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nugatorysheep · 1 day ago

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What your favorite SU character says about you but it's just mean as fuck

Steven — How is being a mentally ill, people-pleasing queer going for you? Did your mommy issues and anxiety resolve themselves yet or are you still avoiding therapy?

You either disliked or were neutral about him until he got a neck. You think Future is peak cinema (correct) and can't understand why everyone else hates it. You have a better grasp on this show's characters and themes than most of the people who watched it.

Connie — You were likely the gifted kid in school but a total burn-out now. You either see a lot of yourself in this character (How are those helicopter parents of yours doing? Have you gone no-contact yet?) or you're a normie and boring to sandbox with. Probably both.

You've got a lot of Feelings™️about her and if people don't agree it causes Problems™️. In case no one has told you yet, stop caring what other people think. Your constant virtue signaling to appeal to other normies is a crutch that's just holding you back. It's okay to have fun!!

Stevonnie — You want to fuck this character, though you'd never say that out loud. You like Steven and Connie; maybe you like one more than the other, but you like both at least a little. If you're using them for shipping you're the only person in the entire fandom doing whatever hyper-specific ship you've latched onto.

Rose and or Pink — You really suck as a person! Or you used to suck but you've gotten a lot better and we stan! If you're the former you almost certainly have terrible takes on this show (but not in the way people might think), sorry, I don’t make the rules. Either way, you gotta stop finding ways to bring her back, dawg. She's gone.

Greg — You're a man (positive) and gay as hell. Gentleman on the streets and a fucking freak in the sheets. We stan. Pop off king <3

Garnet — If you headcanon her as acespec she is not actually your favorite, Ruby and Sapphire are your favorite, but you like them both equally so you just say you like Garnet. If you headcanon her as anything else you're definitely shipping her with one of the other gems, probably Pearl or Jasper.

Amethyst — Super chill person. Would be in most people's dream blunt rotation. You're a live and let live kinda guy and I respect that, but you also have no hills you'd die on so you're not the first person anyone goes to if they need serious support. You can get away with misinterpreting this character (on purpose or accidentally) because it's hard to say things about her that most people won't just shrug at and go "yeah that sounds right I guess"

Pearl — You're annoying as hell. You see yourself in this character and that's not a good thing. Your social media presence gives off the same energy as every white woman's Instagram profile. If being a victim was a contest you'd take home the gold.

You think everyone is out to get you. They're not.

You think you're being persecuted. You're not.

Most people who see you from a distance and don't know better think you're alright, so you're probably pretty well-liked in public. The only people you will get along with in close quarters are all walking mean lesbian stereotypes.

Peridot — You're annoying as hell for a different reason. You see yourself in this character too and that is a terrible, terrible thing.

She's your pfp on every website and app that will allow it. Your lifeblood is this fucking character and e v e r y o n e will know it. You're weirdly possessive of her and the hyper specific headcanons you made for her (even if you don't say that) despite every grass-fearing autistic person on the internet projecting onto her, so ironically you don't like other Peridot fans, which always ends up with you sitting alone even on websites with millions of people on them.

90% chance you're a furry, otherkin, therian or think you have DID. You think you're misunderstood, and in some ways you are, but the reality is most people don't speak dog and don't have the time or energy to learn. You need to go outside and learn to speak cat whether you want to or not

Lapis — You don't like Peridot fans or kinnies, which is weirdly in-character. You're the biggest hater but you don't hide it and I can respect that. You think Lapis is a victim, but you're only half right. You would probably fall for propaganda if it was dressed up fancy enough.

Jasper — You want to fuck this character, full stop. There's a 50/50 chance you're chill af or the most insufferable person on the planet. If you're the former you're friends with a lot of people. You float easily from one group to another, but a jack of all trades is a master of none, and you're no one's first pick if they're looking for someone close. You probably hate Lapis and her fans but you should really just let that shit go ngl

Spinel — You need therapy (derogatory) and you're making that everyone else's problem. Despite the clown aesthetic you're not very funny to be around and you should get a better sense of humor. You project onto this character way too hard and it shows in your fandom habits and headcanons, but most of the time that's fine

Like Spinel, you're a little two-faced. Some people pick up on that right away and some don't. The people who do hold you at arms length until you make it clear which clown you'd rather be. You hate it when people ship Spinel with any character besides your favorite pairing, but you'll never say that out loud unless it's a ship the people you're talking to don't like.

Blue Diamond — You're a man (derogatory) or a minor who doesn't actually understand anything about this character yet, and would immediately fall for any and all forms of propaganda

Yellow Diamond — If you think she is wearing a helmet you're a man (derogatory) and you expected things out of SU that were never gonna happen. If you think it's just hair you have a much better grasp on this character than 90% percent of SU's fandom and I'm platonically kissing you on the mouth.

White Diamond — You're a man (derogatory) or an incredibly based and sexy queer.

The Zircons — You like Ace Attorney, or would like it if you haven't played it yet. You're making them kiss sloppy style. UwU

Lars — You probably didn't like him until after he died. You will defend this boy with your fucking life. Also you should just…. go watch Star Trek if you haven't. Seriously what are you doing—

Sadie — You're an oddball. Very lax though. You have complicated feelings about Shep

Peedee — You're a little quirky, a little freaky, but you're too scared to just say that. You desperately need some fun in your life, but the people around you make that difficult. Eventually you'll find the folks that are worth hanging around. See you on the flip side :)

Ronaldo — You're the type of person this character is based on and you take it in stride. If you're shipping him with Lars, you're the only person who's opinion on this character matters.

Kevin — I dunno who hurt you but you have a terrible taste in men. You only have fun in bed if it involves a damn near human rights violation

Mayor Dewey — You're normalbirb

Any other townie — This is a trick question! No one has these as their favorite lmao

#hi this post is not serious #i am. putting myself and my friends on blast mostly LMAO #if u come in here talkin about 'oh no i like that townie' im stealing your left sock #steven universe #nugget rambles #text.txt #long post

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cannon4k · 1 day ago

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╭୨🥀୧︰I JUST NEED YOU, BABY.

┊︰ Vi x Reader fanfic

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Stalking, slightly possessive behavior, fighting, cussing, angst, jealousy and kinda slowburn, F/F

Word count: 7k

First fanfic on tumblr(also posted on ao3), if y'all have tips or criticism pls say so!!

Also noticed i kept switching up from referring to the reader as you/i, a sign that character ai chats Haven't left my vocabulary so i apologize 💔

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You stood paralyzed, the sweat on your forehead making strands of your hair stick on your face. Your eyes grazed at the sight in front of you, making your head and swirl around in confusion and fear, all kinds of emotions running around in your mind.

Your friend Vi holds her calloused hand against your mouth, your noises being muffled by it, as she pressed her body against yours, holding both of your wrists together with ease with her other hand, and you notice that she clearly is not using all her strength. You try to cry out, your hands shaking as despair lightly fills your body, and you can see her knee make her way between your thighs as you try to sound out words through the cloth.

“Stay quiet for me, okay cupcake?”

Tears start to fill your eyes.

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7:30am everyday you come to work, at the small and humble coffee shop in Zaun. This place used to be so scary, the Green hue filled the air you used to breathe as a kid, but now, everything is… Clear. You can see the blue and vibrant color of the sky, the clouds making a beautiful pattern, and the sun shining bright as it illuminates the crowded streets of Zaun. You remember enforcers used to ramage Zaun trying to look for any trouble or reason to throw anyone into StillWater, this small hatred for them still hasn't left your mind, but nowadays, it seems like they want peace after years of war and misunderstanding. Looks like they wanna do their job for once.

As you open the door of the Coffee shop, a bell rings above the door, and you see Jinx talking with Huck, the short and shy middle-aged man who's your manager. I admire the fact that he built something for himself, even if it's a small coffee shop, it's humble and cozy, and it shows how he loves the place. Jinx turns around startled by the bell, but her eyes quickly shine as she sees you walking towards her with a box in your hands. She shouts your name, and it echoes around the shop.

“Jinx, didn't think I'd see you here so early,” - I chuckle as she steps towards me and takes the box from my hands with a bit of a struggle, placing it at the counter.

“Well, I wasn't exactly planning on coming either, but this little gremlin was starving. Well, at least that's the excuse she gave, but we all know she just wanted to see Mr.whiskers over there.” - she grins as she points behind the counter.

You lean over the counter, peeking at an adorable scene of Isha next to the cat bed, petting our cat, the infamous shop mascot, a fluffy orange cat, purring and stretching as Isha continues to play with our store mascot. You can't help but smile as cuteness aggression attacks your brain.

“Aaaww…!” - You smile at the scene, Isha glances at you as she giggles in a breathy laugh.

Your gaze catches your boss, as you step out of the counter, you mention - “is that all for that event?”

“Oh, uhm, Grey air fare?” - Huck stutters, giving you a nervous but welcoming smile.

“Wacky ass name…” - Jinx mumbles, as she rests her elbow against the counter, as she plays with a lollipop with her fingers.

“Where'd you get that- Well, it has to do with all, and everything Zaun went through before getting to where we are,” - he adjusts his glasses as he blabbers about it. - “a-and we can't afford that many lollipops you're taking f-for free, Miss Powder.” - he adds.

“It’s Jinx.” - her tone turns serious and slightly annoyed sounding, but she quickly turns her mood upside down as she replies. - “And are you seriously charging me for cents worth of Lollipops? Silco won't like hearing about this…” - she smirks, muttering the last part just loud enough for him to hear it, in a playful tone. Huck gets taken back by the passive aggressive remark, as he panics and attempts to apologize, you hear the store bell ring.

You turn around, seeing Vi, Mylo and Claggor, all enter the store hands full of heavy boxes. You walk towards them, offering help as you reach your hands to take some of the boxes from Mylo, he chuckles and you nod in compliance. You feel a gaze against the back of your neck, as you carry the boxes to the counter you catch Vi glance over her shoulder to see your interaction with Mylo, quickly looking away as your eyes lock. You lift a brow in curiosity, and as you set the boxes on the counter, you see Claggor helping Huck set them in the back, and you overhear them talking about a new menu and decorations, energy filling your system as you start to feel excited to help around the store.

As Vi hands her boxes to Claggor, you silently walk to her side, tapping her shoulder with a smile. - “Vi! Sorry to make you and your gang carry boxes, especially when it's starting to get hot outside.” - you nod your head to the front door, splashes of sunlight peeking by the windows.

“O-oh, no problem, really. And after all it kinda helps me, maybe I won't get a chance to workout with all the mess that's gonna be in the next couple of days.” - her tone is friendly and calm, as she lightly stutters and gets stuck between some of the sentences.

“Yeah, it lasts a week, well, this means more coins for me,” - I chuckle as I rub my hands together peeking at the cash register. My gaze slides around her arms in her black tank top. - “And yeah, I can see your muscles getting bigger.” - you lift your hand to gently brush your index finger by her bicep and shoulders. Your eyes go up, only to see her eyebrows lifted and eyes shining in a seemingly shy and surprised expression. You let your arm down and stare into her eyes as you rest your arm on the counter as you smile. - “getting Strong huh?”.

“Could say that..” - She mutters, and her eyes stay a second too long on the area of her arm that I touched with my index finger, before she stares back at me. Maybe I'm reading a little too much at this, but it was like she analyzed me for a split second, or maybe admiring? I don't quite know, but something else was on her mind, her eyes sparkled and I could see her pupils dilate around her light blue eyes, her split lips and slightly raised eyebrows. I kept my eyes locked with hers, waiting that something may be added to the conversation, but all I heard was Jinx, Isha and Mylo discussing and mocking each other in the background. Well, Isha and Jinx against Mylo is more accurate.

I broke the staring contest to look over at Claggor and Huck coming back from the back of the store, apparently done with moving the boxes. I gave Vi one final glance, nodding with my head in a chuckle, before heading to the back of the store, and i'm almost sure i heard a muffled ‘fuck’, in an almost frustrated tone, i just don't know from who.

As you get into the dressing room, you meet with your friend Myluri, which greets you with a nod and a small smile. You greet her back in a friendly tone. “Myluri, Myluri… how are you feeling knowing that we're gonna have to work twice as much this week,” - you playfully ask her, as you nudge her shoulder.

“Well, Huck said he's gonna lend us some hours to enjoy the fare too.” - she brushes a strand of her white curls behind her ear. - “I really wanna go to the Ferris wheel.” - she mutters in addition.

“I kinda wanna go to the rollercoaster, i just don't know who to go with.” I glance over, a chuckle escaping my lips.

I open my locker, and as I grab my work uniform, I can't seem to find or see my lipgloss, I raise a brow in confusion.

“Myluri?” - I call out quietly for her.

“Yes?” - she replies as she buttons her shirt.

“Did you take my lipgloss?” - I brought my face to her, by peeking out of my locker door. As she locks her eyes with mine she quietly shakes her head ‘no’. - “I would've told you if I did. Do you want mine?” - her hand ramages inside her locker and she hands me a lip gloss, the case a light tone of pink. I thank her, as I grab and open the lipgloss, I slide the product across my lips, close the cap and hand it back to her.

“You don't think Huck would snuck into my things, right?” - you mumble, frustration and distrust in your voice.

“He's too shy to even send us back to work, even though he's our boss. I can't imagine him trying to rob you,” - she quietly folds her clothes, and closes the door of her locker, and she adds in a sarcastic tone. “And even if. A lipgloss?” - she chuckles, making you fall into laughter along with her.

As she walks out, she stops by the door and gives you a final look and speaks a last time. - “maybe you just forgot it at home, don't stress too much, okay?” - you look back, and give her a nod in agreement.

But it is strange. your things kept disappearing ever since you entered this job, and if you go even before that, you do remember things like, a pack of gums, hair ties, makeup products… and even private clothing disappearing from your house, you only lost one pair of underwear, and you thought it may be under a cabinet decomposing in a funny way, but it's been frequent enough to make you suspect of something, even tho you couldn't prove it. Your doors and windows never seemed different or like someone broke in, everything was in the exact place, except for those small objects in which you could easily buy again cheaply in another store. It still bugged you nonetheless.

I shake my shoulders in an attempt to shake my overthinking thoughts with them. I put on my working uniform, and checked myself in the small mirror on the locker door, adjusting my hair. I close my locker, but I make sure to lock it. My shift for the morning is calm as always, regular customers, families, and even Piltover civilians coming in to get a coffee, probably because it's way cheaper than up there, but i still can't get used to seeing them visit Zaun like this, it's a bit rare, but they do visit sometimes.

Myluri told me the morning shifts would be the same in store, but in the afternoon we'd have to set up a tent, representing our store at the fare, Huck would cover us at night so we can enjoy the fun fare. I'm glad to have him as a boss as he's so understanding and calm, he's shy, yes, but I also never seen him getting mad or showing anger at someone. Afternoon sets, and he prepares the resources, except of course, they are too heavy for me and Myluri to carry on one trip, and asking Vi and her friends for help again would feel inconvenient…

As I'm closing the shop, and our cash registers, the front door bell rings. As I'm counting bills I say a quiet ‘were closed’, before looking up and seeing one of my closest friends.

“Ekko!” - I exclaim as I put the bags of coins down, walking around the counter to greet him, he nods with his head as we lock eyes.

“Huck told me about the hussle it'd be for y'all to get everything to the fare,” - he crosses his arms in a relaxed stance, as he leans back against a table near us.

“Oh he did?” - I lift a brow, as I glance outside to see 4 more people on the front of our store, the fourth one staying more in the distance

“Well, since y'all treated us, and especially me so well with all those free treats, I thought about coming to the rescue,” - he chuckles as he points outside.

“O-oh, Ekko, that 's really…Sweet, wow, thank you. I was getting worried about me and Myluri having to carry all of that on our own.” - I chuckle in nervousness, not knowing how to thank nice gestures like that, giving him a shy smile.

“Hey, don't worry, I know how much you and her work hard to help this store. It's an honor, trust me.” - he says as he stands up walking towards me giving a tap in the back, as i reach for his shoulder, giving him a tap back in return.

I yell Myluri’s name as Ekko brings his friends inside, and I glance back to the door bell as his friends enter the store. I noticed that the fourth person who was watching from across the street was gone, but I didn't give it too much thought. I couldn't even recognize them by the hood of their blouse, but I could see their muscles by their pulled up sleeves because of the sunset light shining upon them.

Hours pass by, Ekko and his group helps me and Myluri set up snd carry all the heavy equipment to the fare, Ferris wheels, Rollercoaster and a ton of other rides, were all over the place, some smaller for kids and others much bigger for adults, adrenaline rushed through you just thinking about going on one of those rides. Only problem was, you had no one to go with, Myluri would go with her boyfriend, and a bunch of your other friends would go together probably, like Jinx and Ekko, although you did questioned Jinx going with him because of Isha, but she probably wouldn't be allowed on adult rides. Jinx probably asked Silco or Vander to keep an eye on her at the fare.

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6pm, the sun was close to finally setting, and you could see everyone start to arrive at the event, both Zaunites and Piltovers… still surprised you, but seeing kids from different places running around and playing together warmed your heart, enough to forget how different you think you are from them. You stood side by side with Myluri, selling chocolate cakes and sweet drinks, a nice decoration of sparkling lights going around your stand.

“Now that I see it up close… this is quite nice.” - I speak out to Myluri, a smile spreading on my face.

“I remember when everything was, hm,” - she pauses, glancing at her feet, a vulnerable light shining in her eyes. - “ different. But now, I couldn't be happier about how everything changed.”

I chuckle, as I slice another piece of cake to a kid in the line, and as I hand him the sliced piece, I catch a glance of Vander holding Isha’s hand, walking towards our stand, Silco following behind with Huck aside. I greet Vander with my eyes as he arrives at the stand.

“Oh, Huck, why are you abusing your workers like this? C'mon guys it's a fare,” - his voice was husky and playful, a grin across his lips as he faced Huck. - “is the money that much?” - he adds, in a joking tone as turns to glance at me and Myluri.

“Well, it's not like I'm rich…” - I state in a grin as I glance at Huck, nervously laughing.

“It seems I'm gonna have to steal both of your employees.” - Silco butts in, a light smirk in his face as he taps Hucks shoulder.

“I promise, sir, I'm doing my best on, uhm, paying them the best I can.” - he fidgets with his fingers as he stutters on his words. Silco gives him a tap in the back which startled him.

“Cover for rhem, won't ya? They're still young compared to us, let them have some fun.” - his voice is calm and husky as he jokes, nodding his head to us.

Huck takes our place in the boot, Silco and Vander are still joking around as they eat the treats in our stand, and I suddenly feel a tap on my wrist. I look down and see a cute Isha grasping my hand in hers.

“Oh, hi Isha,” - I say in a smile, as I see the adorable girl who is more than half my size.

She suddenly starts pulling me, signaling for me to be quiet by putting her finger between her lips, and nodding to the rollercoaster. Which widens my eyes as I shake my head. I think it's too dangerous to sneak her in there, and Jinx would kill me if I did that.

Isha brows furrow and her lips pout in an attempt to look mad, but she just looks cutely funny. She grasps on my arm and in a surprisingly quick motion she climbs on my back, I gasp as she wraps her arms around my shoulder. And I sigh in defeat as I accept to give her a piggyback, before going on my way, I give Vander a tap on the shoulder, and when he looks at Isha, he gives me a thumbs up, and jokes about finally having a break from babysitting.

She points and points to different places and rides, most of which she can't go because of her height, but I stop to buy her some food and candy on the way, and I let her go on 1 or 2 kids rides while we're at it. After what felt like 30 minutes, I saw Vi and her group in the distance, Jinx and Ekko a few steps behind, and even though she was far away she was the first one to spot me and Isha, although when I glanced back Vi was already looking at me.

Jinx runs up to me and Ekko follows calmly behind, Vi and her group going in my direction also. Isha crawls out of my back and jumps at Jinx, giving her a big hug.

“Isha!” - Jinx yells in her hoarse voice, as she hugs Isha back in her arms. - “I thought you were with Vander?!” - she chuckles.

“I stole her if you don't mind… Well, she stole me more is more accurate.” - I joke, glancing at all of the group standing a few steps behind Jinx, Ekko coming to her side, wrapping a hand on her waist.

“Vander probably was relieved to have a break from this little dwarf.” - Ekko jokes playfully as he chuckles to Isha, as she rolls her eyes and does some sign language, which I can't quite understand.

“And what happened to your voice?” - i Ask tapping Jinx’s shoulder.

“I screamed too much on rides.” - she smirks, as if she's proud of it. I giggle back to her.

I cross my arms, and my gaze flows around, once more, to find Vi staring at me as Claggor and Mylo seem to be arguing, although it's common to see them like this. As our eyes meet, I give her a smile as I approach her, which she widens her eyes slightly and her eyebrows twitch.

“Vi, what 's up? Have you already checked around?” - I ask her, tilting my head as I gesture around us.

“Oh, kind of? I didn't wanna go on too many rides as the others, since we're kind of an uneven number…But I don't mind since that gives me the opportunity to get some treats.” - she chuckles awkwardly, which makes me sigh a laugh along with her, as she seems surprised as i do so, before letting out a smile herself.

“Same, ever since I left my stand all I did was bring Isha for rides and food.” - I cross my arms, before sighing in a more annoyed tone. - “Ugh… even though I wanted to go on the rollercoaster, I didn't want to go with a stranger.” - I add.

She glances around for an instance, tilting her head and hesitating, before stepping closer and muttering something. - “You want to get the hell out of here?” - her voice is low and husky, as I can feel her soft breathing as she speaks.

I chuckle, as I narrow my eyes at her, a smirk on my lips. - “So we can go on rides together?” - I turned my head slightly, our faces brought close together.

She lets a breathy laugh out. - “hell yeah,” - as she grabs my wrist, dragging me silently away from the group, and for a second, even if it feels delusional, i think i saw her glancing at my lips.

She drags me into a crowd, her grip strong, safe, as she makes sure not to lose me in it, she successfully cuts in line without suspicion to the rollercoaster, making her way across the wide line of people, she gets the closest we can get to being our turn. As we both try to make our way to the stairs for the toy, a guy with a security shirt stops both of us, making my breath hitch.

“There's only one spot left.” - he says, making me feel relieved, as the thought of him seeing us cut in line goes away.

I glance back, facing the people behind us. - “uhm, one of y'all can go if you want.” - a teenager looking boy, passes through us as the guard closes the gate.

I glance back at Vi, grinning at her, as she looks down to reach my gaze, her eyes soft and sparkling as the bright neon lights shine down on us from the roller coaster decorations.

“Not lucky, huh?” - I playfully joke, as I nudge her shoulder, realizing her grip on my wrist is still there, and her fingers lightly caress the skin of my hands.

“We just gotta wait till the next turn, don't worry cu-...” - she pauses, trying to hide her cut off sentence with a very fake cough, as she faces away from me.

“Hm? What were you saying?” - I lift a brow, a smirk on my lips.

“Nothing, let's just wait,” - her grip gets a little tighter, as i cut her off.

“No, no, you don't trick me, what were you gonna say?”

“Nothing!” - she chuckles, our eyes locking as she turns to me, a light blush reaches her ears.

“No, c'mon!” - i swing the hand shes holding around, as i laugh in curiosity. She shakes her head, chuckling along with me.

She tilts her head whispering close to my ear. - “i was gonna say ‘cupcake’, happy now?”

My brows lift in surprise, as I stare at her. I don't say anything, truly not expecting that, I stand surprised. After a second of silence I quietly replied with a small smile.

“...That's cute.”

“You're cute.”

“And you're-”

I get cut off by the security guy, signaling that it's our turn, we walk up the stairs and sit by each others side on the rollercoaster, sitting 2 rolls before the vert front seat. I sigh in nervousness, but still smiling nonetheless, feeling a hint of adrenaline by the thought of going down the rollercoaster, and also because Vi hasn't yet let go of my hand, am i reading too much into her actions?

“So?” - Vi suddenly pulls me away from my thoughts.

“Uhm? What's up?”

“What were you gonna say?” - she asks in a smirk, almost mocking the way i insisted on her to finish her sentence a few minutes ago, i roll my eyes in a smile.

“Like you said, ‘Nothing’.” - i quote, making her narrow her eyes in a grin, as she arched one of her brows.

The rollercoaster suddenly starts moving, and i grip Vi’s hand tighter in surprise. I glance at her in a full teeth smile, nervousness starting to set and my stomach does flips, my mind panicking with a hint of adrenaline. I laugh as i look at Vi, she looks at me and gives a excited laugh, her eyes shine bright at my direction,

“Do you wanna throw your arms up at the drop?!” - she shouts, asking me through the noises of the music and people around us.

“Fuck yeah!”

The toy bumps on it's tracks ads it starts to go up, people around us screaming in excitement. I look up, the huge hill of the rollercoaster taking painfully long to reach the top. And when it does, me and Vi glance over at each other at same time.

“1,2…” - She counts, as the toy reach the end of the hill, and pauses as it's about to go down.

“3!”

We count together raising our hands as the rollercoaster starts to drop in triple the speed, your heart starts beating faster, and as much as your brain tries telling you that you're in danger, you also feel like you're having the time of your life. You and Vi screaming and laughing as adrenaline rushes both of you, your stomach turning cold and your breathing shaky. The ride goes on for about 2 minutes, before you're met in the same spot you and Vi were at rhe beginning.

You get out and walk away in silent chuckles and giggles catching your breath.

“Holy that was good,” - you wheeze, holding a hand to your chest.

“I ate 4 pizzas before this, i think ima bout to trhow up…” - she sarcastically replies, breathing heavily, leaning against me, wrapping her arm around my neck.

“Eww, don't trhow up on me you bastard!”

“Oh i think I'm…” - she pauses as she groans, mimicking a ��trhowing up’ sound, which makes her break into laughter when i actually gasped and tried to get her hands off.

Seeing her smile like that, kinda makes my heart flutter…

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After we broke into laughter together. We agreed on going to the Ferris wheel, but for some odd reason, Vi started to get awkward out of nowhere. I don't know if it's something I said, but she felt more distant, seeming lost in thought. And even when I tried to joke with her about something, she would glance at me in a strange way and chuckle, almost looking a little sad or something else, or maybe she was tired in some sort of way. I have no idea what she was actually feeling.

We got in the line, which was significantly smaller than the rollercoaster one, which made me catch my breath at the much more calm environment. We silently got in the toy, and we awkwardly sat across each other.

“Cupcake?” - her voice husky and quiet, she called in a soft tone. My eyebrows raised in surprise, all the time that she was silent like that, I started worrying why she suddenly shut down. I try to give her a comforting smile.

“Oh you're sticking with that nickname now, hm?”

She chuckles, her smile warm, but still odd. - “yeah, it suits you, but…” - she pauses, seeming hesitant.

“Yes, Vi?” - I lean forward, my hands resting on my knees.

“... Are you interested in someone?” - she faces away from me looking out of the Ferris wheel windows, her pink and spiky hair covering her face from my view.

I arch my eyebrow, confusion and curiosity mixing together.

“Oh, well,” - I cross my legs, my hands now standing on my thighs - “Honestly, not really.”

She narrows her eyes at me, her face slightly moving in my direction.

“I highly doubt that.”

“What?”

She pauses and sighs, her elbow against the window.

“Sorry, i didn't mean to say that,” she grins, but it twitches into a soft frown, her eyes and expression showing so much vulnerability for some seconds. She really can't hide her emotions with her soft eyes.

My furrowed eyebrows relaxed slowly, but a pout was still on my face.

“You're… friendly, with everyone. Which makes me think you must probably like someone.”

“W-well, i don't… I'm not looking for anything right now.”

“...what?” - Vi glances at me, disbelief shown in her eyes.

“What?”

“So what was all that back there?” W-wait, what?” - her eyebrows furrow, she rubs her fingers between her temples, before speaking again. - “you mean you don't… don't want anything? With no one?”

“Well, I thought, I just… I thought we were having fun?” - my eyebrows curl in confusion, guilt showing on my face.

“Holding hands? Flirting?!” - she gasps in sarcasm, anger visible on her face.

“Look, I'm sorry, I didn't wanna be weird! I thought you'd only see me as a friend, o-or, i don't know!” - panic washes me, in an attempt to explain.

“You didn't wanna be ‘weird’?” - she exhales. An awkward silence rushed through the air for a few seconds, before Vi spoke up again.

“Do you even like women?” - her voice husky, tired, and feeling of disappointment reaching out of her lips.

“...i, i don't know.” - Another frustrated sigh escapes her lips. - “Vi, please can we-”

“Don't bother. I got the message.”

My eyes widened in shock, pain was heard in her voice, which also made my throat sink, I gasped as my eyes threatened to tear up, I fought the feeling of guilt and worry. I thought it was only something she does to any friend, maybe i should've realized, now looking back at it, the signs were obvious, but I didn't wanna screw up… And do I like women?

All my life i never got into a relationship, only a few interests passing by, but in the only instance i tasted someone's else's lips, was indeed a girl, at my teenage years, she wanted to make her little ex jealous, so she made a deal to convince me to kiss her in front of her, and it worked out for her, but that's it. I never thought much about that kiss, i didn't feel love, passion, or any other tingling feeling, but again, i feel the same about men, i never even ‘maked out’ with anyone before, my love life was really private and none existent, and i was happy. Before Vi.

I faced the floor in embarrassment, and silence filled the air the rest of the ride. When the door opened, Vi rushed outside, hands in pockets, and I tried following her behind, her step being quick, in an attempt to get her attention, I shouted.

“Vi, wait! Can we talk please?!” - my voice shakes, which makes me much more awkward, when she actually stops, glancing back at me.

“Cupcake, I tried this way, okay?” - her voice is blank, but a hint of pain and sorrow shows in it.

“Vi, i-i, i just don't know-” - my voice cracks, a tear forming in my eyes.

“Just, just go home. Okay? And don't look back, nor come after me.” - she faces away, continuing on her way, leaving me in front of colored flashing lights and music.

And even though there's crowds of people, I still feel the loneliest I've been in forever. Staying in such a lively place now feels like such a burden, an uncomfortable feeling, and a dumbbell in my chest. I indeed just wanna go home.

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The walk home was insufferable. Looking back at the flashing lights of the roller coaster and other toys so far away, and the music by the distance, it was depressing, truly, because you never meant to hurt Vi, and thought that both of you were having a good time. But you also don't know, you don't know anything about yourself in that sense, now that you think of it, how would it feel?

How do I like the idea of dating Vi? Talk to her in an intimate way, show affection? Hold hands? Hug? Kiss? Feel her skin, her lips… brush your hand through her hair, feel her hot breath against your skin as she talks so closely to you. Lay on her side on the same bed, cuddle, and even going further, to the point of-

Your naughty thoughts get cut off by a loud noise behind you, startling you. You look back, only to find a cat in the trash cans, apparently looking for food, your eyes water slightly by the sight, your current mood just makes you vulnerable enough to want to sob just by this view.

You take a small piece of candy fruit, vanilla flavor with strawberries on top, stuffed in a Tupperware, you open and take the pieces of strawberries, trying to clean the bits of melted ice cream before giving it to the cat. The little kitten points its ears up, as he gets closer at the sight of food hanging in your hand, he sniffs the food in your hands, before gladly accepting the treat. I hope ice cream isn't venomous, or I'll feel guilty for the rest of my life for this.

I get up and continue my way, but there's a tingling feeling in thr back of my mind… no, more like a gut feeling, like there's someone watching me, or maybe following, but I've looked back multiple times and all i see is deserted road, with few people walking the opposite way from me, probably going to the fare, the one i left my ‘friend’ hurt and disappointed, and you're left with no one to go back to.

I search my purse for my keys. A slight worry filled me when I couldn't locate them in a second, but I found them just afterwards. The door is unlocked, i open the door and step inside, and just as i close it behind me, i feel a grip on my mouth, another one at my torso locking my arms all together, panic rushes through me, as i my screams became muffled and my strength isn't enough to fight back, is it a man? Why is he so goddamn strong?

I step on his shoes, and he doesn't budge, his grips gets tighter as he shoves me against the wall, a grunt in a husky voice comes out, but it doesn't sound like a man. But It doesn't fucking matter when i feel my arms getting tucked against my back at his strong grip, the side of my cheek mets the wall, which makes me able to get a side glance at the man which… man. Oh fuck, it's not a man, you've seen this face before, in fact, fucking hours ago.

“Stay quiet for me, okay cupcake?”

Tears start to fill your eyes.

Your mumbles are Inaudible by the strong grip in your jaw, your breathing becomes quicker as anxiety clouds your mind. Her knee pushes inches further up, making you stand on your tiptoes for balance, you tighten your thighs around her leg tightly, searching for some assistance in standing.

“Well, I said I tried it that way, didn't i?” - her husky voice reaches your ears, her hot breath tickles your neck, her face just centimeters away.

You hum, and groan against her hand, but nothing makes it fold, only the tears in your eyes communicating your emotions. She arches a brow at the sight, and sighs in annoyance.

“If you scream, you won't like what I'll do after.” - she threatens, slowly taking away her grasp on your mouth, only your quick and shaky exhales making a way out of your lips.

She brings her thumb up, brushing tears out of your face, even with her calloused fingertips, the act seems genuine.

“V-Vi… why are you-”

“Can you save it for later? I'm not in the mood to answer your questions right now.” - she barked, wrapping an arm around your waist, lifting you up around her shoulder in a smooth motion, making you gasp in surprise.

“Vi, please! Let's talk,” - I mumble, my voice trembling as she makes her way into my house, moving in a way like she was familiar with the layout and rooms.

She dropped me into the soft material of my bed, even with the aggressiveness, she put her hand behind my head as she laid me down. Her fingers brush my shirt collar, before pausing, resting each hand at the sides of my face, looking down on me. Her breathing was heavy, like she was craving with anticipation. But she closes her eyes, frustration showing in her face.

“What were you gonna say?” - her voice is low and breathy, as she stares at my eyes waiting for an answer.

“... I thought about us.”

She rolls her eyes, with a sarcastic chuckle. - “Oh, did you now?”

My eyebrows furrow, my tone becoming serious and steady, i grasp her wrist.

“Yes. Vi, i did.”

Her grin is gone, only annoyance in her expression, huffing in indignation.

“Don't look at me like that. Please. Let 's talk.”

“I'm listening.”

A tense silence fills the air, as I try to form my words in my mind.

“Look, just listen, okay? Don't cut me off.” - she narrowed her eyes, giving one a small nod in agreement. I exhale in a shaky breath.

“I don't know how I exactly feel. I've never been with anyone. Not men, not women. And truly, I don't remember the last time I tried to figure it out.”

I hesitate, my gaze facing away from her's, embarrassment and nervousness getting in my system.

“When I was with you, I didn't know if I was thinking of it wrong, because I thought it was just a ‘friend’ thing, and I didn't wanna mess up. But I've been thinking and…”

I reach Vi’s gaze, her eyes are soft now, vulnerable, once again, hope showing in her face, or maybe excitement? Fuck, im confused too myself, her eyes always trap me, and her lips, the little scar on her top one, and another one on her eyebrow. Fuck, i could stare, and admire her features forever.

“I wanna try, and, besides that. i really, kinda fucking want you…?”

Hesitation is in my voice, fear and anxiety shows in my actions. I even avoid looking at her as I say this, cringing at my own words, but her reaction surprised me too, well, some of it.

“I hope you noticed by, now, or else you're really fucking slow.” - she chuckles, rubbing her temples with her index and thumb, before continuing.

“It has been… years. But when I truly started feeling these things for you, was 536 days ago. Fuck, you made me so… fucking obsessed.” - her voice is hoarse, low, and tentative, provocative, full of desire.

“And when i saw with someone else, didn't matter who, i just wanted to shoot their fucking brains out… when i saw you with Ekko, even though i know it wasn't like that, i was fucking fuming, wishing that was me.”

“I have been stealing your things, yes. Just to have some sort of your trace. Your smell. Your digits. Just a single part of you. Hoping that after i gain you over, i could return these one day as a proof for love, even if it's sick in the mind. I just fucking need you. Please, I need to taste you so bad.” - her hands rub the point of my ear, her knee makes a way into between my legs softly.

“And yes, dickhead, I know you're a virgin.” - she brings her face close, which almost makes me gasp, thinking she was going for a kiss, but she simply brings her lips close to my neck, and whispers. - “I'll be gentle, let me take care of you, baby.”

Her possessive touch was sickening, in a good way, It left you only seeking more, more of her fingers and touch. Her hand slides onto your waist, and the other to your neck, as she left wet kisses, going from your jaw and going to your neck and collarbone, before lifting her face, and glance up to your eyes, thumb brushed softly against the skin of your neck, and her eyes waited for consent. You quietly nod, as you stare at her beautiful, powder blue eyes.

She unbuttons your shirt, your black bra being revealed, as you help her by pulling your sleeves yourself, and she throws the shirt into the ground, she pushes you back into the bed, checking you out with eyes that screams desire, her gaze traveling down to your lips and chest. Her face goes down once again, kissing and teasing your body with her tongue, you gasp, suddenly feeling a sharp pain in your neck, looking down, seeing Vi back down at the skin she just left a hickey on.

Your hand reaches her hair, your fingers brushing through it, she smirks as she continues. Her kisses going down, and down, her hands on your hips, she slides your pants off, leaving you exposed in your panties and bra, she gasps as she takes in the sight. She kisses the edge of your panties, the new feeling makes you squirm, not used to the kind of touch.

“V-Vi, what about you…?”

“shhh, just relax, it's your day, so sit and enjoy… and tell me if you want to stop.”

She pushes at the edges of your panties with her thumb, exposing your pussy to her, she seems amused with the view, as she kisses above your clit, making a wet trail, before finally dive in, kissing and sucking on your clit, making your muscles tense up, and tremble in overstimulation. She holds you down by your hips, as she continues to twirl her tongue in circles on your clit, making you whimper and gasp for air. She edges you enough to desperately wish she'd just head in, and start working more below. “P-please, Vi…” you begged, the words coming from your mouth making her touch and words the more all possessive.

Suddenly, her hands grasps your inner thighs, forcing you open, as she reaches to suck in between your folds, her nose just in the perfect spot to overstimulate your clit as she eats you out, her tongue doing various forms of motions, as she takes note of which and what ones makes you fold the best, grabbing it all and combining altogether, making you roll your eyes as you moan her name. Your hands caresses her hair, her hot breath against your pussy making you fucking crazy, as you feel the vibration of her voice as she hums in pleasure as she tastes your juices.

Just as you were feeling close, the pleasure doing wonders to your brain, she stops, making you whine as you're left on edge. You catch a glimpse of her smirk, licking her lips as she swallows your juices, and she cleans the rest of the wet mess on her mouth with the back of her hand. She positions herself in between your legs, her hands at the back of your knees as she gently stretches you enough to fit herself, one of her hands trace your lower stomach, making its way to your clit, starting making circle motions.

“Sorry, but I just want to see how you look when you cum…” - she smirks, as she reaches for your cheek and leaves kisses against your face, you whimper and whine in desire and pleasure.

Without warning, her lips make their way into yours, your lips parting in shock, she invades your mouth with her tongue, and guiding yours as she makes you taste a little bit of yourself, she bites you lower lip in a provocative motion, turning the process all the more passionate. Her middle finger slowly makes her way into you completely, making you throw your head back as you roll your eyes, the pain being light but the pleasure being much bigger.

“You're so beautiful, do you know that, baby?” - her praises makes you fold, goosebumps reaching all of your body, her words of praise, possessive, jealousy and desire, makes you go fucking insane.

“I want to make you mine, just mine, cupcake…” - she mutters against your neck, her breathing heavy and her voice low.

She gently slides another finger in, curling the both in the perfect motion, just to make you cum. You whimper and moan, grasping Vi’s arm as you fully release, your whole body warm and shaking with heat and pleasure.

Vi copies your breathing, as she brushes a strand of hair off your face behind your ears, resting her hand on your cheek as she kisses your lips one more time.

“You don't know how much I've dreamed about this, love…”

You catch your breath, your eyes searching for comfort in Vi’s, and she gives you even more than that. Your arms wrap around her neck, pushing her down with me with a chuckle.

“How are you so good at this?” - you ask, provoking her, as you brush your thumb at the back of her ear.

“Unfortunately, with other people…” - she smiles, as she slides an arm under your waist, grabbing you into her lap, which makes you chuckle in surprise. - “so… does that mean I'm your first?” - she hesitated, a hint of happiness on her face.

“Well yeah… if you want to make a badge for it you can,” - i playfully joke, she also laughs softly along.

“Right now… I just need you, baby.”

#vi x reader #arcane headcanon #arcane fluff #vi x you #arcane vi x reader #vi fanfic #vi angst #vi fluff #vi arcane #vi smut

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fandom-susceptible · 3 days ago

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So I've been thinking about where The Dragon Prince left things after Season 7, especially since they had to wrap it up so quickly and it doesn't look like they're likely to get full ten seasons.

I'm still very unsettled by Terry. I know he had his whole "Zuko here" moment and "redemption arc", but it rings hollow for me for a guy who spent the previous several seasons totally cool with a genocide against his own people as long as it was Claudia doing it. I super don't buy his shock and dismay at Claudia trying to kill the illusion of her mother after what he himself did to Ibis. I want to know where he came from and why he's okay with Dark Magic, just so long as it's not Aaravos.

Which is only loosely tied into a thought I wanna dwell on more, but is somewhat important background information for my thought process.

So at the end of Season 7, Soren, Corvus, Pyrrah, and Terry take off looking for King Harrow in the body of Pip the songbird. They wouldn't even know to look except that Runaan confirmed that King Harrow didn't fight back at the assassination, and instead just squawked, and Corvus put the pieces together.

Ezran is still struggling to forgive Runaan for his part in Harrow's death, which I think actually adds to his depth of character. He's no longer an innocent child - the "true soul", "death of innocence" theme from this season was strong, and Ezran is the peak example of it. He must find a way to balance his ideals with the pain that far more adult figures have been struggling with for years. Callum made a good point bringing up that he forgave Zubeia, and we didn't get to see Ezran's response, but imo his reaction to Callum's betrayal sort of fills in the blanks. It was Zubeia's mate and son that she thought were dead. I can see how that would make more sense for a kid like Ezran, who grew up with very strong familial bonds and values, than Runaan and the other assassins carrying out revenge for someone else when they have no personal grudge of their own.

Anyways. Consider.

Pip/Harrow's been missing for three years now. That bird could be anywhere on either side of the continent by now, though he is living with the mind of a king. He's also nowhere near Katolis, or Ezran would have found him already, from going to talk to "Pip" and finding that the bird is carrying an entirely different soul.

So imagine, in that time lapse in the final episode, Soren and Corvus come back and confess that they haven't found anything of worth. The last maybe-sighting of Pip was from some soldiers in Viren's army who thought they saw the bird following them into the Sunfire plains in Xadia. It's been two years, and they don't know.

So Rayla says she knows someone who might be able to help. The best tracker in Xadia. He can find anyone on the Xadian side of the border, and anyone he's ever tried to find in the Human Kingdoms too. He's diligent and has only ever missed one target. If anyone can track down King Harrow, it's him . . . but Ez isn't going to like it.

Runaan.

And at first Ezran doesn't. But Rayla makes a point, and Corvus and Soren aren't having any luck on their own or with Terry (if he's even relevant, tbh, if I write it he probably won't be because i am still disturbedd by that guy). So he agrees - with conditions, of course.

Runaan is hesitant when he's told the news, and when Ezran asks him why, he just delicately points out that a king in the body of a bird is also a bird with none of the instincts of a bird, and may not have survived regardless of the war, unless he's learned how to feed himself and managed to avoid all possible predators for three years straight.

Ezran acknowledges it, tells him that's something he's . . . preparing for. But Corvus gets to make the call that they've searched too much and Harrow is likely dead. Not Runaan.

So the terms are agreed to and Runaan ends up going on a road trip with Soren and Corvus. Please imagine the comedic value of dignified older assassin in the midst of a major cultural deconstruction trying to do serious business with Soren. Especially Soren and Corvus. And the flip side - imagine Soren and Corvus seeing what Xadia is like towards Moonshadow elves, especially ones of Runaan's description (tall, menacing, leader, broken horn, homosexual - am I talking about Runaan or Kim'dael). Possibly featuring an appearance from the surviving Dragonguard, and Runaan's reaction to Hendyr specifically, the Skywing elf who KNEW Tiadrin and Lain stayed to protect the egg and chose not to save it or to clear their names.

#ft my elves have fangs hc even #as a treat #let runaan snarl with fangs at hendyr for condemning his friends' memory #give us moonshadow death lore #need to make a death lore speculation post actually #the dragon prince #tdp #tdp runaan #tdp terry #tdp soren #tdp corvus #tdp rayla #the dragon prince season 7

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schrijverr · 15 hours ago

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I Didn’t Mean to Say I Do, but I Do. I Do. 45

Chapter 45 out of 50

Secret marriage of convenience buddie slow burn AU, where Buck and Eddie have been married for years so Buck could adopt Chris and no one at the 118 knows.

In this chapter, Buck and Chris get swept up by the tsunami. Buck tries his best to keep Chris safe and sheltered from the worst of it, however, the receding tide still takes him. Buck has to find him again, he can’t lose Chris, can’t lose their son.

On AO3.

Ships: Buddie

Warnings: insecurity, self loathing, injury, minor character death mention, near death experience

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Chapter 45: Just Keep Swimming

A tsunami. Buck honestly isn’t sure why he didn’t expect it with how life has just been one disaster after another lately, but somehow this wasn’t on his planning this morning when he took Chris to the pier.

Sitting here on a fire engine from what he’s pretty sure is Bosko’s unit, surrounded by people he pulled from the water, he regrets not at least calling out a hi to her when he saw her on the pier earlier.

It felt too awkward to so then, since she is housing his husband and he at some point thought said husband was having an affair with her, but now he would kill for someone to know that they’re out here. It was such a spur of the moment thing that he didn’t mention it to anyone. They’re sitting ducks right now.

The only thing that is keeping him sane, is that Chris is right next to him.

He feels horrible about Chris being out here in this with him. If they’d just stayed home today, they wouldn’t have been in this mess. But no, Buck dragged Chris out to the pier, because he wanted to make right that Eddie has been driven away by something involving Buck. Now Chris just has another traumatic event to add to the list. And that’s his fault.

However, now is not the time to focus on how awful he feels, he needs to focus on Chris. Despite the terrible day he’s having, he’s being plenty cheerful. It’s very Chris, and Buck is glad life hasn’t crushed his spirit yet as they play I Spy together.

If the circumstances were different, he might have paid more attention to the other people he pulled from the water. However, no one appeared seriously injured, so as long as that stays the same, he forgives himself for not having the best bedside manners right now.

He’s off the clock anyway and not even officially a firefighter again, he can be forgiven for wanting to focus on his own kid. He did enough already by leaving him alone on the fire engine to pull everyone else out the water. Buck is a firefighter in his heart, so that went without saying, but he’s too tired to divide his attention between everyone else and Chris. Paramedic has always been more Hen or Chimney’s, or even Eddie’s job.

“Okay, I spy with my little eye, something that…” Buck looks to see what he can find. “Moves people around.”

Chris peers around quite adorably at the debris that is floating by to see what Buck is spying. “Oh, a scooter,” Chris realizes quickly, spotting what Buck had spied.

“Ah, yeah, nice one,” Buck says, having hoped it would be a little more difficult to find. He wants to be able to drag this game out as long as he can, so Chris has something to focus on other than the fact that they’re stuck on a fire engine while waiting for rescue or until the water goes down. But he can’t get disheartened yet, so he nudges Chris and prompts: “Okay, genius, your turn.”

“I spy,” Chris looks around much like Buck had a few seconds ago, “a shopping cart.”

“What? No, come on. Hey, that’s not how the game works. You can’t just yell stuff out,” Buck tells him.

“But, papi, yelling stuff out is the fun part!” Chris yells loudly, big grin on his face.

Buck’s heart just bursts with affection. He loves this kid so goddamn much and he is so grateful to the universe that it let him have this, even if it might not be forever, he gets to be here now. He pulls Chris into a side hug, leaning his cheek against Chris’s wet curls as he says: “You amaze me, buddy.”

“Why?”

“I know you’ve had a rough few weeks and you were pretty down yesterday. When I was a kid and I got bad news, I always got so mad, but you, after the day you had, here you are, with a big smile, busting a gut,” Buck chuckles. Then emotion overtakes him and the memory of the fear makes his voice waver. “You never gave up. Even when that water was rushing over you back there. You just kept on swimming.”

“Like Dory,” Chris says, referencing a movie they’d watched together a couple of times. Buck hadn’t even realized the words Dory sang so often had come out until Chris said that.

“Yeah, like Dory,” he smiles. “And not just today, you know, but every day. You never say no, you never complain.” It’s suddenly very important to Buck that Chris knows how impressed he is with him, that he thinks he’s the best, that he’s proud of him. “You’re such a good kid, Superman, and I keep being blown away by you. How do you do that? You didn’t get that from me, that’s for sure.”

Chris has a pleased look on his face as he explains: “Well, I complained once, but it didn’t work.”

Buck could point out that Chris complained more than once whenever it was early, but he still had to do PT or when he had to go to bed…

However, he doesn’t. He doesn’t want to do that, he doesn’t want to waste time that suddenly feels so limited correcting Chris, he wants to know him. Know him the best he can, hold as many pieces of this amazing kid in his heart. “So what did you do?”

“I just kept on swimming, papi. Like Dory,” Chris shrugs simply.

God, Chris is going to make Buck cry. He’s been trying so hard not to cry, to not let Chris see how scared he was and still is, how dangerous their situation is. Yet, here he is, nearly loosing that fight with himself because of Chris.

He’s witnessed the kid go through so much heartbreak. From Shannon leaving, to Eddie having to re-enlist, to Eddie getting seriously hurt, to uprooting his whole life to move here, to Buck getting hurt, to Eddie pulling away, to this. Buck doesn’t know where he gets the resilience. Eddie is stubborn sure, and so is Buck, and the fiery attitude Chris gets from Shannon, but this? It’s pure Chris.

It makes Buck want to hold Chris closer, hug him tightly and wish nothing else will happen to him, that nothing will ever break his spirit. But he doesn’t want to start acting weird, doesn’t want to worry Chris. So, he just pulls him a little closer to his side and takes a deep breath.

“Oh my god, look over there,” a man exclaims, pulling Buck out of his thoughts as he tries to see what they’re talking about.

“Oh my god.” “Oh no.” Two women also exclaim their horror and Buck now sees why. It’s no longer just debris that is floating by, but a group of bodies.

Chris hasn’t seen the bodies yet and Buck needs to make sure he never will. He could never live with himself if he let Chris see that. Nor could Eddie. God, Eddie will probably be so pissed at Buck. He trusted Buck to look out for Chris, to take care of him when he couldn’t, but Buck only got him caught up into a literal disaster and now Chris might see his first corpse.

Moving quickly, he settles Chris sideways, doing a little swoop as he sits him down to make it seem playful as he cups Chris’s cheek to further guide his eyes away and says: “I- I spy with my little eye, something that is,” he looks around desperately, “high.”

Success. Chris looks up and away from the bodies, peering at the buildings surrounding them to find what Buck is spying, thankfully not yet bored of the game. “A street sign?” he guesses.

Buck looks over at the bodies to see where they are. Still too close for comfort. In fact, way too close in general. They’re right next to the engine, if Buck wanted to touch them, all he’d have to do is reach out his hand.

Despite not having picked anything as the object for I Spy, Buck shakes his head: “Uh, high- higher than that. Like, whoa…” to keep up the charade.

Chris guesses a window, a street light and a cloud, before the bodies have passed. When Buck finally reveals the answer was the air-conditioning unit in one of the windows, Chris huffs: “I don’t wanna play this game anymore.”

“Yeah, me neither,” Buck sighs in a manner that may be a bit too honest as he goes to sit next to Chris. His leg hurts like a motherfucker and he’s exhausted.

It seems to last forever until a rescue mission is set up, though logically he knows they’re probably already out there, getting through is just hard and organizing enough boats is rough. Still, he’d give a lot to see firefighters on the horizon. Especially the 118.

God, what he wouldn’t give to see the 118 right now. To have the most competent people he knows come to rescue them, so he knows this nightmare is behind him.

The 118 will have Eddie too. He wants to see Eddie so bad right now. The man will likely be angry with him for endangering Chris, but he’d at least be here with him. He’s missed him being by his side so much and even though he knows it will likely be his new reality soon, in this moment he’d give anything to have the fantasy of a them again. He needs the comfort, even when he won’t know what to do when he’ll get it.

“I don’t know what we’re gonna tell daddy,” he says, more to fill the silence and distract himself from his own thoughts than anything else. “You know, we don’t invite him one time and, uh, look what happens.”

He doesn’t know what he expected from Chris. Maybe a snippy comment, like Eddie sometimes does, or another blasé comment about their situation. Instead he gets a soft and honest: “You saved me. And you saved them.”

Buck looks over at the others that Chris indicated. They all look half-drowned and beaten up, but they’re alive. He makes eye contact with one of the women he pulled out early on and she smiles at him, the younger woman huddled next to her doing the same. Automatically he smiles back.

If he’s honest, he doesn’t think he did anything big, just did his job. However, Chris doesn’t think so. Chris thinks he saved them, that he’s a hero. The tears he managed to fight off return and he has to swallow to stop them from falling.

To deflect, he says: “No, we did that together. Me and you make a great team. Give me a high five,” as he holds up his hand. He means it too, he wouldn’t have made it through this without Chris right there next to him.

Chris high fives him as Buck continues: “I’m proud of you. Really,” because Chris needs to hear that. He pulls Chris into a hug, hoping that’ll make the message sink in more.

As Chris loops his arms around Buck in return, he says: “Thank you, papi.”

“No, thank you,” Buck whispers into Chris’s shoulder. It’s not the most eloquent thing he’s ever said, but it’ll have to do, because he can’t think of anything else to say.

The sounds of water rushing makes him pull back slightly from the hug so he can see what’s going on.

Indeed, the water that had been calm a second ago is now flowing again and it’s flowing fast, too fast. It’s shaking the fire engine and pulling the debris along to bash against the sides of their refuge that now seems more fragile than it should.

Buck immediately grips Chris tightly, as he shouts to the others: “Everybody get down! Get down and hold on! Hold on!”

Further up a shelter must have failed to withstand the wave, because there are calls for help coming from between the debris and when Buck looks up over the cabin of the fire engine, there are people getting dragged forwards by the water as they wave for help.

Torn, he looks between Chris and the people yelling for help. He should definitely go help them, but he should also definitely make sure Chris is okay.

In the end, helping the people wins out, Chris is already okay. The fire engine is holding up and a safe space to hide out on until this is over. Besides, Chris thinks he saved the people already on there, he can’t let him see him just sit and do nothing while people need help. It’s not in his nature and it’s not what he wants Chris to think of his papi.

So he tells Chris to hold on, then goes to lay over the roof of the front cabin, so he can hold out his hand for the people drifting towards them to grab.

He is just pulling up a man, when something rams into the engine, shaking it violently. He hears something that could be the start of ‘papi’ before there is a splash. The realization of what that could be washes over him and he turns around just in time to see Chris disappear into the waves.

In a wave of adrenaline, he pulls the man aboard, injuring his arm in the process, but he doesn’t care as he abandons any sort of rescuing mission he was aiding at the other side of the engine as he goes to scanning the water to find Chris, calling out: “Chris? Christopher! Christopher! No! Christopher! Christopher! CHRIS!”

There is no Christopher to call back.

Without hesitation, he dives into the water after him. The chances of managing to grab him again are very low and it’s a stupidly dangerous thing to do, but none of that even registers for Buck. His son needs him, he’s going to fucking get to him, danger be damned.

If Chris was difficult to spot from the engine, it’s downright impossible to find him in the chaos of the water. Buck’s screams keep getting cut off by the water invading his mouth and just keeping himself above the water is an exhausting task. He doesn’t know how he’s going to get to Chris when he finally does find him.

As it turns out, he never gets to find out. A cluster of debris rams into him, pushing all the air out of his lungs, before dragging him down under as his foot gets stuck. Helplessly he tugs at it, vision whiting out from the pain, since of course it has to be his bad leg.

Before he can drown, the debris cluster hits a building and so does Buck. It wrenches at his leg, making him pass out, but freeing him in the process.

Buck floats down towards the sea unconscious for another second, before hitting a street sign, which wakes him up again. He flails about and almost drowns a dozen more times, before he grabs onto what at one point was wind indicator, but is now a broken pole where debris congregates.

He looks around desperately for Chis, calling out his name, but there is no response nor sign from the kid anywhere.

The heavy feeling of defeat settles in his bones as he clings to that pole, sporadically getting hit by debris as slowly the water level goes down. No miracle happens. Chris doesn’t appear. He hits the ground with a sharp pain in his leg and Chris nowhere in sight.

Chris is gone.

He lost him.

Buck lost him.

How is he ever going to live with himself? How is he ever going to tell Eddie? Buck left Chris alone for a second to save someone he didn’t even know. He let Chris fall. He let Chris drown. Buck lost him. He lost their son.

And for what? To save some people he doesn’t know? When Maddie was kidnapped by Doug and in serious danger, he hesitated, because he wanted to come home to his family, preserve what he had. Yet, here he abandoned Chris, the one person he wanted to come home to, because he wouldn’t understand.

He abandoned Chris right in front of his face, left him behind with nothing more than a ‘hold on’ while he focused on someone else. What kind of person is he? What does it say about him that he would abandon his sister for himself and his son for a stranger?

How will he ever look Eddie in the eye and tell him their son died, because Buck was playing the hero?

Buck isn’t on the clock right now, is still on medical leave. He’s a firefighter, sure, but he isn’t coming in after the fact to help with the rescue like those that are out there right now. He was hit by that wave, in the thick of the disaster. He’s a victim here, someone to be saved. He didn’t need to help anyone.

He should have left all those people behind to die. He should have held Chris as tightly as he could and never let him go, no matter what was happening around them.

‘You saved me. And you saved them.’

Chris’s words from before echo through his mind and he lifts his head to the sky to keep the tears in. He didn’t save anyone, especially not Chris. But it is how Chris sees him. He saves people. It’s why he couldn’t have abandoned anyone.

Because Buck is Buck and Buck saves people. He can still remember Chris bragging to his grandparents how his papi and daddy are heroes. How could he disappoint him by leaving those people when Chris was already safe beside him?

Chris was safe.

He was supposed to be safe.

Buck was supposed to keep him safe, but he failed. He failed and he has to fix this.

Determination comes over him and he uses the pole to steady himself. His ribs are bruised, maybe even broken and he has a headache like no other, not to mention his leg hurting almost worse than when he first got the injury. However, none of that matters, he has a mission to complete. He has to find Chris.

There is nothing else for him to worry about now. He is going to find Chris even if it kills him and he’s going to bring him home. He’s going to face Eddie with an alive Chris. He refuses to face an alternate reality.

Eddie is probably out there somewhere, helping people. That is his job. Eddie is out there as a firefighter, Buck is out here as a father. It’s his job to find Chris. They’ve always shared the responsibility, passed it back and forth to make it manageable. Right now, Buck holds the responsibility. He won’t fuck that up. Buck fixes things, he can fix this too.

It doesn’t matter that Eddie has been pulling away recently, that he’s figuring himself out. The two of them are still a unit as they’ve always been. Just because Eddie is going to leave Buck, doesn’t mean that their little family is gone entirely. They still have each other’s back out in the field, so Buck needs to have his back.

Buck will always be connected to Eddie through Chris. Eddie trusts him with Chris’s safety, trusts him to watch him while Eddie takes the space he needs. Just like Buck trusted him with Chris when he was chasing after Maddie or in the hospital.

Of course he’ll always love Eddie, he loves him so fucking much, but Chris was the first Diaz that stole his heart, albeit in a different way.

Eddie feels like safety and home. He feels like a solid rock that Buck can always come back to and be met with open arms. He knows Buck wholly and he never left. Not really. He had to enlist and recently he ran. However, he never left. He stayed close, he didn’t abandon him. Buck believes that somehow, sometime, they’ll come back to each other, even if it’s as nothing other than friends.

But Chris- Chris is his kid. His best friend, who amazes him every day. He loves Chris so much. Chris, who is so small, who has been entrusted to Buck, who he has nurtured and seen grow into such an amazing person. Chris is a piece of his soul, that is just walking around. Chris relies on him, looks at him for guidance, for comfort, for parenting. Buck will never take that for granted.

The thought is enough to propel him forward into action. He straightens himself up and looks around. The water pulled them back out to the sea, Chris was taken by the same tide as him, he probably washed up somewhere close to him. He just has to start searching, he’s bound to find Chris at some point.

It’s worse than having to find a needle in a haystack, but he ignores that part of reality. Thinking like that isn’t going to get him anywhere, isn’t going to fix this. Chris is still out there. He has to be.

Those first few steps he nearly buckles under the pain, but he has to keep moving. He doesn’t have time for pain and he knows he can keep pushing through. The human limit is much further than most people think, he’s seen people push through things much worse than a few bruises and a twisted ankle.

It’s a struggle at first. The water is still coming to his waist and slowly flowing back to the sea, so pushing against him. However, after a few near misses that send his heart beat skyrocketing, he gets into a rhythm.

Looking around, he sees that what is left of the pier is to his left and that the fire engine they took shelter on is also left from his position, even if it’s further inland. The water must have pulled him right, which means it pulled Chris right too.

He turns his back on both places and heads right.

Around him, more people are making their way through the disaster towards higher ground. Buck makes sure to take a good look at every person he passes, trying to see if he can catch sight of Chris, found by someone else. Safe.

No luck.

Turning onto a street, he hears someone yell: “Hey! There’s a kid under there.”

Immediately Buck is rushing to help. He hopes naively that it’s Chris, that it will be that easy. But he should have known better. Going off the shoes, he’s pretty sure it’s not Chris, but he isn’t going to let someone die. Especially not a kid. That’s someone’s child. He would want someone to save Chris too if they had the chance. Isn’t that what Hen said during the earthquake? This is no different.

He tells himself he’s not going to make detours to rescue people when he doesn’t have to, but this is basic human decency. Besides, with her free, he can stop the people she’s with, before they leave to ask them if they’ve seen Chris.

“Hey, hey, hey, excuse me,” he stops the group. “I’m looking for an eight-year-old boy. His name is Christopher. He’s always smiling, and he’s got CP, Cerebral Palsy. He’s got brown hair, yellow shirt.” He thinks about mentioning the glasses, but Chris probably lost them.

The surfer guy with long hair, thinks for a moment, then nods: “Yeah, yeah. I think I saw him.”

The feeling of hope, so fragile yet too big to contain his body is almost impossible to describe as he asks: “Where?”

“He was headed with a group that that cupcakery place,” surfer guy says. “I heard they’re handing out water.”

“Cupcakery? What is that?” Buck asks, needing more information so he can find Chris.

“You know, cupcake bakery. It’s about six or seven blocks south of here on Strand,” surfer guy explains.

While he is usually a fan of new tidbits of knowledge, right now he can’t give a single flying fuck about what a cupcakery is exactly. However surfer boy has given him workable information to go off with the address. “Thank you. Thank you.”

The girl is not the last person, he pulls out of the rubble on his search for Chris. And surfer guy is not the last person that gives him information on Chris that turns out to be nothing.

However, the disappointment never stops Buck. He has to keep going, keep searching, keep believing that Chris is alive and out there. That he just has to find him. That all he has to do is get to him and it’ll be okay.

A part of him can understand that it might be denial, but he doesn’t have space for anything else. If he lets himself think that, all the aches and pains he feels will pull him under and he can’t allow that to happen. He knows he’s injured, but he has to push through. For Chris.

Buck doesn’t give up. He can’t. Not until Chris is safe. He just has to keep swimming. Just has to fix this, even if it kills him. There is no other option, not for him, not when it comes to his son.

A/N:

I’m sorry if you thought you’d find out what Eddie would do this chapter, it was a deception. Let’s cross our fingers Buck doesn’t die before someone can find him!

#rr writing #secret marriage of convenience buddie au #the i do verse #9-1-1 #9 1 1 #9 1 1 show #9 1 1 fanfiction #911 #911 show #911 fanfic #buddie #buck x eddie #evan buckley #christopher diaz #buckley diaz family #tw: insecurity #tw: self loathing #tw: minor character death mention #tw: near death experience

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june-rambles · 43 minutes ago

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i agree with this.. this is something i think about A LOT. so heres a quickly written thought dump: emma is sarcastic and uses humor to cope but she is clearly absolutely spiraling as the seasons go on, and SOMETIMES ITS JUST TREATED AS HER “HEALING AND BECOMING MORE MATURE”

BUT SHES JUST GOING DEEPER INTO THAT MENTALITY THAT SHE HAS TO SAVE EVERYONE TO BE WANTED SHES. A. FOSTER. KID. AND THAT TRAUMA IS OVERLOOKED CONSTANTLY BY THE SHOW

if anyone remembers the letter she left her family when she was preparing to sacrifice herself to save everyone from dark one hook, it perfectly shows her mental state from like season 2/3 beyond REMEMBER THAT ARGUMENT THAT HER AND AUGUST GOT INTO IN SEASON ONE?

“YOU'RE SAYING THAT I AM RESPONSIBLE FOR EVERYONE'S HAPPINESS? THAT IS CRAP. I DON'T WANT THAT” (verbatim) #SHE NEVER WANTED TO BE THE SAVIOR SHE NEVER EVEN BELIEVED IN IT#BUT AFTER THE CURSE BROKE SHE FORCED HERSELF TO BECAUSE SHE THOUGHT THATS THE ONLY WAY THEY'D WANT HER

THATS THE ROLE SHE PLAYED: THATS A VERY COMMON THING IN PEOPLE WHO DIDN'T FEEL LOVED AS CHILDREN IS THAT THEY TAKE ON ROLES AND FORM TO WHAT THEY THINK YOU WANT. THEY ACT HOW YOU THINK THEY WANT THEM TO EMMA IS TRAUMATIZED AS HELL AND ITS NEVERRR ADDRESSED AS MUCH AS EVERYONE ELSE'S TRAUMA IS, bECAUSE SHE HAS FAMILY NOW SO SHE FEELS SHE SHOULD JUST BE GRATEFUL SO SHE REPRESSES EVERYTHING BECAUSE ATLEAST SHE HAS FAMILY NOW RIGHT?

and i agree that her and regina are like two sides of the same coin: when regina decided the world was against her, she became an externalizer

but when emma decided the world was against her, she internalized it and that shows in the difference of how they deal with persecution

when regina is called the evil queen: she accepts it. she reflects it. "You think I'm evil? Sure. I'll be evil"

when emma is convinced shes hurting people in the ingrid arc?: she thinks shes horrible. she thinks she's a danger to her family and everyone around her so she isolates herself.

same thing with the dark swan arc. after camelot she isolates herself in her empty house. when her family is having diner in granny's she just watches. she doesn't even try to go in.

and after henry finds out about what emma did to violet, and he shuts the curtain, it like. i dont know. it confirms something to her. she stopped being the savior, and looked what happened? her family hates her. no one wants anything to do with her. killian hates her, and he feeds into this ("this is why you'll always be an orphan" or whatever he says)

also i think of the season 3 finale when emma is like I want to leave to keep Henry safe. and EVERYONE IS UPSET WITH THAT. and she doesnt realize its because they love and care about her, i think she just thinks its because then she can't be the savior, but then she goes back in time and i think it clicks that its because they love her, and she loves them. (neal's "its not home until you miss it" quote)

so yeah.

i think the most of "golden retriever" emma we see is season 1? in season 1, they're very much setting up regina's backstory and trauma, and we dont get the darker parts of emma's past trauma (and future trauma) until later. so i think its more of that first impression that sticks with people? but i think its more just, she's free from the trauma shes yet to experience. she hasn't cut pieces of herself away yet, she has no standards to conform too. so season 1 emma is how i imagine real emma is. or the closest we see to her true self. obviously she changes but i cant look at s6 emma and see the same character. this might be straying away from the topic but i'm thinking of this too. she just feels like a different character and this might be a bit of a reach but i personally think its because now the dry sarcasm is mostly from regina and hook, when that used to be very much emma's thing. and emma feels more like a plot device than anything. they've already set up her character. shes already liked. not even mentioning the wardrobe changes and how much they strayed away from the less feminine aesthetic we associated her with. boots and jeans and belts and tank tops. and then shes floral and sweet and jewelry. but that could mean nothing.

it’s so interesting to me that the fandom seemingly collectively decided years ago that emma was the goofy, happy-go-lucky golden retriever to regina’s black cat. maybe it’s just because they needed to contrast the two somehow? but it never quite felt right to me because emma, to me, is just as hardened and guarded as regina is, maybe even more so.

sure, she still has some idealism in her, still believes there is good in the world, but it’s not for her. that goodness is for everyone else. she doesn’t frolic, she doesn’t relax, she’s never known how.

to me, emma and regina are similar in every way but one: when the world broke regina’s heart, she gave up entirely on the idea of goodness and became determined to make the rest of the world suffer with her. when the world broke emma’s heart, she held goodness in her tightly balled fist and refused to let go of it, determined to take the pain away from everyone else and take it on herself instead. for emma, to love is to suffer on her loved one’s behalf. to bite her tongue and bear it through gritted teeth. she’s the savior; she exists to sacrifice. she’s a living martyr.

they are both bitter, jaded, spiteful women who have fought tooth and nail for every little bit of happiness they have. which is why no one can understand them but each other. no one can truly love them but each other.

anyway. i always wondered where that characterization of her being the goofy carefree one came from, because it’s so opposite to the emma i see in the show.

#“i couldn't stand the sun”#<- fic tag #i need to work on that fic bc its literally driven by these concepts.. sigh #emma swan #ouat #once upon a time #june is rambling #june's reblogs

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tenowls · 1 year ago

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teacher getou au...... wauh

#jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru #gojo satoru #itadori yuuji #kugisaki nobara #fushiguro megumi #teacher getou au #satosugu #fanart #very funny how gojo leaves both yuuji and yuuta on their first mission hssdjshjdd #i know hes technically watching but. these kids do not know anything abt jujutsu at that point and theyre also KIDS. worst teacher HKSDKSD #anyway. been trying to look for fics but haven’t been able to find one i wanna read so i was like ok I’ll do it myself #however i am not a good writer so. DRAWINGS OF RANDOM LITTLE SCENES WILL HAVE TO DO #i want a plot focused fic w a side of shipping…. blease if anyone out there has any recs #as in like. the shipping written in a way that’s relevant to the plot #i want to see the rammies explored. yknowyknow #what happened differently in the aftermath of rikos death to make getou want to be a teacher instead #how is jjk0 different without him as the main antagonist and who does kenjaku take as a host #how does shibuya play out #how are both he and gojo different as characters #having grown up into adulthood together #getou as gojo’s moral compass etc #YKNOWYKNOW #i am aware that to explore all of that would be a monster of a fic which is probably why it does not exist (to my knowledge) but #IF THERES ANY FICS OUT THERE THAT EXPLORE EVEN SOME OF IT. PLEASE SEND THEM MY WAY #EVEN A FUN LITTLE CASEFIC WHERE THEY GO ON A QUICK MISSION OR SMTH #AS LONG AS THERES PLOT #another theoretical fic i would like to read is canonverse post-shibuya but like with a plot that makes sense #jjk my favourite mediocre shounen battle manga. could be so much better. has anyone attempted this #that one post thats like im not a hater im a dismayer. thats me

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sideprince · 6 months ago

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I resent getting dragged into the discourse but it's wild to me that there are people out there who read the HP books and laud Harry for being brave and having a big heart and redeeming the wizarding world with his unusually great ability to love, yet can't comprehend how he could learn to appreciate Snape's sacrifice.

I'm very specifically thinking of the fact that Harry watches Snape die. Snape, who is lying on the floor, gripping Harry's robes, and whose eyes Harry is looking into and seeing the life leave. I don't understand how people can humanize some fictional characters and treat them as if they were real and completely dehumanize another. Not even for Snape's sake, but for Harry's sake, do these people not understand what it is to watch someone die? What's the expectation, that the Capacity For Love Posterchild protagonist steps out of character and doesn't care about the guy he watches bleed out and die suffering because you, as a reader, don't like him?

Which is it? Does Harry have a huge capacity to love or not? Pick a lane. Either you value this character trait in Harry or you don't. But you have to take or leave everything it comes with, otherwise you're a hypocrite. Or maybe illiterate.

I just don't GET it.

#Harry watched Dumbledore die and took the locket from his corpse.#Harry held Dobby in his arms as he died.#And then Harry watched Snape die. The kid has seen a lot of death and it has a profound effect on him.#What kind of person expects him to walk away from Snape's death and go 'yeah but he was still an asshole.'#Not to mention that Snape was the only person Harry ever met who told him stories about his mom and showed him what she was like.#Even if you're too emotionally dense to understand the emotional shift that happens when an antagonistic authority figure becomes vulnerabl #with you - let alone to such an extreme degree #How do you not understand that being part of someone's death is an intimate experience that bonds you to some degree?#If I only saw this kind of attitude from people who treat the books and characters as fiction I'd get it maybe.#But I see it from people who will argue on behalf of Harry and/or the Marauders as if they were real people with agency and not characters #created by the same author as Snape and/or whoever else they hate #but their treatment of them as real people either ends at characters they like or they're just the kind of people who dehumanize #anyone they don't like in real life too I guess?#and I see this AGAINST MY WILL because I don't even want to see this discourse AND YET *gestures at my feed*

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spotaus · 4 months ago

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New Age AU (Obtaining Killer)

Hey guys! Through with a bot of stuff for the day and I have a sneaking suspicion that this stress headache will not leave me until I finish some projects for work, so I *may* be m.i.a. for a hot second until they stop.

In the meantime, I want to drop this! (Unedited, unrefined, raw off the slab style)

Andddd @ancha-aus and @papiliovolens ! Hello! (Mutzelputz if u see this, the tags weren't working for some reason, I apologize.)

Hope y'all enjoy!

Ccino had convinced him to leave the castle. After nearly a year had passed since his last true public appearance. Since he'd stolen the apple from his brother. Nine months had passed since he'd sent Dream away. He tried not to think about it.

Nightmare had been finding out a lot about his magic. How it made him jittery, and how he felt like he understood so much more. How it made him deeply paranoid, quick to react.

How it made people listen to him.

He figured it was because he was scary now. The negative magic condensed over every inch of his bone wasn't exactly appealing, and the extra limbs which had sprouted from his spine now acted like his own personal weapons. If someone didn't listen, didn't give him an answer he liked, the limbs moved without him even thinking.

It had taken time to learn to better control them. Even now, they writhed in his wake. His nerves expressed through their lashing and twitching as they hovered just above the ground.

The streets weren't exactly crowded.

Upon word of the King's arrival to this small providence, Nightmare had found that many people fled from his path. His travel party of several soldiers, and himself on horseback. He'd always wanted to ride horses. The traitor twin was someone that every citizen wished to avoid.

Ccino had coaxed him outside with promises of fresh air. Apparently there were promising young members of the city guard that Ccino swore would be wonderful future knights. Young warriors for him to bring up loyally under his name, no fear of betrayal.

It had made sense, at the time, but Nightmare hadn't chosen to recruit any of them.

It wasn't to say he didn't want to. Several of the humans and monsters were very talented, and he did his best to give them praise, but he could tell. None of them wanted to work under him. They didn't like him. Rejection and hatred that had pierced him immediately, he could practically taste it.

Ultimately, they would do better here in their hometown. A place they were passionate about protecting, and with people they cared for. Night would not try to mold promising soldiers into his perfect guard. No matter how smart of an idea it may have been.

And so he'd moved on.

Night had visited several smaller shops, onces which couldn't afford to refuse him, and he bought some fabrics, a trinket, some small thing from each place he stopped by. He payed exactly the price he needed for each thing. He wouldn't bribe his people, either. The best he could do would be to remain neutral.

He did discover, against all odds, that he was enjoying this day out. Ccino was, in fact, usually correct about this sort of thing.

The travel had been enriching. Almost exciting. He'd never gotten out of the castle much at all, this was all new and excitingly mundane.

Good things do not last forever.

It was almost sunset when he noticed it. Torches being set up, a platform prepared. A crowd gathering.

An execution, came the mutter from one of his soldiers. Though he recognized the set-up, Night had never been in attendance to an execution. He was morbidly curious. The crowd held such a contempt. A broiling hunger for blood.

He wished he'd wheeled his horse away when a few people were ushered out of a nearby building.

The prison, maybe?

There weren't many of them. Nightmare dismounted his steed, and much to the dismay of the soldiers at his side, he found himself sinking. Into the growing shadows cast by the dying sun.

He re-emerged beside the stage, where the few people were lined up. Ready for death by hanging.

That trick wasn't one that Nightmare quite understood yet, but he was always drawn to feelings of intense negativity. He knew that, now. Something about these prisoners were bothering him, even at a distance, and he found himself more curious as he stood before them.

His guards, at the back of the crowd, hadn't seemed to figure out where he had gone. He had the time, now, to loom over the small group of prisoners.

The city guards, the trained ones, had likely seen him earlier at their headquarters. They did not speak even a word against him as he stared.

Nightmare stared at these faces.

A dog monster, scrappy and scarred, black fur clashing against a few patches of white. One of her ears was missing.

A pair of humans, both men, one with long, curly red hair and another with short-cropped red hair and the beginnings of a beard. Maybe they were brothers?

A skeleton. His sockets dripped with black magic, and his soul was a piercing crimson, just infront of his chest.

A flame monster, small and stout. Their flames a flickering green and purple. One of their eyes had a patch over it.

Nightmare was not great at determining emotions yet. He was hardly versed in his own feelings, but there had been improvement recently. Understanding new emotions had been coming more naturally to him.

Sometimes it hurt, but he was learning.

Now, past the blossoms of a headache, he felt a bit baffled as he subconsciously picked through the negativity these monsters exuded. Their fear. Their pain. Their loss, and their anger.

Oh.

"Only one of you is guilty."

He'd said it without thinking, practically announcing it with a voice that still felt unnaturally deep. A voice which rattled his ribcage and seemed to force past the barrier of darkness around him.

The group before him seemed startled. Confused.

Well, all but the skeleton, who seemed to only raise his skull slightly. As though just noticing Nightmare was there.

"How could you have possibly been jailed in the first place?" He muttered a bit quieter to himself.

He knew, deep down, that there were many, many rules in place for situations like this. Laws which he could challenge. People he could speak to. He could appoint members of his court to each of these people and try to earn their innocence through the rites of the law.

Then again, he remembered the rage of the crowd. The frustration of the people waiting to see these killings take place.

He didn't know what to do.

Now the prisoners, especially the two humans, were staring at him hopefully. He'd managed to shatter the negativity a bit. He believed them. He knew this was wrong.

"I don't know..."

The mutter came again unprompted.

These people would not have the means to repay him for his help. He couldn't just waive fees, or risk his court turning against him. He couldn't afford enemies being made so close to his inner circle.

He couldn't just leave them, though. Not after he'd seen the injustice of it all.

Stuck in his own thoughts, he was drawn out of it by a snickering laugh.

"Just set them free." A voice followed, "You are our King, aren't you?"

Nightmare then found his eyes drawn to the skeleton.

The others had eased themselves away from him. He stood, now, almost alone. He seemed unbothered by speaking up, his sockets held in an almost lazy posture. Tension going completely un-held.

He grinned up as the King, and seemed to watch contentedly as the thought settled in Nightmare's skull.

He could do that. Simply waive their charges. Pardon them. He could do that, surely. Many royals had done it before him for less certain terms. His mother had plenty of times.

"And you are guilty. You'll still be hanged. You know this, don't you?" Nightmare asked.

That was when the Skeleton's lazy sockets seemed to tighten with a sort of glee. Some hidden joke Nightmare wasn't privy to.

"Hmm." This was a poor choice. This was a bad decision. "Tell me, quickly, how you came to be here. Before I proceed?"

Nightmare didn't know why he was asking. He was... curious. Just like he had always been.

Very few people would ever speak straight to his face. Ccino, that was the only one who'd done it since his change. Since the prophecy. This skeleton had done it. He'd spoken when no one else could muster even a plea.

The silence he seemed to bring to every room. Broken, just briefly.

The skeleton stared at him a moment.

"Name's Killer, your majesty." The tone was mocking. "A while back a buddy of mine got into hot water, and I decided to help them out. Now, plenty of bodies later, I'm the one stuck on death row."

Simple. An admission of guilt.

Nightmare stared at him some more.

Finally, it seemed his frantic guards had noticed him. Found him. They rushed to his side, though not as fast as he would've liked. He could feel the frustration seeping from each armored body around him.

"You don't have an aversion to it," Nightmare voiced, "Killing, I mean."

Killer nodded. Unashamed.

It felt strangely calm, still. Perhaps it was because the crowd was still chattering. They likely hadn't noticed Nightmare at all.

The king turned to the city guard, still stood on the steps. "Free these four people. My judgement decrees them as not-guilty."

And, before any time could pass in the slightest. "Killer, I would like you to accompany me, before you abscond."

He'd noticed it. Killer had undone his cuffs before their conversation. Completely freeing himself from his weak imprisonment.

Killer seemed amused at the concept of sticking around to chat.

"If you would, I would like to recruit your services at my castle. I need a man who is willing to kill. And kill swiftly." Ccino said to establish an image. It was obvious now that his reputation would remain in the gutter, no matter what choices he made. He was not Dream.

Killer's sockets narrowed.

"And what would I get for being your little hunting dog?" Again, it was bold. It was new.

Nightmare was sure his expression hadn't changed since he'd come before the group. That same angry glare that sat permanently along his skull. The magic had an image to project.

His tendrils flicked, slightly.

"Payment, room, Fresh meals, and any other amenities you may like, so long as it does not break our treasury." He replied, "All I ask is that you simply obey me. And Me alone."

Not true. He'd probably ask for him to listen to Ccino as well. Once he knew for certain he'd stay.

Killer seemed to be thinking. He eyed they king, up and down. He looked to each of the guard around the king. The ones who were back in position now, though Nightmare could feel their annoyance. Their confusion.

Then Killer turned.

Then he turned back.

"Mm. Can't be worse than the ol' noose." Killer replied. "Funny way to run a country, my king. Hiring the first murderer you spot?"

Nightmare didn't humor that with a response. He was honestly shocked the skeleton had even agreed.

Though, all of that negativity had been swapped out for a glee. Something deep in Killer had changed during their brief interaction. A hope. Night could barely grasp the edges of its existence with his subconscious. But it was there.

He ignored the crowds as they grew confused. He ignored the worry pouring from the criminals as he had them released and informed them of their pardon.

He did not ignore when his guards told someone to keep their distance. He glanced up. Killer was standing beyond the guards, looking bored.

Nightmare, trusting fool he was, didn't even ask a guard to watch him to ensure he stayed put.

"Stand down." He ordered the guard, who begrudgingly allowed the skeleton to smugly slip past.

His tendrils kept the monster at a distance Night preferred all on their own. He seemed to take the hint.

"They're all gonna be dead by morning, you know." Killer voiced easily.

Nightmare turned to him, confused. What did he mean by that? He'd pardoned them?

"Are you deaf? The crowd wanted us dead, especially me." He chuckled, "Leaving them here is definitely going to get them killed. If the crowd doesn't rip them apart the second you leave, then it'll happen at night. There will be no witnesses."

Oh... Night hadn't fathomed that these people could turn on the innocent once declared. It hadn't even crossed his mind. Did they have a home to return to? A family they put at risk?

The noose was a fast death, but being murdered? That would've been so much worse.

He could tell, by the way they evaded looking at Killer, that he was right. Nightmare would be sentencing them to a new sort of death if he did it like this.

But he didn't have time for a trial. Or several. The sun was going down, abd Ccino expected him back. The castle needed him present, or they might revolt.

Someone might hurt Ccino.

Oh, he was such a poor ruler. He did not know his people well enough. How he lamented the lessons Dream had taken about crowds and current issues abd how to be likeable.

Night didn't know how to handle this. He was still learning!

A trembled in his hand. He tucked the limb quickly away from where it had been lightly clutching his tunics thick fabric, now hiding it beneath his cloak.

"Killer is right. It won't be safe here, for any of you." He spoke. Thank the gods it didn't sound as shaken as he felt. "I extend an offer to you all. You may stay here, or you may come take up positions among my staff back at the castle. Unlike Killer, I do not expect any crime from you, but you will be paid and housed."

The offer was met with a roar of frustration from the crowd, Nightmare chose to allow his guards to handle it. He watched, carefully, as the four looked between eachother.

The brothers agreed first. (They introduced themselves as brothers as they knelt in thanks.) Then the Dog. She said she had no family left to watch over, starting a new life would be for the best.

The flame refused, saying they would leave town by morning, and try to stay safe.

And so, Nightmare left the town with four new party members. Each had been provided a horse, each tied to one of the guards. Aside from Killer, whose steed was held personally by Nightmare.

He figured Ccino would chew him out for this, for bringing criminals into the castle when he was sent to collect soldiers, but Nightmare had a good feeling about these ones.

They did not hate him. Or fear him. He was helping them. And it felt good.

#hoping this posts. i put it into drafts first...#new age au #Night is a little poorly written here. but I promise it's intentional.#i love making the narration feel just as displaced as the character it's followinh #also. might write smth for Killer's pov of this because I can promise you #90% of it is “this loser has no clue what the fuck he”#'s doing“#in a mix of awe and amusement #and he 100% started with ulterior motives and ended up having a change of heart because of the whole #him sensing vaguely that Night was a weird paranoid kid still #OH #and that odd bit in the middle where Night is doing stuff isn't fleshed out very well #but it's meant to be a show of Night making sure his presence is known + gauging how people react to him being perfectly normal #and more importantly #he lost track of his plans. he's actually not supposed to be doing that. he's still a kid and he wanted to explore!#mm #okay #one more note #Nightmare takes those people back with him right? his castle staff is like 20% people from before and 80% people he freed from #unlawful situations or took in when they had nothing #the public sees it as him taking in shifty #evil criminals. but really? these people look up to nightmare because they were at their lowest and now have stable lives + homes and even #families sometimes #it's just cool #inside the castle is a lot safer than outside #even tho Ccino is still the only one who prepares Night's meals I think a good hunk of the staff would maul anyone they found w/ poison in a #mile radius of the kitchen.#raughhhh #okay fr last thing #I love Killer :] Him being the first is so important to me and I think he deserves the happiness ever

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