking around your knees, and she fell back with you, tossing an arm around you.
"What if you weren't? What if you had died?" It was barely a whisper, weak and broken. You rested you rhino onto your nee, staring into your mother's eyes so long as she let you. The fears wouldn't subside, wouldn't stop crashing over you with a stupendous amount of strength, burying you in them, controlling your thoughts, feelings, actions.
Now, JJ was frowning. "I didn't."
"But what if you did? You go on these cases every week, and you get shot at." You winced when you said shot, eyes landing on the bandaged arm. JJ folded it into herself, pursing her lips. She wished you weren't in pain, she wished you weren't so scared because this fear wasn't something for you it was something for her. Your fears were about her, and it was about something she couldn't control. And it would have been so much better if she was able to control it, if it were a monster or a bad guy, because she hunted those for a living. But this wasn't a tangible thing. This was a feeling, and she couldn't fight feelings. "You promised you would stay safe." Your voice cracked, lip trembling.
And what was JJ to say? She had. She had promised you, just like she did on every case before that. She promised she would try, but didn't she? Hadn't she tried? That counted for something. Looking at your face now, the tear tracks fresh as they ran down your cheeks, she supposed it didn't count for anything. That it wasn't enough. That nothing would ever be enough.
"You're gonna die one day." You spoke again, and this time it wasn't a tone of sadness, or fear. It was a statement. "You're gonna die one day, and then what am I gonna do without you?"
It sounded selfish, and whiny, and petulant, but none of that mattered. All that mattered was her. All that mattered was the nights you had spent in her bed, waiting out a terrible storm, counting the lightning strikes until you fell asleep, her hand in yours. All that mattered was your pleas for her to not let go when you learned to ride a bike, that fear of falling consuming you until you had heard whooping and hollering and turned to find her yards away, that proud smile on her face that you could swear was the brightest thing in the world. All that mattered was career days, dressing up like her, your collared shirts ironed and crisp, and when the teachers asked if you wanted to be a media liaison you didn't bat an eye as you responded that you didn't care what you were, as long as you were like your mom. All that mattered was a strong woman, the strongest you thought you would ever find, and her vulnerability, because unlike what you thought when you were younger, she wasn't immortal.
JJ's breath hitched, bringing her hand out to wipe a freshly fallen tear. Her hand was warm, and you leant into the touch. "I'm not dying for a long, long time. And, by then, you'll be all grown up, and you won't need me anymore."
"I'll always need you." You responded immediately.
JJ shook her head, a sniffle escaping her own nose. She shook her head, giving a watery smile. "You'll always want me. But you won't need me." She corrected softly, palm coming to rest against your cheek.
You thought about that for a moment, still not entirely sure if it was true, but becoming far too tired to argue. You were going to regret staying up this late in a couple of hours. But, for now you focused on your mother. Her smile, her touch, her warmth, and you sighed.
"I love you."
"I love you more."
You smiled tiredly. "I love you most."
The blonde chuckled, leaning her head against your knee. "Not possible."
Kinda short, but I tried lmao. To all who sent requests, I will get to them, just give me a second! I start classes again tomorrow so I might be a bit preoccupied:)
#jennifer jareau x reader#Jennifer Jareau x daughter! reader#Jennifer Jareau#criminal minds x reader#Criminal Minds
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Angels Like You (Can't Fly Down Here With Me)(Chapter 4)(A. Matthews/M. Marner)
Mitch and Auston roll into practice together and park next to the same entrance they do every single practice. Business as usual, even though all Mitch wants to do is crawl back into bed and cry or actually murder someone with all the conflicted feelings he has. Auston being at his place this morning has made it slightly more bearable though. Just his presence makes everything seem kind of okay, and as they get out of the car, it’s almost as if he reads Mitch’s mind and puts his hand on his thigh and squeezes gently, in an effort to comfort him enough to stop him from actually vibrating with nerves. “You gonna be okay? I can always tell Keefe you’re too hungover, or sick, or whatever you want the story to be.”
Mitch’s breath catches, which he blames on Auston forcing him out of his head so suddenly, not on his touch, and smiles a bit, but shakes his head. “I’m okay. Honestly. I think this is the best thing for me right now, to just continue life as usual.”
Auston knows he’s lying, knows Mitch well enough to tell when he’s not being totally honest, but he smiles at him anyways and nods. “If you need anything just tell me, alright? Anything.” Auston actually might jump in front of a bus with how overly affectionate he knows he sounds, but Mitch smiles slightly and glances at Auston before looking back down at his lap, and he forgets to be disgusted with himself. They drag themselves out of the car and as they grab their bags, Will comes up from behind them and pushes himself between the two of them, an arm around each of their shoulders.
“Morning, boys,” Will starts, all too energetic and bubbly for the tense air around them. It breaks the grey cloud looming over Mitch’s head a bit, though, but when he visibly perks up Auston’s heart clenches. He’s happy, of course, but almost jealous it wasn’t him to snap him out of it.
Why couldn’t it be him?
“Morning, Will. How ya doing, bud?”
“Great, actually.” The two of them trail off into a conversation about Will’s exciting morning, leaving Auston to berate himself. He wants so badly to be William at this moment. The jealousy he feels makes him want to vomit. He actually might be sick, because what the fuck. It’s his two best friends. It’s not like Mitch even likes him back, never mind loves him the way Auston does. He has no fucking right to be jealous, but he can’t help it. Mitch is his entire world, and he’d kill to just put a smile on his pretty face, and Will is able to do it in the first two seconds of them seeing each other. He doesn’t want anyone to make Mitch as happy as he does, and it's gross and disgusting and toxic but he can’t help it because it’s how he feels. He hates it, but it’s the truth.
Mitch notices his silence and when they sit down next to each other in their stalls, he tries to ask him what’s up by knocking their knees together. Auston just shakes his head and bites his tongue, swallowing down the three words he wants to say more than anything to save himself from the embarrassment and disappointment he knows he would feel for the rest of time if he was actually honest about this. It’s the one thing he knows he can’t share with Mitch, and it’s the one thing he wants to the most. Mitch just nods, pauses for a second, then starts without looking up at Auston right away.
“Will invited us over to his place for dinner tonight. Said his apartment’s been empty with Kap gone, and I haven’t been over there in a while…” The guilt that displays itself all over Mitch’s face is more than enough to have Auston nodding his head in agreement, even though he knows exactly what Will is planning to do as soon as he has the two of them in a room together with him and no fans or teammates or staff to see. He just does not have the energy for it today, but who could say no to Mitch. “Cool! Awesome, I’ll, uh, I’ll tell him we can go, then. What time do you want me to pick you up?”
It has to stop, Auston knows that. The two of them have been driving each other around since rookie year, and it’s probably part of what led to all of his messed up feelings. Spending so much time with each other, it’s bound to happen to at least one of them, and the one ended up being Auston. So it has to stop. “I can drive myself, you know.” He doesn’t mean for it to come out as snide as it does, because when would he ever purposely try to hurt Mitch, but the second the words leave his mouth he regrets all of it.
“Oh,” Mitch nods, looking like someone just sucker-punched him in the gut. “Uhm, yeah, I know. I just thought that, since I usually pick you up to go to things, I would. But if you don’t want to, that's fine. Yeah.” He shoots his gaze to the floor, unsure of what to do now. He wasn’t expecting it to be that big of a deal, but now he feels like he’s suffocating.
Auston’s chest hurts so bad he could scream, and even though his heart is saying to lighten up and back off, when he opens his mouth, his tone stays the same as before. “I just think we should give each other some space sometimes. It’s not like you’re my boyfriend or anything.” He spits the last word and actually cannot physically remove the disgust from his face. What the fuck is wrong with you?! Relax!
Mitch doesn’t look up right away, but nods and bites his lip. Auston gets up and starts putting his stuff from his bag into his cubby, and out of the corner of his eye he can see Mitch unsure of what to do with himself, playing with his watch absentmindedly while he chews the living hell out of the inside of his cheek. He continues to watch him while he gets up from his place and stands up next to Auston.
“What is up with you lately, man?” Mitch suddenly bursts, his voice raised a level louder than anyone else in the room. The entire team falls silent, and Auston knows for a fact that usually that would make Mitch calm down, chill out, because despite the fact that he has an A on his chest and has the centre of attention in most rooms he walks into, he still forgets what he wants to say as soon as he has the room’s attention. He continues right on, though, without a second thought about who’s listening. “You’re on and you’re off. You show up to my place all ‘I love you I care about you you don’t need her’ and now you’re snappy and rude. What the fuck have I done to you to hate me so fucking much that when I’m already down, you act like I’m fucking stupid and don’t notice you look miserable when you’re around me?!”
Auston turns towards Mitch, but when he sees the look on his face, any comeback that was on his lips dies right there. He’s seen that look on him, pointed towards the opposing player on a faceoff, or towards a ref after a stupid call against his team, and heartbreakingly towards himself in the mirror after a game he feels like he lost. Auston’s always been the one to wipe that look away, to tell him everythings going to be okay, to calm him down and remind him there’s absolutely nothing wrong with him. That look has never been pointed towards him. Never.
Will stands up then and starts towards Mitch, looking frantically back and forth between Mitch and Auston, looking for Auston to tell him what to do. Auston just stares at Mitch, tongue in cheek, so Will tries to butt in. “Hey, Mitch, I think we should chill out a bit, eh?” “Get the fuck away from me Will. I need to know what his fucking problem is.” Mitch shoves Will to the side, and even though he could’ve easily stood his ground, he backs away a step, not leaving his side completely. Will looks up at Auston, completely unsure of how he’s supposed to help in this situation. Auston thinks his lungs might have actually collapsed because he suddenly can't get a breath in. John makes his way over to the three of them from the other side of the locker room and puts his arms on Auston’s biceps, knowing his tells for when he needs right there, in his space, to calm him down before he implodes. He turns him away from Mitch and forces Auston to make eye contact with him, to look away from Mitch. “Shower, Aus?”
He doesn’t respond, but numbly follows his captain to the showers without looking back to see Will push Mitch into his seat and sit next to him with an arm around his shoulder, all the fight evidently escaping Mitch’s body. “Suit up and ice in two minutes, boys,” John announces to the team before leaving the room.
The door to the showers swings shut and John walks over to where Auston is leaning against a stall door. “What just happened?”
He didn’t even feel like crying two seconds ago, but with his captain so close to him, looking at him like he’s a wounded puppy, he can’t keep it together anymore. John stays right in front of him, doesn’t flinch when Auston’s shoulders start to shake and the tears start to stream down his face.
“I love him, John,” Auston admits, defeated. His shoulders slump and he doesn’t really look at John, instead staring at his hands, his slides, John’s shoulder. “I love him, and he doesn’t love me, he’ll never love me the way I love him, and I think I might die. I actually think it might kill me, how much I love him.” John just shakes his head, looking sadder than Auston has ever seen him, and pulls him into a tight hug. He holds him there for a couple seconds, until Auston grunts a little and steps back. “Yeah, I, uh, I love him more than I’ve ever loved anyone or anything. Love isn’t even a big enough word to describe the feelings I have for him. But he, uh, he doesn’t love me, and I don’t really know how to get over it.”
“Oh, kid, you don’t.”
“What?” Auston was expecting some sort of advice, maybe an ‘I know’, not a fucking death sentence.
“You don’t just ‘get over it’, kid. It doesn’t work that way. I’m sure you’ve had girlfriends you’ve ‘loved’, and you ‘love’ your dog, and your team, but this is a totally different thing. I believe that once in your life, you meet someone who changes the way you see the world. They take everything you think you know, throw it in the garbage, and reteach it to you. They show you what true, unconditional, absolute love is. You feel like you can’t breathe when you’re without them, and you only feel truly complete when they’re next to you. You can’t imagine your life without them. That’s your soulmate, and if you don’t end up with them, you might ‘move on’, you might meet someone and get married and have kids and have your dream life, but you’ll never truly forget them. They’re your one big, true, epic love.”
“Is that you and Aryne?”
John nods, smiling a little, but remaining somber. “Yeah, it is.”
“Is that, uh, is that me and Mitch?” “I think so, buddy. And if he doesn’t feel the same, it’ll feel like it’ll kill you, but I promise you you’ll survive. It’ll be hell, but you will get through it, and you will be happy again. Maybe never as happy as you are when you’re around him, but close. And if he does feel the same, you’ll be happy as long as you’re with him. Even when the entire world feels like it’s crumbling down around you, he’ll be there, and it’ll make everything kind of okay.”
Auston is unsure how to respond, how to say something even close to as emotionally intelligent as John. “What should I do?” he asks.
“I can’t tell you that, bud. All I can tell you is he is your one true, epic love, and if you let him slip away before ever telling him how you feel, you will never, ever forgive yourself.”
Auston nods and leans in to briefly hug his captain, then shakes his entire body out, takes a breath, and goes to strap on his skates. Mitch is his soulmate. It’s something he’s always had an idea of, something he always thought might possibly be true, but to hear someone else say it out loud, to hear the actual words spoken by his captain of all people, it convinces whatever part of him was holding out on the thought.
Mitch is his soulmate.
Mitch is his soulmate.
He doesn’t know if Mitch feels the same. In fact, he’s almost sure he doesn’t. But if he doesn’t say anything, he’ll regret it for the rest of his life. He pauses where he is, bent over, tying his skate laces. He sits up with his hands on his knees and looks at John, who’s across the room, tying his own laces. “I have to go.”
“And do what?” John doesn’t look up, but Auston knows he has his full attention.
“I just have to do something. I have to tell him, I think, but it has to be perfect, because he’s perfect. I have to, uh, I have to go,” Auston trails off and starts taking off his skates at lightning speed. John look up at him briefly, a small smile on his face.
“Don’t worry about anything, Aus. I’ll take care of Keefe.” Auston nods without looking at his captain, his mind spinning, but completely and utterly focused on the one thing he knows is true.
Mitch is my soulmate. I am utterly in love with Mitch Marner.
And I’m gonna teach him what real love is.
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I am happy to give you ideas! Please supply me with your brilliant writing! I need a bedtime story! Maybe Sirius getting pretty badly injured at a game? Re's reaction and then him helping with recovery?🥰
Okay this ones a little unrealistic probably but I was looking up injuries in hockey and this came up multiple times so yeah. (Also I got so carried away with this one. I literally lagged my phone with how long this ended up being. There’s defiantly going to be multiple parts because I wrote too much and Tumblr won’t let me write more
Warning : Injury, panic attack?, heart problems, mentions of child abuse
“You okay?” James asked Sirius.
“Yeah, I just feel-off. I guess.”
James nodded, still concerned about the pained look on his face.
He stood up to go tell Remus when Sirius collapsed.
Remus jumped over beach to get to him. The other players on the bench crowding around him.
“What happened?” James screamed.
They could hear the announcer talking about the commotion on the bench. Everyone on the ice skating over and shouting questions. The stadium filled with quiet whispers.
Remus’s mind went blank. He went into the medic routine, not thinking about the fact that it was the love of his life on the ground.
“He’s in cardiac arrest” Moody told them.
“He’s 24” Logan exclaimed.
“DAMN IT GET A MEDIC NOW” Dumo shouted. All of them screamed for a medic as Moody cut off his jersey and gear and Remus began CPR
“WHERE THE HELL IS THE MEDIC HES DYING” Kasey screamed. This sent a shock through the crowd.
The medics appeared and pushed everyone out of the way, only Moody was allowed on the bench with him.
“NO. HE’S DYING AND YOURE NOT HELPING HIM” James tried to fight them.
“Stops, Stop” Remus put a shaking hand on his chest. “Let them work. Let them help him. Please James, I’m begging you to let them help him” his voice shook.
James nodded, backing away from the bench.
Dumo went over to stand near Remus. “What are you thinking right now?” He asked him, knowing that it was pointless to ask if he was okay.
“That I don’t want to lose him. I don’t want to lose him” Remus told him honestly. “My biggest fear is him getting hurt or leaving me and now he’s hurt and could be leaving me forever”
Dumo wrapped his arms around Remus, who’s breathing picked up as he thought about Sirius dying.
“Breathe, breathe Loops” He waved over Leo to help calm him down.
“Hey, hey. I know you’re fucking terrified right now. I can’t even imagine what I would do if it was one of my boys but you need to try and breathe Remus. You’re no help to Sirius if you’re panicking. Respirer, Remus”
He nodded, taking deep breathes.
“Good, good.” Leo nodded.
“If he d-”
“No, we’re not thinking about that right now” Dumo cut him off.
“His heart stopped” Remus began to remember bits and pieces of the last few minutes. Remembered checking for a pulse and telling Moody there wasn’t one. “His heart wasn’t beating. He was dead”
The rest of the players were standing around in terror.
They all went quiet as they tried to process what he said, they could hear the medics counting off numbers for the defibrillator.
Alice and Frank were quieting the stadium while trying to figure out what was happening.
The other team, the Hufflepuff Badgers skated over.
“What happened?” one of the players asked.
“Apparently cardiac arrest.” Adam Fox told him.
“He’s young though, isn’t he?”
“Yeah. Yeah he is” Finn said sadly.
A stretcher ran past them, loading Sirius onto it.
His skin was the color of snow. His black hair a stark contrast where it fell into his closed eyes. Remus wanted nothing more than to tuck it behind his ear like he’s done hundreds of times. His jersey and gear had been completly removed. A medic was on the stretcher, preforming CPR as they rushed him off the ice and into the waiting ambulance.
Remus shook his head and covered his mouth, tears streaming down his face. James turned him around and hugged him. The entire team gathered around them in a huge hug.
The Hufflepuffs made a circle around them, all of them with their hands on their neighbors shoulder and head down.
They stayed that way for a while before refs told them that the game was over. Their coaches wanted them in their locker rooms. They nodded and pulled away.
The Hufflepuff players patted all their backs and told them they would pray for Sirius.
It was silent as they walked into the locker room.
Remus walked over and sat in Sirius’s stall. He jolted as he realized that they wind of had to cut his necklace off.
But his eyes drifted to the wall of his stall. A small nail in the back corner had the ‘12’ necklace hanging from it. With a post it beside it that read “Re, promise I still love it. Just can’t stand the thought of it getting broken. I love you.”
He smiled sadly, reaching over and took the necklace off the makeshift hook. He couldn’t hold back his sobs any longer.
“He’s going to be okay. He has to be okay.” James cried beside him.
Coach Weasley walked in a few minutes later. “They’re trying to stabilize him and get him on a ventilator. They’re thinking about surgery to put in an ICD”
“ICD? What the hell is that?”
“It’s a device that will monitor his heart rate and shock it if it beats irregularly” Remus explained.
“Like a pacemaker?”
“No pacemakers force your heart to beat. ICDs just monitor it and help if something goes wrong”
“Can he still play?”
“He will be able to if he chooses to but he’s out for the rest of the season. The league can’t risk it.” Coach told them.
“He’s 24 years old. How can you go into cardiac arrest at 24 years old?” Olli asked.
They all looked to Remus for the answer.
“He’s an athlete and works out religiously. Too much exercise can sometimes cause the left heart valve to overwork. He told me that when he was younger his parents wouldn’t let him or Regulus sleep. Making them practice on their rink until morning or they collapsed.”
“Jesus Christ they need to be in jail.” Logan gasped.
“Or hell” James requested.
“The second options much better” Kasey said. “I volunteer to help send them there”
“All of you get dressed to go to the hospital.” Arthur told them, not even commenting on their murder plans.
The team had never changed so quickly.
“Remus, you’re driving over with me.” Dumo told him, Remus just nodded.
“What if he’s not okay?” Remus broke the silence in the car. “I know everyone’s saying he will be but what if he’s not? Realalistic he’s not going to be okay”
“Then we deal with it if that happens. No one knows what’s going to happen. None of us know how to prepare for a teammate to die. So all we can do is wait”
“I can’t lose him Pascal. I don’t think I can live without him.”
Dumo didn’t respond, just reached over and placed a hand on the back of his neck, squeezing slightly. Partly because he wanted to comfort him and partly because he knew it was true.
***
The hospital was quiet as they all waited for news. Some of them sitting on the uncomfortable chairs, a few of them pacing.
“Can all of you stop” Sergio told them, getting annoyed with the footsteps.
“No we’re stressed out so we’re not going to sit” Finn rolled his eyes at him.
“It’s annoying” Kasey told them.
“Too bad. Deal with it” James rolled his eyes.
They argued for a few minutes before Remus snapped.
“KNOCK IT OFF” he barked. “My boyfriend is in there dying or already dead and you’re fighting because footsteps are annoying you.”
They all quieted and sat down.
Lily and Natalie walked into the waiting room a few minutes, tears on their faces.
James and Kasey stood up to hug them.
“What’s going on? What happened? No one knows anything.” Natalie asked.
“What did you see?” Dumo asked as Celeste walked in.
Lily pulled away from the hug she was in with Remus. “Me and Nat were watching the game. And then they panned over to the bench where you were crowded around someone on the ground, one of you tipped over the bench so there was more room and the arena got quiet. Then Dumo was shouting for a medic and Kasey shouted that someone was dying. And the crowd started screaming. Then medics ran over and made all of you clear out and James was screaming something at them. Then Dumo went over to Remus and they said that they think it’s Sirius but they don’t know what happened and then he was wheeled out on a stretcher with someone doing CPR. The the game was over. And the announcers just talked for the rest of the time trying to figure out what happened and replaying everything. They talked to Hufflepuff players but they said it wasn’t their place to explain.” She told them.
“Sirius went into cardiac arrest” James told them.
“Oh god” Celeste gasped.
“Remus I’m so sorry” Lily breathed, pulling him in for another hug.
Nat had more tears falling down her face. “Did they say how he was?”
Dumo shook his head.
They sat down. Lily sitting between James and Remus. Remus’s head on her shoulder as she held James’s hand.
No one knew how long they sat there for before a doctor walked over to them. They all stood up.
“How is he?” Remus asked, terror coursing through his body at the sober look on the doctors face.
“He’s stable.” Remus breathed for the first time in hours.
“His heart did stop multiple times so we ended up having to insert the ICD you were told about. He’s still not awake due to the medication. He’s allowed one visitor for now.”
They all nodded at Remus.
“You were lucky. If you hadn’t reacted like you did we wouldn’t of been able to save him.”
The doctor gave him Sirius’s room number and the overview of directions to get there before leaving.
Lily kissed his cheek and squeezed his hand. “Go see him.”
Remus just nodded and walked down the hospital hallway. He took a shaky breath as he walked into Sirius’s room. But none of it prepared him for it.
A bandage was around his chest and over his shoulder, protecting the stitches underneath. Too many wires were starched to him. Remus walked over to the chair and pulled it up beside him.
“Hi baby” he said as he grabbed his hand gently. Kissing his knuckles.
“I know you can’t hear me but I need you to wake up. I need to hear your voice and see your pretty eyes, okay. I need to know that you’re here and I’m not going to lose you. Please baby.” He begged. Reaching up with the hand not holding Sirius’s to brush the hair out of his face.
“I love you. I love you” he repeated, kissing his forehead. “Please wake up”
Time was water, Remus was drowning in it. Knowing he couldn’t do anything except wait.
Finally, Sirius’s hand twitched in his.
Remus stood up. Watching Sirius blink his eyes open, squinting at the bright hospital light.
“Hey, hey baby” Remus smiled at him, his eyes filled with hears as he looked into Sirius’s grey ones.
Sirius came to his sense and jolted, his eyes going wide and making a machine beep once.
“Shh, shh, shh. You’re okay. You’re okay” he ran a hand through his hair.
A nurse quickly entered the room, the beeping of the machine probably alerting them.
“Oh, you’re awake” she smiled. “I’m just going to check your vitals real quick.”
“What happened?” He asked.
“You, uh, you went into cardiac arrest during the game” Remus told him.
“Can I still play?”
Remus laughed “You just almost died and literally died multiple times and that’s what you ask. And yes you still can once you’re healed but you’ll be out for the rest of the season to recover and give you’re heart time to rest”
“Wait so I had a heart attack?”
“No. You’re heart stopped.”
“Why?” Sirius’s asked. Sticking his arm out for the nurse to pull out an IV that wasn’t needed anymore.
“You exercise too much love” Remus smiled at him.
“That can cause my heart to stop?” He asked the nurse.
“Yes. You overwork it when it beats too fast while you work out. Eventually it gives out.” She explained.
“Oh, can it happen to the other guys?” He asked, concerned.
“It’s rare.” The nurse shook her head. “And from the looks of it, the excessive exercise goes back to your childhood”
“Baise mes parents”
“Fuck your parents is correct. I’m pretty sure the guys are plotting a murder plan in the waiting room” he joked.
“Good”
“I’ll leave you two to plot a murder alone” the nurse smiled before leaving the room.
“I like her, she seems nice” Sirius told him, still a tiny bit loopy from the meds.
“Yeah she does seem nice” Remus smiled.
“Are you okay?” Sirius squeezed his hand.
“Don’t worry about me”
“Too bad I’m going too anyway.”
Remus smiled sadly. “You terrified me baby. I thought I was going to lose you.”
“I’m right here, mon amour”
“I know you are. I just... realized I can’t live without you.”
“And you won’t have too. Now lean down so I can kiss you”
Remus giggled and leaned down, letting Sirius kiss him. He kissed back. It wasn’t a deep kiss but Remus poured everything into it. I love you. You scared me. I need you here with me. I love you more than anything. I can’t live without you.
“I love you” Sirius said when they pulled away.
“I love you too”
Remus sat back down as the doctor knocked on the door.
“You’re teams driving me insane.” He smiled.
“Yeah they do that a lot” Sirius told him.
“Alright, don’t let them hug you and mess up your stitches, I already told them that but I don’t think they’ll listen.”
Sirius nodded. “Am I allowed to sit the bed up. My backs hurting from laying down”
“Yes you can. Just not too far.” He told him before leaving to go get some of the team.
Remus helped him move the bed up. Kissing his forehead when he was sitting up.
“I love you” he muttered against it.
“Love you too” Sirius responded.
Remus knew he had told him that a lot today but if that was all he could said for the rest of his life he would mind.
A few minutes James, The Cubs, Dumo, Celeste, Natalie, and Lily burst into the room.
“Oh merci putain tu es en vie” James gasped.
“I am alive” Sirius laughed.
“If you die again I’ll kill you”
“That’s not at all how it works” Remus told him.
“I’ll make it work”
“We’re glad you’re okay. You scared us for a while there” Dumo told him.
“One could say you have us a heart attack” James smirked.
“Oh my god that was the worse joke I have ever heard in my life” Sirius groaned with a laugh.
“I think it was a pretty good one, si je le dis moi-même”
The girls all kissed his cheek and then scattered across the room to find a place to sit.
“So, what exactly happened?” Sirius asked them.
“You just looked...bad. Like you were pale and kept wincing and rubbing your chest. So I went to tell Remus to check to make sure you were okay and you completely collapsed.” James told him.
“Everyone was around you, Moody and Remus were trying to figure out what happened and the medics were taking forever. We screamed for them but they still took too long. Moody said you were in cardiac arrest and started CPR” Leo picked up.
“They made us go onto the ice so they could work on you. Moody and Coach were the only one allowed on the bench. Remus was freaking out and so was everyone else. The Hufflepuff team came over and we told them what happened. And then they wheeled you out on a stretcher” Logan continued.
“What does everyone know?”
“Just that it was you that it happened too. They were doing CPR on you when you were rushed out. They asked the other team what happened but they said it wasn’t their place to tell. Coach said they’ll have to release a statement in a few. He’ll come back and talk to you about it in a little.” Dumo told him.
“What treatment did I get?”
“You were on a ventilator for a litttle while they were trying to stabilize you.” Remus explained. “Once you were stable for a while they did a surgery to place an ICD in your chest. It’s a small device that will monitor your heartrate and heart beat. If something happens it will send a shock through your heart. I don’t know much else about it so the doctor will have to explain it.”
“But I can still play with it in?”
“Yes. You can still play.” Remus smiled.
“Good” he said with a nod.
“Why is your biggest concern hockey after you just died?” Dumo asked.
“Because it is”
“You’re impossible, you know that?” Remus laughed, kissing his temple.
“When can I leave the hospital?”
The others shared looks.
“What? How long?”
“Cardiac arrest is really serious baby” Remus told him.
“How long?” He repeated firmly.
“A month”
“What? But I’m perfectly fine” he exclaimed.
“I know you are but that’s just for right now.” Remus told him. “But 40% of people die within a year after cardiac arrest”
Sirius threw his head back against the pillow.
“I’m sorry, baby”
“Fuck my parents”
“We have the murder planned” Kasey told him.
“You’re the one to kill them” Natalie added.
“Good”
“No one is killing anyone. But if it’s okay with you, we can tell people about it and the reason your heart stopped.” Remus told him.
“I’ll have to call Reg about it. Ask him about it or I can say that he was the favorite child so they didn’t do anything to him.”
Remus nodded. “You’re parents have to pay for what they did” he said as he moved the piece of hair that won’t stay out of his face.
“Yeah” The coversation was cut off as the nurse from before walked in.
“How are you feeling?” She asked.
“I’m okay, my chest is a little sore but it doesn’t like, hurt-hurt” he told her.
Everyone tensed before she responded with a nod.
“With the surgery and multiple rounds of CPR, you probably will be for a while. If it gets more than sore tell us right away” she said as she checked his blood pressure.
Sirius nodded and squeezed Remus’s hand, it was still tensed up. He tugged on it lightly. Remus stood up and kissed the corner of his mouth. Relaxing immediately.
“Alright, vitals are good. Dr. Hudson will be in soon to talk about further treatment.” She told him, closing the door as she left.
Sirius reaches for his necklace subconsciously, jolting forward when he couldn’t feel it.
“I have it. You took it off so it would break on the ice. Remember?” Remus pulled it out of his pocket.
Sirius nodded, sitting up to let Remus clasp it around his neck.
“Good thing you took it off. They would of had to cut it off it you hadn’t.”
Sirius nodded, relaxing as he fidgeted with it.
Dr. Hudson walked in a few moments later.
The team stood up, promising to be back later.
“Alright” he pulled up a chair. “So you’re going to be staying here for a month. Just so that we can monitor you and make sure that your ICD works like it should. If you go into cardiac arrest or have any other heart issues we’ll have to keep you hear longer. 40% of people discharged from the hospital after cardiac arrest die within a year.” He told them.
“So what do I do about hockey?” Sirius asked.
“That’s literally all you’re concerned about” Remus shook his head with a smile.
Dr. Hudson chuckled. “You’ll be able to play next year.”
“Next year” he exclaimed.
“Sorry but we have to make sure you won’t die again” he smiled at how upset he was.
“After you’re discharged from the hospital and you rest for 2 weeks you’ll be able to sit on the bench during practices and games.”
“Good I still get to yell at them” he smirked.
Remus and the doctor both laughed.
“Your Coach is going to be here in a few minutes. So I’ll leave you all to discuss what ever you need to discuss.”
They thanked him as he stood and left the room.
As sad, Coach Weasly entered a few minutes later with a guy in a suit. “This is Mr. Tela. He’s from the league and is going to make the formal statement” he told them.
Mr. Tela shook Remus’s hand before going to shake Sirius’s.
Sirius winced and sharply inhaled in pain when he at up and extended his arm. “Sorry, forgot I had stitches”
“Perfectly fine” Mr. Tela smiled.
“So what’s the statement going to be?” Sirius asked.
“We need to be careful to not not scare your fans. There’s already mass panic at the fact that Winters screamed that he was dying. And the fact that you where taken away with someone doing frantic CPRhas obviously made fans assume the worst.”
“When are you making the statement? Do I have to say anything or is the league going too?”
“The league will announce it. It’s been over 12 hours since it happened so we’ll have to announce it soon.”
Remus blinked. 12 hours. It felt like just minutes ago but at the same time it felt like years.
“What’s the statement going to say?” Remus asked.
“This is what we have for now. You two can add anything or ask for it to be removed.” He took out two pieces of paper that had the statement printed on it.
Gryffindor Lion Captain, 24 year old, Sirius Black collapsed during the Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff game last night. The reason for the collapse was cardiac arrest. Black was quickly rushed to the hospital where they were able to revive him. He will be hospital for the next few months. Sadly, he will be unable to play until next year to make sure his heart will be able to stay stable. The reason for the cardiac arrest is unknown as of now.
“Wait why aren’t we telling them the reason for it?” Sirius asked.
“We weren’t sure if you would want it to be known yet.” Mr. Tela said. “If you would like the reason to be included we can add it.”
“I’ll have to talk to my brother about it. See if he wants everyone to know how shitty out parents are.”
Mr. Tesla nodded. “We’ll give you sometime to do that. Just call or text your coach when you’ve made a decision and we’ll come back in and talk about what exactly to say.”
“Thank you” Sirius thanked him.
They stood and left the room.
“Merde, I don’t have my phone”
“Here” Remus pulled it out of his pocket. “Grabbed it from your bag.”
“I love you” Sirius smiled, leaning over and kissing him.
“I love you too. Now call your brother.”
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