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moonstruckme · 1 year ago

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Hello you wonderful, WONDERFUL creation of brilliance! I have another request for the 1k if thats alright.

I think it would be two ghosts?? But its reader x remus (again) where she know hes a werewolf without being told and uses halloween to tell/show him because she can see how guilty he feels for not telling her and scared to tell her.

How/why she knows and how she tells him is up to you love!!

Thank you love x (hopefully that's coherent, toddlers suck and ive only slept 3hrs 😭)

Thanks for requesting (and omg, I hope the toddler(s) become more manageable) <3

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Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

Remus comes to the door looking endearingly rumpled. He’s wearing pajama bottoms and a wrinkled t-shirt, his hair is fluffy from lying in bed all day, and his pillowcase has left a faintly pink crease on his cheek. You gather all this from the split second between him opening the door and promptly shutting it in your face.

“Remus?” you knock again. “Come on, let me in.”

After a moment in which you can picture him sighing laboriously on the other side, the door cracks open just wide enough for you to see one eye, narrowed with displeasure. Were it anyone else or under any other circumstances, you’d really be quite offended. “What are you doing here?” he asks.

You hold up your bag. “I didn’t think you’d want to face the slew of trick-or-treaters bound for your house alone. I brought movies for us and candy for them. Or, well, the candy can be for both, actually.”

Remus is silent for a moment, and you press at the door insistently. “Let me in, Rem.”

He capitulates with a sigh, stepping back to let the door fall open. His apartment is dark, every curtain drawn, and it takes your eyes a second to adjust after stepping out of the sunlight. There’s half a dozen empty takeout containers strewn about the coffee table, and the space has the stale aroma that comes from lack of movement.

Remus has that aroma, too, you realize as you step closer to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek regardless. He looks like he could use it.

“Sorry about the mess,” he says dully. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

“Course you weren’t,” you wave him off. “How could you have been? You’ve been avoiding me all week.”

Remus closes his eyes as if this conversation is already too much for him, and you feel instantly guilty.

“It’s okay, honey,” you say gently, stacking the takeout containers to clear some space for your candy. “You’re allowed to take some time to yourself. It’d be nice if you’d let me know in the future, but I’m not upset at you. I promise.”

His features relax slightly, a tension you’d barely noticed around his eyes easing. “Thanks, love. Sorry.”

“It’s really alright,” you promise, taking him by the hand to pull him down onto the couch with you. “Listen, you seem like you’re not feeling well, so I know you might not want company right now, but would you be open to just having a relaxing night? We can watch Halloween movies and eat sweets, and I’ll handle all the trick-or-treaters.”

“Yeah?” Remus looks at you with something between hope and sadness, and your heart breaks for him. You squeeze his hand lightly, like your boyfriend is a sponge that you can squeeze all the woe out of and force to absorb your love instead. “That sounds really nice, dove. Thank you.”

“Course,” you say brightly, and you’re unable to resist pressing your lips to his cheek again before you turn back to your bag, laying your small collection of movies on the table. “Okay, we have some options.”

Remus hums. “Well, there’s Halloween, the obvious choice.”

“But too obvious?” you muse. “I mean, we definitely have time to watch more than one, but we only get to watch these at a certain time of year, love. Let’s not be hasty.” He chuckles, and your heart flutters. “I know The Exorcist is a classic, but it might be too scary for me, honestly. Um…Dracula is good…oh! This one’s my favorite.”

Remus looks to where you’re pointing. “The Werewolf of Washington?”

You pretend you don’t hear the slightly hoarse quality of his voice. “Yup! It’s so funny, and I like that it’s technically a Halloween movie even though werewolves aren’t really scary.”

He pauses. “You don’t think so?”

You do your best to appear blasé, knowing you have to tread carefully here. “No, of course not,” you say, as if the mere idea is foolish. “I mean, they’re dangerous, sure, but as people, they don’t really mean any harm. It’s not their fault.”

Remus is being oddly quiet, and you babble on anxiously.

“If I were a werewolf, I’d hope my friends wouldn’t care about me any less. It’s not like it’s me, it’s just something I have to deal with once a month. I mean, would you stop loving me if I turned out to be a werewolf?”

“No,” Remus says slowly, eyes narrowed to the point where they’re just amber. The circles under his eyes look really dark, you note with concern. You wonder if he hasn’t been sleeping. “Is there something you’re trying to tell me?”

You take a breath, gnawing on your lip. “I think it’s more about if there’s anything you want to tell me.”

He slouches into the cushions, features slackening in resignation. “Seems like you already know.”

“I’m sorry to do it this way,” you say genuinely, grateful that he hasn’t pulled his hand from your grip as you run your thumb over his knuckles soothingly. “I know it’s your secret, and you should get to tell anyone whenever you like, but I’ve known for awhile, and when James told me how down you’ve been this week—”

“What,” Remus says sharply, “did James say exactly.”

“He only told me that you were sick. I asked if you might like a visitor, and he said he thought you’d rather be alone.” Remus sighs, tipping his head back against the couch. You can see the strain of the upcoming full moon on his face, his features pale and gaunt.

“He didn’t have to tell me, honey,” you say quietly. “I guessed on my own. I know it’s a big deal, and I’m sure it’s been a massive burden for you." You run your thumb tenderly over the dark circles under his eyes. “I just wish you wouldn’t assume it’d be a burden to me, too. Give me some credit here, Lupin.”

You feel his cheek twitch as he resists a smile, however small.

“I don’t care, you know,” you go on, emboldened. “I just want to be there for you. It’s killed me not being there for you every month. I’m sorry, love, I couldn’t take it anymore.”

Remus opens his eyes, and your heart swells at the fondness in his gaze, even if it's mingled with wariness.

“Would you watch some movies with me, please?” you ask enticingly. “Or we can nap, or just sit here. Whatever you want to do.”

“You sure you want to stick around?” he asks, and you know he’s talking about more than just tonight. “This time of the month is not pleasant. I’m not pleasant.”

You let your hand slide from his face down to his shoulder, rubbing delicately. “I don’t need you to be pleasant,” you tell him. “I just need you to let me be here.”

Remus sighs. “Alright, but we’re watching Halloween. That werewolf movie is shit.”

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ofdreamsanddoodles · 2 years ago

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Re: Trigun 98 Knives' backstory being fucked up:

Saw your post, and seconded, also ilu 🍰

Like. Literally what the hell was the Captain of that ship even doing? Why the hell was Brad allowed to do the shit he did? To Mary, and the twins especially. Knives going straight to Murder Is The Only Solution makes me think that Knives tried to take Brad's behavior (before Brad escalated to hitting Vash) up with Rem or the Captain before, and just. Absolutely fuck all came of it, and then it just got Worse, so Knives was just like, "Alright, time for mind control and murder. Its the only way to be safe". Rem, I love you, but please. Please, somebody help these kids. (I'm not really sure what they could of done, save maybe putting Brad in cryo again if the Captain talking to him didn't work. Maybe switch him out with another Plant engineer? Hope it goes better this time? But Idk how much that actually solves...)

(you mean steve, not brad, brad only has something to do with Being Bad At Caring For Plant Children in stampede)

i feel like rem definitely had to have known in some capacity, but had failed to really process the severity of it, especially considering like, this is happening to Children & had said something kind of wishy washy about oh, steve is just adapting to having you guys on board, he's mean now, but he'll start to understand in time, & then as time went on knives saw how much steve was harassing mary & how the smarter the twins got, the more mad steve was getting for being able to do what he couldnt & knives was just like. okay yeah. this man has got to go. i don't think he even had to do mind control. thats part of the fucked up part! rowan & mary knowingly lied about this bc of how much they hated spending time w steve. rem is the only one who stands up for him while the captain just kind of stood by & watched it all unfold. so thats like... three different people out of the six other members aboard the ship who are willing to make up a story to get this man on ice. like how much was this captain just. NOT listening for this to get to that point!!

we see a lot of steve's issues is how he feels uncomfortable with how much better the twins are at stuff than he is, and i feel like thats an issue that could like. genuinely be solved in therapy. like you didn't need to do all this you just needed to deal with his toxic masculinity. but no one stood up for mary when she was being groped & no one stood up for vash when he was being hit so everything fell apart in the worse possible way imaginable

#asks #trigun #also mary jokes at some point that vash & knives can do steve;s job better than him #so like. if he WAS put into sleep earlier #they may have been like. fine #its just no one wanted to talk it out so they could never get to that point

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godsofdeathloveoranges · 1 year ago

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Ok i started thinking more bc i actually really like this concept

The original generation is a bit more difficult. (More under cut cause this gets a bit lenghty)

The best way for a Misa-L-Light swap would probably be to swap around so if Misa -> L, then L-> Light, then Light -> Misa.... buuut I'm not keen on that for the sole reason being I'm just not very into Lawlight, which is what you'd get with Light being the obsessive one over L. And tbf I think an AU like that already exists, so.

So instead... hmmm

I'm going to swap L and Light directly (since tbf Near and Mello swap is a direct 1-on-1 role swap also instead of a more adjacent role swap like Matt and Halle). I've seen the idea of a Misa <--> Matsuda swap, so I'll do that!

Ooh.... OOOH IDEA IDEA.

Just like how Matsuda is kind of looked down upon a little by the task force, it would be really interesting if they did the same with Misa but because she's a blonde bombshell and people generally consider women to be less competent at a "man's" job. It doesn't help that she's a little airheaded and forgetful and times, and so bubbly and cheerful people forget (or dont want to) take her seriously. I think this plays into how Misa's intelligence is severely downplayed in the canonical story too, and even by the author :( She could have her own "prove I deserve to be here" moment like the Matsuda episode- except it's more of an Elle Woods thing, thematically, lolol

As for Matsuda... he's pretty, but maybe instead of being an idol/model, we could shake things up a little and make him a musician instead? So still able to achieve a celebrity status, just a bit different for Flavour. His stage name would be Matsui, maybe, or MatsuMatsu. I feel like his aesthetic would definitely be the "boy next door" type, something comforting and appealing to a lot of teen girls who gush over how sweet and silly he is.

That moves us onto Light and L (i got excited about Misa and Matsuda I did them first oop)- L (though ig you couldnt call him L here he'd probably go by Ryuzaki?) would be the rich kid whose kind of aloof but popular for that reason. Going to steal off Misa's backstory and say he has one similar, his parents died as victims of a violent crime when he was very young and his adoptive father, Watari (who would swap with Soichiro here), took him in and raised him with ideals of justice. He planned to become a detective, until the Death Note dropped etc.

Maybe it can be Rem who drops it too. Just cause Matsuda and Ryuk already have a hilarious dynamic

Matsui is obsessed with him because... er... um... I guess he thinks he's cool and stuff? He shares his ideals? Up to you if you want the obsession to be platonic or romantic

Light is of course the brilliant genius from birth, with Soichiro acting as his Watari. Not much to add there tbh, it wouldn't be much different to when he was acting as L I guess... and I realise he would still be called "L" LOL. OH but maybe instead of eating sweets he eats a lot of apples LOL. .. Maybe instead of going by L, he could go by Light? Like how L's assumed 'pseudonym' is just his whole name...

Actually no, keep the initial thing, but have his fake name (the "Ryuzaki" equivalent) be "Light". It's not as odd as L, but again, who really expects a Japanese kid to be names after the ENGLISH word? (Um... sorry if there are any irl Lights out there).

Bonus points Light's infamous "potato chip" scene could be replaced with L and like, a bar of chocolate lol. Or if thats too Mello-esque, I guess any sweet works. And instead of apples, Rem likes... strawberries! Both red fruits, but L is associated with strawberry a lot

Okay who next... Ig the task force could just switch around Mogi and Aizawa- though tbh i feel like for the most part their roles are similar enough. Uhmmm... idk about Ide he might just stay the same.

Takada... takada... swapped with Naomi, maybe-? After all, Naomi's probably the closest female character we have in-series to L. And Takada would make a good FBi agent... or whatever the japanese equivalent is lol

Ik BB doesnt show up but smn said he should swap with Naomi, but if she already swapped... hmmm... i guess just swap him with whoever A was? I mean he doesnt show up s-

WAIT

SAYU-!

I mean BB isnt really a brother to L but they grew up in the same orphanage together so I guess there's something to be said there about that (not implying ppl in the same orphanage are sibling tho lol im just trying to make a connection)... and I guess with the successor thing + looking physically similar you could (kind of) consider that a.. somewhat similar role? Idk i see people making fics about sayu taking up the death note and going down a dark path so fuck it. BB!Sayu. She used to look up to her older brother but then couldnt take the pressure and went on a killing spree (sorry sayu lol)

I think thats everyone?

OH WAIT mikami ugh

...im totally stumped ive got nothing. It would have to be someone that was on L/Near's side and is now on the Kira side... hmmm... I've got nothing, sorry 😭

... thinking about a.... swap AU

I love swap AUs there's a lot to do with them, whether they're personality swaps or role swaps or gender swaps/bends etc

I'm specifically thinking about a personality swap/roleswap au rn though

Mainly because I like the idea of Near with a big burn scar across his face, and Mello crouched surrounded by screens and games... I want to see how that would look...

Whilst a temperamental Near is fun to imagine I like to think his rage would be more of an icy one. And it would be interesting to see a more subdued but not completely calm Mello.

I think maybe instead of children's games, Mello could play seemingly one-sided board and card games? And he puts down the move corresponding to his "opponent's" actions. And Near would be a chocolate liker he'd just eat white chocolate instead of milk/dark LMAOOO.

I just realised i have no clue who to swap Matt with... nuts. My first thought was Linda, since she shows up time to time in fanon as Near's friend, but she doesnt have a role in the story itself.

...Halle, maybe? Yeah... maybe... Halle could be the ride-or-die friend. Or- hm, I know. Gevanni could take the place of Halle originally- and be the SPK leak. And then have Matt take the place of Halle. I guess Rester would stay the same i cant think of who'd replace him LOL.

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safetycar-restart · 2 years ago

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we all know pierre has a fondness of a certain position (wink wink 🐶). but i only see people write about pierre being the one fucking (which don’t get me wrong him fucking bunny brainless with bunny not being able to support his own head and shoulders anymore is so insanely brain numbingly hot). but what about him wanting to try it. or, him being so cocky about his skills in fucking you decide thats a bit much.

like he’s just finished fucking bunny into the mattress. charles is literally just melted on the bed, his own cum smeared on his abs from where he collapsed stomach first into his mess and he has no way of moving because his limbs are jelly. don’t get me wrong pierre is good at fucking bunny in this position, like insanely good. but he was being way too cocky whilst fucking charles, smirking the whole time. just before he came inside charles, still smirking fyi, you tell him straight up not to come. the smirk on his face stops instantly and charles whines and whines wanting pierre’s cum to fill him. you stroke charles’s hair and shoulders and shush him and give him kisses, whilst giving pierre a slight glare. and poor pierre is just like ‘wtf i gave her precious baby boy like two orgasms just from my amazing skills and she won’t let me come r u joking?’

so after charles get’s his aftercare and he’s just still a singular braincell and so happy and warm, he’s in pierre’s joggers that fall off his little waist and one of the purposefully oversized jumpers of yours that fits him just big enough to look baggy, and he’s happily snuggled into the couch with fluffy blankets and water next to him and he’s set up to watch cars 2, yet we all know he’s just trying to stay awake for you but he’ll be asleep within a minute. one little kiss on his forehead before walking back to the bedroom where pierre is still nude and so so hard. like he’s kind of annoyed he wasn’t allowed to cum. and its so quick how it comes on.

strap, on. pierre, hands-and-knees, his tight little ass, opened up and drenched with lube. and he’s so confused but also slightly happy that he’s getting fucked. ‘you were a bit too cocky there, acting like a little slut who could fuck better than anyone.’ ‘never had this before have you? excited to see what bunny loves?’ ‘be good for me and take me and he’ll curl up to you whilst i take care of you’

and he’s a mess when you push in. the dildo stretches him perfectly, and hits his prostate instantly. and its a quick ride from there. hes gripping the sheets desperately and his brain is entirely just focused on being good for once. and one slap to his pretty ass and he’s done. cumming and collapsing the same way charles did. ‘i can do it as well as you, do not get too cocky’

and then u clean him, make sure he’s okay and u guys go into the living room and surprise surprise charles is asleep. u cuddle up with him and a small smile comes on his face when he can smell u too. and u watch pierre start to dose off and just as he reaches the brink of sleep ‘you did so well baby, fucked our bunny well and then took me perfectly’

and then theres two asleep with smiles on there faces. its only 10:30.

my god i ramble a lot. but i couldnt sleep thinking abt this.

- 🍁

I... oh my god?? 🍁 anon you are becoming too powerful because I read this and then just stared at the wall for a while because this is so fucking good. I'm gonna try to add more thoughts but this is fucking perfect as it is already so I doubt I can make it any better.

Firstly, I am fully obsessed with how fucking pierre is almost a punishment for being too cocky when fucking Charles? Cause yes, of course pierre fucks bunny well and you're very happy with that, but pierre is your sub too.

Sometimes you want him to be knocked down a few pegs and remember that he is your sub as much as he is Charles's Dom, and that he only gets to fuck bunny like that because you left him.

You decide to do this because you know that pierre absolutely loves when you take control and remind him of his place.

The moment you tell pierre not to cum, he pulls out. Of course he's upset because he wants to cum and poor bunny is not at all happy about not getting Pierre's cum, but neither of them complain or even think about disobeying? Because they're both your good boys. They always listen to you.

You leave pierre there while you clean Charles and get him situated on the couch. You know that Pierre loves when you make him wait, so you can focus on Charles.

I adore the idea of Charles choosing Cars 2? I think he has a wide selection of animated movies to watch and he only watches them for aftercare and loves them so much. Sometimes he'll make you and pierre watch with him? He tends to fall asleep within the first ten minutes, but you and Pierre always watch the whole movie through because that's what Charles wanted and wake him up with kisses when the credits start rolling.

You double check with charles that he's okay with being on his own for a little while, and he really is? He's so comfy and safe and well taken care of and he knows you're going to go into the bedroom to treat Pierre how Pierre loves to be treated. He's more than happy to cuddle on the couch with his soft clothes and blankie and water and Cars 2.

When you get back to the bedroom, the smirk has been wiped off of Pierre's face because he knows he's going to get punished a little for being too cocky.

You make quick work of stretching and positioning pierre, because you know that he's already very desperate and wants it rough. He relaxes so well against your hand, opening up perfectly for you and shaking as you finally get him stretched enough.

You choose his favourite dildo, the one you like to make him bounce on in the corner while you treat Charles softly and attach it to your strap on.

Pierre thinks he's going to ride you or be fucked in missionary, but then you grab him and push his head down onto the bed, making him get into doggy style and pierre is instantly obsessed.

He only realises you're fucking him the same way he fucked bunny earlier when you say, "You're not the only who can fuck like this, remember that". And then... fuck he's absolutely gone.

He always knew it would feel good, but it feels even better than he thought possible. You keep a bruising pace, fucking pierre hard and fast until he can't remember his own name, until he's moaning and whimpering so much that Charles can probably hear him from the living room.

The pain from spanking his ass makes him lose it. He was so close to cumming when you made him stop fucking Charles, and then you stretched him and fucked him so hard so of course the pain from the singular spank was the tipping point.

He completely collapses, in exactly the same way Charles did. In fact, he actually collapses into bunny's puddle of cum? Which Pierre realises and then very nearly gets hard again.

Of course he gets his aftercare with Charles.

Bunny is so happy when pierre comes shuffling into the living room, immediately opening his arms for pierre to come cuddle and to hear about what happened.

Also, it should be noted that bunny insists on seeing you do it next time? The idea of you fucking pierre doggy style makes his single braincell implode because it's simply too good.

He simply must see it for himself.

#poly!piarles #sub!charles #sub!pierre #pg #cl #nsfw.#f!reader #poly!dom/sub/sub #🍁

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rabidredsalsa · 3 years ago

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hii hope ur having a good day :)) may i request a tsukasa (project sekai) with a reader (preferably fem if thats ok) that's like misaki from hello, happy world for his group? like, she works as a mascot for the amusement park and has to stay there for hours in the heat lol- and she's in the same class as him so he finds it so interesting how she can switch from being monotone and tired to the hyper energetic mascot

I LOVE THIS CONCEPT SM WTF ANON THANK YOU SM FOR REQUESTING THIS I LOVE MISAKI SM!!

Tsukasa Tenma x Burnt out/Mascot!Reader

okay, first of all, he'd be so confused how he managed to fall in love with someone like you (IN A POSITIVE WAY OFC), but is also sure of the causes??

he thinks it's beyond endearing how this job is practically killing you day by day yet you still care about the troupe and find the strength to put up with emu and rui's nonsense

though he does admit it's really sad how emu still hasn't figured out you and phenny are, actually, shockingly, impossibly, the same person

he's willing cancel plans and change his schedule for the sole purpose of spending time with you and helping/getting you to relax

100% lets you stay over at his house if you're incredibly exhausted and feel like ranting

honestly, he's your no1 supporter!!

he always gives you the biggest hug when you finally take off that cursed costume after every show, occasionally littering your face with kisses and letting you know that "you did wonderfully today! almost as great as me, ahahaha!!"

still, he finds it nearly inhuman how you can go from "i just wanna go back home.." to "sorry, y'all! i was just close to entering REM sleep, hah! just kidding, let's get this show started!"

honestly he's just as exhausted as you are when it comes to emu's density

"wahh, that was a great show! hey phenny, what did you- huh? where did phenny go?! AHH WAIT WHO IS THAT" "oh, um." "emu, that's y/n? the person who plays phenny?" "what do you mean?!! there's a girl coming out of phenny's body!" "emu-" "RUIRUI GET THE WRENCH QUICKK"

he did not get the wrench, but a cardboard scrap of what was.. supposed to be a tree prop?

but besides that incident, it's mostly her thinking you're "phenny's friend" and completely denying your existence, and him having had yelled at her multiple times about it

other than that he's super patient with you and loves your company SO much dude

you always manage to somehow make him laugh with your sarcastic retellings of what stupid stuff emu said, and vice versa, he always makes you crack up with storytimes about he almost died at the hands of the rui

very verbally affectionate. finds all sorts of nicknames for you like sometimes they're in different languages and there's a new one nearly every day

physically affectionate too! if you're okay with it, of course. and it all depends on ur love language tbh

he'd constantly be hugging you or holding your hand, letting you know he's there for you and your efforts are recognized and more than appreciated

TSUKASA NATION RISE

#project sekai #proseka #fluff #wonderlands x showtime #project sekai x reader #tenma tsukasa #tsukasa tenma #tsukasa tenma x reader #tenma tsukasa x reader

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marauders-venting · 3 years ago

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Pardon My French

pairing: wolfstar (sirius x remus)

genre: fluff

warnings: none

words: 3556

note: thank you to @ probably_wizardingworld_artist on instagram for helping me translate things into french. also i got some of the lines that sirius says from this website https://www.fluentu.com/blog/french/french-pick-up-lines/

a/n: if you dont speak french (like me) dont look up a translation! everything will be clear by the end of the fic and its more fun if you find out along with remus. i mean, i cant really stop you if you want to translate the sentences but thats just my advice :)

Remus was sitting in the library, a French to English dictionary open on his lap, sighing in frustration as he flipped through the pages. For the past couple of weeks, Sirius had taken to murmuring things in French under his breath and it drove Remus crazy that he didn’t know what they meant. He had asked Sirius on several occasions but Sirius always refused to tell him. But the fact that he didn’t understand the words wasn’t the only reason it drove him crazy when Sirius spoke French. It’s not Remus’ fault that Sirius sounds really hot when his lips curve around the words in “the language of love”.

Remus tries not to think about it but it’s becoming increasingly more difficult because every time they’re alone together Sirius seems to find something to say in French (if only to piss Remus off).

The last time Sirius had said something in French to him had been last weekend. It was the first sunny weekend since the winter and Marlene had suggested that they all go down to the lake for a swim.

Remus’ brain could barely form a single coherent thought from the moment Sirius took off his shirt; he was too busy trying not to stare. He remembered jumping into the lake and trying to get warm by swimming to the far side, away from all his friends. Sirius had followed him to make sure he was okay.

“I’m fine,” he had said, smiling slightly at Sirius. “Just cold.”

“Oh okay,” Sirius said, looking relieved. He had glanced back at their friends before whispering, “On devrait t’arrêter pour excès de beauté sur la voie publique” and submerging his head in the water and swimming back to James, Peter, Lily, Marlene, Dorcas, Mary and Alice. Remus had felt a shiver down his spine that had nothing to do with the cold.

Then there was the time that Sirius had skipped Quidditch practice to visit Remus in the hospital wing after a particularly bad full moon. James, being the captain, had been able to delay the practice so that he and Peter could come to visit as well but they had to practice for the game the following day. James had to be at the practice because he was the captain and Peter had to be there because they didn’t have another Keeper to fill in. But James had given Sirius permission to stay with Remus (which showed just how terrible he felt that he couldn’t stay as well). They watched a bit of the practice from the hospital wing but Remus was getting frustrated, having to stay in a hospital bed for so long. So, after clearing it with Madam Pomfrey, Sirius helped Remus climb all the way to the Astronomy Tower. They sat up there watching the sunset when Sirius said, “Il y a tellement de soleil dans tes yeux que je bronze quand tu me regardes.”

“Ugh, do you make it your life goal to patronize me?” Remus had said.

“Of course, Moony, what else would I live for?”

“Are you ever going to stop doing that?” he asked.

“Probably not,” Sirius had replied, grinning at him. “It’s too much fun.”

“Why do you even bother?” Remus said. “You know I don’t understand a single word of what you’re saying. Why don’t you go talk to someone who speaks French?”

“Because then they’d know what I was saying,” Sirius replied simply. He had refused to answer any more of his questions.

Remus had needed to spend that night in the hospital wing again. All night, Sirius’ voice rang through his head but every time he tried to make something coherent of it, actually words or letters or even sounds, he couldn’t. He could never remember what Sirius had said long enough to actually look it up or ask anyone.

But lately, Remus had noticed that Sirius had been repeating the same sentence in French practically every day. He recognises the sound of the words in Sirius’ mouth.

So today, Remus waited until he was alone with Sirius, waited for Sirius to say what Remus knew he would. And when he did Remus repeated the words in his head a million times until he remembered them. And now Remus was in the library and looking up the words in a dictionary.

He knew that he could’ve gone to Lily and asked her to translate it for him but he didn’t want to. He knows it’s stupid but he feels like this is something that Sirius is saying to him and only to him. Remus had never heard Sirius whisper in French to anyone else. And as much as Remus pretended to be annoyed by it, he actually liked that he had this with Sirius. He liked that they had something that was just their own. And even though it was probably nothing, he didn’t want to share it with Lily right now.

Chaque jour je tombe plus amoureux de toi. That was the sentence. Remus looked up each word individually and came to the conclusion that he must have heard wrong or maybe the words were spelt differently to how they were pronounced. Because there was no way in hell that Sirius had said these words to him. It was impossible. Right? Remus didn’t know. And he knew that the only way he could be sure was by asking Lily. He had asked Sirius a million times to no avail. And he needs to know what Sirius has been saying to him, especially now that there’s a chance… No, Remus tells himself, you just translated wrong. Don’t get your hopes up. So Remus gives in. He’d rather ask Lily and find out what Sirius has been saying to him every day for the last month than keep this to himself without even understanding it.

“Hey Lily,” he started, getting her attention. Remus had waited until the two of them were alone, just in case he had translated right. Which he hadn’t. He knows he translated it wrong. But he’d still rather nobody knew about it. “What does ‘chaque jour je tombe plus amoureux de toi’ mean?” He fumbled across the words a bit, hearing how terrible his pronunciation was. Lily looked at him, her eyebrows raised.

“Where on earth did you hear that sentence?” she asked.

“I read it somewhere,” Remus lied easily. “So what does it mean?”

“It means ‘every day, I fall more in love with you.’” Remus’ jaw dropped open. “Remus, who told you they’re in love with you?”

“What? Nobody! What makes you think someone said that to me?”

“You said that you read that sentence somewhere but if you had read it, you would have no idea how to pronounce it. Besides the look on your face when I told you what it means is more than enough. So who was it?”

“None of your business,” he said. “But y–you’re kidding, right? That’s not actually what it means. Right?”

“No, I’m not kidding, Rem. That’s what it means,” she replied, laughing at the look on his face. “Come on, tell me who it was.”

“No fucking way,” Remus said. “Besides, they’re probably joking. I mean… no, they’re definitely joking.” Lily shrugged.

“Just ask them,” she said. “And then you have to tell me who your secret admirer is.” She poked him in the side.

“Stooooop,” he said, jumping away from her and laughing against his will. “I’m going.” He got up and started walking away.

“Have fun with your mystery lover,” she called after him without looking back. Remus rolled his eyes but his mind was racing. So apparently he hadn’t been wrong. That was what Sirius had said to him. What does this even mean? He’s teasing you, said a voice in his head, like always. Sirius doesn’t love you. Not like that. But he said he does. Don’t be stupid. Sirius isn’t in love with you. He’s joking. Like always.

The next time Sirius said it, they were in the Room of Requirement. Sirius had ambushed Remus in the middle of his prefect rounds with Lily levitating a cardboard box in midair. Typical. He had practically given Remus a heart attack by interrupting his conversation with Lily, leaving Remus to wonder just how much of the conversation he had overheard.

“So have you talked to your mystery French lover yet?” Lily had teased. Remus groaned.

“No, I haven’t,” he said. “And I probably won’t.”

“Why not?” Lily demanded. “They’re being very romantic, Remus, you should at least appreciate their effort.”

“I’d appreciate it more if they’d just tell me what the fuck they want instead of sending me coded messages that they know I don’t understand,” Remus grumbled.

“Moonyyyyy,” Sirius said, coming up from behind him. Remus jumped, turning around, heart racing in his chest.

“Sirius? What are you doing here?” he asked. “You know it’s after hours, right?” Sirius snorted.

“Yes, Remus, I am fully aware of the fact that I’m breaking a school rule,” he said, smirking.

“Are you aware that technically Remus and I have to turn you in?” Lily said.

“Ah, but do you really plan on doing that, Evans?” Sirius asked.

“That depends,” she replied. “Why are you here?”

“Right,” Sirius remembered, then he turned to Remus. “James forgot to put this box with the rest of the stuff for tomorrow so I said I’d take it. And you’re coming with me.”

“Remind me why again?” Remus said.

“Moony, come on, don’t make me go alone. I’ll be lonely,” Sirius pouted.

“You are insufferable, did you know that?”

“And yet, you’ve tolerated me for 6 years now.”

“Yeah, the keyword there is ‘tolerated’,” Remus said, rolling his eyes. “Lils…” he started, turning to her.

“Nope,” she said before he could even ask. “No way. You are not leaving me to do these rounds alone because then I’ll die of boredom. So unless you want me to tell McGonagall that your planning something for tomorrow, you’re going to finish this floor with me and then I’ll go back to the common room and you can do whatever the fuck you want.”

“Evans…” Sirius pouted.

“Nope, that’s non-negotiable, Black. Also, do I want to ask?” She gestured to the hovering box.

“The less you know, the better,” he said. “Although, I would avoid the classrooms near the dungeons tomorrow if I were you.” She nodded and Remus thought he saw her smile slightly for a second.

“You go on, I’ll catch up,” he said to Sirius, knowing that Lily’s mind would not be changed. He couldn’t blame her. He wouldn’t have let her leave him to finish this chore alone either. She was right, it was painstakingly boring. Which is why he would much rather be with Sirius. But it was only fair that he finished tonight’s rounds with her; she did cover for him around the full moon, after all.

Sirius pouted but knew better than to argue and turned to go to the Room of Requirement. Remus watched him and he disappeared up a flight of stairs. Only then did he notice Lily was smirking at him.

“What?” he asked, sounding a bit defensive.

“So Sirius is your secret French admirer?” she said.

“W–What?” he spluttered. “What makes you think that?”

“Well, for one, the look on your face when he showed up right behind us while we were talking about your mystery lover,” Lily said. “It was the look people make when you’ve just been talking about someone and then they show up and you’re worried that they may have overheard you.”

“That… is a very specific look,” Remus said, avoiding the question she was asking.

“Then you smiled at him when you called him insufferable,” she said.

“So?”

“So it was one of those I’m-smiling-at-you-while-I’m-teasing-you-cause-I’m-secretly-in-love-with-you smiles.”

“Again, that's a very specific expression,” he said.

“Look, I know you like him, so will you just admit it already?”

“Why? What good would that information do you? It’s for me to worry about and for Sirius to never discover, ever.”

“Remus, you’re kidding, right?” she said. “Sirius literally told you that he loves you, in French no less.”

“Exactly, Lily. In French. If he actually meant it, why would he say it in a language that he knows I don’t understand? He just knew that I would look it up and he wanted to make some joke.”

“I really don’t think so, Remus,” Lily said, shaking her head. “I think he really loves you.”

“He doesn’t,” Remus said. “He can’t. Not like that.”

“Remus, do you love him?” she asked. Remus closed his eyes.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “I love him.”

“So why are you doing this to yourself? Just ask him what he meant when he said it. You don’t even have to tell him anything, just ask him what he meant.”

“But… what if he says it was a joke?”

“First of all, I don’t think he will,” Lily said. “But if he does, that’s what you’re expecting, isn’t it? It won’t be a surprise or anything.”

“I know, I know, I just…” Remus sighed and looked away from her. “I don’t think I’m ready to hear him say it. To be properly rejected.”

“Oh, Rem,” she said. They had reached the end of the corridor and Lily stopped to hug him. “Obviously I’m not going to make you do anything. You know what I think. Go find Sirius now, he’ll be waiting for you. Do what you think is right.”

“Yeah,” Remus said, hugging her back. “Yeah, okay.” So Lily went in the direction of the common room and Remus went to the Room of Requirement.

He found Sirius sitting with his back against the wall, the box beside him.

“You’re an idiot,” Remus told him, trying to put the conversation with Lily out of his mind. “You’re practically begging to get caught.” Sirius shrugged.

“I was waiting for you,” he said. “Come on, let’s go in.” They paced back and forth in front of the wall three times. We need a place to hide our things, Remus thought. A door appeared and Sirius opened it, leading the box in with his wand. They had been here before to hide loads of things. The room was pretty cluttered from years of students dumping their things in it but they knew where exactly to hide the box so that they’d be able to find it tomorrow when they needed it. Remus followed Sirius through aisles upon aisles of junk, looking at all the broken, discarded things people threw in here.

They found the corner where they’d left everything else and Sirius added the box to the rest of the pile.

“Are we done here?” Remus asked.

“Yep, we can leave now,” Sirius said. They had started walking back towards the door when Remus heard Sirius say it from behind him.

“Chaque jour je tombe plus amoureux de toi.” Remus turns to him and stops him in his tracks.

“Pads, why do you keep saying that? Who are you talking to?”

“Remus, you are aware that you’re the only one here right? I’m talking to you.”

“Then why… why are you—?”

“I know, I know, you don’t understand French,” Sirius says. “That’s why it's fun. It’s amusing to know something that you don’t, for once.”

“Sirius… I know what that sentence means,” Remus says quietly. Sirius’ neck snaps up.

“What?”

“I know what that sentence means,” Remus repeats.

“No, you don’t,” Sirius says, shaking his head.

“Yeah, I do. I asked Lily after the last time you said it. She translated for me.”

“Fuck, I didn’t know Lily could speak French,” Sirius says, rubbing a hand over his face. “So… so this whole time you’ve known what I’m saying? So you know that I… you know that I… oh god, Remus I’m sorry. I didn’t mean… I didn’t want to… I was just…” Sirius starts to back away, shaking his head and looking anywhere but at Remus. Remus reaches out and grabs his hand.

“Don’t go,” Remus says. “Sirius. Is it a joke? Are you making a joke? Actually, no, don’t tell me. Cause if it’s a joke I’d rather you bury me under all the crap in this room and spare me the pain.”

“What?”

“It’s not a joke, is it?” Remus asked, a pleading look in his eyes.

“No,” Sirius said, softly. “It’s not a joke. I’m sorry, Remus, I didn’t mean to—”

“Shh,” Remus said, pressing a finger to Sirius’ lips. “Sirius,” Remus tucked Sirius’ hair behind his ear. Remus was vaguely aware of Sirius stepping towards him, towards his touch. “I love you, too.” Sirius gapes at him

“Really?” he whispers.

“Yeah,” Remus says. He’s still holding Sirius’ hand. He pulls Sirius closer and lets his other hand graze Sirius’ cheek.

“Puis-je t'embrasser?” Sirius whispers.

“Pads, I… I don’t know what that means.” Sirius lets out a small laugh and looks down at the floor. Then he looks back up at Remus, his grey eyes glistening in the last sliver of sunlight. He’s biting his lip.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please,” Remus says, without thinking. He feels the blush blooming on his cheeks but Sirius is already kissing him, rising on his tip-toes to make his lips reach Remus’. Remus feels electric currents dancing around his body, unable to contain the excitement. He’s kissing Sirius. Sirius is kissing him back. Sirius loves him. Sirius loves him in the same way that he loves Sirius. Sirius is snaking his hands around Remus’ waist pulling him closer. Sirius’ hair is soft, tangled between his fingers. Sirius is here, in his arms, and it’s everything Remus has been wanting and more.

“Wait, so now can you tell me everything you’ve been saying in French the whole time?” They’re sitting in the same large armchair, hands still linked together, legs tucked against their chests, knees and thighs and hips pressed together. Remus is very aware of every point where his skin is making contact with Sirius’. He’s counting them.

They found the armchair in the Room of Requirement; it’s unclear to them whether the chair is something that’s been dumped in the room by somebody else or if the room conjured it up because they were looking for it.

Neither one of them wants to go back to the common room yet. Remus doesn’t want to see Lily’s smirk and to have to admit she was right at the moment. He’ll do that tomorrow. Right now, all he wants is to be with Sirius. To press little kisses to his nose, his cheeks, his jaw, his lips just because he can.

“Oh god,” Sirius says, burying his face in between Remus’ shoulder and the back of the armchair. “It’s like you want me to embarrass myself.”

“This surprises you?” Remus kisses the corner of his mouth. Then his jaw. Then his neck. Just because he can. “Please.”

“Ah fine,” Sirius gives in. “Um, what do you want to know?”

“What did you say that day at the lake?” Remus asks.

“Oh that. I said, ‘on devrait t’arrêter pour excès de beauté sur la voie publique’. It means uh… ugh, you’re going to laugh at me for this. It means ‘you should be arrested for excessive beauty in public’,” Sirius said, blushing. Remus rolled his eyes but he felt his cheeks heat too. He smiles a little.

“What about that day on the Astronomy Tower?” he continues.

“Ugh,” Sirius buries his face in his hands. “You’re trying to kill me. I said, ‘il y a tellement de soleil dans tes yeux que je bronze quand tu me regardes’. Which means, uh… ‘there’s so much sun in your eyes that I get a tan when you look at me.’”

“You’re quite the poet, aren’t you?” Remus smiles. “And what about tonight?”

“I thought you said you knew what that meant,” Sirius says. “Or were you bluffing the whole time?”

“No, I know what it means,” Remus says. “I just want to hear you say it. In English this time, please.”

“So demanding,” Sirius teases. “I’ve said it in French a million times already and you want me to say it in English? What difference does it make?”

“Well, none to you, you speak both languages.”

“Oh, alright,” Sirius says. It’s the first time Remus has seen his face really go red. He decides he likes it. “Every day I fall more in love with you.” Remus can’t hide his smile, nor does he want to, as he leans in to kiss Sirius. He brushes his lips against Sirius’ timidly before connecting them, his hand caressing Sirius’ cheek. Remus loses count of the points of contact between him and Sirius as their bodies melt together and Remus worries that he’s about to wake up from a dream. But when he feels Sirius’ hand gently tracing the scars on his hand he knows that this is real, that Sirius can really love him. Sirius does love him.

People come to the Room of Requirement to throw things away, to hide things that they don’t want anybody else to know about, to leave things they never want to see again. But that night, Remus didn’t just leave something in the Room of Requirement. He found something, too.

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fandom-fae · 3 years ago

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my (personal) queer death note headcanons!!! :D + their answers when asked what their pronouns are

misa: demigirl, pan, “mine are she/her!!!! <3”

light: trans guy, bi with a preference for men, “He/Him.”

L: demiboy, bi, “he/they/she, probably.”

matsuda: pan, but doesn’t know it yet, “he/him/his? thats the guy ones, right?”

near: agender, either bi & demiro or aroace, “they/he/xe. thanks for asking.”

mello: trans guy, doesn’t label his sexuality, “he/him.”

naomi: she’s still questioning, “she/they :)”

halle: lesbian, “i use she/her pronouns.”

matt: gay, but doesn’t know it yet, “he/him lol. wanna play mario kart”

linda: genderqueer, bi, “she/they/he. what about you?”

raye penber: cishet, “the guy ones.”

watari: cishet but vaguely supportive because of L, “he/him. is that how you say it?”

kiyomi: lesbian with comphet, “oh, i use she/her.”

beyond birthday: transmasc & agender, panromantic ace, “he/they. and i’m okay with any neos too!!”

shiori akino: trans girl, straight, “i use she/her!!”

roger: cishet, but big ally because all the wammy’s kids are queer, “mine are… he/him/his.”

ryuk: doesn’t understand human genders & sexualities, cares about apples, “whats a pronoun? do you have any apples”

rem: doesn’t care about human genders, lesbian (for misa specifically), “i think i use she/her, but i don’t mind other ones.”

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queenbrightwhitly · 4 years ago

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Trust You (Pt 4)

A/n: It was getting long so I’m finishing the rest of the episode in another chapter.

You hadn’t spoken to Malcolm the rest of the day. Along with the day after that, but this wasn’t completely your doing. There was a case that needed Malcolm more then anything. An evaluation done by a man who himself was lying, and Malcolm had to trick him.

Both Dani and JT had done their interviews with the suspect, and you had just finished.

Although both Dani and JT felt confident in their performances there was still the chance of a slip up happening.

“Hey.”

You looked up to see Gil staring at you from across his desk. He had been going though the case files almost all morning, he knew that this was a fragile case and that everyone being on their A-game was going to be important today, especially Malcolm.

“Sorry, I guess, I was just-”

“Thinking about Malcolm?” Gil asked, he looked at you already knowing.

You smiled. “That obvious?”

Gil nodded, putting down the case file he leaned back in his chair. “You know he’s going to be alright. Malcolm knows what he’s doing.”

“Thats what worries me.” You muttered.

Just then Malcolm swung open the door to Gils office. He looked straight at you, then back to Gil, then back to you. He obviously was confused as to why you were there. He had his tie in his hand and looked at you, he opened his mouth to say something but instantly closed it as if he second guessed himself. He then turned to Gil. “Can you help me with this?” Malcolm asked.

You rolled your eyes. Something that didn’t go unnoticed by Gil. “Nope,” Gil stood up from his desk. “But she can.” Gil nodded in your direction, giving Malcolm a pat on the shoulder he took one last look at you and then walked out. You knew what Gil was doing, but you couldn’t decide if you liked it yet.

Malcolm had his head down, an annoyed smile gracing his face. He looked back at you. “Um, if you wouldn’t mind, could you- I mean you don’t-”

Getting up from the chair you stood in front of Malcolm, taking a hold of his tie you started to adjust it properly.

“Are you ready?” You broke the silence.

“Am I ready? I slept a full three and a half hours.” Malcolm smirked, when you didn’t respond he continued. “Okay, three, but it was quality. There was definitely some REM mixed in there.” His tone was playful, and you knew he was trying to lighten the mood, however this wasn’t calming your nerves.

“You’re used to being the smartest person in the room. Not today.” Your hand was slightly shaky from nerves. “Dr. Coppenrath is a police psychologist. Internal Affairs trusts him to make sense of minds like yours.”

You finished Malcolms tie. Just as you were about to pull your hands away he quickly took a hold of them. “Hey. Don’t worry, I got this.” Malcolm looked down at you smiling.

“Did you think the same thing with this?” You looked down at Malcolm referring to his hand.

Malcolm sighed, “Y/n, darling-”

“Don’t.” You took a step back. “I’m still trying to make sense of our discussion and the stunt you pulled the other day. Malcolm all I ask is to not underestimate him. The rest of us have already given our statements, so I guess its up to you now.”

Malcolm didn’t say anything else, he knew this wasn’t the time to discuss your conversation, or the risky stunt he pulled. He smiled sweetly and turned to walk away, you couldn’t help your hand but you reached out for his gripping it tightly.

Malcolm turned back surprised, but before he could say anything, you let go, walking past him out of Gils office.

(cut to Y/n interview)

“Agent, L/n, welcome. Please, take a seat.” Dr. Coppenrath motion to the chair across from him.

Taking a seat you watched as he wrote a few things down. Looking up at you he smiled. “So, I can only assume you know what this is about.”

You nodded. “It’s to discuss if Malcolm Bright is suitable to work with the department. Im aware.”

“Good, so, shall we start?” Nodding you leaned back in you chair, this was going to be a long day.

(Back to the storyline.)

“How lucky Malcolm is to be surrounded by this army of nurturing women.” Jessica, smiled sweetly at Dani. “Detective, would you please give my son and I a moment?” Dani nodded, giving Malcolm a quick glance before walking to the other side of the apartment.

“Mom, did you... make a new friend?” Malcolm looked back to the stranger in his room.

“LIsa is my little homecoming gift. She can run your baths, administer your meds and prepare your meals until you have sufficiently recovered.”

“Mom, I don’t need anyone-”

“You know Malcolm, I would almost believe you if I didn’t hear about a certain disagreement you had with my future daughter in law. Honestly, Malcolm what were you thinking?” Jessica took a hold of Malcolms cheek. “You look tired, don’t worry, she will take great care of you while you and Y/n take a break.”

“We are not on a break.” Malcolm cut in. “She just needs... space.”

Jessica rolled her eyes. “Oh please Malcolm, when a man thinks a women needs space it typically isn’t the case at all and is an excuse to keep you from actually confronting her and talking this out.” Jessica perked up. “Now, lets discuss Llsa.”

(cut to Y/n interview)

“So, Malcolm was put under watch? By his own mother?” Dr. Coppenrath set his coffee down. Question after question he doubled down mostly on Malcolm himself, but something still felt strange.

“Jessica loves her son, she just wants whats best for him, just like any mother would.” You watched him scribble in his book, this just felt like therapy at this point.

“What about you?”

“Excuse me?”

“Do you want whats best for Malcolm?” He asked.

You scoffed. “Of course I do, Malcolm hes... my friend. I want whats best for all my friends. Malcom included.”

He nodded, not saying anything else, just scribbling down.

This was going to be an even longer day...

(cut to storyline)

“The gang’s all back together.” Malcolm voiced from behind you and JT.

Gil turned around annoyed. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“You just can’t find good help, can you?” Dani cut in.

I looked at JT who was just looking amused. “Told you.” he whispered to me. I just rolled my eyes. “Should you be back at work?” JT asked.

“Bright! You’re back! Seven abdominal stitches and a fracture to your first metacarpal, and you still look great.” Edrisa sighed out happily.

You quietly chuckled so Gil wouldn’t hear. You always loved Edrisa crush and admiration of Malcolm, you would tease him for it all the time. You also couldn’t deny that you might encourage the behavior. Gil however, didn’t look amused.

Edrisa smile dropped slighty “I might have pulled his medical records. I was worried. But you’re here now.” She smiled again.

“I am... here. So...let’s go take a peek at this body?” Malcolm sorta asked Gil. He raised his hand in the direction, looking more annoyed by the minute.

Malcolm did a side glance your way as he walked ahead, which didn’t go unnoticed by JT who looked at you in question. Shrugging your shoulders you pretended to not know what he was talking about and walked along. The case was discussed and jokes were made by JT and Malcolms Gucci loafers. Once Malcolm made his brief profile you were going to follow everyone else back to the cars, however you noticed Malcolm wondering off past the crime scene.

Curious, you started to follow behind him. “Malcolm?” He didn’t answer, just kept on forward. “Malcolm, are you okay? Whats wrong?” He still didn’t pick up on your voice.

You stopped next to him, trying to figure out what he was looking at. When you didn’t notice anything you looked back to him, his eyes were wide and staring off to space. You knew that look. It happen often, especially when Malcolm just came from seeing his father.

“Hey.” You took hold of Malcolms shoulder gently.

He jumped, but only slightly. Looking at you like he just realized you were standing there. “Sorry, I got distracted. We should head back.” Before you could say anything Malcolm had already started to make his way to the cars.

(cut to Y/n interview)

“Were you aware that Malcolm had started his own investigation?”

You scoffed. “No, I wasn’t. I was told he went home to rest.”

“And you believed that?” Dr. Coppenrath asked.

“No, of course not. I mean he can’t go home, he can’t follow orders, he barley gets enough sleep.” You leaned back in your chair, trying to seem as nonchalant as you could. “I had a feeling he was doing something under Gils nose.”

“Does this happen a lot? Him doing his own investigations without telling anyone.”

“More often then not.”

“I see.” He moved his hand to his coffee mug taking a sip. “Have you ever helped Malcolm?”

“I mean...Malcolms asked for my help on a few personal matters before but-”

“So you have helped him, without a second thought?”

You rubbed your hands together, the sweat was building up and the nerves kicked in. It didn’t seem like he was questioning Malcolm now. “I mean, Malcolm is my friend-”

“Yes, your friend. Tell me, have you ever thought of Malcolm as more then that?”

You looked confused now. “What does this have to do with Malcolms mental state of working here?”

“I’m just putting some pieces together, maybe Malcolm wouldn’t have such an urge to want to stay here so bad if he didn’t have a reason, perhaps that reason is a who?” He said it as a question, but it didn’t feel like he needed an answer.

“I don’t think- I’m not the reason Malcolm likes working on cases.” You crossed your arms. The Doctor started writing again, he didn’t say anything after that.

(cut to storyline)

You got back to the station, hearing from Dani over the phone that Malcolm had decided to enroll himself in the clinic. Not only that but he took a session of theirs, along with almost getting killed while someone named Andi got kiddnapped.

Walking inside you spotted Dani sitting at her desk, walking up to her you leaned against it and looked around the office. Noticing that Malcolm and Gil were in behind closed doors in his office.

“How long have they been in there?”

Dani looked up and over to where you were staring. “A few minutes.”

“Gil looks upset.” You stated.

It wasn’t until Quentin Vosler walked in that you took your eyes off them. Dani noticed him too, so you both walked up to him, JT right on your heels. All of a sudden Malcolm came busting out of Gils office, instantly going towards Vosler. JT was quick to react to hold him back, but he was very insistent.

“Tell me what you did with Andi!” Malcolm yelled, struggling against JT grip.

“Mr. Bright.” Vosler looked surprised.

“Where is Andi!?!” Malcolm continued.

“I don’t know. Thats why I’m here. She was taken, by them.”

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olde-scratch · 4 years ago

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So I watched LUCIDS 1-4 without any prior knowledge...

and here were my thoughts. I didn’t watch any backstory or anything so enjoy my suffering.

PART 1

“So what happens when the people inside of their dreams go to sleep?” They die

“What happens when we wake up? Do they go on living while we’re not there?” THEY DIE-

“Who are they anyway?” they’re faces that our brain catalogs and stores for later use, although it’s also arguable that every time we dream we go to an alternate reality and inhabit the body of another version of ourselves. Now, were you in a car accident and trapped underwater or-

Are they twins?

(Me tuning out to do something)

“-the squirrel in spongebob was your soulmate, making you a Sandy simp-”

Me, snapping back to the video: hold up-

[missed the part about the worksheet, realized it when i rewatched 10 mins later to make this post]

yall speakin gibberish idk what youre saying-

“I’m gonna go to bed.” bro it literally looks like morning-

“You should get some sleep you look terrible.” i get six hours of sleep a night minimum and i look worse than him shut up bro-

“jump into someone else’s dream” ah i know this con-

why they all got the same face-

haha funni meme

“--an interruptiion can create feedback and tear them apart.” Death. I long for thee.

Is that Karl Jacob’s jacket?

“a second grader” makes me think this is a different school system. [i was wrong? i think?]

“[get him to] eat your apple”

[in the dream sequence] weird dream, but ive had weirder. now, Why Pamper’s-

why does he suddenly have a knife-

“You put a filter on the Dreamscape feed?”

“Technically, you are seven years old.”

???????????

the second hand embarrassment is UGGGHHH

[reading the description] you mean like the guy who was knocked out for 2 minutes on a football field and woke to find he’d dreamt 17 years of his life? oh this shall be Fun

PART 2

[I check the description] “jasper cult” what the fu-

how many camp camp references can i make during this

Is the apple a reference to religion or does the creator just really ilke apples?

“meal.”

“meal?”

meal????

Wait why couldn’t that guy eat the apple? If he wanted it in the fruit bowl, wouldn’t there be a chance of the guy eating it anyways?? Why can’t the guy who brought the apple eat it?

well he’s Dead

[debating if I should read the backstory}

n a h h h h h -

Was he gonna feed the dead guy the apple or something? Why is he upset about the apple in this scene???

oooo the grownups are fightinnnngggg

Is he an antagonist?

HE WROTE A BOOK???

oh now i want food

ESTABLISH JUSTICE ENSURE DOMESTIC TRANQUILITYYYYYYYYYYYYY

“I watched all those aforementioned shows” what shows did i miss something what-

man why you gotta hate on her jane austen fanfic let her live bro

string theory! i can get behind that! sorta-

o no he found the memes-

BOY GOT KNOCKED OUT-

kim there’s people that are dying-

is SHE an antagonist?

quinn? calling himself jasper? u sure hes not just nonbinary? is this just a metaphor for transphobic parenting?

“He died... but somewhere, he grew up.” So is your plan to take a Quinn from a different universe and make him your own, thereby robbing another version of yourself from happiness? When does this ever go well?

Yknow most people, when they lose a kid,,,, kinda,,,,,,, dont go on a ceaseless quest to find another version of their kid that grew up without knowing that another version of his mother was invading other peoples’ dreams to find and kidnap him,,,,,,,, like aint u got a therapist-

“Once you get past the point of not knowing what’s real anymore, you realize it doesn’t matter.” Well, I Got Called Out-

PART 3

“you’re real, oliver.”

aRe yOu sUrE aBoUt tHaT-

“you’ve been infected by the anti-love parasite of Mandadon” the amatonormativity is strong

so anyways ive been infected since birth hbu-

“James Jasperson, creator of Japple” did you mean to Fancy Well-Educated Man in a Black Turtleneck? cause the only FWEMBT i allow near me is prof. hidgens

“are you winning?” says the capitalist

why did you rewind to see his face?? you have the same face????? is this just bc the creator doesnt like working with other people cause in that case same but???????

“it’s a bad idea. i’m not gonna do it.” we’ve all been there. and we’ve all done it.

looks like me trying to study. (i say, a person who has studied a total of five minutes throughout their entire life.)

your “Spartan trial” looks like a bunch of guys standing on a hill pretending to be something they’re not. Let The Man Bring His Snacks.

eat the apple.

is this your first existential crisis or something what a loser lets all point and laugh

“One of you should be spared, the other shall’nt.” did you mean shant or was that a choice-

yall gonna get called out for talking shut UP

“sorry if this is too personal, btw. are you okay?”

me, confused and half understanding what’s going on and also needing to sleep cause its almost one in the morning but wanting to finish what i can find of lucids which i only starting watching cause i saw an animatic of ranboo and dream w audio from it: i don’t know anymore

“i just want my life back... i was gonna get married-” AREN’T YOU LIKE SEVEN-

ay man if this is a sacrificial cult yall gotta get daniel-

UPDATE: I H A V E N O T F O U N D I T -

“oliver”

I F O U N D I T -

WHICH ONE IS QUINN?? WHO’S JASPER???? WHICH ONE IS BENJAMIN???? I THOUGH BENJAMIN WAS SEVEN BUT I THOUGHT HE WAS THE ONE GETTING MARRIED WHAT-

oliver. eat the apple.

“Can you still have memories even when you’re dreaming?” One time I woke up to my alarm and fell back asleep and in my dream I remembered that I had class in a few minutes and my dream self woke my real self up so fast I thought I was gonna get whiplash. Anyways, I was late to class bc of my computer but that doesn’t matter.

NOPE I FOUND IT. HERE’S THE AUDIO. THE ANIMATIC ONE. FINALLY.

im thinking car crash. but also maybe murder. but also maybe both? is it raining or was he drowning? is he in a coma? hmmmmmm?

wait olivers the one with the apple does that mean he’s the one dreaming? is the ending gonna be him and jasper (quinn? idk) fighting against ben and mrs hills about jasper eating the apple to save oliver from the dream? hmmmmmmmmmm-

waitwaitwait i thought oliver was 7 how is benjamin 7 years younger than him if they look the same age what what what explain america explain what you mean arkansaw-

are the cuts on his nose plot-relevant or

“What if you hadn’t been driving?” So I was right about the car accident but Mrs. Hills still said he was seven so did i mishear her say that BENJAMIN was seven? but even then oliver would be 14 and that would still be illegal-

“How are you feeling?”

“Like you’re a pretty bad therapist.”

mood

“--it makes it all bearable to have power over the stories we write in our heads” that’s why i write fanfiction

HE’S GOT THE NOTEBOOK HE’S GONNA WRITE SOMETHING ONE OF US ONE OF US ONE OF US

WHAT YOU MEAN AN EXPERIMENT THAT’S HIS NAME-

[upon reading the description] so i was right.

wait was that supposed to be the twist in part 2 about the apple in his pocket is that what the existential crisis was about i thought it was because he was introduced to the multiple worlds theory-

PART 4

wait wasnt the other one january 2018 why we going back to 2017-

appol

“--the future and the past all already exist” mhm yep figured this out long ago

there was simultaneously a point in time in which i hadn’t known about this, had been looking it up, had been watching it, and had been writing an ending to this post, and had been posting it the next morning before class. that time is both now and not now. Welcome To The Multiverse Theory or whatever its called-

“--my favorite scene of the movie is waking up next to you.” Mine is eating fast food as I listen to AJJ and play Minecraft. We are not the same.

Now I’m hungry but it’s 1 in the morning and i already put my retainer in god fu-

[reading description] what do you mean previously??? she did that in the first episode????????

[still on description] WHAT DO YOU MEAN WILL QUINN BITE THE APPLE AND GO TO BENJAMINS REALITY ISNT THIS OLIVERS REALITY AND HE HAS TO GET BEN TO BITE THE APPLE WHY IS APPLE CAPITALIZED IS THIS THE DOING OF THE FWEMBT

i should have watched the backstory i should have watched the backstory i should have watched the backstory i should have wa-

[description] oh ive been spelling quinn right the whole time nice

i hope she rejects you /j

WAIT BENJAMIN WAS THE ONE GETTING MARRIED TO ISABELLE

ISNT HE IN SECOND GRADE-

HE IS SEVEN YEARS OLD HOW IS HE GETTING MARRIED ARE THERE TWO BENJAMINS THAT WE’RE FOCUSING ON-

bro get out of the road ull get hit

how do you knOW WHICH ONE IS QUINN THEY ARE THE SAME PERSON-

wait

hills wants ben to feed quinn the apple bc in his mind, that will give hills and quinn a happy ending and she doesnt want ben to see the apple bc thats gonna mean ben will know that his reality isnt reality at all. so then oliver has to,,,, not let anyone eat his apple? he just has to wake up?

IS HILLS THE VILLAIN AFTER ALL ORRRRR

wait but if ben sees the apple wont he realize that his reality is wrong and his reality will change, making it so that hills doesnt get her son? or is there some time-based rule that says they’re only transported to the reality that the person believes at that moment? or is this another stab at the multiverse thing where an infinite amount of hills gets their happy endings while an infinite amount of hills doesnt and etc etc?

i should have watched the ba-

oooo dramatique

they’re in a time loop?

nope thats a new powerpoint

wait so theyre,,,, no-

wait-

nvm-

IS THE BEN WE KNOW AN ADULT GETTING MARRIED TO ISABELLE OR NOT-

“they were actually pretty nice” didnt they throw someone off a cliff-

oh so it got confusing THEN??? NOT BEFORE?????

“it all seemed so real.” is that Not the point of vivid REM sleep hallucinations-

is oliver gonna show ben the apple and ruin hills’ whole operation

WHO ARE ALEX AND RYAN-

“what’s 25-8″ bro dont do this to me-

yep hes gonna show the apple

ayyy the guy who stole karl jacobs jacket it back

the second hand embarrassment is back and I Hate It

all that happens in episode ONE??? bro get some better writers that is bad pacing

“it’s the best!” wait until season eight. no show has a good season eight.

quinn knows about the apple thing w the dreams and multiverse and realities dont he

YOU KILLED HIM

NOT KARL JACOBS NOOOOO HES ALREADY DIED ONCE

oliver is v relatable

wHaT iN tArNaTiOn-

lemme hear that explanaton again-

is bill cipher gonna show up? i hope bill cipher shows up. i miss gravity falls

“ah! a tree! ah! a tree! ah a tree!” moooooooood

did hills murder quinn

is your family the jasper cult

TOXXIICCCCCC get that lady out of your life quinn that is so toxic

“ ah! a tree! ah! a tree! ah a tree! ah! a tree! ah! a tree! ah a tree!” mooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT’S THE END NO WHAT WHY NO

The Adventures of Benjamin and Oliver

he is Not Good

ope-

wait so ben is equal parts an adult AND a child?? okay that clears a lot up

I MEAN HE WAS RIGHT THO BEN U CAN’T REALLY ARGUE ON THAT-

ew get off the floor

butterfly effect, multiverse theory, memory decay, and your imagination ALL exist yall gonna ignore that cause you wanna be famous?

“We already know what the future looks like!”

aRe yOu sUrE aBoUt tHaT-

to add to the list of bad things: Cats (2019)

YA BOI THINKS IT’S NOT ALREADY FIFTY YEARS TOO LATE TO START FIGHTING CLIMATE CHANGE FFFFF

BINGO BABYYYY

get what what

what mapped-

awwwww he thinks THEY’RE creating the multiverse

you gonna dismiss the multiverse theory bc of something you created in your current reality? loooserrrrrr

ABUSE YOUR GODLIKE POWERS

she draggin that seven year old

a lot makes sense now why didnt i do this first-

Jasper

the food shortages-

bro that calculators like 90 bucks at walmart

imagine meeting a stranger and they know Everything about your life like that’s gotta be so weird

what’s even weirder is them telling you you’re the deity of a cult that sacrifices animals

THAT FOURTH WALL BREAK WAS-

KARL JACOBS IS DEAD NOOOOOO

ooohhh there’s context for that

OOOOHHHH THERE’S CONTEXT FOR THIS TOOOO

w h a t -

W H A T -

Conclusion:

it’s 2 in the morning and i need sleep but hOOOOO MY GODS THAT WAS GOOD IS IT OVER OR NOT IDK ANYMORE IM TIRED THAT WAS CRAZY I HOPE QUINN AND JASPER GO ON TO BE VERY GOOD FRIENDS, AND I HOPE BENJAMIN AND OLIVER STAY VERY GOOD FRIENDS AND I HOPE HILLS FINDS A THERAPIST WAS A LITTLE CONFUSING BUT I ENJOYED IT

if i dream about apples im suing /j /lh

#lucids #nicholas podany #there's a metaphor in there somewhere #but im not gonna be the one to find it #i dont think i dreamed about apples #youre safe for now podany #for now #EDIT #I PUT 'something their not'#WRONG THERE #I HAVE NO EXCUSE #IM SORRY

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eye-cri · 5 years ago

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AYEE I FINISHED ITT.

I’m putting it here cuz its just probably to big of a post it to handle over there.

and just know, I just typed w h a t e v e r that came to mind.

but feel free to give feedback.

Luca- Okay but why do I keep on seeing him as a silent type tho.

He and Elias’s actor are definitely dating no cap.

He and Yukiya’s actor? I think they tease each other playfully but even they end up going up and down with each other.

Prof S and Luca’s actors….. I don’t think they talk to each other. Honestly.They just don’t have anything to say to each other. Maybe some hellos and such but other than that,, yeah no

Klaus- lol his actor is probably playing Klaus to get years of pent up rage out of him. But otherwise he’s probably friendly.

I actually imagine that he and Zeus’ actors get along pretty well.

I want to say his and Albert’s actors also get along well too but I’d probably be lying.

Randy and Klaus’s actors are friendly with each other.

Probably neutral with Sigurd’s actor.

I want to say that Alfonse and Klaus’s actors get along all dandy but…. I have a feeling they’d be up and down with each other ngl.

His and Elias’s actor I imagine either very friendly with each other or just simply neutral. I can’t really see them on bad terms.

Zeus- THIS IS PROBABLY GONNA BE AN UNPOPULAR OPINION BUT FUCK IT. ZEUS’ ACTOR IS PROBABLY A MINOR GEEK.

Oh my gods. I just had this idea where he and Hiro’s actors are adoptive brothers. 😭😭 Can u imagine that? My heart- so needless to say they get along just like brothers do :)

Alfonse and His actor’s relationship? Hrmm. I think that… Sometimes they do hang out together!

Okay so- I want to say his and Caesar’s actor have something going on? But im also a bigger goldenbacon shipper but I can just see Zeus’ actor and Caesar’s actor having at least something going on.

Lamo i imagine Zeus still thinking of Lucious as a younger brother.

Hiro- I imagine him as approachable. Somewhat quite like his character but still approachable and friendly to you at first meeting(unlike his character that way).

He and Alfonse are cool. Neutral friendly I’d say.

I think he and Caesar are good friends. very nice friends.

And…. for some reason im seeing him and Lucious together. Why? I have no clue but, roll with it.

Alfonse- Yeah you know how Alfonse has this little passive aggressive side to him? That’s just his actor’s natural personality kind of seeping in. And,, I think that he has a minor geek side too. But its minor.

Okay okay. So I’ve decided that Caesar and Zeus probably had a relationship before breaking up. Alfonse was there for Caesar and after sometime they started dating. There. Boom. Goldenbacon saved. (that doesn’t mean that he and Zeus ended up on bad terms tho. I think that Zeus and Caesar just decided that they just weren’t meant for each other and broke it off.)

Hey…. His and Elias’ actors actually don’t get along 🙃

Hmmm His and Hugo’s actors are minor frenemies. Like not strongly but minorly(lamo thats not even a word), ya feel?

Hugo- I just thought of him as a slightly goofy sunshine and thats what im going with.

He and Mishca’s va,,, dated before. They don’t allow the tension get in the way of acting tho.

He’s on friendly terms with Zeus and Hiro. They don’t hang out much tho.

Vain,, I’d say he likes him. More like… Admires him perhaps.

Rem and Felix? They have minor ups and downs but for the most part, get along.

I have no idea why exactly he and Alfonse are frenemies. Stuff just happens i guess…

Rem- so, his horns and tail are just costume fyi. Gentle as his character, but with a little bit mean side. He probably gets aggressive sometimes. Could be because he was triggered by something or just randomly happens.

He and Felix have been bestfriends since childhood.

I think it’s because Hugo isn’t sure about Rem when Rem is mean that they have their ups and downs.

He and Vain? Neutral.

Nox- I think he’s actually all about reading books. Whether it be for fun or for studying I think he likes books. And i literally just thought of this hc that he may want to be an engineer??

So yeah he and Rex’s actor are dating uwu.

I think that sometimes he, Zeus and, Hiro hang out together. Sometimes Rex joins them but its mostly those three.

Maybe He and Zeus have bonding moments over some books? Sometimes maybe. Maybe its rare tho.

I think that Hiro occasionally pushes Nox out of his comfort zone. Occasionally

Light- Somewhat like a dad? Even with the dad jokes sometimes lamo.

He and Florin are best friends and they’re just so carefree together, ya kno?

He and Albert also don’t get along. Albert is just to full of himself smh.

His sister’s actress is a close friend of his. they used to be frenemies

Felix- soffft. Unlike his character he doesn’t have a guard up at all. So Rem has to make sure that he doesn’t end up getting hurt.

(okay,, so im talking about the group in felix’s ending and how he gets along with them in a whole here cuz im getting lazy) he gets along with everybody in that group except Joel. Why? Because Joel is just a total ass to him. It has nothing to do with their characters but its just for some reason Joel likes being an ass to Felix :/

Viggo- edgy? Yes. But still soft? Yes.

Okay… Let’s start off with his and Zeus’ relationship status. I think they may have had a one night stand with each other but something happened and now they’re on bad terms :( Thats why the tension btw them is actually believable.

At one point Hiro had a crush on Viggo but he didn’t know what to do about it. (he doesn’t know about Zeus and Viggo’s one night stand) He’s over it now tho and managed to befriend Viggo.(hmmm maybe they’re best friends now?(I mean Zeus might feel conflicted about it but its not his business to ruin their relationship))

Vain- I’d think of him as a stern person. Hard to approach and sometimes hard to get. But guess what? Sometimes he acts like a mom friend.

He and Hugo are close. He’s more likely to show his mom friend side to him than anybody else.

He and Mishca’s va are also close. But he doesn’t show his mom friend side much to her. That’s cuz she teases him about it smh.

He’s neutral with Rem and Felix.

Mishca- computer animation. Oh u want to kno bout the va i guess. I think she’s probably just as sassy as her character. Maybe not so about lady-like and manners and stuff as her character but she has her sas that for sure.

I think she’s on good terms with everybody! She may be sassy but she’s a friendly one.

I mean sometimes sometimes she and Hugo kinda act awkward together but she tries to be his friend. He seems to have mixed feelings about that…. But hopefully soon they’ll be able to be friends with little to none awkwardness.

now u see y i put the max to 8. long post man.

#anon ask #ask #long post #headcanon #headcanons #wizardess heart headcanons #wh headcanons #wh hcs #wizardess heart hcs #wizardessheart #wizardess heart #shall we date #shall we date wizardess heart #shall we date wizardessheart

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thedarkbluelake · 4 years ago

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The Clone Sisters Story Part 13

Part 13: Energy Burst

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

Rem (c) @dreadangel

Rem slammed several guys against light polls.

“Damn this women is an army of one...” Cecil thought to himself, suplexing one into a table. Springing back onto his feet. Getting knocked back “Damn it... Reaching my limit....” He said gripping his shirt.. “Goddamn it... At this rate I’ll have a heart attack...” He stood up as another goon readied to hit him again. Rem rushed up close lining him.

“Ya already? You look like you’re about to pass out” She helped Cecil up. “My heart isn’t the best, If I keep going it’ll stop...” He admitted. “Oh dear... Better end this quickly then!!!” She replied, kicking up a chair. “Enjoy the show, love!!!” Cecil sat down. “Can you really take them all on?” He asked Creaking her knuckles “Oh, I was holding back before.” She ran towards the remaining goons “I hope you’re not joking....” He said.

Mean while Cell and Mercury were hiding inside the food stand. Mercury sat starring on with the biggest grin on her face. Cell huddled in a corner, shivering, looking like she’s about to cry. “I-I’m s-scared, I-I want it all to stop, why’d I agree to come here?!?!” She said. The food stand worker kneed down “Hey, its okay. Your Dad and that lady has got it covered..” He said to Cell “D-Dad?” She looked up tears rolling down her face. “Yeah, Cecil is your Dad right?” He looked confused. Mercury started giggling uncontrollably

“T-Thats s-so awesome!!!” She stated, both Cell and the worker looked at her “A-All those flips, kicks, punches, slamming those jerks into things.... All of it... ITS SO AWESOME!!!!!” She said as if something inside her snapped. “M-Mercury? Please don’t get back into that...” Cell said “But Cell, look at it, It looks like so MUCH fun!!! I just want to get that rush again, it felt like I was flying, like a spark inside me a lite into a raging inferno!!” She replied.

Cell got up grabbing on Mercury, Mercury looked surprised. “P-PLEASE DON’T ABANDON ME!!!!” Cell said crying “Y-You’re the only one that truly understands why I’m the way I am, PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME BEHIND, PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!” She bagged. Mercury starred at her “C-Cell....” She said looking back to the fight, then back to Cell.. “Please don’t cry, I... I’ll stay right here...” She replied hugging Cell. The shop keeper grabbed some napkins “Now, Now. Its okay...” Wiping Cell’s face “Looks like The fights it almost over...”

Rem socked charged into the group, knocking them over. Before kicking one into the air, grabbing his foot and then using him as a club began to slam him into his allies before throwing him into a tree. Cecil watched on. “S-Shes one of the Squid Sister’s f-friends? They befriended a fucking monster..” He thought to himself, slowly blacking out. “Administrating shocked” A robot voice said, soon Cecil shook several times before coming back to his senses “Damn it, my heart stopped again...” He looked around seeing Rem standing in front of the last goon.

“Tell your boss if I see you all harass this man or try to kidnap his daughters again, I’ll beat him till he can only eat things out of a blender!!!” She yelled at him, causing him to run off in fear. She turned to look at Cecil then running over to him “Ya okay, love?” She asked helping him up “Y-Yeah, my defib got my heart going again...” He said “Well, you’re back to reality plus, your daughters are safe!!!” Rem pointed to Cell and Mercury walking out from the food stand. “D-Daughters...” He said to himself.

Cell ran up to him, crying “That was so s-scary!!!” She said, hugging Cecil. He knelt down. “I’m sorry for scaring you, are you alright?” He asked her “N-No, I.. I wanna go home, PLEASE!!!!” She begged. Cecil nodded in agreement “Alright, Let me check on Mercury first and get the food.” He got up “mind keeping an eye on Cell while I check on Mercury?” He asked Rem. “Sure thing” Rem replied nodding. “Thank you...” He replied walking up to Mercury

“Are you alright Mercury? You’re not hurt are you?” He said kneeling down. “T-That was... WILD, ALL THAT FIGHTING!!! SEEING YOU KNOCK THAT GUY AROUND, A-A-AND HER!!!! ONE WOMEN ARMY, SEEING HER THROW THOSE GUYS AROUND LIKE THEY WERE CHEAP DOLLS AND BASSING THEM INTO ANYTHING AND EVERYTHIN-” Cecil shook her “Did you hit your head?” He asked. She starred at him, shaking and smiling. “I’m perfectly fine!!! Its just in the moment when I jumped on that guy, I felt like I woke from a dream covering in shadows and I see my path forward!!!” She jokingly pointed as she said that.

“Great... I think she mentally snapped....” Cecil thought to himself. “Go to Cell and wait for me...” She nodded, and skipped over.

Cecil got up and walked over to the stand “Thank you for keeping them safe and sorry for the trouble” “Nah, it an’t your fault.” He placed the food on the counter. “Made it to go, since I imagine she wants to leave.” Cecil sighed “Threw in an extra for your battle buddy too!!” “Thanks...” He paid for the food grabbing the bag.. “See ya, Father of the year!!” The worker said jokingly. Cecil slightly blushed then turned and waked back to Cell, Mercury and Rem.

“SERIOUSLY ALL THOSE MOVES WERE AWESOME, I THINK YOU BROKE THEM IN HAFT!!!!” Mercury said to Rem making her laugh. “That wasn’t even me trying, love!!!” Rem stating then getting up as Cecil got closer. “Hey there, she loved the show.” “I think something inside her snapped.” He replied handing Rem the food “The worker made you something too..” “Oh, Cheers. Thank you!!!” Rem Yelled and waved at the worker who smiled and returned the worker. before turning back to Cecil.

“Oh nearly forgot, where’d you learn to fight like that? It feels familiar...” She asked. “From my Mother, shes an Octoling.” He replied. Rem clapped “Oh rrrrriiiigggghhhhhttt, well it looked more... complete? Yeah, like you knew how it was meant to flow!”. Cecil sighed “Well she an elite....” “Well, next time I wanna try it for myself!! Lets spar sometime!!” Rem replied. “Sure...” Cecil said picking Cell up, Cell hugged him tight, then handed Mercury the food then holding her free hand. “I’d better get these 2 home before something else happens....” “Cheers!!” Rem replied walking back towards the studio.

Soon they reached the car. Placing Cell and Mercury in the the back seats, got in and began to drive, soon reaching home. As soon as the doors unlocked. Cell ran out and inside. followed by Mercury. “Slow down speedy!!!” She yelled... Leaving Cecil sitting alone in the car. “Daughters....” He thought to himself before grabbing the food, getting out and entering the house.

TO BE CONTINUED

#Cecil #Cell #Mercury #Rem #Splatoon #Splatoon 2 #Splat2n #the clone sisters #The Clone Sisters story #story by me #My characters #Other Peoples Characters #Part 13 #Long part

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shhh-no-ones-home · 6 years ago

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give what it takes* 1/2 Remington leith x reader

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hello i still hate writing for actual people but ya girls gotta do what ya girls gotta do, i love palaye and ive been like super obsessed with them again lately cause im seeing them in may and just bought their palette and cant stop thinking about it so ya know here it is #noshame #someshame

* - smut, mentions of sex, mention of kinks, thigh riding, etc. Read at your own risk

song: get some by ghosted

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the concert ended but the party didnt. i was lucky enough to be on tour with palaye but still had work to do when the shows were over. it was a week we had stops that were close enough together to stay at an air b&b for the night, which was nice since i could finally sit down and get things done. we had all went back to the house after the concert to get cleaned up, the boys being extremely sweaty from the stage lights and high energy performance. i sat at the island typing as they all ran around getting ready for the night ahead of them. i sat quietly as they conversed with their girlfriends who were visiting for the weekend.

i looked up when remington threw himself into the bar stool across the counter from me. he smiled at me before picking up one of the apples from the bowl on the counter and tossing it in the air. he took a large bite out of it as emerson walked out into the kitchen/living room.

"you going with us tonight?"

i looked down at my laptop to scan my work before looking back at him.

"i dont think so, its already eleven and ive got too much work to do tonight."

he frowned at me before gesturing to remington.

"you coming?"

rem looked at me and i peered at him over my laptop.

"ya know what, why dont you guys go ahead, ill stay here and help y/n."

i looked up completely, shock written on my features.

"you dont have to do that rem, you should go and have fun."

his 'girlfriend' walked up to his side and played with his hair.

"yeah remi, come have fun with us, she doesnt need your help to do her job."

she peered at me and i sent her a stern glare.

he rubbed her back.

"why dont you go hang out with them, ill be right here when you get back."

she leaned down and kissed him and led the way for them all to leave. when the door was closed me and remi were the only two left in the house. he tapped the counter as i went back to typing.

"so, its been a while since we were alone together."

i looked up at him.

"yep."

i went back to typing.

"whatcha doin over there?"

"fixing lighting."

"whats wrong with the lighting?"

i looked up at him and raised an eyebrow.

"the yellows and greens where washing Emerson out the whole show. i have to fix the positioning on my renderings for the next venue."

he nodded and made an o with his mouth. i went back to typing.

"is there anything else you have to fix?"

i looked up at him.

"a couple things."

"like?"

i sighed.

"remington if you keep asking me questions im not gonna get anything done."

i laughed lightly and he smiled at me, throwing his hands in the air in defeat.

"okay, okay, if you want help with anything let me know, im gonna go chill on the couch."

he motioned behind him and i nodded before getting back to work.

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i sighed and stretched, i had been sitting on this bar stool for almost two hours. none of the group had showed back up yet and remington was still sitting on the couch scrolling through his phone. i closed my laptop as i heard him laugh out loud at something he saw on his feed. i rolled my eyes before standing and shaking out my legs.

"god, i feel like ive been curled over forever."

he turned to look at me as i made my way to the couch, sitting on the arm rest next to him. he slid down the settings on his phone to look at the time more clearly.

"well, in all fairness you have been sitting on your computer for over two hours, its one."

i groaned.

"yeah, im surprised no ones back yet."

he stretched and clasped his hands together behind his head, lengthening his body.

"im not, when the boys drink, the boys drink."

he laughed and i just shook my head.

"whatever."

he nudged my leg with his elbow.

"do you wanna do something now that your work is done?"

i shrugged and let my legs fall on either side of the arm rest.

"what did you have in mind?"

i looked down at him, seeing him quickly opening youtube then shoving his phone in my face.,

"look at this."

i leaned back a little before taking it and watching the video. i looked at remington funny.

"really?"

he shrugged.

"what?"

i turned the phone around to show him.

"boy out here on the weird side of youtube."

he laughed and took the phone back.

"i mean you didnt have to take it."

i rolled my eyes.

"yeah but i was curious."

he raised an eyebrow and smirked at me.

"arent we all."

i winked at him.

"you know it."

he leaned toward me and rested his arm on my thigh, smacking my knee with his hand. i shifted.

"what?"

i shook my head.

"nothing."

he tapped my my knee with his fingers like he was playing a keyboard. i watched his hand intently before looking back at him staring at me. he raised an eyebrow.

"okay maybe im just a little touch starved."

i ran a hand through my hair and looked away from him. he scooted closer to me.

"touch starved?"

i looked back at him and nodded slowly. he locked eyes with me and squeezed my lower thigh.

"are you okay?"

i shrugged.

"i just dont touch people or let people touch me and thats one of the leading reasons im depressed and sick all the time. like adult humans need affection and hugs and kisses and things like that but i cut myself off so i dont really get the things that my brain needs to be happy."

i looked ahead of me, i didnt care to see his pity ridden face. suddenly he moved and hugged me tightly from the side, his left ear pressed to my right arm.

"do you feel better yet?"

i laughed.

"yes rem, definitely."

i ruffled his hair lightly with my left hand and he looked up at me but didnt remove his arms from my body.

"liar."

i slouched into him.

"okay, its not like you can fix it right away."

he loosened his grip a little before kneeling next to me on the couch and squishing my face in his hands.

"what else would you want me to try?"

i shrugged.

"did you ever used to try things to feel better? like find one person to hug everyday or something?"

i laughed and he let go of my face. i just shook my head,

"what?"

i looked at him knowingly.

"sex. i used to have sex."

his face went straight.

"sex."

i nodded.

"yeah, i used to have sex to make myself feel better, it was intimate and 'affectionate' touching for at least a night. in case you haven't noticed though i havent been with anyone since we started plans for tour months ago so yeah theres nothing i can really do about that."

he sat back on his knees defeated.

"i guess you couldnt masturbate either cause thats still not another person touching you, that you touching yourself."

he looked at me with a straight face before we both laughed. he laid back on the couch, his feet pushed up against the arm rest i was sitting on. he rested one hand behind his head and the other on his stomach.

"so, did you just find random dudes or?"

i sent him a look.

"really, thats what your worried about right now?"

he shrugged.

"i figured it was a ligther topic i dont know."

i just shook my head.

"no they werent just random dudes, you gotta have a connection first ya know. they were people that i had hung out with before, kind of close but not enough for them to care if we slept together and then didnt talk for a little while ya know. it was always easier that way cause i knew who wanted a screw and who wanted more depending on the mood i was in."

he raised a brow.

"particular people for particular kinks or turn ons?"

i smiled at him.

"yeah sometimes."

"like?"

"like people or like turn ons and kinks?"

"turn ons and kinks, i couldnt care less about the people."

i laughed at the face he made.

"what you want a reference?"

"just trying to see what kind of person youre hiding under that hard exterior."

i raised a brow and smirked at him.

"okay, well for starters id say soft touches."

he laughed.

"wow, soft touches?"

"dont laugh, its a turn on, start light and build up ya know."

"youre right, continue."

"neck fetish, not just like i like necks im talking like hickeys and kissing and licking, weird vampire shit ya know."

"amen to that."

i laughed at him.

"thigh riding-"

"im sorry what?"

"thigh riding?"

"yeah what the hell kinda?"

i lifted my foot up on the couch so it wasnt dangling in front of it anymore.

"its where you are on someones lap or like knelt over one of their thighs while their sitting down and grind yourself on them to get off. i guess in my instance making out with someone while they touch me, but while thats happening im riding their thigh.? "

"that sounds like itd be an experience."

i looked at him with a sly smile.

"oh it is."

there was a pause.

"can you show me?"

if i was drinking i would have spat all over the place.

"you what?"

"can you should me? i mean your on the arm of the chair, you could do it on that right?"

i laughed.

"do you know how wet that would make someone? the couch would be near ruined."

i laughed.

"so do it on me."

i stopped and looked at him, he was staring up at me with a very serious face.

"You're joking right?"

"What's wrong with two friends hooking up?"

I shrugged.

"I don't know how about the fact that you kinda have a girlfriend."

"Oh come on no one here even likes her, not even me, and we're not really dating she's just like around."

I rolled my eyes.

"Tell her that."

"I'm telling you that, now get over here and show what the heck thigh riding is."

#wattpad #smut #x reader #remington leith #remington kropp #palaye royale #palaye royale imagine #one shot #thigh riding

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roseamongroses · 5 years ago

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Antithesis: “what do you have? “ I have a kNIFE” “NO”

[Specific-Summary]: They should expect growing pains. For not everything to feel right or make sense. That doesn't mean it'll always hurt, nor does it mean they can't have fun along the way. It's senior year. Everything may be different. It won't be senior year for long. Everything will be okay.

[General Warnings]: Implied Emotional Abuse, Implied Physical Abuse, Bad Parents are Bad Parents, Mild Sexual Content/jokes,Mentioned Homophobia, Mentions of underage drinking (backround), Some Catcalling,Cursing , Self Hate,implied pregnancy talk/inability to become pregnant, adults arguing where the “kid” can hear it, adults drinking,

[Tags/mood:] highschool au, fluff and angst but its all good, chat fic, teen stress, its flordia no snow we die like men [Pairing:] Roceit (Roman Sanders/ Deceit Sanders), hinted future/possible logince/roloceit/loceit [Characters]Roman Sanders/Deceit (Dmitri) Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Logan Sanders, Patton Sanders, Remy (Sleep) Sanders, Nate Sanders, Dragon Witch (Diana) Remus “The Duke” Sanders (minor/brief)

(Ao3) (Previously)

(8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15)

(16) (17) (18)

L: I May Have Lost Roman

V: nice

P: not nice :)

V: i feel vaguely threatened

Rem:@L how the fuck did you manage that Rem: nvm i know how just give me details

L:I don’t know ? One second we were at check out L: Next minute he was Gone and Nieve is looking suspicious

L:Hold on lemme ask Dmitri

V: why is he there

L: I mean he’s actually pretty chill L: But he dropped Roman off and Nieve got attached L:I’m...not sure if she’s planning on letting him go?

V:logan, my friend, my buddy, V:the only person in this chat with basic reading comprehension

Rem: that’s pretty fair

P: it really is tbh

V: Send. Pictures.

L: Okay L: Slight Issue

V: you lost the snake too

L: I lost Dmitri too and Nieve is not spilling

Rem: oh they’re defeinately fucking

L:...Where? The bathroom?

Rem: Don’t knock it till you try it ;)

V: not to be that guy but im vetoing this discussion V: cause thats a Yikes even for you Remy

L: Alright time to find them

Rem: check ;))) the;))) bathrooms ;;))))

L: Remy.

Rem: alrighlright too far ill stop

L: Thank you.

V: keep me updated V: i only have silence and physics homework as company

L:Huh L:Found them

L: Roman….found a katanna…

V: im sorry WHAT V: Why The Fuck Does He Have A Sword

Rem: drop the location of that store man

L: 1) It’s a Katanna L: 2)I will certainly Not. L: 3) He’s trying to convince Dmitri why he should have it

L…..and Dmitri looks more amused then concerned

V: if I can't have a tarantula he sure as hell cant have a sword

L:I told him it was probably fake/ poorly made and that he should take the time to invest the proper skill in money in a real one

V: goddamit logan you cant logic roman.

L: It worked. He put it back. L: So I say I can do what I want with roman

Rem: some spicy takes from the chats only brain cell ;)

---

“So you’re turning eighteen, in a few months. ” His aunt said, dabbing her cheeks with a napkin. She still managed to hold an air of prestige despite getting utterly shitfaced the night before. Her appointments have been going well.

Dmitri looked up, masking his surprise and holding his tongue.

Dr. Montag looked over, quieting the running water and placing the dish was he was cleaning down, “Really?” he said, brushing his hands, “You got any plans?” he asked, Dmitri.

“Oh we usually do something small,” His aunt interjected, “But seeing as he’s my father’s favorite grandchild,” Only grandchild, “He’s is flying from Paris to join us. And he was never a man of modesty so I’ve been thinking about doing something special for the occasion.”

Oh.

Dmitri fought the smile creeping on his face, ducking his head. He shouldn’t be surprised that she remembered after all if his grandfather was visiting. It’s how he got his phone, laptop, his car.

It’s probably why she puts up with him, to begin with. Cause it wasn’t guilt.

“--We should get your hair cut,” She continued, and Dmitri snapped out of his thoughts, “Maybe invite Diana--he’d like her,” she murmured.

“Diana and I a-” He closed his mouth, and his aunt’s eyes shot over.

“You broke up?” She narrowed her eyes, examining her nails, “Huh, makes sense seeing as...” she gestured at him vaguely, “So who have you been sneaking around with?”

“I’m not sneaking around with anyone,” Dmitri said, meeting her gaze. And technically he was right, it’s not sneaking if she just hasn’t been asking. And he’s given up on telling.

Dr. Montag’s eyebrows knitted together confused,” Well that isn’t true,”

Dmitri’s eyes went wide, stomach sinking.

His Aunt’s grin spread, “Oh really?”

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck--

“He’s been helping me out, hon,” Dr. Montag set down a glass of water and pills beside her plate, “You’ve been so stressed lately,” he looked guilty and produced some tickets, “I thought I’d surprise you.”

Her face softened and like that the tension left the room. Those two got to linger in whatever lovey-dovey spell had taken hold of them in the last few months, but Dmitri was still on edge.

She still kept him on edge, but he could get her back. Even the playing field. Anytime he could leave this—Anytime he could flip this switch and put her on edge and make her—

He stopped eating, setting his plate aside.

He felt sick.

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R:helllloooo R:anyone up R: sigh R: allll by mySELLLLF

L: Roman?

R: the one and lonely yes hello human contact???

L: Are you alright? It’s 3 am why are you still awake?

R: why are YOU up mm????

L: My parents have newborn twins. What’s your excuse?

R: well fuck got me there

R: i was texting dee but he was rlly tired and i stILL can’t sleep

L: Any particular reason?

R: u m

L: Private chat?

R: please

- [TheTruthAboutTheMoon]

TheWalkingMouth: Okay shoot

Cowboy:it's stupid

TheWalkingMouth: I’ll tell you if it's stupid or not just say it

Cowboy: i just….like Cowboy: it's all kinda….hitting me a ll at once and i Really don’t like thinking about it but i cant bottle shit up either like you bastards so i feel like the human equivelent og a washing machine with too much laundry in it

TheWalkingMouth: Then don’t? TheWalkingMouth: Even if it's too ‘stupid’ for me I’m sure Dmitri wouldn’t mind

Cowboy: yeah but i feel like im going to say something shitty to him i Cowboy: like we should talk about it Cowboy: and i will Cowboy: but not now--later when it's not too stressful for either of us

TheWalkingMouth: Why would you say something shitty?

Cowboy: idk id jst get frustrated trying to explain it Cowboy: like hes smart as hell and probbaly get it without me saying anything but like Cowboy: I have neither the patience nor articulation right now to explain like a civil person and he doesnt need me being shitty about it

Cowboy:like,,,,,for example,,,,, if he fucks up in school, he’ll get recommended a tutor and teachers would assume hes doing his best and hes such a sweet and quiet boy

Cowboy: like he is sweet!!but hes a little shit too!! And gets away with it!!! Half those pranks he pulled on virgil, as Iconic as they were he never got in trouble for them!!!

Cowboy: when i fuck up i

Cowboy: god it's stupid

TheWalkingMouth: Might not get a second chance? Yeah I get it.

TheWalkingMouth:Remember when I first transferred here? None of the teachers would take me seriously bc of my accent and if they did, they were afraid of me. I could repeat something another kid said word for word and still be told I had an attitude.

Cowboy: god i remembered that Cowboy: you answered his yes or no questions in a fuckin montone, quiet ass voice and he legit called in the office cause he got scared of a goddamn freshman

Cowboy: But ye when i fuck up Cowboy: im suddenly the lazy ass brown kid who should spend less time corrupting youth with my feminine hips and curls Cowboy: like it's not like a lot of them say it outright but it feels like if im not perfect im fufilling all the stereotypes

TheWalkingMouth: Ah okay, rant away

Cowboy: OK like like like im not like virgil right?? in a lot of ways and it fuckin shows

Cowboy: he’s been planning on going into engineering since sixth grade meanwhile i only got my shit together in highschool

Cowboy: and like now that im here/???what now??? My mother expects me to have my shit together meanwhile im over here freaking the fuck out over whether not it's worth it to even try Cowboy: like yes mother i want to go to an art/or librel arts school that may or may not accept me that we may or may not afford to find a career in who the hell knows because if i have to sit in a healthcare class or a applied mathmatics class like you did i miight actually shank the professor????

Cowboy: that i dread the thought of not trying to explore my options outside of this fucking state but i dread the thought of going bc i cant stand the thought of being away from home but i cant fucking find a reason to stay cause everyone i love is leaving or planning their own life anyway???

Cowboy: like remys gunna fuck off to who knows where regardless of whether or not he has a plans or money, pattons gunna take care of his grandmother whereever the fuck a canada ,moms moving in with tia, virgils already mentally flipping me off ready to fuck nasa , and i only fucking hope dmitri even getss the chance to choose where he goes but hes g o n e and i die from yearning behind a screen like the gay victorian i am , and you….i actually dont know

TheWalkingMouth: Teaching for either biology or physics

Cowboy: huh it fits but what about chemistry??

TheWalkingMouth: Fuck chemistry.

Cowboy: oh thank god we’re on the same page

TheWalkingMouth: Anyway, I assume you’re more worried about whether you should apply rather then if you could get in?

Cowboy: i think so

TheWalkingMouth: Well if my opinion means anything to you

Cowboy: more than you’re assuming but yeah continue

TheWalkinMouth: Wait

Cowboy: nothing nothing continue

TheWalkingMouth: Okay-- I think you should go for it but you don’t need to dive head first into it and commit to everything 100% like virgil did.

TheWalkingMouth: You’re allowed to keep your options open, to have backup plans for back up plans

TheWalkingMouth: It doesn’t mean you’re not passionate about your art. Doesn’t mean you’re inevitably going to get a office job and abandon all your dreams. It means you’re being smart and not backing yourself into a corner

TheWalkingMouth:It’s okay to be scared. It’s okay not to have it all figured out

TheWalkingMouth: Nobody does.

TheWalkingMouth: Even if no one else gives you a second chance at least give yourself a second chance.

TheWalkingMouth: It’s perfectly normal to be afraid to fuck up and get fucked over TheWalkingMouth: That doesn’t mean you will everytime TheWalkingMouth: And it certainly doesn’t mean it's the end

Cowboy:

[...Cowboy is typing…]

---

@daflangstlairde

@ace-anx

@cataclysm-al

#Roman sanders #Deceit Sanders #Roceit #ts sides #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #ts virgil #ts logan #ts remy #Antithesis

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reesewestonarchive · 6 years ago

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chapter eight / rem belongs to @forlornraven / masterpost / mature content

“…where would you go?”

Rem’s voice is a stark difference from the mixtape playing through frankensteined speakers from Rem’s Walkman. Nakoa opens his eyes, peers at Rem’s face—calm, pleased. “Hm?”

Rem dozes on his side of the bed, a hand out between them in an aborted attempt at touching Nakoa’s stomach. His words are slurred, though, and there’s a tired, distant look in his eye when he lifts his gaze to Nakoa.

Not a second later, his eyes are closed again. “If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?”

Loaded question. Nakoa thinks there are plenty of places he’d like to see, plenty of places he could live, but would any of it matter if Rem weren’t with him? “Dunno. Hawaii. Or… European countryside, maybe.” Or Russia, if it weren’t so fucking cold. That’s the thing about the midwest that Nakoa doesn’t miss—the fucking winters. “Some place warm, probably.”

“Bahamas,” Rem says. “You’re miserable when you’re cold.”

“I have bad circulation,” Nakoa says, staring at the ceiling. “Can’t help it.”

Rem lifts his hand, pinches the skin at Nakoa’s hips gently, and says, “‘Cause you’re so fucking skinny. I bruise you when we fuck.”

“You’re one to talk.” Nakoa draws his fingers across thumb-shaped bruises along his own hips. A gentle stir of desire blooms in his stomach—maybe he can give Rem a matching set later. “What about you?”

“What about me?” He burrows closer, presses his head against Nakoa’s neck. He sighs.

“Where would you go, if you could go anywhere?”

“What’s wrong with right here?” Rem drops an arm around Nakoa’s waist. “Mm. Maybe…” He sighs; his breath tickles Nakoa’s chest. He mumbles a response, but Nakoa doesn’t hear it, doesn’t ask for him to repeat it.

Instead, he hums along to Rem’s mixtape. Rem didn’t say it, and Nakoa’s not sure if it’s on purpose, but Nakoa’s since sussed out that the songs are love songs.

For a guy that can’t verbalize the word, Rem’s really fucking good at saying it.

There are plenty of unanswered questions—if anyone’s chasing them, if it’s Michael or Rem’s bad decisions. If it’s… something else. Some asshole on their tail for being as open. Nakoa knows the attitude, knows whatever this is between them makes other people angry, disgusted.

He also doesn’t give a shit. Anyone’d be hard pressed to find someone Rem wouldn’t fight.

In the room, with Rem wrapped around him, basking in the glow of sex, Nakoa forgets about all that. Forgets that there’s a world outside the motel, a world outside of Rem and himself and the bed they’re lying on, in the dark with The Cure playing softly in the background.

Nakoa tests the words on his lips again; soft, against Rem’s hair. I love you. He mouths along with the lyrics for a verse, then hums. Rem curls closer, a pleased noise escaping his throat.

A whisper when Nakoa says, “I love you,” his voice barely louder than the music. Rem says nothing, his breathing even in sleep.

Nakoa lets him rest.

In the cold, misty morning, they pack up from the hotel overlooking the ocean, and Rem uses the last of his own money on a pack of cigarettes. Nakoa steals one from Rem’s lips, ignores his squawk of disagreement, and says, “Where to?”

Rem sighs, stares down at the map. “Fuck if I know.”

Nakoa remembers his mother—tries not to; the thought of her still at home leaves his chest tight—and how she would always say that the journey means as much as the destination. They don’t have the money to go much farther, and soon, the midwest is going to be covered in snow. Soon enough, anyway.

Nakoa thinks of the Grand Canyon, of Yellowstone, of Niagara Falls. Of ghost towns and abandoned houses, amusement parks and mountains and the Atlantic Coast. He thinks he’d follow Rem to hell—if he asked.

“Might as well hit all the stops,” Rem says. “Right?”

Nakoa watches his brow crease in thought. He doesn’t want to, but he says, “Pretty soon we won’t have money for food. Eating out’s fucking expensive.”

A glint sparkles in Rem’s eyes as he pulls the cigarette from his lips, smoke exhaling with each word, “That’s not true. I eat you out all the time.”

“Mm. Think you’re pretty fucking clever, don’t you?”

Rem shrugs, tugs Nakoa against him by his belt loops. “Sometimes. Hey—about the money thing.” He raises an eyebrow, grin wide across his lips, and says, “We could rob a bank.”

Yeah, right. Nakoa has a difficult time imagining that. “Or scare small children.” He shoves his knuckles against Rem’s ribs. “Give me your lunch money, punk.”

Thoughtfully, Rem asks, “Ever thought about porn?”

Nakoa doesn’t say the only person he wants to fuck is Rem. Instead, he says, “With your jealous streak, yeah fucking right.”

Rem scowls, but there’s a layer of mischief underneath. “I don’t get jealous.”

“Yeah?” Nakoa licks his lips, then says, “All right, cool. I’ll go get dicked down by some big fucker with a selfish attitude to match yours.” He makes a show of peering around the parking lot. “What kind of job do you think I can get around here? Or is that something I need to go to Portland for?”

Rem makes a noise in his throat, tugs Nakoa back against him, grips Nakoa’s wrists in his own. “Fuck no. You’re—” He sighs. “Fine. You win.”

“Oh, yeah? What’d I win?”

“I’d offer myself up as prize, if I was worth anything.” He squints, plucks Nakoa’s sunglasses from atop Nakoa’s head, and puts them on. Nakoa almost days, “Don’t sell yourself short,” but Rem continues with, “Blowjob?”

“Tsk,” Nakoa says. “Like I don’t get those from you on the regular anyway.” He smiles, lopsided and pleased. “What else you got for me?”

But Rem’s attention has shifted, from Nakoa to something across the street. His skin is white, fear-lined, and there’s a Nakoa frowns, tries to turn back to see it, but Rem’s grip is tight and he won’t let Nakoa move.

“Could—” Rem clears his throat, looks back at Nakoa and smiles. “—let’s get on the road, hey?”

He still doesn’t let Nakoa turn back to see what he was looking at, holds Nakoa’s hands together.

“What aren’t you telling me?” Nakoa asks. He shakes out of Rem’s grip, turns, and— “Oh, fuck—”

He can’t get to the van quick enough. Rem, somehow, is already inside when Nakoa finally shuts the door behind him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t know!” Rem jams the key into the ignition, turns it—the van stalls. “Fuck!”

His heart beats, hard, fast, in his chest. “Rem,” Nakoa says, still staring at the old, beat-up Bronco sitting across the street, at the guy sitting outside of it.

Michael.

“How’d he find us?” Rem mutters. “I didn’t think—”

The van roars to life—for a split second before stalling again. Nakoa’s heart climbs his throat, and he feels like he’s going to throw up.

But the van’s not starting, and Michael’s moving forward, now, towards the car. Nakoa moves through the van, out through the back. “I’ll find you,” Nakoa says, “later, okay? Just—I’ll find you. When we lose him—”

And he goes. Out the back door, and he books it, as soon as he hits the asphalt. Rem yells his name, but Nakoa goes anyway, down the parking lot and through the alley towards the boardwalk, where maybe, fucking maybe, he can get away.

He hopes, stupidly, that Michael doesn’t go after Rem instead, that he follows Nakoa. Rem’s already in too deep into Nakoa’s bullshit, and—

Someone stands at the end of the alleyway, blocking his escape, so he turns back around, stumbles over his own feet into one of the buildings. Breath catches in his chest, terror holding him tight as he stares ahead, at Rem, held in his father’s grip.

“You leave a messy trail, Nakoa.” Michael’s voice is quiet, calm, and Nakoa hears footsteps behind him, encroaching on his space, unsurprised when he feels the cold metal of a gun press against his neck. “Nice to see you again.”

“Let him—” Nakoa says, but the gun presses against his neck, harder, cuts him off, and he swallows. Waits.

“Rude to interrupt your father.” Michael, after a beat, does release Rem—only to send him reeling against the brick with a fist to his stomach. “Tell me, Nakoa. Did you think I would let you leave?”

Nakoa says nothing, eyes trained on Rem. Michael sighs, and, as Rem is bent over, coughing, knees him in the stomach. This time, Rem goes down. “Answer me.”

Yes; Nakoa figured, it’s been long enough since he heard about the secrets, since he’s been involved in any of Michael’s work; he should have been safe. He should have been fucking safe. And if it weren’t for Michael knowing someone fucking everywhere, a network of I-know-a-guy, Nakoa would have been.

He should have convinced Rem to fly out of the country. Maybe remote Russia isn’t so bad.

“No,” he lies, because Michael shouldn’t want to waste resources, not time or money, on Nakoa. He steps forward, ignoring Rem behind him, coughing.

Michael’s taller than he is, though not by much; Nakoa slouches. Rem still towers over him.

Rem could take him, if he was smart about it.

“I thought I was clear,” Michael says. “You are to stay with me. This is what we do, Nakoa. I can’t have my only son disappear, after all, can I? Even if he is a miserable excuse for one.”

Rem stumbles to his feet, croaks out a, “Hey, asshole—” before Michael turns, gun still in hand, and Nakoa can’t turn away fast enough, waiting for the sound of a gunshot that doesn’t come.

Instead, Michael winds up and slams the butt of the pistol into Rem’s head, turning back before Rem has even hit the ground. Blood surfaces from A gas on Rem’s forehead immediately, runs down his face, and…

Nakoa watches Rem, tunnel visioned. Is he okay. Is he okay there’s a lot of blood already and his chest is rising and falling but is it too much? Not enough—

“Can someone take that one back to the car,” Michael asks, “handcuff him and put him in the trunk?”

It’s not a request. But Nakoa still says, “He needs help. You—”

“Shut up.”

“He could be—”

“Easier if he is,” Michael says. “I’d rather not have to cut off his attempts at a Disney rescue. You are mine, you know. No other man you throw yourself will change that fact.” Michael pulls Nakoa’s chin up, forces him to look Michael in the eye. “It’s best for you at home. You keep poor company.”

Nakoa keeps poor company. That’s almost laughable. “Pot calling the kettle,” Nakoa says. “I promise I won’t say shit, okay? For fuck’s sake, Rem doesn’t even know.”

He wonders maybe if Michael knows that, or if he doesn’t care. If his sole concern is of Nakoa giving out pieces of Michael’s secrets, or if it’s…

Nakoa swallows. Waits.

Michael stares at him, expression blank, before he says, “You know, Nakoa. You haven’t proven yourself very trustworthy. You ran away from home. What am I meant to think?” He steps forward. “No. I think it’s best for you to stay with me.” He glances back towards Rem, still unconscious on the ground. “Your… friend, too.”

If Michael knows, he doesn’t day anything. Instead, he snaps his fingers, and the gun at Nakoa’s throat disappears. He tries to leave, get away, grab for Rem and shake him awake, but his before he can, his wrists are bound by zip ties.

Michael retreats down the alleyway, lighting a cigarette, and Nakoa opens his mouth—unsure what he’s going to say—but doesn’t get to call after him. Instead, there’s a burst of pain at the back of his skull, and the world goes dark.

#road to nowhere au #my writing

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