#like they’re both afraid but its about the trust!!! the trust the other wont let them fall or hurt them!!! you get me!!!!!!!
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cheaploafs · 2 months ago
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the calm before the storm
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thicctails · 4 years ago
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Summer of Whump Day 3 [Drowning/Dehydration]
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Omega receives her first swimming lesson in what appears to be a calm, lovely lake. However, something is lurking in the deep, and it’s hungry...
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 “Pillow, stay still!”
 The salamander honked in displeasure, his tail smacking against the metal of the counter. Omega stuck her tongue out as she finished dressing the amphibian in a garment she herself had sewn, with some help from Hunter in the form of sewing lessons. Gripping the brown fabric, she flipped the hood up over Pillow’s head.
 “There!” She exclaimed. “Now you wont get sunburned.”
 She had fashioned Pillow a brown cloak of sorts to protect him from this planet’s bright sun. The material was already a bit worn, but it would serve its purpose. Picking her plump pet up, she held him up to show the other members of the group, who were all getting ready for their trip to the beach.
 “Look, it’s Master Pillow.” She joked, moving one of Pillows arms to make it seem like he was reaching out to the Force.
 Wrecker burst out laughing, leaning against a wall for support. The others smiled at her joke, amused by the outfit. Omega had insisted on bringing Pillow with them, and had also insisted that he needed to have the proper clothes on. They were leaving their armor behind today, being heavy was not a good thing when you planned on swimming, so the Bad Batch was dressed in various forms of apparel. Hunter and Wrecker were wearing swim trunks, Tech and Omega sported swim shirts and swim shorts, and Echo had dressed himself in an airy poncho, not intending to go into the water. He would be relaxing on the beach, soaking up some sun.
 “Ready to go, Omega?” Hunter asked. They were going to be teaching her to swim today, and although he wouldn’t admit it, he was a bit nervous. Every member of his squad had been taught to swim, of course, but that didn’t mean that they did it often. He himself hadn’t swum in years, and he just hoped that his body would remember what to do.
 “Yep! Come on Pillow.” She said, walking out of the ship while still holding Pillow.
 The body of fresh water before them was vast, stretching out far beyond what they could see. Tall, sloping mountains rose up all around them, waterfalls dripping down their rocky faces and spraying out into the miniature ocean below. Omega was in awe at the sight of it all. She was practically vibrating with excitement as she rushed down to the water’s edge under the watchful eyes of Hunter. She set Pillow down, who immediately waddled into the water. Down the beach, Wrecker and Tech also entered the water, swimming out deeper.
 “Hold on kid.” Echo called, coming up beside her. “Here, put this on.”
 He produced a yellow jacket with a couple of buckles on the front. He held it out for her to take, and she stared at it quizzically.
 “What is that?” She asked, reaching out and grasping the jacket.
 “It’s a life jacket. It’ll keep your head above water if you go in too deep.” Echo explained.
 “Good thinking.” Hunter said as Omega slipped on the life jacket. “Alright, come on Omega.”
 “Yes!” She cheered, following Hunter into the water as Echo retreated back to the beach. Advanced prosthetics and water didn’t always mix well.
 The water was cool, but not cold as they waded in. It took a minute of convincing to get Omega to go in once the water started to touch her stomach, but once they had gotten past that point they were ready to begin.
 “Alright, let’s start with the basics. I’m gonna move back a little bit, and you kick your legs to come over to me, okay?” Hunter instructed, swimming backwards in the still water.
 “Okay.” Omega said, nodding her head. Pillow swam beside her, honking in glee as he glided through the blue water before diving down beneath the surface.
 “Good job.” Hunter praised once she reached him. “This time, use your arms to pull yourself forward like this.”
 He demonstrated doing a stroke as he moved back into deeper water. Omega followed behind him, moving her arms as he had. Hunter nodded in approval.
 “Doin’ real good kid. Let’s do that again.” He said, swimming back the way he had came.
 They repeated this activity a few more times until both Hunter and Omega were feeling more confident in Omega’s swimming capabilities. He taught her to tread water, float on her back, and hold her breath underwater. After all was said and done, Hunter told Omega to take off her life jacket. Upon seeing her confused expression, he clarified.
 “In an emergency, you’re not going to be able to rely on a flotation device. You need to know how to swim without one.” He tilted his head downwards slightly. “You can still touch, right?”
 Omega nodded.
 “Alright, I want you to walk out until you can just barely touch. I wont make you swim out farther than that point until you’re ready.” He said, his tone of voice soft and understanding.
 Omega looked nervous for a moment, but she trusted Hunter. Shirking off the life jacket, she took a moment to adjust to the feeling of being in the water without it. She felt heavier, but not so heavy that she would sink. If the others could do it, she would learn to as well.
 She walked forward until she had to strain to keep her head above water. Her feet still touched, but she would have to go on her toes if she wanted to walk any farther.
 “I think this is as far as I can go.” She said, stepping back a smidgen.
 “Then I’ll stand there, and you can go back a bit. I want you to swim to me without the life jacket on.” Hunter said, moving to stand beside Omega.
 The young girl nodded and did as she was told. It took a few tries, but she was soon able to swim to Hunter without having to stop and put her feet down. The enhanced clone smiled and ruffled her hair.
 “You’ve taken to swimming like a fish takes to water. I’m proud of you, kid.” He praised.
 Omega beamed and began swimming around, enjoying her new skills. Hunter allowed himself to float on his back, always keeping an eye on Omega even as he relaxed.
 “Hey Omega, come check out this cool shell!” Wrecker’s voice carried easily across the watery expanse. He was holding a spiraled shell, bright green and orange in colour. Omega’s curiosity reared its head, but she looked to Hunter for approval first.
 Hunter mentally judged the distance before nodding towards the forgotten life jacket.
 “Go, but put that on first. They’re out beyond where you can touch.”
 “Okay!” Omega agreed cheerily, putting the life jacket on.
 She paddled deeper into the water body, the ripples from her movements ebbing out across the water’s surface. Tech and Wrecker floated in the water, enjoying the warm sun as they waited for her to reach them.
 The water was calm.
 Suddenly, Pillow exploded up from beneath the water. He honked wildly, making a mad dash for shore. Omega stopped in her tracts and stared at the amphibian with confusion and a little bit of worry. Pillow no longer had his protective cloak, and he sounded distressed.
 “Pillow, what’s wrong?” She called, knowing she wouldn’t get an answer.
 “He probably swam down towards the bottom of the lake and found a fish that was bigger than him. Small animals frighten easily.” Tech said, raising his voice a bit so that Omega could hear him.
 Hunter eyed the water suspiciously.
 “Maybe we should go in.” He said, not taking his eyes off of the water.
 “Aw come on Hunter, you’re not scarred of a little fishy, are you?” Wrecker teased.
 Hunter frowned and looked towards Omega. She still hadn’t continued moving, and kept looking between Pillow, who was now hiding behind a very confused Echo and still making loud honks, and the ripples that the amphibian had left behind.
 “Kid?” He called, not sure what she was thinking.
 Omega felt something buzz in the back of her mind, a prickly sensation that made her feel very nervous all of a sudden. Pillow was not an easy animal to scare, he had not been afraid of her or Hunter. What was down there that had frightened him so badly.
 “I-I think I wanna go in now too.” She said, moving to start back towards shore.
 She made ripples in the still water.
 Something brushed her foot, and she jerked away in fright.
 “Omega?” Hunter called again, his brow furrowing. She was right in between him and Tech and Wrecker, neither party close enough to reach her right away.
 Her head whipped towards him, panic clear on her face.
 “Hunter,” She gulped, “I think there’s something in the water.”
 Then, without warning, Omega was dragged under.
   Omega’s mouth clamped shut on instinct, but it was already too late. Water rushed down her windpipe and into her lungs, causing her to choke. The life jacket brought her back up to the surface, and she was able to hack up some of the water and take in a small breath of air before the thing dragged her back under. The first time, it hadn’t grabbed her hard, just holding her foot as it pulled her beneath the surface. This time, however, she felt thick, jagged teeth crush her ankle as her foot disappeared into a monstrous maw.
 She screamed in pain, becoming more disoriented and panicked as the creature that held her began to thrash its head about. Blood filled the water as it released her once again, its long, serpent like body surrounding her. It lunged again, this time going for her chest. It bit down on the life jacket and jerked it’s huge head, tearing off the buoyant garment.
 Panicking and unable to tell which way was up, Omega thrashed in the chilling water as she sunk deeper down. Her chest burned as the horrid liquid filled her lungs and stole away her air. Adrenaline kept her from feeling the pain in her mangled ankle, but fairly soon it wouldn’t even matter. She could feel herself slipping away as darkness began to encroach on her vision. Whether it came from her own dying mind or from the depths themselves, she could not tell. As her panic ebbed away, and her eyes slipped shut, she felt a sense of peace wash over her.
 She welcomed the darkness.
    …
      She didn’t hear the roar of the creature as a blaster bolt exploded its eye, nor did she feel the desperate, calloused hands that gripped her limp form and hauled her free of the deep’s unforgiving grasp. She was unaware of the frightened, panic-stricken voices, the distressed honking, or the mad scramble to get her onto the beach. The compression and gusts of air that were blown into her were not registered by her consciousness.
 The sensation of needing to vomit, however, did.
 Omega turned her head and puked up mouthful after mouthful of water. Her lungs burned with the strength of a thousand suns as she emptied both them and her stomach of their contents. Strong, comforting arms were around her instantly, and she could feel small tremors run through the person’s body.
 “Oh thank the Maker.” Hunter’s voice was a bit shaky, like he was recovering from a big scare.
 “Omega, can you breathe?” Tech was suddenly in front of her, and with his glasses off she could see that his pupils had constricted into pinpricks.
 She nodded. She felt like she’d been kicked in the chest and her throat felt raw and stinging, but air did in fact enter and exit her lungs. She’d never been happier for that simple pleasure than right now.
 “Good. We need to get you to a medical centre, but that ankle requires immediate- no don’t look at it! Just, just focus on me or Hunter, okay? Don’t, don’t look down.” Tech’s voice picked up in speed as he directed her attention upwards. She still couldn’t feel her ankle, but she had a feeling that wouldn’t last.
 Leaning against Hunter’s chest, she sucked in as much air as she could. She felt like she was going to cough up a lung. A particularly loud honk came from below her, and soon Echo was handing her Pillow. The salamander settled around her neck, pressing himself against her.
 “Y’tried to warn us, din’ ya? You knew wha’ was comin’.” She rasped in between coughs. “We should lis’n to you more.”
 Pillow honked softly in agreement. Omega smiled weakly at him and leaned against his wrinkly, pudgy body.
 “Stay awake, Omega. We don’t know if all of the water has exited your lungs, and you could experience “second drowning”. Tech said apologetically. The poor girl was exhausted, but they couldn’t let her sleep yet.
 “Second drowning? The hell is that?” It was Wrecker that spoke up this time. He sounded stressed, as did everyone else.
 “It’s a phenomenon that can occur if water remains in the lungs. We need to make sure that her lungs are free of water or she could begin to drown again, even if she’s on dry land.” Tech explained.
 “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Hunter growled. Omega could feel the reverberations in his chest.
 “Then let’s hurry up and get off this hell-planet. I’m sick of looking at that makerforsaken lake.” Echo said, moving into the pilot seat. Omega blinked. When had they made it onto the ship?
 “Hold tight kid, we’re gonna get you help.” Hunter said, and Omega nodded weakly.
 As the ship’s door closed, Omega took one more look at the lake that she had been so excited to be in.
 The water was still once more.
 She tucked her head into Hunter’s chest and tried to will away the image of the monster that lurked just beneath the deceptive surface.
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tentimesthecourage · 4 years ago
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Spirit AU
Um... this was supposed to be light hearted
annnnd then I ran into a problem
and someone on Discord gave me a solution
“i mean,,,,,, if four dies, they wont have to worry about living and dead“
So WARNING; MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH
But... it’s not a bad thing
kinda
sorta
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
They were all supposed to leave safely. They had won!
And yet…
The group of eight living and one dead surrounded their tenth member as he shuddered with a heavy gasp. Blood dripped down the side of his mouth as he gripped the tattered piece of his tunic just above the gaping wound in his abdomen. His eyes were glazed from both the pain and tears as he shivered.
Faintly Four could hear the others desperately trying to figure out a way to help him, but he already knew it was too late. They were out of potions, out of fairies and Hyrule was already exhausted from the battle. He wasn’t going to make it out of this alive.
His gaze managed to shift over to Rinku who was watching silently, grimly. Their eyes met and despite the pain, Four smiled at him. The spirit jolted before smiling weakly in return. Reaching out, he saw him brush his fingers against his cheek, but he certainly couldn’t feel it. He was going numb.
Four wasn’t afraid to die, he had come close to it so many times it almost felt like an old friend. A part of him (well, if he was honest, all parts of him) selfishly hoped that when he did die he’d be able to stay with them regardless. Stay with him regardless. He knew it was slim… but it didn’t hurt to hope, right? What else did he have to lose?
He blinked slowly as he noticed Rinku above him, watching him pull away. The spirit’s eyes were bright and he could barely make out the shimmer of tears in his eyes. He wanted to tell him don’t cry, he couldn’t feel anything, it didn’t hurt anymore, but he was so… so tired…
The shouting around him had dulled down to almost nothing and he sighed softly. His vision was dimming, guess it was time.
Please… if She was listening… don’t make him leave.
Rinku watched as a final shudder ran through Four and he fell still. He didn’t pay attention to the arguing, he didn’t pay attention to the curses, the shouts, the sobs. His gaze was focused on the small male who looked so peaceful even with the wounds his body held. Slowly he lowered himself down to him again, cupping his cheeks. He was still warm… it looked like he would wake up at any moment.
And then he noticed it. And a chuckle escaped him, slowly developing into a laugh. The laughter silenced everyone else and he could feel their stares, confused and probably angry. Not answering their silent questions, he instead moved to take Four’s hand and gently squeeze.
“My… aren’t you a stubborn one…” And he pulled gently. The physical hand slipped out of his grasp, but in its place was a transparent one. Carefully, slowly, he helped him sit up. “I would have thought Hylia would have taken you away from us.”
“I…” Four shuddered faintly. “I didn’t want to go…” He gave a sheepish smile, a silver blush crossed his face as he noticed the stares of disbelief, “Um… guys…?”
“FOUR!” Rinku had to smother a laugh as the new spirit was engulfed in hugs.
“You feel like ice…” Wind mumbled, his voice thick with tears. Four scoffed quietly, shaking his head in faint exasperation even as he hugged the younger male back. “That’s expected.”
“Why would you stay here?” Sounded like Legend, though his voice was choked. Neither Rinku nor Four could see if he was crying, but it certainly sounded like it.
“Someone has to look after you lot.”
Rinku stepped back to settle beside Wild who gave him a look as he hung back as well.
“You knew?”
“No…” He wiped his eyes. “But I know he’s stubborn, so I guessed.”
Wild wanted to say more, but he was yanked into the hug soon after and his expression crumbled as reality finally set in. Four was dead, but he was still here. Goddesses, he was still here.
Then there were sounds of confusion as the Four Sword gleamed brightly.
And one was now five.
“What…?” Four gasped softly. They were…
“The Four Sword still works?” Red was staring at his hands.
“Somehow…” Vio mused softly.
“Not even death was gonna mess with us.” Blue folded his arms.
Green said nothing, he was staring at Four in disbelief just as the other was doing the same.
“G-guys…” The other three snapped their heads in his direction, realization dawning on them.
“We’re separate…”
“We’re all here…”
“FOUR!” Red slammed into the other causing a cry of surprise as he fell over. They were quickly joined by the other three as they clung to each other like a lifeline as tears fell and faded before they hit the ground.
“I’ll be honest, didn’t see that coming.” Rinku murmured to his twin who chuckled softly. He glanced over at Wild, biting his lip. “What are the others…?”
“They’re cleaning up the blood and making his body presentable.” Wild murmured. “But no one’s sure what to do with it. We can’t take it with us… but burying him in the middle of nowhere just seems wrong.”
“Burn it.”
The twins jumped at the interruption, turning to Four who was in the middle of a cuddle pile by his Colors.
“That’s what I want.” He raised his voice, catching the rest of the Chain’s attention. “Don’t bother making me presentable.”
“But Four…” Twilight protested, quieting as the smith shook his head.
“I want my body to be cremated. There’s no reason for it to be presentable.” He turned a wry smile on Wild. “Would you do the honors, Wild?” The champion stiffened in surprise. “You really want me to…?” He asked softly causing Four to nod.
“I trust you with this…”
Soon enough, Four, his Colors and Rinku settled together as a fire roared before them. Everyone was silent in respect, but the smith could see tears on their faces reflecting the flames. He might still be here, but it wasn’t the same and he understood that. It was strange… undeniably so, knowing that his body was burning in those flames. The Four Sword was stored away in Wild’s slate, the smith not having the heart to let it be burned away with him. He felt Red shove his head against his chest and reached up to run his fingers through his hair. Green rested his head on his right shoulder while Vio was on his left. Blue was draped across their laps, seemingly nonchalant, but Four knew better.
And Rinku was settled behind him, arms around his waist and his chin on top of his head. In any other instance, he probably would have jabbed him in the stomach, but right now he appreciated the silent support. It was grounding.
The fire burned long into the evening and then into the night. Eventually nothing remained except the ashes. Carefully, almost reverently, Wild managed to gather them into a bottle and store them in the slate.
“At the very least, we should bring you home when we can.” He whispered as his eyes met with Four’s questioning ones. The smith nodded slowly in understanding, slumping. Home… Goddesses, what would his grandfather think? What about Dot? He hated that he was leaving them in such a manner. He could only hope they’d understand and not be angry with everyone.
He leaned back against Rinku’s chest and gave a shuddering sigh. So many things were new to him now. He looked up at Rinku who gave him a small but knowing smile. At least he had someone at his back.
They also needed to have a talk… but for now, he managed to reach up and pull him down, brushing his lips against his cheek for the briefest moment.  He felt Rinku stiffen and watched as a silver flush crossed his face.
“Til death do us part, right…?” He whispered “But death can’t part us anymore.”
Rinku stared at him in surprise before his expression softened and he smiled, tightening his hold on him.
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motscore · 4 years ago
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hiya totally not self-projecting here but can you do something with bakugou and a s/o who has a really messed up family and home life? and make it very soft and gentle please. its the kind of home where the mom and dad are married but its a very unhealthy relationship. shouting fights are a regular occurrence, and the parents by themselves are assholes to their kid. just to put my situation in perspective, my father has tried slapping/grabbing my ass ‘playfully’ infinitely more times than he’s ever tried genuinely complementing me. he’s done other stuff, but i don’t feel comfortable sharing that. my mother cares more about image, both hers and mine, over people themselves and screams at me over the most stupid stuff. they’re also both conservative, and i’m lgbt, so that obviously isn’t something i can easily share. i’m sorry if this topic isn’t one you feel comfortable writing about, you don’t have to do this request. i just want some escape right now, and hell, someone or something who can at least pretend that they’ll help me, and validate my struggle. tell me it’s real, that i’m real. even though my dad calls me stupid and an idiot for fighting back against my mom, it’s one of the things that reminds me of my reason for treading the water for so long. it reminds me that i didn’t give up, even after all these years, in a way. i pretend and tip-toe around them so much in order to protect who i am. the fact that i don’t cry about it either, makes it seem like i’m just pretending. like i’m not really in a bad situation, but making it bad in my head when really it’s really not a big deal. i’ve gotten very tired because of all this. can katsuki be there to help me? i’m sorry. this was more vent/rant than request. you don’t have to do this one if you don’t want to.
hi love! im sorry i couldnt get this done sooner ive had a busy weekend :( but im genuinely so sorry and upset that you have to deal with this and if you want to dm me to rant im 100% down to listen! i hope this helps you at least a little bit love <3
you show up to katsuki’s door, and jump into his arms and start crying. he catches you of course, trying not to freak out because he doesnt know why you’re crying. he stood in complete shock before speaking up.
“b-baby? whats wrong are you hurt?”
you sniffled before replying
“i- just-“
you couldnt finish your sentence before breaking down into tears again. at this point, bakugou was feeling a swirl of emotions. concerned, sad, upset. he didnt know what was wrong, but he knew you needed him. he walked you two over to his room and laid down, with your head on his chest and your legs interwined.
he rubbed circles on your back, and whispered reassuring things into your ear, giving you time to calm down enough to where you could talk with him and tell him whats wrong.
you sniffled before speaking. you went on and on about how hard things have been for you, how uncomfortable you feel in your own home, how you can no longer tell if its really “that bad” or if you’re just overreacting because you’ve gotten so used to this. how you’ve grown..numb to it all. you told him everything and he listened very keenly. you could tell he was getting upset too, you could feel his mucles tensing up underneath you.
“i am gonna try to not let my anger show right now because thats not what you need, but dont you fucking dare say you’re over reacting. i know that it’ll be hard to convince you that you’re not, but please trust and listen to me angel. everything you’re going through may seem normal to you now but you don’t deserve to be in a situation like this and it is not normal. you can’t even be who you really are because you’re afraid of what the outcome is. thats not normal baby.”
he took a second to readjust you, so he was sitting up against the head board and you’re straddling his lap, facing him. he wiped the drying tears of your face and laced his fingers with yours before continuing.
“all your feelings towards this are valid, 100% valid. you feeling numb is because you’re used to this routine where.. people constantly invalidate you and your feelings. which means you’re gonna let those feelings build up until one day you wont be able to handle it anymore and thats not healthy, angel. you dont deserve to be in this situation angel and ill do everything i can to get you out of there, okay? you know i would love for you to move in with me so i could just... protect you from it all. but please believe me when i say that you’re not overreacting and that what you feel is real, its all real my love. all of it”
he pulled you in for a tight hug, putting his face in the crook of your neck to inhale your light scent. he began to kiss lightly, from your neck sll the way up to your cheeks to your lips, which made you giggle at the sensation.
he felt himself relax at hearing you laugh, and move back enough so he could see your whole face. even with puffy eyes and dried tears on your face, he thought you were the most ethereal being in the universe. nothing would ever change his mind about his precious angel.
he lifted a hand to caress your face, his thumb rubbing soft circles into your cheek.
“ill protect you baby. i promise no one can hurt you here.”
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worstloki · 5 years ago
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Part 1
--[official naming and legal rights ceremony for Morgan]--
Tony: you know what would be really funny? Pepper: Tony... Tony: THINK about it Pep- how can you say no to this once in a lifetime opportunity? Pepper: Rhodey and Steve. We already decided. Tony: ok fine. FINE! I'll just give up the chance for our daughter to have two literal powerhouses watching over her Pepper: one of them isn't even alive! Tony, signing the paperwork: he was the dodgy one anyways! Pepper: oh g*d tell me you didn't Tony: too late. our daughter's got 1 thunderer and 1 deceased trickster listed as her ~*godparents*~ and no punishment you come up with will ruin this moment for me Pepper: its fine, this is fine, it wont even be legally binding since you can't have two male godparents listed so its invalid anyways, haha this is fine, everything is fine,,, Tony: i actually heard from Thor that Loki could be female if they wanted... Pepper: ... Pepper: TONY!! -- [later] -- Rhodey: dude did you seriously put LOKI down as a legal guardian for your kid instead of me Tony: well I wanted Thor but he insisted that I put Loki down too... something about honouring Asgardian tradition...? Rhodey: tradition is fine but isn't he DEAD? Tony: sure Thor thought he was dead 5 years ago, then again 4 years ago, and then again 2 years ago... but if he was alive he would have already, statistically speaking, shown up by now Rhodey shaking his head fondly: okay i forgive you for replacing me with Thor and his deceased brother, but the next kid has my name on it. I've already called dibs with no takebacks, okay? Tony: one kid is already keeping me busy enough, honeybear... 
---[3 years later]---
Tony: And. I. Am. Iron Man... *snaps* Thanos' army: *disintegrates* Tony: *taking his last breathes* Pepper: you can rest now... Loki: *shoves Pepper aside and pulls the gauntlet off Tony* Pepper and Rhodey and Peter who were standing around tony: LOKI ?!? Dr Strange: no SToP you cant juST do THAT- Loki, taking out the time stone: why not Dr Strange: if you change anything now it'll ruin the timelines!!! Loki, reversing time on Tony and bringing him back to life: that's not how time works, Dr. Supreme Dr Strange: It’s Strange, and- Loki: Yes, I agree, it is strange that you decided to let Earth's best hero die when literally every infinity stone is rigHT HERE Dr Strange: but its wrong to misuse their pow- Loki: Then it’s a good thing I'm evil and don't care Dr Strange: buT- Loki: no need to worry, I'm only helping you heroes out this one time because apparently while I was stardust Tony chose to give me partial ownership over his child so now i am bound to care for it  Pepper, remembering that Loki is legally Morgan’s godparent: oh my g*d   Rhodey: well, I bet Tony didn't expect this Tony, speaking in his sleep: frickity frackity Loki, looking at Tony disapprovingly: I agree.  --[a week later]-- Tony: okay, so like, i don't want to seem ungrateful for you saving my life, but i only wrote your name down to get Thor - Loki, annoyed: Yes I figured as much Tony: -yes but if you've saved my life I was wondering exactly how bound you are to help and how far you're willing to go to watch over her Loki: does this have anything to do with the 18+ end-of-the-world-celebration party at the end of the week? Tony: maybe Loki: *stares at him* Tony: ...okay, yES… do you think you could make sure Morgan is alive and well and safe while I go? It’s clear you don't appreciate being forced to be her godparent so if you do it I'll even get your name off the legal documentation by the end of the week and you can leave after Loki: If you so much as try to remove my name when it is THOR that has been neglectful of his duty and has been ignoring the implications of having a child under their name then I will have no choice but to hit you over the head with stormbreaker Tony: oh. okay. no name removing then that's cool i guess just please don't smite me or i'll dob to thor that you're going to try touching his shiny axe and have are regressing on your journey to goodness  Loki, pulling stormbreaker out of his pocket dimension: I’m afraid you’re too late to warn him about the potential theft of his favourite beer opener. I will, however, watch Morgan over both days of the party, IF I also get put in charge of the spider child and Wakanda's princess Tony, doing his best to ignore the huge axe: how do you even know about them, weren't you snapped for the past 5 years?? Loki: I understand that they're not allowed to attend the party either and will not have any parents or guardians available to care for them at the time... Tony: you're not going to try any funny business right...? even if you wont hurt Morgan how do i know you wont lay a hand on the others?? I cant just trust you to watch over a bunch of kids no matter how much bruce and thor vouch for your sanity Loki: you can trust I wouldn't risk scarring Morgan like that if you don't trust i wouldn't intentionally attack a bunch of literal children Tony: hmm okay I guess I’ll just cross my fingers and hope you don't relapse into villainy  Loki: wonderful. inform the children that I will pick them up 2 hours before the time of the party. Tony: need me to get you a ride? Peter lives close but Shuri lives just a tad bit out of walking range Loki: no thanks I'll be fine
---[at the party]---
Pepper: YOU LEFT HIM ALONE TO CARE FOR MORGAN?! Tony: he’s been doing a fine job of it while we’re around, and besides, it’s not like I left her with him alone or anything! Pepper: No, of course not Tony, that would be too simple, no, you left LOKI in charge of not JUST our child but also Peter, and the PRINCESS of Wakanda too Pepper: do you have any idea how badly this could work out?! putting aside the political disaster that would occur if something happened to Shuri the ethical considerations alone make strangling you very tempting right now Rhodey: Pepper, Tony would never do anything to put Morgan or Peter or even Shuri in danger... he knows they're kids, right Tony? Tony: Peter can benchpress a mag-lev and Shuri can design one in 60 seconds flat. I’m not concerned because they'll be fine even if he does try to pull off anything even 2% evil! Pepper: *not impressed* Tony: some sort of Asgardian binding magic was involved so he literally cant try to inflict any harm on Morgan, and that includes emotional distress just for the record, believe me, i checked Rhodey: what do you mean 'i checked', what did you do man Tony: Morgan wanted ice pops the other day so i told her to ask Loki Pepper: TONY he's a WAR CRIMINAL Tony: so anyways Morgan went up to the ally we’re kindly hosting - who literally takes residence on whichever couch is closest to Morgan by the way and it’s super funny to watch him move between couches every time she leaves the room - and he's reading when she asks if he'll get an ice pop with her Tony: and I've tried talking to him when he's reading and it does NOT end well Pepper: and you sent MORGAN to do it anyways?? Tony: and he said no at first, which was predictable, right? but then Morgan got sad and a bit teary-eyed and she asked again and when he saw she was sad he literally jolted in pain and he put the book aside and got up so fast to immediately lead her to the freezer to get some  Rhodey: so, what? he physically cant say no to Morgan or some wacky voodoo thing compels him? Tony: That is the conclusion I have come to with my findings, yes. It seems he can’t intentionally do anything to hurt her in any way. So Morgan and her new friends are completely safe, sweetie. Pepper: I'm leaving to make sure she's doing okay... Tony: I also installed cameras just to make sure no one gets murdered without thorough evidence to convict him, if that helps? Pepper: If you can get the live feed to go to my phone I'll consider staying Tony: deal.
--meanwhile, in Tony's house--
[Peter Shuri Morgan and Loki are wrapped up in blankets and watching The Hobbit. Loki is doing some paperwork and Morgan is drinking orange juice while Peter and Shuri share some popcorn] Peter: so are we going to talk about how we're watching a movie with the person who attacked New York with an alien army a few years ago or not Shuri: he was not acting of his own volition so i thought we were excusing that Loki, looking up: you are literally the first person to have mentioned that Peter: but Mr. Stark said that-- Shuri: footage of the 2012 attack conclusively showed that his eye colour changed before and after he had been subdued the final time, which was a phenomenon associated only with being under the influence of the sceptre containing the mind stone  Peter: he does magic though! it could be a trick or the cameras could've been too grainy to tell Shuri: They weren't. But the changes in his behaviour and speech patterns also indicate that he was being controlled or at least coerced to some extent. He's also sitting next to us doing paperwork and watching Bilbo sneak around a dragon. Loki: Congratulations, you are officially the only person from this planet for whom I can confidently vouch is not a- *covers Morgan’s ears* -complete imbecile. Shuri: Thank you. Peter: well, she is a genius Shuri: Yes I am, in fact I'm a genius that has the approval of Loki, which is even better, because I'm assuming he'll have some neat ideas on how to make a fool of T'Challa in my lab on camera more often Loki: I may have some experience in the making-a-fool-out-of-my-brother department Shuri: wonderful! we can brainstorm after the movie :) Peter: I don't have a brother to prank :( Loki: I can fix that Peter: ...what Shuri: yeah, what?? Loki: oh I meant that if you wanted I could legally become your godparent and then you'd have Harley and Morgan as prankable siblings Peter: you know what? I'm actually considering it Shuri: how angry do you think T'challa would be if I made Loki an official Wakandan by saying he's my godfather because I think that would get a hilarious reaction out of him Loki, nodding: According to Asgardian tradition claiming a godchild forms an irrevocable bond and he would have to accept that his sister has someone who pulls off legendary pranks keeping her safe from any attempts at his retaliation Peter: that’s so cool and i'm definitely accepting your offer Shuri: and I'm joining in because i have a folder filled with evidence that Loki was mostly innocent of the New York attack but some videos of us together pulling off harmless pranks would make fine contributions to it Loki: wonderful! Loki, holding out documents and a pen: just sign here, there, and there, Peter: wait you've been sitting next to us filling out godchild adoption forms this whole time??? Loki: well actually I started out filling out the godparent-removal forms because Thor is an irresponsible buffoon and i refuse to share custody with him Peter: do you think i could get ~*Thor*~ to adopt me- Loki: Nopity nope. Too late. You've already signed the forms so you're stuck with me, and I refuse to share any of my friends with him Peter: aww you called us your friends Loki: you have no proof i said that Shuri, pointing to the camera in the corner of the room: but that hackable camera does >:) [peter jumps over the sofa and is going to retrieve the camera for shuri to get the blackmail material when he gets hit by a pillow. shuri says 'hey that was not nice' as she hits loki with her pillow. peter throws the pillow he has at loki. morgan yells 'PILLOW FIGHT!!' before joining in, and by the time they settle down again all of them have missed the ending of the film and have to rewatch the last 20 minutes before drifting off to sleep together on the floor in a patchwork of all their blankets]
---[later at the party]---
Tony: sorry pal, I'm a certified genius and even I don't know how she managed to carry around and slip Morgan’s papers to you when that dress has no pockets and her purse is barely large enough to fit a small-to-medium-sized wrench Rhodey: it was probably the same way she switched your drink for Thor's godchild renouncement forms when you weren't looking Tony, whispering: I think she has CEO paperwork powers Rhodey whispering back: you're only noticing now?
[pepper and tony get home the next day]
Pepper: i still cant believe you left Loki near the kids Tony: and i still cant believe you didn't know how to check the live feed and decided to ignore me the entire night instead of bothering to ask. clearly deep down you trusted my judgement and the decision to leave the kids in Loki's capable, mischiefy, slightly-insane but apparently reformed hands.
[yelling is heard from the living room and Tony and Pepper run in to find Loki Peter Shuri and Morgan sitting around wrapped in blankets and playing Mario Kart and exclaiming their thoughts very vocally. when they are noticed all the kids freeze and stare at Tony. Loki mumbles something about telling Tony he lost the bet since he did in fact manage to keep everyone alive and at that point even Pepper is staring (glaring) at Tony.]
Tony, realising the kids have bonded™: oh no. what have i done.
#part 1 of my modern AU where tony has to deal with his batch of kinda-kids being monopolised by loki#the same loki who refuses to say he's ''reformed'' or ''better than he used to be'' because he's ''always been like this''#the thing is that he's not TELLING anyone about the mind control so everyone assumes the worst#he goes around doing harmless pranks and flambouyantly messing with people and is listed as their Number 1 enemy#despite never harming anyone in the avengers get called in to deal with him all the time but he's not even close to evil?#good luck to tony who has to explain that to people when they see him having a regular conversation with loki#he's not evil he just likes causing mischief and if you're not running away and screaming like crazy the things he does are actually funny#no one gets hurt or anything they're all harmless and he's only a criminal because it counts as 'terrorising civilians' to make trees dance#shuri peter and morgan end up bonding with loki 2 weeks after thanos is gone#before that tony was just kind of hanging around tony's house anyways because ''morgan is here''#spoiler alert: there is no magic binding him to the kids he just values the fact that someone would honour him with responsibility#why did thor ask for loki's name to also be put down? because he DIDNT WANT to be morgan's godfather#he was depressed and knew he was in no mental state to take on that role and didnt think he deserved it anyways#he asked for loki to be written down too because he thought tony would never do that and he would get out of it but that obvsly didnt work#i'm tagging this under: LokiAdoptsAU#LokiAdoptsAU#this is part 1 and I'll post part 2 tomorrow but there isnt going to be a storyline or anything its just everyone existing
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hiro-gari · 4 years ago
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Batarou Headcanon - a Stuffed Wolf and an Old Photobook by: Little1993lamb to: Lilia / @hiro-gari
Word count: 2298 Warning: Some kissing scenes and a mention of making out, but nothing explicit.
Hello again! I’m back with more small Batarou headcanon~ 😁✨
This time I decided to write little fluffy hc for both of them, because lately I feel down more often than usual and thinking maybe some comfort writing about these secretly softie boyfriends will help 😅💦
Hope you enjoyed my little headcanon! 😉💕
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One day when Badd was cleaning Garou’s stuff boxes in attic room that he brought after the former fugitive moved into Badd’s house, he found an old mini album contained Garou’s childhood photos along with a small fluffy stuffed white wolf doll.
It was a big old fashioned photoalbum book, already became dusty from being in the storage box for a long time.
Then Badd inspected the fluffy stuffed wolf, it was still in pretty good condition as it seems someone cared enough to keep the doll from any damage. Clearly a precious gift from an important person of Garou.
When he looked it closer, the stuffed wolf is kinda adorable, too. The white fur was very fluffy, if it washed properly probably would be fluffier than its current condition. This stuffed wolf even has tiny golden beady eyes and that “ :3 ” smile on its muzzle.
‘Just like the owner of the doll’, Badd chuckled lightly by the thought. He was amused about this fact. Maybe after the entire attic cleaning has finished, he would do some quick laundry to clean up the stuffed wolf before giving it back to his handsome boyfriend.
Putting the cute stuffed wolf doll aside, Badd opened the dusty photo album.
On inside, page by page, he found alot of tiny Garou pictures, from the time he was a little baby in his mom’s craddle, his toddler days with both of his parents, until the beginning of his elementary school years. The photos were put in right order so Badd could recognized the progress of Garou’s growing up stage in a couple of years.
He didn’t know that Garou used to be a sweet looking kid, very different from what he’s like in present time. Nothing like a naughty brat or delinquent boy like Badd has imagined before, nothing at all. By seeing these picture, he figured out that Garou was a normal child, with a little bit of timid nature. So different with what Garou was currently: the confident extra dramatic feral wolfboy.
And Badd noticed the photo collections amount were diminished after Garou entered elementary school, and had completely stopped once Garou graduated the elementary school. He wondered what happened to Garou during that time.
Still curious, Badd cleaned up the dusty photoalbum and then carried it with him so he could show the album to his boyfriend. Not forgetting to also bringing the stuffed wolf doll in, he put it on the laundy as he would clean it later. After that, Badd went on searching his missing boyfriend.
He found Garou lazily lounging on top of the couch with Tama in the living room, casually watching tv while drinking cola. Once Garou noticed Badd’s presence, his eyes twinkled and he grinned widely. He patted the seat beside him so the young hero would sit together with him.
Badd approached Garou, accepting his invitation to sit beside him. He was coming into welcoming arms of his boyfriend and then leaned his head on the wolfboy’s chest, enjoying the warmth of his embrace. Before Garou shifted his attention back to the tv show, he saw Badd still craddling a big old photoalbum that seemed very familiar to him. He asked Badd where did he find that thing.
Badd carefully answered that he just cleaned the attic along with Garou’s old stuff, then he accidentally stumbled into his childhood memento. He had seen the photoalbum contents and wanted to give it back to Garou, probably they can salvaged the old photos and placed them into their newer photobook along with Badd’s own childhood photos.
Garou seems agreed with Badd’s suggestion, he let him do what he wanted. But Badd still curious about one thing: it’s about Garou’s past. From what Badd knows, ever since Garou moved in, he hasn’t tell Badd about his past before the hero hunting days. Wanna asked about the matters, but he afraid Garou still not ready to be more open with him.
That’s why Badd wont ask Garou something he wasn’t comfortable enough to tell.
Garou was contemplating himself, should he tell about his horrible past to Badd or not? But Garou knows Badd wont judged him no matter what happen, hopefully Badd would also understand him. Besides, they’re already giving mutual trust for each other even before they started dating. It made Garou feels very grateful to be together with Badd.
Prepared to spill the truth behind his past, Garou took a deep breath then gazed tenderly at Badd’s face for a moment, before proceeding to tell his childhood experiences.
After Garou telling Badd all of what happened to him that made him changed, Badd said, “You should look at my childhood photos, I was more like a punk kid than I am now. Besides, we could have been bestfriends, maybe with that I could protected you from any mean kids and scared them away from you”, while holding Garou in a comforting hug. In which Garou reciprocated in by enveloping the smaller body into his arms, hiding his face on Badd’s neck.
Badd continued, “I’m so sorry that I wasn’t there for you back then, if I could turned back the time I would absolutely become your friend. So you wont be alone”, he tightened his hold onto Garou’s back. “But now you have me, we could make many happy or silly memories together as much as possible from this day on”.
Badd finished it with a gentle ruffle on Garou’s fluffy spiky hair, then kissed his cheek softly for a brief second while still holding Garou tightly.
Garou was a bit teary during listening to Badd’s heartwarming speech. He didn’t expect that one day he would be receiving those genuine reassurement words, something he desperately yearned back then years ago when he was a lonely bullied kid.
Garou wished that he could meet Badd much earlier in his life, and wished that their actual meeting between them wouldn’t be in a silly fight which was almost resulted in life-or-death situation. But of course both of them couldn’t rewind the time to make it happened.
Badd was right, the least they could do is to create many memories together and live their life the best, enjoyed it to the fullest. Maybe it wont be perfect, but as long as they’re happy then it’s alright.
Only the cheery voices from tv show and purring sounds of Tama were heard in the background. All was forgotten at the time Garou and Badd giving deep loving affections for eachother in a tight, warm embrace.
Drowned by the comfortable and relieved feeling of having someone who cares about the other dearly, everything else was just unimportant white noises for them both.
At some point Garou also shared some sweet and soft kisses for his beautiful kindhearted lover, to show how much he feels grateful to be with Badd right now, tomorrow, and for years later. For forever, as long as he still breathing.
And in return, Badd also giving the same amount of affectionate gestures for his beloved purehearted lover, by planted deep passionate kisses on his lips, whispered sweet nothings which also reassuring love vow into Garou’s ear.
This time Garou deserved to be pampered as Badd will gives permission for his boyfriend to do anything he likes, while Badd still showered him with love he has for Garou. Maybe tonight would be an interesting romantic night, considering Zenko was currently having sleepover in her bestfriend’s house so Badd could have private night with Garou.
But for now, Badd let Garou holds him in his arms, enjoying their sweet intimate moment. Purring softly in content on Garou’s chest mimicking what Tama usually does, Badd closed his sleepy eyes.
Taking a little nap together on lazy Sunday afternoon sounds not bad..
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The next day after Badd coming home from Hero Association’s boring monthly meeting, Garou and him, with a generous help from Zenko, rearranging their childhood photos and placed them in a newer family photobook. They cleaned up the photo papers to make sure they wont get damaged by the dust or moths before putting them inside the new album.
Some of good pictures of Garou’s and Badd’s childhood years were being made into small collages and framed onto their bedroom’s wall. Made it seems believable, like they were actual childhood bestfriends who spent their life together since beginning. Decorated beautifully by Zenko, of course, because these two hopeless boys don’t have good aesthetic sense.
Badd promised Garou and Zenko that they will takes photos of any of their good events from now on, then collected them to save in their family photobooks. So they will have their happy moments documented throughout the time.
About the stuffed doll, Badd also digging up his own storage box and found his old handmade kitty plushy doll. It was his late mom’s handmade doll as Badd’s 5th birthday present. After he washed up the two stuffed animals, Badd placed them on top of their bed.
The adorable stuffed white wolf and the cute tuxedo kitten plushy doll, standing side-by-side together neatly on top of Garou’s and Badd’s pillows. They looked exactly just like their owners, and they’re also together now.
Badd felt so proud of his works, both for the framed photos on the wall (mostly he credited the design to his amazing lil sis!) and the decoration dolls on their bed. Garou was chuckling when he saw Badd like that, glad that his hero boyfriend had done all of it just to make Garou happy.
Garou went to hug Badd from behind, entrapped the smaller man inside loving embrace, in which Badd responded with approved humm as he leaned back into Garou’s warmth. Happy that Garou appreciated his effort.
Then Garou put his chin on Badd’s shoulder and snuggling him, while sneakily saying “Thank you, babe~” so softly into his ear. Complete with (un)necessary biting on Badd’s earlobe that made the young hero blushing brightly and elbowed the laughing wolfboy on his sternum.
The friendly bickering and light manhandling between them quickly turned into a brief steamy making out session on the bed. They were ready to escalate it further more, before repeated hard knocking from outside the bedroom door by Zenko stopped them in track, calling both of them to prepare the dinner meal.
With a teasing smile, Badd told Garou that they should continue it later after they all have dinner together. He gave a soft peck on his boyfriend’s lips, then he immediately got up to answer Zenko’s call. If Garou were really a wolf, he absolutely would joyfully wagging his fluffy tail at the moment while following Badd along towards the kitchen like a lovestrucked puppy.
Meal preparing and their family dinner went normal as usual, but Badd could feel a pair of bright golden eyes always gazing at him with much tenderness whenever Garou thought Badd didn’t noticed him doing that. He just replied it with a soft smile towards his lover.
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Later at night, when both of them were ready to sleep, Badd saw Garou reaching for the stuffed white wolf and craddled it on his chest. He closed his eyes while caressing the doll with gentleness, like it was a precious rare treasure. Badd thought for a moment, Garou looked like a small innocent child like that.
Badd understand what Garou just did, it was because the doll was the last thing he got from his late mother, a present that was given for kid Garou before her death. He clearly missed his mom but haven’t got a time to reminisce the memories of her, at least until now.
Same as him, Badd himself also not too much showing his emotional burden and weakness to people after the death of his parents. Even to Zenko, because he must be strong brother for her despite he was also hurting inside, but haven’t found someone who was willing to lend their shoulder for Badd to lean on, to seek comfort at, and to help him released his bottled up emotions.
But then Garou comes into his life, slowly giving his trust and warmed up to him. Eventually he was offering Badd a chance to opened up his hidden burden as a hero and as a person, despite Garou himself still keeping his hurtful memories.
That’s why Badd also wanted to return his favor by giving him lots of happiness that Garou. That eventhough he has awful past, he still deserved to received more joyful things in his life. And Badd was more than happy to do all of it, anything to make Garou smiling genuinely more often.
Felt the sleepiness has been catching on him, Badd also grabbing his own kitten plushy doll and hugging it dearly on his chest. It’s been so long not to sleep with the doll, especially after the tragic day because it would hurt him.
Now that Badd has already found his own happiness, he could thinking his memories of his mother calmly. Not the painful one anymore but the blissful one. He still missed his father and mother so bad, of course. But he hoped their parents already in peace together in heaven. Maybe they were watching him from above there now?
Bringing the cozy blanket with him, Badd shifted closer towards Garou so his lover would cuddle him. By the instinct, the sleepy Garou put his arm around Badd and pulling him more closer until Badd could rest his head near Garou’s chest. Purring contently, Badd snuggled against the hard pecs, feeling safe and comfort already.
Both of them have a good sleep and nice dream that night in eachother’s arms. The stuffed white wolf and tuxedo kitten plushy could be found between their sleeping figures..
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🐺 THE END 🐱
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Notes:
Honestly I feel this very cheesy but I couldn’t help it, forgive me for the OOC-ness I’m so sorry! 😅💦
Also Lilia, if you noticed, this headcanon was actually based on your Garou headcanon and our small convos about it here: •https://hiro-gari.tumblr.com/post/636445859688677376/what-if-garou-has-a-box-of-his-old-stuff-still •https://hiro-gari.tumblr.com/post/636531124727889920/what-if-after-garou-was-gone-from-bangs-dojo-and •https://hiro-gari.tumblr.com/post/636579523086958592/little-garou-with-a-stuffed-wolf-thats-so
Because I like the imagery, I tried to make a little writing from our shared headcanons. Hopefully you don’t mind it 😆💕
And I also combined those ideas with my older headcanon which I sent for @the-goddessfighter last year in here (please check out her amazing illustration for it, it’s lovely! 💖): https://the-goddessfighter.tumblr.com/post/629479209492987904/part-1-badd-was-cleaning-off-his-attic-when-he
So how was it, do you like this headcanon? 👀✨
Before I ended this note, I wanted to say sorry if my writing seems boring or uninovated, because I only rewrite/recycled the old hcs without being able to write newly fresh ones 😢😞 Or that I always writing Batarou waaaah I’m so sorry that I’ve been clogging your Garou simp blog with my submissions, I must apologize to your followers, too, forgive me– *bowing profusely* 😭🙏💦
Nowadays I’ve been slowly losing my confidence to write, because I don’t know if my works is good enough or not. Maybe I’m not good enough, but I’m very grateful for anyone who still willing to read these messy writings of mine. Thank you guys, your supports are encouraging me to keep going! I will try my best :“”)
Like usual, many thanks always being given for: @hiro-gari, @the-goddessfighter, @kaincuro, @guby1620, @garous-nipple, @jusqu-une-etudiante, and @lovelybutnot-ablankcanvas, and of course all of Batarou shippers in the fandom! Thank you, I love you all~ 😭💕💖
Hope you guys have many great days, thank you~ 😚😘❤💜💙💖💝🌸🌻💐
-Little1993lamb-
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~Lilia:
aaahhH OMG our little wolf convo ;~; I’m so honored it could help inspire this beautifully nostalgic and emotional headcanon the “if I could turned back the time I would absolutely become your friend” really hit me like a bus I’ve got real tears in my eyes
It makes me so happy to imagine them having each other now, a steady support to lean on in their chaotic lives, and finally putting all those bitter memories to rest ♡
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zombieratt · 4 years ago
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Alright so forewarning this is LONG as FUCK specifically because i came up with this idea in early high school and was just today POSESSEd By the Spirit Of Musical Theatre to put it to paper— er Tumblr.
So without further ado:
DEAR EVAN HANSEN BUT EVAN ISNT A TERRIBLE PERSON AND CONNOR LIVES.
the beginning is the same, canon diverges just after waving through a window.
*this ended up getting written is script format? i also just sorta ignore alana’s whole exsistance bc in this version of the play she’s unnecessary*
In the moments before he talks to Connor evan decides to omit Zoe from his letter, having resolved himself to move on from her. (instead of being a hella creep.)
Connor: “dear Evan Hansen,” what are you writing letters to yourself? *he laughs*
Evan: its, uh, its for my therapist. its just a stupid little assignment that she says is supposed to help me process my feelings or— uh or something
Connor: hm. here. * hands Evan the letter*
Connor: your cast. no one’s signed it.
Evan: uh no. no one has.
Connor: gotta sharpie?
Evan: huh?
Connor: gotta sharpie? im gonna sign it.
Evan: *handing the sharpie to Connor* w- whuh uh why?
Connor: *shrugs* feels right.
Evan: i wish i could do that
Connor: what?
Evan: UH, IMEAN—
Connor: no wait- dude.
Evan: i mean uh, i meant that i wish i could just be, y’know impulsive like that.
Connor: Why Cant you be?
Evan: i uh, my heads pretty messed up, and stuff like that just, makes it worse i guess.
Connor: well theres some thing we have in common— were both fucked up in the head.
*the bell rings*
Evan: oh shoot! i missed the bus—
Connor: i’ll give you a ride.
Evan: are you sure i mean i can walk its not far-
Connor: all the more reason, i probably have to pass it on my way home anyway, cmon.
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they meet Zoe in the parking lot
Zoe: I have Late practice today
Connor: whatever, gotta passenger.
Zoe: who the fuck would be crazy enough to trust your ability to drive?
Evan *being Brave*: Me Apparently?
Zoe: Uh, Evan Right?
Evan: yeah, uh, yeah.
Zoe *holding her hand out to be shaken*: i’m Zoe, we’ve met though right?
Evan wipes his hand on his shirt and shakes it: yeah, uh, nice to formally meet you, Zoe.
Zoe: i’m off, don’t kill him stoner.
Connor: i wont Princess
Evan breathing heavy: that was,, an eventful ten minutes.
Connor: oh fuck— you cool? or—
Evan: Panic Attack.
Connor: Right, uh
Connor: can you get in the car?
Evan: yeah
*car nonsense*
Connor: Can i start driving or do you want me to wait
Evan: Distractions are good,, Can Uh, Can you Talk about Stuff?
Connor: What stuff!??
Evan: any Stuff!
Connor: Is Zoe okay??
Evan: Sure?!
Connor: Uhh we don’t get along as well as we used to?
we were really close as kids, shes a huge asshole now but *fully venting now*
i kind of miss it you know? having someone to talk to and care about— and i still care about her— but its scary and i always fuck it up! not to mention the fact that our parents hate me— make her see me as some alien and not just a fucked up kid who wants to talk and — (more ranting that i dont feel like writing, but its a whole monologue bro)
Evan: Connor
Connor snaps his mouf shut: yeah
Evan: thanks
Connor: oh that, uh actually helped?
Evan: yeah focusing on your voice and whats real and stuff— it makes a difference.
Neither of them noticed that Connor was just sort of Driving. they end up at the park where in canon Connor commits Sewer-slide.
Evan: i didn’t know there was a park here.
Connor: huh, oh, yeah i guess i just sorta auto piloted, i come here to think.
Evan: About stuff?
Connor: Yeah, Stuff.
*the convo lulls*
Connor: do you have a laptop?
Evan: no, i uh, i left it at home? why?
Connor: give me a second
Connor walks to the car and grabs his back pack out of the back seat
Evan watches Quizzically from the swing-set
Connor pulls out a Sketch Pad and Pen, flipping to a clean page.
Connor: So tell me how to write one of those letters of yours.
Evan: uh, well you start like any other letter- just addressing it to yourself
Connor writing: Dear Connor Murphy,
Evan: and uh, my first one was supposed to be about my ideal summer vacation? since i started in middle school- but you don’t have to—
Connor: thats perfect.
Connor starts to sing for forever,
eventually Evan joins in there is a minor gay moment where they’re holding hands face to face.
the song ends with Connor hugging Evan.
Evan: its- its pretty late.
Connor obviously crying: just— just a couple more minutes.
Evan lets go and grabs Connors sketch book of the ground, closing it and handing it off to him: then how about this, labor day weekend- we actually go.
Connor: what are you talking about?
Evan: being spontaneous?
Connor: o-okay.
and it cuts to black.
theres a small montage here, as the set changes to Connor and Evans bedrooms
sincerely, me is a lament in this context, Connor and Evan are duetting from their respective rooms, writing to themselves.
(the lyrics are completely different and i will not be writing them here because thats too much fucking effort.
but they’re duetting from their bedrooms about making a connection to another person, feeling seen, for the first time. what it felt like and how they really want to keep it up but are afraid of making a mistake and ruining it.
its got some themes of waving thru a window, and a little bit of for forever, but its still largely the same notes just in a different key.)
after wards, Zoe knocks on Connors door to tell him dinner is ready to find him peacefully asleep.
requiem is the same, Zoe sees Connor as Dead to Her instead of actually dead, so some of the wording changes, so and so about how a monster doesn’t deserve peaceful rest etcetera.
school day happens, Connor doesn’t die, but the hot goss is that everyone saw Connor and Evan go home together after school, jared makes a shitty homophobic joke to Evan and Evan kind of tells him off about it. they argue and it culminates in Evan saying “well god forbid I’m friends with someone who isn’t YOU!” or smth like tht and it hits jared right the fuck at home man.
Connor says from the side lines: damn that was pretty hard core dude.
Evan: you have, no idea how long i’ve wanted to do that.
Connor honest to god l a u g h s, theres a number of people who hear it and lose their shit, Zoe being one of them: i have a pretty good idea, wanna get some lunch?
Evan: yeah, sure.
this general routine continues until labor day weekend, when they plan to go on their little escape. theres a short scene of Connor leaving the house with his keys and a backpack.
Connors mom confronts Zoe about his oddly upbeat attitude and hows he’s seemed differently lately Zoe Shrugs but decides to investigate his room.
she finds the letters. the first one is for forever, the theme plays as she reads it frantically, and is signed “Sincerely me (connor murphy)” so she knows its him, i f i could tell her begins but its a real duet between Connor and Zoe and at the end she resolves to try harder to connect to him.
Evan sings disappear to Connor after breaking into a formerly public park, in this context its him confessing that he broke his arm attempting su!c!de. Connor records it, for personal reference.
jared hacks Connors phone and steals the video, posting it to yt, in an effort to ruin their friendship.
Evan and Connor get in a little fight about it, and in the meantime Evan is called to the school to give an assembly because hes a phenomenal speaker and Disappear got like 1000000 views over night.
Zoe and Connor bond a little bit in a short scene before the assembly
Zoe: wheres Evan what happened?
Connor: Kleinman Did!
Zoe: what?
Connor: Why Do you care?
Zoe: because! you look happy around him!
Connor: i, i do?
Zoe: yeah? he could tell the worst joke ever written and you’d crack up. i haven’t heard you laugh like that in years Connor, maybe ever.
Connor: oh.
Zoe: Come back inside?
Connor: y, Yeah.
they all perform You Will Be Found together.
end act 1.
(no more dialogue from here i got tired)
to break in a glove is Connor’s dad trying to reconnect with him, it goes mediocrely, but Connor feels like hes being seen by his dad for the first time in years. its said in metaphors, but this is Connors dads way of saying that if Connor is willing to put in the work, so is he. they hug at the end, things are looking up. some talk of therapy is sprinkiled in the dialogue as they walk of stage together.
Only Us is Evan and Connor saying that they saved each other. its loosely romantic, as its a love song, but they don’t out right say that they’re in love or anything, they don’t know if theyre ready for that. its a promise. the song ends with Connor finally apologizing for pushing Evan over at the beginning of the show.
good for you is sung by jared only, as a power ballad, about losing people you didn’t treasure. its his attempt at an apology, but it ultimately fails, since jared is unable to take responsibility for his own actions. this is where jared and Evan go their separate ways.
Evan’s mom comforts him, as he sings words fail, which is about specifically jared, and how their rocky friendship is ruined and Evan pegs himself as the cause, instead of parents or perfect girl he uses metaphors that apply to best friends— maybe more. and talks about how he didn’t try, he was happy so he ignored that jared was hurting, and how that was really shitty of him. but instead of it being a generally somber song the end is lighter, because Connor is there— waving through his front window.
Evans mom sings So Big/So Small as Evan steps out the front door to embrace Connor and they mime talking about jared, hug and take hands. the house moves off stage in preparation for the finale.
Connor and Evan open the finale saying each others names, and sing it together as the test of the cast (minus jared) joins in, Evans mom taking his hand and Zoe Taking Connors, Evans mom the Murphys and Zoe break off to the back where Evan and Connor finish the final “all i see is sky for forever” while looking into each others eyes, and finish the musical by embracing (maybe kissing if thats ur jam).
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DEMON & ANGEL MONSTERS AU BATAROU <3
by: Little1993lamb
Yayy it's my birthdayyy~! On September 6th, btw 😚🎉🎉🎊
Let me share Demon&Angel Monster Batarou AU as my treat for you, Temperans-sama!
 Summary:
At some point in his life after living together with reformed Human Monster Garou, Badd suddenly underwent a monsterification which allowed him to transform into a new form: a six-winged Seraphim-like Angel Monster.
And today is Badd's birthday, but he's must still going to do his daily duty as a professional S-Class hero along with Garou. What Garou can do to cheer his beloved Angel up on his birthday?
 Disclaimer:
The headcanons that have been mentioned in this AU are not 100% mine. Some ideas were created by @the-goddessfighter, @beautifulnightmareus, and @kaincuro .
I only combined and mixed all of them together with my own ideas into one (hopefully) coherent AU headcanon. So, thank you so much guys for giving me brilliant ideas!
 Warning:
Nothing was explicit here, so it's safe I assure you. But there are some soft yet passionate kisses between Garou and Badd, and some loving embrace/hugging from this Demon&Angel Monster couple.. 😚💋❤
OOC characterizations of Badd and Garou, I'm pretty sure of it. There are many amazing authors who can nailed their characterization perfectly and rest assured I'm not among them *sobs*
No beta. So many typos, grammar mistakes, very limited vocabulary, and broken English. I'm so sorry for my bad English, it's not my mother language I'm still learning on it, so I apologized if it makes you feel very uncomfortable during reading this writing, forgive meee... 😭🙏🙇
 Please enjoy it 😉💕
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Badd was deep in thought, contemplating his life journey together with Garou for the last 4 years.
It's been 4 years since Badd was harboring a fugitive Garou in his home, just a day before his 18th birthday. It's been difficult to play some cat-and-mouse game against Heroes Association, knowing they were still hunted the ex-Hero Hunter, who currently hiding in his own house.
He realized that Garou is actually not a bad guy, they quickly became bestfriends without knowing there's something else was blooming between them.
 It's been 3 years and a half since Badd partnered with Garou after he was getting pardoned by Heroes Association and became a hero, climbed up his way from the very bottom of C-Class rank until he could stand beside Badd as a fellow S-Class Hero in no time. Badd was so proud of him.
It's more easier to have Garou as his partner, fighting along side-by-side, sharing their glorious victory together just like old friends, or maybe more than that but nobody have a courage to confess it out, resulting on them hopelessly pining for each other like idiots in love.
 It's been 3 years since Garou finally asking him out to be his lover, that he accepted immediately. They started living their love life together while still continuing their heroes works as partners.
Everyone had already know them as inseparable hero couple duo or power couple duo, while their friends just feel deeply relieved that at long last they become an item after too many obvious mutual pining moments for years.
He's grateful to have a very caring boyfriend like Garou, as it turned out Garou is secretly a softie and sweetheart, even though he always denied it immediately. Everytime Garou showering his love to him, Badd feels like his life is complete now.
 It's been a year since Badd underwent unexpected monsterification which allowed him to be turned into an Angel Monster, a six-winged Seraphim kind of Angel, complete with a halo above his head and pure white light emanating from his entire body. Total opposite from Garou's own monster form, which looked like a Demon.
It confused the hell out of him because it occured so suddenly, made him freaked out and slightly afraid of people's bad opinion for him if not for Garou's presence that soothing him and always taking care of him during the transformation.
Garou always comes to comfort him whenever they'd just transformed into monsters together, ensuring that he will always be there for him, telling him no matter what Badd has become he’ll still loving him unconditionally.  
 And it's been half a year that Badd had accepted his new form and learnt how to control his monster transformation, thanks to his lover's teaching and neverending supports. He later learning from Garou that his monster form was born from benevolent intent to protect people he loves, and his kindhearted personality. Unlike common monsters especially the criminal scums, Badd's motive is considered very pure.
It's kind of similar to what happened to Garou when he wanted to become monster: a noble intention to make himself a sacrifice target for humankind, so people would be united together and wont have to hurt eachother anymore, just focusing to defeat him only. Even though the plan was failed, he's glad that now he already found a new purpose.
 Garou had said to him back then, as a human monster himself, he understand how it feels to be transformed into something frightening and facing people's harsh misjudgement. But that's before Garou met Badd, who patiently coaxing him, giving his humanity back, and never afraid of his monster form.
 Now it's time for Garou to do the same things for his beloved "Angel", he wanted to make sure Badd feels loved despite after getting his new form so suddenly.
 During the process of learning with Garou, they also always make time to talking heart-to-heart about their own experiences when they're turning into monster form. That way, Badd slowly understand what hardship Garou had been through after all this time, and how much suffering his lover had felt during difficult time.
 It makes Badd became more empathetic towards Garou. They have bonded over the struggle to overcome their disadvantage under the same fate...
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 Speaking of the same fate, Garou once asking Badd, could they be considered as Soulmates?
 Because their monster form are like a matching pair: Demon and Angel. Polar opposite, hellish versus heavenly, dark versus light, evil versus good, villain versus hero, always depicted as mortal enemies, but somehow looked fit together as dangerous complement pair.
It's not coincidental they also become a couple before Badd's monsterification, made it seems like Garou's Demon finally found its other half: Badd's Angel. Like Yin Yang, they complement each other.
 Not to mention, their first time meeting actually had Badd fell from the sky in front of Garou, just in time after Garou wished to meet Badd as soon as possible. Hence whenever someone asking how they met before, he always jokingly says that Badd was a godsend angel who has fallen from heaven and he caught him. Never thought that it would become real once Badd completed his monsterification: Badd is really an Angel!
And not some random Angel form, he got the form of highest rank Angel, the most beautiful and also most powerful, depicted as "fiery angel" who has a duty on performing purification. All of those descriptions suits Badd perfectly.
 Garou could say he was too stunned when he saw Badd's majestic new form at first time, he fell in love so much deeper than before. Finding out that your lover has a matching monster theme made you become extremely happy! That's what Garou was feeling at the time. Now they could be Demon-Angel monster pair together!
 But of course, Garou's first and main job is to make sure Badd feels comfort enough on his transformation, to teach Badd controling his monster form, and the most important is to give all the support and unconditional love for him.
 Slowly but sure, Garou would guide his lover to accepting himself. Just like what Badd had been doing to him in the past, when only Badd the person who brave enough to love and giving so much care for a "ultimate evil monster" until he can love himself for what he is.
 Badd has taught Garou that lesson, and now Garou wanted to do the same for him.
 With lots of patient and support, now look at them.
 Heroes Association has giving Badd permission to use his monster form while fighting, just like what Garou received years ago. Thus, Badd is allowed to transform whenever the situation required him to do so, as long as Garou supervised him.
They also already have people’s approval about their monster form, even people thought they’re really cool monster hero couple. People have a special nickname for both of them, something like “Knights of the Last Judgement”.
 Badd also have their family’s full support. Zenko, upon knowing his big brother's new form, never seems afraid for his intimidating figure. Not at all.
She even said Badd becomes even more cooler with that appearance, complimenting nonstop about the beauty of his "angelic" form. Badd is like, courtesy by Zenko, live-sized pretty angel doll.
And those fluffy six wings! Zenko asked Badd if she and Garou can buried themself into it and snuggle it, also if he can take her flying someday after a mission it seems very exciting for her! Badd can't say no to her.
 Bang didn't say much but Garou can see how much his master (or father, honestly) is very proud of Badd. He trusted Badd can handle his new form easily, just like the way he tamed Garou's monster side and helped Garou to become a better person.
That way, Bang gave his blessing for both Garou and Badd to use their other form, wishing them for the best.
 Those evidences had proved they all understand fully that deep down Badd is still remained as himself, nothing has really changed. Not even his new monstrous appearance can chance that fact...
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 As usual, Badd and Garou attended Heroes Association meeting along with another fellow S-Class heroes. Each of them were given a dangerous important mission, because on that day there are so many Dragon-level monsters attacking many cities at the same time.
Heroes Association executives under Sitch's order hoped that S-Class Heroes could aided A-Class heroes who currently battling the monsters and helped on evacuating civilians to the safer place.
 Everyone already got each of their own job to manage at different cities, while Badd and Garou were ordered to work in pair to fight a bunch of biggest monsters that heading towards City-S' border. Considering the huge amount and size of those monsters, also after receiving reports on how severe the monsters causing damages on the cities they have destroyed, Heroes Association recommended to send both Garou and Badd together at once, as their combined power could demolished those monsters without wasting much time.
 So, the S-Class heroes couple quickly heading towards the mission's location. As soon as they arrived, those monsters were already attacking city border while many B-Class heroes still in the middle of evacuating people, and some A-Class heroes trying to buy time by fighting or distracting the monster.
 Understand what they should do, Garou and Badd begin their job. At first, Garou divert the monsters' attention to him and riled them up so they only focused on Garou and Badd only. Then they're doing collaborated multiple attacks with coordinated strikes, cornering the monsters without stopping so they moved towards outside city border.
 It must be done like that to minimalize the destruction that both the heroes and the monsters caused in the city, also to reduce the risk of civilians getting involved into dangerous areas during fighting happen.
This new protocol was applied after the Hero Association reformed themself back then when Garou still being fugitive, so much things must be re-evaluated from the inside to make Hero Association better in the future.
 Succeeded at beating back and leading the monsters bunch into a remote area outside the city far from any population, now it's time for Garou and Badd finishing the job with their ultimate power. Concentrating on their aim and purpose, both of them begin the monsterification.
As soon as their "Fighting Spirit" activated, their human bodies slowly changed.
 Garou's body was engulfed by spinning dark spirals which growing from his left abdomen scars he got from Orochi's attack years ago, made him entirely covered by black hardened skin "armor" of his monster form, all of the nails on his long slender fingers turned into sharp claws, his bright yellow gold irises changed into vivid gold colored irises and his normally white scleras turned into red colored ones, and finally his snow white colored hair turned into black-and-white sharpened spiky hair before it formed into big pointy menacing horns.
Now, Garou was returned again on being the "Demon" Human Monster, bringing back his brutal satanic monstery image. He's ready to hunt again.
 Badd's entire body was glowing bright of white blinding light while emanating a dangerous aura, there's velvety ribbon-like white clothes appeared and wrapping his torso, Badd’s jet black hair rapidly turned into pure white colour, along with the halo-like appendage that circling around his head. And the last thing, he's sprouting six pairs of wide feathery wings from his back, all of them were beautiful fair white colored, at first the wings looked soft but as the "Fighting Spirit" building up in his body those feathers changed into razor-sharp needles.
Now, Badd revealed his other self to the enemies what is the meaning of "Avenging Angel", showing them how terrifying his Angel monster side is and how much he's fully capable to put the fear of god into their mind.
 Monster Garou smiling maniacally when he saw the monsters' terror-stricken expression on their face when they witnessing Monster Badd's imposing figure. Apparently they never heard of Hero Metal Bat's monsterification rumour before. Poor them, though. This will become the first time and the last time they ever seen Angel Monster Badd in action.
 Monster Badd has already in his fighting stance, signaling Monster Garou to be ready for their ultimate finishing moves.
With devilish smirk (Garou) and triumphant smile (Badd), together they shouted:
 [It's time for "slaughter party"/"punishment"!!]
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 In the end, everything went alright for the heroes, mission was successful just as planned. All of the monster attacks on several cities has been stopped. The Dragon-level monsters themself has already annihilated. Total building destructions and casualties has been minimized. Civillians who had been evacuated before can go back to their home and continuing their daily activities.
 Still standing in the middle of monsters remains and carcasses, Monster Garou and Monster Badd were basking in glorious victory of successful mission while calming themself from the rush of pumped up adrenaline in their bodies.
 Badd thinks he should be happy that at last they could finished their mission as soon as possible. It's just... Badd feel so tired. Not only physically, because of his monsterifaction had been eating most of his energy, but also emotionally. He's practically drained.
 Today was supposed to be his 22th birthday celebration, where he originally wanted to spend his family time with Zenko and Garou only. It's one of few times Badd could be taking a day-off so he would arranging a private small party with Zenko (now also with Garou) in their home without any people trying to disturb them.
But unfortunately, he got a sudden emergency call from Heroes Association, who gave a dangerous mission and it's the very important one because only S-Class heroes could solved it, so Garou and him must go to do their work. Despite with heavy heart...
 Badd just couldn't reject the hero obligation, it's always been duty come first then their own life. That's the contract and consequences of become S-Class hero, he already knew it very well. But still... It's feel disheartening.
 Decided to take a rest until his body reverted back into human form, Monster Badd gave a cue for Monster Garou that he will moving to more comfortable place to lay on at the area around them. He's flapping his enormous fluffy wings and then takes off from his previous spot, began to searching where he could rest on.
 The battle against the monster enemies took a place near a meadow, not too far from where they stand before, which consist of both grass field and flower field.
Monster Badd carefully landing on the flower field, walking towards the center of it, then proceed to flopping down face first in the middle of flower field, made the flower petals bursted in the air from the impact. He's incapable of sprawling on his back because of his huge wings so it'll be better to lie his tired and worn out body down just like this.
 He hated to feel let down and disappointed, when he should be stay energized or at least feels cuddly enough to have some "monster-loving" moment with his lover. Badd could sensed Garou has already noticed what he's feeling right now, that's because Badd acted unusually dejected since they have finished their mission. He didn't want to make Garou worried but he can't help it.
 It's already bad that he's already depleted of his stamina, now his emotional burden makes it worse. He didn't have energy for flapping his wings to both fly and carrying Garou who still in his monster form back to their home anymore, so he's just take the last resort to stay lying down horizontally on the dirt until his body shifted back again.
 Maybe after this he could ask Garou to carry him back instead. For now, Badd just wanna sleep for awhile, surrounded by flower bush.
 Where is his boyfriend right now? Shouldn't Garou followed and joined him like usual? Like, suddenly appeared next to him without warning and immediately buried himself on his huge fluffy wings and snuggle them while holding him tightly? Whispering soothing and loving words to calm him down from battle adrenaline, or kissing him tenderly to remind how much Garou love him..
 Good. Now he's craving for all of Garou's affections. He needs them, right now. But he didn't have any energy to call him anymore..
Slowly closing his eyes, Badd was waiting for Garou's arrival for any seconds.
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 It hurts Garou's heart terribly to see his lover in a miserable mood. He can't watch him moping in sadness like this, especially on his birthday date. Of course they still could celebrate his birthday party later on the day, as it's still much time left.
 But Garou understand Badd's feeling, that deep down he felt disappointed his anticipated plan was ruined by this emergency mission.
No matter how Badd trying to hide or deny it, Garou just. Know.
 Afterall, they have been bonded since long time ago, right? That their heart practically become one: they would know what they are thinking or feeling without saying any word.. or maybe they just sharing one functional braincell?
 It's time for Garou to cheer Badd up! Maybe he could find something that would lifted Badd's mood. He observed their location's surrounding and environment, so far he's only seeing flower field with various flower plants on it. All of them kinda looked pretty--
Oh, Garou got an idea! Even though it's just a simple thing, Garou was sure Badd would appreaciate it...
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 In half-sleeping state, Monster Badd could hear Garou's voice from afar, or rather his monster form's voice, there's a bit different. Followed by the sounds of both his footsteps and soft rustle of grass leaves. Until it stopped just right a few meters from where Monster Badd was sleeping.
 He called Monster Badd gently so he would wake up and sit for awhile. But he also asked him to close his eyes until he tell him otherwise. Monster Badd didn't understand what Monster Garou was planning but he complied to his requests.
 Slowly but surely, Monster Badd lifted his worn out body from the ground, brushing the dirt off from his velvety clothes, enormous wings also starts flapping to shake off any leftover dust or dirt on his body.
 Once Monster Badd was awake and changed his position into a sitting position, he was told by Monster Garou that he can open his eyes now. Right at the moment, Monster Badd could feel something was poured on his body from above.
 Curiously, he opened his eyes and looked around.
 He was surprised by Monster Garou hovering over him, while sprinkling, or more like throwing, a lots of tiny colourful flower petals on Monster Badd's hair and his pretty wings. Soon enough, Monster Badd's entire figure was decorated by those pretty flower petals.
 Still confused about what had just happened, Monster Badd found Monster Garou already standing very close, just right before him, slowly and gently tilted his chin up, and kissed him softly yet passionately. It made him letting out a whimper followed by soft moans.
He really loves it whenever Monster Garou kissing him, it feels like he consumed all the fire that "the Demon" has been offering to him from the kisses. He was in bliss.
 When Monster Garou released their kiss, he cupped and caressing Monster Badd's soft cheeks tenderly, gaze deeply into his eyes and whispering,
 "Happy Birthday, my beloved Angel. May happiness will always given to you",
 with a raspy voice, yet in very affectionate tone, before giving a lingering kiss on Monster Badd's forehead.
 Monster Badd was strucked by Monster Garou's sweet gesture. He didn't expected that his lover would gives him a thoughful surprise present like this. Yes, it was a simple thing but it's really brings him a lots of joy.
And the huge amount of love he was receiving from Garou... He feels like his heart would bursting from the happiness.
Garou really care for him, and that single truth was enough to make Badd back to his happy self.
 Then, the next thing happened truly made Monster Garou left astonished for a hot minute:
 Monster Badd was giving Monster Garou his sweetest smile and laugh in his majestic angelic form. Complete with bright light that emanating from Monster Badd's figure whenever he's in happy mood or in fighting mood. And those various tiny colourful flower petals sprinkles on his flawless body, on his silky smooth pure white Angel hair, and his soft feathered wings, somehow made him even more beautiful than before..
 For him, it was the most gorgeous thing Garou ever seen in his life. He was too stunned to move or even blinking his eyes just from witnessing majestic angelic Badd's precious smile.
And his laugh was the most mellifluous voice he ever heard, it sounds like a heavenly music in his ears.
Is this how an angel sings in heaven? He was lucky enough to have one performing it to him right now.
 Watching his lover finally back to being happy again today, in the most beautiful monster form that Garou have ever seen, on this beautiful and serene flowery scenery, it made Garou's heart fluttering.
He wants to pampering Badd more and spoiled him rotten after they get back to their home.
 Make his lover's birthday feel special today! Heroes Association's mission report be damned. Those can go to hell, Badd's well-being is the top priority right now.
 Monster Garou noticed that Monster Badd still smiling softly at him, who suddenly opened his arms wide, enthusiastically asking Monster Garou for some loving hugs. The Angel wanted to hold his Demon as tight as possible, as he also wanted to convey how grateful he is for the heartwarming gift he received before.
 With a grin full of fondness, he picked Monster Badd up and held him in his strong arms, kissing his silky soft white hair that full of tiny flower petals. While Monster Badd encircled his arms around Monster Garou's neck, and his huge white fluffy wings covered them both so they would be as close as possible in an intimate embrace.
 Neither of them had realized that some reporters and photographers were approaching while taking videos or pictures of them from afar..
 And neither of them seems to care for that, all that matters are the warm embrace, sweet nothings words and love vows they whispered softly to each other, and the love they have been sharing during their intimate moment together...
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 Hours later, Badd and Garou, who are already back in their human form, were seen walking side-by-side together on their way back home in City-S. Despite still being tired as hell, in tattered clothes, and also looked a bit bloodied with some monster blood smeared on them, too. But they both seems happy, nonetheless.
 They just don't care for people around them, who are either admiring their heroic deeds or giving weird look on their battle-ragged appearance. Both only have focus on eachother, enjoying quality time by chatting casually while handholding together, re-planning for Badd's small birthday party with Zenko once they get back to home, or just sharing sneaky kisses on the cheek during walking.
 Just when they're taking a stroll in the middle of S-City downtown, something happened unexpectedly. On a big screen in the S-City downtown, there's a birthday celebration video broadcast for Badd. It consist of 3 main video contents:
Firstly, a beautiful angelic Monster Badd smiling sweetly with many tiny and pretty colourful flower petals decorating his form and his white fluffy six-wings, surrounded by flower field and green scenery, his expression looked so majestic and heavenly, truly like a godsend Angel because he rarely showing this special kind of softest smile ever,
 Secondly, a scene of Monster Garou hugged Monster Badd very tenderly, full of affection, revealing the softer side of both Garou and Badd, also showing pure sweet intimacy, emotional support, and huge amount of unconditional love that have been shared between the S-Class monster heroes,
 Lastly, a huge congratulatory message "Happy Birthday, S-Class Hero Metal Bat!", followed by the compilation of many smaller congratulatory messages from fellow heroes or important figures.
 At the end of video broadcast, people around them clapping simultanously together while apparently Garou, being the best boyfriend ever, start to sing "Happy Birthday song" for Badd in the midst of clapping. Hence everyone can't help but also followed his lead to participate in singing the song along with Garou.
 Those spontaneous and voluntary actions quickly brought Badd to tears, he's very touched by the fact everyone around him actually cared enough for him, despite he didn't ask anything from them. He feels so loved right now.
 Not to mention, once again Garou doing something wonderful to him, successfully giving a lots of joyness just to make Badd's spirit lifted again. He couldn't think if he can pay all of Garou's kindness he did today, because he knows Garou would says, "No, just let me pamper you in YOUR SPECIAL DAY. Please don't fight me on this I beg you".
 At the end of Birthday song choir, everyone cheered on him and giving a loud standing applause. Badd just flopped down sitting on the ground, he's crying so hard from the sheer happiness. Garou immediately come to his side consoling him, wiping his tears off. Once Badd stopped crying, Garou congratulate Badd again before kissing his tears streaked cheek, which causing even more louder applause.
 Applause sounds then also added with many other voices, such as cheering, cat calling, hollering, praises, congratulatory, complain for their PDA, and many more noises. Seeing all being very caring to them, Badd wanted to cry happily again. And then he’s really bawling in the middle of City-S main street, in the arms of his very confused dorky boyfriend, in the center of equally confused people’s attention.
 After a lot consoling by Garou to make Badd calmed himself again, both of them thanking all the people for their kindness. Of course it followed by everyone thanking them instead, for being very good heroes who always protected people.
 Just when Badd and Garou start to continue their walking, Badd's phone suddenly ringing. It was a call from Zenko. She questioned where are they right now and why did they still haven't at home at this hours. They feel so bad for making Zenko got worried alone in their home.
 But of course Zenko didn't forget to congratulate his dear big brother for his 22th birthday, wishing for all the happiness and prosperities for Badd. She then ended her call by saying,
"I love you, Badd-niichan! Please go home ASAP with Garou-niichan I just finished baking your birthday cake we can eat it together. Hurry up before Tama stepping on your birthday cake frosting again like 2 years ago!".
 With that, Badd urged Garou to quickened their steps, basically asking Garou to have impromptu race competition against him. Seems like got an energy boost from Fighting Spirit, Badd immediately start running towards their home leaving his boyfriend behind. Garou just smiling amusedly before joined running to catch up to his lover in a race.
 Badd was very grateful for everything that happened to him today. This is his BEST BIRTHDAY EVER!!
  -THE END-
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 EPILOGUE
 The next day, so many weekly heroes magazines or fashion magazines begin to publishing Monster Badd's beautiful pictures. From the photo collections, pin-ups, posters, magazine covers, or even as aesthetic photographs using his famous Birthday documentation that has been made from yesterday. The one with flower petals is the most favorite.
 Those are really loved by people, all of them. It also indirectly helped raising Badd's popularity as an S-Class hero among civillians and fellow heroes. Badd was so happy, because it seems everyone was accepting his monsterous (or angelic) form completely by now. No more ill-judgement towards him, only enthusiastic acceptance.
 Of course Garou enjoyed this trends as well. He proceed to hoard all of newest "Angel Monster" Metal Bat merchandises and premium edition of Monster Badd photo collections in their bedroom. Badd wasn't sure if he should feels flattered, happy, proud, exasperated, flustered, or embarrassed.
 While Badd still blushing hard by Garou's antics, Garou hugged Badd from behind, keeping his adorable lover in his strong arms. He whispered,
 "Don't worry babe, I just wanted to support you. Beside, I already got the best one that nobody else have: YOU. You're my beloved Angel... and I'm so lucky to have you in my life. Thank you Badd, for being the most beautiful monster, most amazing Angel for my own Demon".
 Badd smiled happily in respond, he turned his head a bit to catch Garou's lips in a heartful kiss.
 "You're welcome, Demon-boy", he answered as Garou tightening their loving embrace.
  -TRUE HAPPY END-
  😈💙❤😇🌸🌸🎂🎁🎉🎊
 Notes:
 If there’s anyone who still haven’t know about the origin of this AU, these are the illustrations for Angel Monster Badd, drawn by @the-goddessfighter, which are used for the story (he looks so beautiful in these drawings, tysm Temperans-sama! 💖):
 •https://the-goddessfighter.tumblr.com/post/625111244297453568/ (Badd's monster form concept art)
•https://the-goddessfighter.tumblr.com/post/626035692265488384/ (NSFW! with Demon Monster Garou)
 So, this idea was created when I was thinking about,
"What if Angel Monster Badd smiling sweetly for Demon Monster Garou with tiny flower petals decorating his hair, his body and his six-wings while surrounded by colourful flower field?".
 I really wanted to see him like that, the imagery seems beautiful in my imagination. So soft, so pretty, so majestic...
I know Badd is already a very beautiful man, but his Seraphim-like monster form, especially his angelic feature combined with tiny flowery decoration... While giving his special smile for his lover..
I'M MELTING FROM THE SWEETNESS 😳💕💖😇🌸🌺🌼🌷🌹
 If there's someone willing to make an illustration for this particular image, or just any scene from this story, I will be forever grateful for that! 😳😍👍💖✨
Pleaaseee make this happen aaaa-- 😣💦😭🙏💝
 I hope you like it, Temperans-sama! Just think of it as my birthday cake treat for you, please enjoy it 😉🎂🍰💝
Also, this is my grateful gift after you gave me the MAJESTIC Monster Demon&Angel Batarou (the HOLY F*CK™ art 😋👍😈👉👌💦🔥💕💖😇) on last month, thank you so muuuch I LOVE IT! 😘💋❤💜💙💖💝💐
 On the other hand, although my writing skill is very far from being decent or enjoyable (actually I don't have that talent whatsoever I'm just trying to scribble down a bunch of random headcanons, lol), I still want to share happiness by sharing it to everyone in the fandom!
Because this year I can celebrate my birthday with Batarou fandom. I love you guys! 😚💕
 Thank you so much for accepting me in the fandom *bows deeply* 😭🙏🙇💕💖
   Temperans_ First: this is beautiful by any measure, second: this must be the most passive-aggressive media stalking ever. They were lucky they were just doing sweet things. And if the temperature rises, doing what we already know in the field of flowers???? OMG what would they have put on the screens? I want to think that they "respectfully" would have left them alone. Anyway, this gave me a lot of encouragement to start classes again tomorrow. I am so grateful that you took a whole month to prepare for this. You are a valuable member of the fondom and no one can deny it.
 Dedicated for:
@the-goddessfighter, @beautifulnightmareus, @kaincuro, @metalbatandzenko , @guby1620, @irisvseyelash, @jusqu-une-etudiante, @garous-nipple, @charmehs, @aforrestofstuff, @dies-first, @personne-tmblr, @mythic-blood, @justin-peudeau, @nancchan, @no1deahowthiswork, @freedomaboveallelse, @rayadraws, @guppys-paw, @mydearmagnoliamay
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Gonna put this under the cut cause I know some of yall wanna get to some other writings or something + these can get super long with all the gaps
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Huge on aftercare, legit anything and everything, will make a whole meal or order food if you want it, expect late night after sex snacks. Water and drinks are a must and so is a bath or a shower. After sex massages if he went a bit too rough.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Likes his back and knows that you like it too, legit an athletic and competitive swimmer at one time so we all know his back is legit g o d l y. Likes your lips, seeing them so sweetly wrapped around him or just kissing them.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Likes releasing in you if you’re okay with it, really just makes him feel more connected to you, is okay doing it on your stomach or back but would prefer somehow inside you, even if that is just in your mouth
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Wants one of the members to join and wants to “teach them” how to pleasure a woman, isn’t into really seeing someone else fuck you but is more into showing you that he knows your body better than anyone else and even better than yourself
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
I can see him having a few partners before this but def not more than like 2 and maybe 3 but only got as far as foreplay with one of them. I don’t see him as like super experienced but def isn’t a virgin
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
All depends what space he is in, he is a switch leaning dom but when he is super stressed he either wants you to soft dom him or him hard dom you. If he is in hard dom space expect your face in the mattress and your ass in the air while he fucks you, soft dom is missionary or any way that he can see your face, and if you soft dom him he wants you on top if you’re willing and of course if you’re hard dom you get to choose
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Honestly only laughs when its almost an evil laugh “oh come on baby, I know you can take more than this. You’re my little whore, don’t act all innocent now” with a slight chuckle, never laughing or making jokes during sex but he is never overly serious
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
A bit long but not wild, trims every so often and only fixes it up when it is uncomfortable or it seems too unruly 
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Loves being romantic and is even super intimate when one of you is in a hard dom space, somehow you are always holding hands before you finish and always kisses you before he releases
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Honestly a bit more than some would think, he is alone in his studio a lot and is not afraid to do it there if it is the only time to do it by himself. 3-5 times a week. No less than 2 but no more than like 5 a week.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Legit just ask him and I’m sure he’ll find a new kink from whatever it is you want to try. I’m talking like spanking, overstim, edging, cuffs, blindfolds, legit anything except maybe like.... Machines?? If that makes sense. Isn’t into cock cages and def wouldn’t use any types of pumps
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Anywhere except someone else's room or bed. Will and has taken you anywhere other than that lol
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Sitting in his lap and acting like his little baby (not age play) he will feel that you’re dependent on him and it gets him going. If you are dom in this aspect then you just babying him and letting him relax fully and give up all control gets him there
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Doesn’t do anything to make you cry, never too rough to do it either. If he even feels like you’re about to cry he will stop because it scares him
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Likes both almost equally, but likes receiving just a tiny tiny bit more mainly because he likes the way your lips wrap around him and the view of you on your knees or below him, look at him through your eyelashes and oooooo he is putty in your hands
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Honestly just depends, idk how else to explain it
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He likes taking his time so if he doesn’t have to he wont, if you want to he is down though but sometimes he just really cant. 
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He likes experimenting but anything that would seem like it would cause pain or bruising he wouldn’t want to do. Just ask him and establish a safe word and he is okay with trying it
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Can go as many rounds as he and you want. Honestly tries to do destroy dick december like every year but fails on like day 10
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Likes them, honestly you guys use some type of toy every time even if it something small like cuffs or a blind fold all the way to like nipple clamps and paddles
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
A HUGE TEASE. Although some don’t see him as a tease he gets in some moods were he just wants to see you beg him to fuck you and trust me he can get you to do it.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He is a grunter and a groaner but sometimes whines. I see him with heavy breathing and panting and maybe a light grunt here and there but def groans
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Honestly loves being edged when he is in sub space, likes begging you and knowing that his release is in your hands
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) 
A little above average, like 6-7.5in with a decent width, def gives you a stretch but doesn't have like a monster cock lol
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Pretty high sex drive even if he is super tired, most of the time you guys have sex at least 3 times a week and sometimes you go daily.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Takes a while for him to fall asleep, one of those people who gets “post release clarity” and will legit work after sex because its almost like “shower thoughts” also loves pillow talk after about your future, so he doesn’t go to sleep right away but no more than an hour to an hour and a half passes before he sleeps
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sakurasangcl · 5 years ago
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Come Back
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Pairing: werewolf!Jaehyun x reader
Word Count: 2.3k 
Warning: sexual harassment, possible rape (didn’t happen: Y/N wakes up in Jaehyun’s shirt in his bed)
Moonlight Symphony Masterlist
On the Friday after your 21st birthday, you and your friends went out to celebrate. You went to a dancing club to drink and have fun. Unfortunately for you, hindsight is 20/20. You should have eaten more and better food, as well as made sure to keep a (sober) friend with you at all times. Regretting things can't change the past, and you know this well. 
After one drink, you were a little tipsy. After two, you were drunk. Your vision wasn't too blurry, but everything was hilarious. A few drinks later and you couldn't quite walk straight and your words were a little slurred. 
"Hey," you tell your nearest friend. "I'm gonna go outside for some fresh air." 
And you do just that. Your heels click on the scuffed up wooden floor as you opened the door and took in the night breeze. 
You didn't notice the men who followed you outside until the spoke up. 
"Hey girl, what's your name?" One of them asked. 
"Y/n," you absentmindedly say.
"That's a sexy name. Did you come here by yourself?" A different one spoke. 
"Nope." You respond, popping the ‘p.’ 
If you weren't so drunk, you would have noticed the anxious looks they tossed around. 
"Do you want to come home with me?" One of them boldly asked, resting his hand on your hip. "I doubt who you came with would mind. I'll treat you well." 
"Any of us-" the second guy started.
"Or all of us," someone else interrupted. 
"Would treat you well," He finished.
You weakly shake your head no and turn to head inside. However, the one gripping your waist held you still. 
"Come on baby, why so prude, hmm? I'll make you feel real good, promise." He says, rubbing circles with his thumbs. 
Suddenly a rather muscular, attractive man appears. He growls and pulls you into him, and you swear he calls you his girlfriend. But before you can figure anything out, you pass out. 
When you wake up in the morning, the night before is a blur. You immediately notice that you're not in your own room, nor in that if a friend's. You look around and see the most attractive man in bed next to you. He's deeply asleep, and has the body of Michelangelo's statue of David, but better. 
A thrill of fear runs through you as you sit up to get out of bed and you're wearing just a shirt that definitely wasn't yours, considering that it was too big on you. 
Did we have sex last night? You cant… you cant properly consent when you're drunk… Did we at least use a condom? Shouldn't I be a little sore?
You had many unanswered questions as you quietly gather your things, hoping not to disturb the sleeping man. You quickly change back into your clothes, leaving his shirt on the floor. 
When you leave his room, you find yourself in a house full of boys. You turn red and keep your head down, feeling horrid. They look at you, surprised. One of them tries to say something to you, but you quickly leave before the chance is given. 
It makes sense why they're called the walk of shame…
You make it outside and find out that you really aren't in the city anymore. So, you call an uber and make it home. 
You don't talk to any of your friends about what happened… nor does it really seem like they know or remember themselves. Of course, most of them drank a lot, thought someone else took you home, or thought you went home with someone. One of your friends saw you leave with a hot, muscular guy. 
You didn't say much to anyone after that, and the same friend that saw you leave with the guy you woke up with, Yeri, was afraid that you were falling into a depressive episode. Because of who she was, you couldn't avoid her forever.
Yeri ended up showing up at your work right when you were leaving. She grabbed your arm with her surprisingly strong grip, and starts guiding you to a nearby coffee shop.
"I know you're stressed and going through a lot, so we are getting coffee and talking. And I know you have some extra spending cash because you house sat the other week." Yeri began, guiding you to the line. 
The intoxicating smell of coffee calms you for the time being, letting you relax a little. 
"You know you can tell me anything, right?" She softly asks you, moving up in line. 
"I know," you murmur, looking up at the menu. "But I just don't always know the words for what I need to say." It was then that you notice one of the baristas is extremely familiar. Your eyes widen in surprise and you look away blushing. It was the hot guy you woke up next to. 
"Earth to y/n, earth to y/n. Is everything okay?" Yeri asks, concerned. 
You gulp and nod as you realize your next in line, and he is the one taking orders. 
You shyly step up and order a green tea latte, not meeting his eyes. "What's your name?" He asks, and it sounds more like him being genuine than just needing to write it down on the cup.
"Y/n," you tell him, glancing up at his handsome face. 
He then asks you to spell your name and you do, glancing at his nametag that said 'Jaehyun.' He smiles brightly, dimples showing. "Alright. Thank you y/n. I can help who is next in line."
You stay rooted in your spot, your eyebrows knitting together. You hadn't paid for your drinks. You were about to say something when he adds, "Don't worry about it. It's my treat, okay?" 
You mutely nod and go wait for your drink and Yeri, dazed. 
A younger man calls your name, and he smiles at you as you take your drink. On it is numbers  you make it out to be a phone number. You look quizzically at the guy who gave you your drink, and he grins and points to the mysterious hottie, Jaehyun. You nod slightly and head to Yeri's side, going and sitting at a table. 
You two start conversing, and she pries you and gets you talking some. Eventually, she brought up the inevitable.
"So the barista. The one who wrote their number on your cup. He's the one you went home with." Yeri says, looking at him suspiciously. 
"Yeah, apparently…" you admit, not denying what must have happened.
"Do you not remember?" She asks, suddenly worried. "If he drugged you I don't care how big he is. I will fight him."
You shake your head no. "I was just drunk. Besides, I'm sure plenty of girls are head over heels for him and he's super hot. He could easily get laid if he wanted to."
"You're not wrong. But still, you did end up with him. That's suspicious." 
"I suppose he must have just changed me… that's why I thought we did something. My period came and went, so everything is fine that way. But I really don't know…"
"Wait, like he changed your clothes?" 
"Well, yeah…" 
"What the fuck?! No. So not okay," she says, standing up and about to march over to yell at him. 
"Please don't, Yeri. I'm as confused as you," You softly beg. 
"Fine, but I'm asking Joohyun if she knows him. But judging by his age.. I'll ask Sooyoung instead. If anyone knows anything, its her," Yeri derisively responds. She then sends a quick text before giving you her full attention. "Do you want to go over what you remember? I'm pretty sure Soyeon said she saw you leave with a guy… that's why I wasn't worried. But honestly, knowing you, I should have been. I feel bad I wasn't more cautious over you. I was too busy being the mom friend for everyone else. I hate being the mom friend," Yeri grumbles. 
You can't help but laugh at her rant, as it was true. No one liked taking the role of the mom friend when everyone was drinking. Yeri was just stuck with it as the designated driver. 
"I just… the last thing I remember was going outside for air. My head got clouded and there were some guys… then one guy, probably…" you gesture to Jaehyun, "since I woke up in his bed… called me his girlfriend. That's all I remember besides waking up. I made the walk of shame! I hated it!" You admit, glancing around to make sure no one heard you. 
When Yeri's phone buzzes, she reads the notification. "Sooyoung says he's a good guy, and really not interested in most girls... Maybe you're his perfect type? Okay, she said he isn't a player and is both overly confident and awkward as hell around girls. It varies. She also says he's not the kind to do the deed when drunk." 
"Did you tell her what I said?" You demand of your best friend, upset and turning red.
"Kind of? I asked about him and if he was a player especially around drunk people. She's not that thick headed to not know what happened at the party," Yeri explains.
Your shoulders slump in defeat and you nod, knowing Yeri was right. However, Sooyoung's response left you with more questions than before. 
"I can't- I don't know-" you try to let Yeri understand your frustration. You want to know the answers as to what happened, but at the same time, you're afraid of what they could be. You let out a heavy sigh as you formulate a proper sentence. "I want to know but I'm also afraid to find the truth," you tell her, fear clawing at your stomach. 
"I totally understand that. But wouldn't it be nice if nothing happened and it's just a misunderstanding?" Yeri suggests gently. "I mean, there's no harm in at least texting him. He obviously remembers you. Maybe he just wants to clear the air." 
You know Yeri doesn't mean to pressure you in a negative way, and she always seems to have your best interest in mind. This time… well, it feels different. You're torn between giving this man a bit of trust or doing your best to never see him again. You can't differentiate what your stomach is telling you or your head. You were completely conflicted. 
You start to feel overwhelmed, and your brain goes to autopilot. You listen to what Yeri said and type out a message to Jaehyun, that read: 
Hi. This is Y/N.
You know he wont reply right away since he is working, but you try to ignore the impulsivity of what you did and do your best not to regret it. 
"Well there's that…" you mumble, setting your phone on the table.
Less than a minute later, your phone buzzes anyways. 
Hey Y/N! Sorry, my coworker put my number on your cup… My name is Jaehyun, by the way. I’m sorry things ended up like this.
Would you maybe like to meet sometime so I can try to explain?
“What do you think I should do, Yeri?” you ask, showing her your phone and trying not to cry. 
“Give it to me. I’ll have Seulgi go with you. Does that sound good? You know how intimidating she can be when she wants, you know?” Yeri gently says, typing a response. “I have your back. We all do.” 
You nod and help Yeri figure out the logistics. Jaehyun isn’t even bothered by you asking to bring a friend. 
When you finally did agree to meet Jaehyun in person, you wore simple clothes. You had Yeri with you, and she was being very protective and careful with you. 
Jaehyun felt a pang in his heart, because he knew he messed up. He should have left you in his bed without him, but he couldn’t leave you. Not when you smelt like them. Looking at you with Yeri by your side, he could scent your fear and unease. He smiled sweetly at the two of you, and greeted you both. You were outside on campus, sitting at one of the tables outside. 
“Y/N, there’s a lot I need to explain to you,” he gently begins, glancing at Yeri. 
She smiled slightly, because she knew something you didn’t. 
“Okay?” you respond, looking to Yeri. She nods, so you look back at Jaehyun.
He smiles once more, and it’s contagious. You stop yourself from smiling, only because you were too anxious. 
“So,” Jaehyung begins. “First and foremost. You passed out drunk and I didn’t know what to do. So I took you home because I didn’t want those pervs touching you. My friend’s mate-uh, girlfriend, changed you into my shirt when she saw you, as she figured it wouldn’t have been comfortable. I stayed with you because I didn’t want you getting sick and throwing up and choking. I slept shirtless, but I was wearing pants. I swear. And you were the one who cuddled up to me in your sleep, so that just kind of happened on its own.” 
You stare at him blankly, taking in his words and judging the honesty behind them. 
“So you didn’t rape her?” Yeri asks for you, gently giving your hand a squeeze. 
If it weren’t crazy, you would have sworn his eyes flashed red. 
“I didn’t lay a finger on her like that. I would never harm her.” Jaehyun says, and you feel the sincerity in his words. “I’d rather hurt myself.” 
You give him a sideways glance, confused as to why he felt so strongly for you. He was being extremely altruistic, and it surprises you.
“Do you say that to every girl?” you ask. 
He shakes his head, looking away bashfully. “No,” he admits. “But, if you don’t mind, I’d really like to start over with you. You’re… well, you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. And you must be a wonderful person since you willingly met with me after that misunderstanding.” 
Before Yeri can stop you, or before you can even fully process what you say, you respond. “Yes, I’d like that.” 
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houseki-no-suffering · 5 years ago
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so since your the almighty one everyone comes to to theorize things i'm here with somethin of curiosity. i've seen people before mention that if cinnabar went with phos or was least involved in all of this none of this whole disaster would've happen. your thoughts? and how right or wrong do ya think this assumption is? ljksfljksf just curious lol.
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thanks for the trust, im just a nerd with a blog.
Talking if’s and but’s is fun for speculation’s sake but take whatever im about to say with a few grains of salt because these are just farfetched hypothesis. also sorry this came out super long, im very verbose when it comes to shinsha
I’ve touched on the subject of Shinsha going to the moon with Phos a few times (like here), but I think its important to determine when, exactly, Shinsha would come with Phos.
Are we speaking of a completely different timeline, one where Phos asked Shinsha to become their partner since the very beginning? If that’s the case, I cant really see Phos becoming interested in finding the truth about Sensei or the lunarians and the two would keep on being good friends until one of them was abducted or someone else decided to embark on a journey to unveil the truth.
Are we speaking of a timeline where Shinsha accepts to go to the moon in chapter 52? That’s a tricky one because Cinnabar had pretty strong reasons to refuse to go. Maybe im just very paranoid about characterization, even if this is not fanfic, but it would be very out of character of them to come with Phos and put aside their pride for the umpteenth time, after Phos used them and brushed them off over and over during the years.
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I think that the reason why people say that if Cinnabar went with Phos this whole disaster (the rift btw moon and earth gems, the night raid and Phos becoming a war criminal) wouldn’t have happened is because Cinnabar has always been good at channeling Phos’ chaos. 
What Cinnabar brought to Phos’ personality was direction, caution and insight. It is not by chance that, the second Phos could no longer rely on Shinsha for counsel, things rapidly escalated toward madness.
The last of Phos and Cinnabar’s conversations happens in chapter 61, way too late to mend things: Phos should have talked with cinnabar sooner, but under Lapis’ influence and crescent grief they were growing colder and more impatient and they never understood Cinnabar enough to know that Shinsha was truly interested in helping them. Phos hurt Cinnabar for the last time in chapter 52, proving Cinnabar once more that they were not the right person to help Cinnabar and that Shinsha’s trust had been misplaced. Their last conversation, in chapter 61, can be nothing else than a disaster.
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I’ve written a whole meta on how Shinsha was about to shake Phos’ outstretched hand. If Phos didn’t take back their offer, Shinsha would have come with them to the moon. 
To mend things and have Shinsha come with Phos, then, we’d have to change an important line of dialogue like the one where phos takes back their offer (“can we go together?… or so I’d like to say”) and/or when phos pretends not to hear shinsha when cinnabar asks them to please not go. 
we gotta make it so that either shinsha swallows their pride and explains things to phos, or phos doesnt pretend they didnt hear them.
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Now, I’ll give myself and other Shinsha stans out there a moment to contemplate the fact that we were robbed of Shinsha in lunarian clothes, as well as the fact that we were robbed of the amazing and heartfelt dialogue that would have followed phos hearing cinnabar’s plea and listening to them. This manga is so cruel, truly. 
With Shinsha on Phos’ side, im gonna explore two possible scenarios among dozens that might have happened:
Canon divergence 1:
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Shinsha and Phos go to the moon alone following that alternative dialogue in chapter 52. This means that the first time phos goes to the moon, cinnabar is with them.
for this plan to work, phos probably doesnt need cairn’s complicity. i imagined cinnabar and phos could be abducted in a scene reminiscing of chapter 2, when they first meet and cinnabar saves phos.  
on the moon, phos is not alone to face the truth of the dusted gems, they’re not alone to listen to aechmea’s explanations and lies and they’re not alone bargaining with aechmea. cinnabar is shrewd and attentive, patient, smart, and they always advised phos well. add to this the fact that, since they agreed on coming to the moon together, these two dumbasses finally made a few steps toward proper communication.
as the power team ive always known they can be, shinsha and phos balance each other pretty well. i can see shinsha convincing phos to stay on the moon longer to learn more about the truth (phos only stayed 2 months the first time). Assuming that Shinsha doesn’t accept (pls don’t accept) to have someone suppress their poison (assuming its something the lunarians can do), their mercury is a pretty strong weapon and it could give them some bargaining power over the moon people. 
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also im not sure how the pearl eye thing would work: to control them effectively, aechmea would need to implant a spy on both shinsha and phos, but would he be afraid of their mercury? after all it’s something even lunarians have “a hard time” healing padpa from after the night raid. so let’s give divergence!Shinsha self-confidence points for finding out their mercury is cool and good.   
now things start to become really different from canon. shinsha is considered reliable by the earth gems, so with two gems rather than only phos to advocate for the moon people’s cause, the earth gems might be more prone to believe them and phos might not need to pull off their rebellion thing.
which means no rift between moon and earth gems, which means no cairnmea arc, no night raid, no nearly-dead padpa and no to at least a dozen new emotional traumas for our phos.
i wish i could be more precise than this, but at this point the story could develop in so many directions that i’d leave it to your own imagination. my biggest point of concern is phos becoming human. if they dont acquire the pearl eye they wont be human enough to activate sensei and that would be a huge problem.
Canon divergence 2:
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Shinsha follows Phos to the moon the second time Phos goes(chapter 62). this makes less sense character-wise, but I’m gonna explore this option anyway because it allows me to include other gems as well.
Cinnabar’s judgment is trusted, they’re smart. If Shinsha decided to come, other gems might follow their example, like Rutile. Rutile wanted to go and they’re friends with Cinnabar. They might gloss over their attempt to ask for Sensei’s permission if Shinsha guarantees for Phos’ plan. However, if Rutile comes, Padparadscha will stay on earth (as Rutile says in chapter 62). Even if Padpa came to the moon, they would be under Rutile’s influence and/or they’d have to take Rutile’s feelings into account. It’s possible that they would have less room to operate freely.
If Padpa and Rutile come, a lot of other gems could follow. To the point it would be hard to keep the escape a secret. The rift between moon and earth gems could run deeper than in Canon: worst case scenario there could be a fight between the two groups, best case scenario the two groups talk it out and some gems decide to trust Phos while others stay on earth. Cairn is a wild card whose behavior im not entirely sure about. Its possible that they would simply not follow Phos if Phos already had a partner with them (Shinsha) and we’d be spared the whole cairnmea arc and if that’s not something worth celebrating I don’t know what is.
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Once again, if Shinsha is with Phos, they’ll push Phos to think before they act. They could help Phos strengthen their position as leader and use their mercury to give the gems some bargaining power over the moon people. I can see Shinsha acting a little like Amethyst 84: interested in the moon, maybe more wary, cold, objective…
The night raid would not necessarily be the failure it was. Shinsha would be on Phos’ side and spare Phos the emotional trauma they woke up to in chapter 72, when they realized that Cinnabar, the one person they thought a friend, attacked them. With Phos and Padpa’s strength, numbers and Shinsha’s mercury on their side, the moon gems would win. Earth and moon gems could finally talk and solve the problem.
The question is whether Phos was human enough during the night raid. If they asked Sensei to pray, would he activate already? Otherwise, everyone’s efforts would be in vain and the earth gems could assume the others lied or maybe aechmea could decide to turn everyone to dust and implement yet another plan.
soooo to sum this up: yeah, i do think that if cinnabar came with phos a lot of drama could have been avoided. maybe not all of it, maybe new drama would have ensued, but that’s life. still, it would have been very out of character both for phos and for cinnabar to go together to the moon. and ichikawa would never give up the cairnmea arc.
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the-gemini-cores · 5 years ago
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Blue Sky Analysis (Wheatley Redemption and Sky Motif)
Let me start off by saying:
The summer solstice took place during the week of Blue Sky.
In Chapter 1 of Blue Sky is the following quote:
“It was a spring morning, just before dawn, fresh and mild.” 
Later on, Waffles wrote a short story in response to one of @oodlesodoodles​ drawings of Eaden’s journey back from Aperture. You can read it here.
She wrote the following:
“Most of the town settled down to sleep in the long grass by the road, wrapped in the thin blankets they’d gathered from the Relaxation Units, thankful for the warm breezy summer night.”
Kind of interesting, no? For the start of Blue Sky it’s spring, and not long after Chapter 15 it’s summer.
So, in the U.S…
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So it definitely took place near the end of June for that year. Ironically, the turning from spring into summer is called “midsummer,” as it’s when the summer solstice occurs.
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(As said above, these are specific to 2020 - the solstice’s average date is the 21st. Although we can’t be certain of the exact dates in Blue Sky, the change in seasons clearly demonstrates a solstice was present.)
I’m not sure if the turn into summer was written intentionally, but I like to think that it was for purposes of symbolism. 
Cue the analysis!!
The summer solstice is when the sun reaches its highest point. In Waffles’ writing, Wheatley has likened both GLaDOS and Chell to the sun:
“Then there was the sun…up here in space without the protection of all that white wispy stuff around the Earth it was an intense, cold-yellow glare…Harsh, pitiless, and unblinking; it reminded him too much of Her.” (Chapter 1)
“Her whole face came alive when she laughed; not in a scary brilliant, born-puzzle-solver-and-stuff-breaker sort of way, no, this was a different thing altogether. It was like sunlight in the facility, like suddenly seeing a patch of bright blue sky clear through a gap in the cage of panels and realizing you were much, much closer to it than you’d thought.” (Chapter 6)
So, what’s the connection? Why are they each compared to the sun? 
Well, I think it’s safe to say at this point in his story that Wheatley sees both GLaDOS and Chell as powerful, near-infallible figures that would/could definitely crush him if he made a wrong move. They are constant, immovable, major influencers who play at odds but on a similar field. 
Take GLaDOS, for instance. Wheatley is quite obviously fearful of Her and what She can do to him, which is consistently portrayed through his dialogue in-game when he’s not attached to the chassis. In Blue Sky, his fear appears from the moment Her voice is heard while falling to earth-
“That Voice. The dread of it- the dread of Her- was hard-coded into his artificial heart-roots…his emotional processor found room for another sour jerk of sick fear.” (Chapter 1)
-and amplifies as She holds him captive. Even after Chell rescues him and he is far from Aperture, Wheatley has trouble just talking about Her to Aaron on Chell’s behalf in Chapter 5. As if uttering Her being is wont to get one into trouble…In a way, it’s almost like fearing “God”, as GLaDOS is referred to in Chapter 1. And She sort of is, with the power She holds over the subjects and cores in that facility, and also the inferiority complex She’s contributed with dragging Wheatley into.
“‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry!’ ‘Oh, I believe you.’ More jointed arms folded around him from below, their connectors finding the docking ports on his sides, locking him firmly into their grip. ‘I just don’t care. This isn’t about revenge, metal ball. We both know you are a pointless, insignificant little moron who has never done anything right.’” (Chapter 1) 
Basically, Wheatley does not feel that he is on a level playing field with GLaDOS. Instead, he is taught to tread lightly around Her because She constantly exercises Her power over him, making him feel so much smaller.
The case is not entirely different with how Wheatley perceives Chell. Granted, it is a LOT different - Wheatley trusts Chell and eventually comes to realize how she genuinely wants to help him grow - but until he gets to learn her better, Wheatley views her by what he knows: Chell is an incredible test subject who has a knack for taking down power-mad AIs. Wheatley may not see himself on GLaDOS’ level, but he does see Chell there. And until he can better understand her motives, Wheatley perceives Chell, like GLaDOS, as a force that best not be messed with.
“Just speaking about the facility, about Her, hearing his own voice shakily describing everything he’d tried so hard to escape was nearly as bad as actually being back there. He wanted to stop, but he simply didn’t have the nerve- not while she was still glaring at him like that, as if daring him to make another objection.” (Chapter 5)
She can command him with a look and anchor him by just being there. In a way, Chell terrifies Wheatley, as described in the aforementioned quote that conveyed her “scary brilliant, born-puzzle-solver-and-stuff-breaker sort of” look. It’s also illustrated in how Wheatley thinks of Chell as a kind of superhuman.
“You’re not afraid of anything!’ She looked up, sharply. She might have suspected mockery, or even flattery, but Wheatley hadn’t intended either- hadn’t intended anything, other than a plain, admiring statement of fact- and it showed.” (Chapter 6)
What I’m getting at is Wheatley sees both GLaDOS and Chell almost as superior to him. Like they’re on a whole other level that he can’t quite reach - huge, celestial, god-like stars. He’d tried making his way to that level once, in the chassis, but he couldn’t handle it, and that truth resonates with him now as it did in space. He couldn’t manage the position of power that GLaDOS occupies and, in his eyes, Wheatley couldn’t stand up to GLaDOS like Chell could.
“‘Chell here is the only human that ever managed to get one over Her, and she only managed it because- because- I-I don’t actually even know how she managed it, to be honest, but it probably involved a lot of explosions. (Chapter 5)
Clearly a reference to how Chell had freed Wheatley from GLaDOS, when he was completely helpless and relied on her nearly the whole way through. He thinks of Chell as objectively capable.
Wheatley has worked himself into the idea that he is incompetent and relatively inferior to these two characters - that he’s designed to be a moron, that he can only come up with terrible ideas and there’s nothing he can do to counter that.
Until he proves himself.
You see, the sun is used to describe GLaDOS and Chell when it’s being told through Wheatley’s eyes. But when the omniscient narrator is speaking, the sun reflects Wheatley on multiple occasions, suggesting that he has the potential to join these two. 
“By the time the sun had made its first uncertain, deep-orange-red appearance over the horizon, a small crowd of curious people had gathered…Wheatley swallowed. His enthusiasm had lasted right up until the moment when he’d realized exactly what Garret wanted him to do, at which point it had evaporated like sodium dropped into water, leaving stark terror in its place.” (Chapter 10) 
Here, Wheatley is met with a task, a challenge that dangles over his head. And as we know, this is the day when Wheatley takes that first major step into his own. The day he gets Foxglove working, takes a chance with everyone watching, and he succeeds. He receives praise-
“Their overwhelming unconditional approval was very nearly too much for him to process, and for a choked, confused moment he found himself really wishing he could take his glasses off properly.” (Chapter 10)
Wheatley is validated not only by the masses, by faceless figures who he might see as on his level, but also by people he perceives as being greater than he, including Chell and Aaron.
“It was a look just for him, warm and open and a little wry and simply- proud.” (Chapter 10) 
“Wheatley, who found it very hard to believe that a look like that from somebody In Charge could possibly be aimed at him, found it as staggering as it was unmistakable. Good job.” (Chapter 10)
Wheatley isn’t used to being nodded at from the higher-ups. He doesn’t expect such treatment from them, and yet they give it. This is a glimpse into what could be, if Wheatley continues to make steps in the right direction.
But things go awry that night. The townspeople get captured, and Chell goes off after them while Wheatley stays behind. For a very long time, he sits and laments in the dark, but then…
“It was nearly dawn.” (Chapter 13)
The sun returns. And that’s when he resolves to be brave.
Wheatley puts aside his fears and reservations, and he joins the effort, willing to sacrifice himself to keep these people safe. 
I like to believe that the summer solstice took place on the day Wheatley saved Eaden. 
I think it represents his ascension - profound if not permanent - in joining GLaDOS and Chell on their respective level, especially by his own perspective. Participating in the fight, becoming a real force to be reckoned with and handling his influence over GLaDOS and the facility. Doing something right. 
Once in Aperture, Wheatley is no longer submissive to GLaDOS, and he is taking initiative to be by Chell’s side, choosing to aid her at his own risk. He is redeeming himself, forging his way through the panels and clouds and establishing his path into that bright blue sky, of which his residence will be permanent.
If we continue with the sky motif, we understand that it was Chell who showed him the path to redemption - the blue sky - despite his inhibitions brought about by Aperture:
“It was like sunlight in the facility, like suddenly seeing a patch of bright blue sky clear through a gap in the cage of panels and realizing you were much, much closer to it than you’d thought.” 
And beyond the fears drilled into his head because of what the scientists had done, the idea that he’s not good enough, that he can only come up with terrible ideas and can never escape that truth, there is fear of Her specifically. Upon returning to Earth and leaving Aperture, Wheatley had expected a newfound border to be drawn between him and GLaDOS, as seen by the skyline and cloud cover that he thought would shield him from Her glare. Yet he was wrong about how real these borders would be, whether meant for protection from Her vicinity or reaffirming their disparity.
“Then there was the sun…up here in space without the protection of all that white wispy stuff around the Earth it was an intense, cold-yellow glare.”
“…[T]he sun…During his time in space he’d guessed that the sunlight would be less intense down here beneath the blanket of the sky, but he’d been wrong. It was warmer, but no easier to bear.” (Chapter 4)
Atmosphere could be broken. Clouds could be pierced. On the day he overcomes his fears, the sky is cloud-covered before Foxglove sends Wheatley to Aperture and clearer after Eaden is brought to the surface. 
“The sky was brightening, but the day was dull and overcast.” (Chapter 13)
“Sunlight. She could feel it, warm on her face…saw a sliver of brightest blue, a hazy sunbeam falling directly across the buckled floor, through a shattered hole in the musty little window above her.” (Chapter 14)
Makes me wonder if, in this moment, Wheatley was the sunbeam through the shattered hole guiding Chell from Aperture once again, as he had 4 years ago, and just as she had been guiding him out of Aperture’s weight over the past week with her own sunlight through the panels.
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Okay. So:
The summer solstice occurred sometime over the week of Blue Sky, and I’d like to say it was the day Wheatley redeemed himself. Wheatley compares both GLaDOS and Chell to the sun, signifying how he sees them on a similar plane as major influencers. He manages to find ground with them by kicking his fears - the panels and skyline and cloud cover - in the teeth and making a place for himself in blue sky using the light that Chell provides for him, and that he gives in turn when the time comes.
Nice, very nice. Very fitting with Mr. Blue Sky’s lyrics as well. Now please excuse me while I go cry.
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jumoonjae · 5 years ago
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STAY // CHO SEUNGYOUN
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PAIRINGS: SEUNGYOUN X READER
GENRE: ANGST X FLUFF
WARNING: SMUT, CURSE WORDS
ENJOY...
Never once you doubted your alcohol tolerance in your life even if it comes to your saddest day. But last night was different. You met a stranger, an attractively hot stranger who was a good listener. He never cut your words, he never asks questions and you liked that so much about him. You poured your problems out and for the first time you think that its fine because you wont see him again right after that.
But you were wrong.
You wake up this morning heavy headed next to him cuddling your naked body with both of your hands still entangled to each others. But what surprise you the most was everything fits perfectly, every gap, every curves and every holes, he seems to fit in perfectly. His bare toned abs touches your back gives all the comfort and warmth that you haven’t felt in a long while. That almost cause you to melt to his every touch and you fight so hard not to caress his smooth hand with your thumb. You wanted to get up and leave but your eyes were too heavy and his body were too comfy and you love the way his warm breath tickles your nape.
“Just a little while.” You smiled then snuggled back into his warmth and drift back to slumber almost instantly. You swear you just fell back asleep when you felt your phone vibrate right next to you which you saw it was on the floor when you woke this morning. You squint your eyes to see the text. It was your secretary. You sat on the edge massaging your temple with the blanket still covering your chest.
“New producer presentation at 11am.” You read as you sat while looking back then around to look for the guy from last night but couldn’t see any sign of another life inside the spacious studio apartment so you assumed the he left for work when you saw the clock. Its almost 10 in the morning.
You brushed your long raven black hair back as you just remembered that you have a meeting in an hour because Seungwoo just hired a new producer to replace the last one that you just fired and you were pretty sure he made himself clear that he wanted you to be at the presentation so you can evaluate him yourself. Your project was closing to the deadline.
“If you fire this one on halfway again we’ll be dead.” Seungwoo’s voice keep ringing in your head. You replied your secretary text telling you’ll be there in an hour.
You saw your clothes neatly folded on the sofa and there’s a note, you walked to the sofa dragging the blanket which still covering your chest as if there’s anyone in the room. You read the note with a small smile.
‘Sorry I have an important meeting this morning. Just make yourself a home and I hope I can see you again. -CSY’ You didn’t know the simple note can make your heart flutter so bad that you couldn’t help but to smile. You decided just to shower at your own apartment and left after tidying the bed. You stare at the bed for the last time. You couldn’t remember much about the detail from last night but you pretty sure you had a great time.
“Thank you.” You whispers with a smile. Maybe a gratitude for being a good listener or for giving you the pleasant sore between your legs.
The sound of your heels dominated the hallway as you make your way to the conference room only few minutes late followed by your secretary who was explaining your schedule for next week while you were checking your email on your phone. You enter the room without looking up because you already know who will be there with you, or you just don’t even care to see the person’s face. You nod when they greet you, still busy with your emails. As you take your seat on the end of the long conference desk.
“You’re late.” Seungwoo greets you in a monotone.
“Good morning too Seungwoo. Mina lets start.” You waved your hand and she hands you a portfolio.
“This is the new music producer for the ongoing project. Mr Cho Seungyoun.” She announce then took a step back. You raise your head to greet the said guy but you froze when the familiar smile greets you. Porcelain skin, cute button nose and that adorable dimple on both side of his cheeks whenever he smiles. It was the guy from last night. He bowed a little and you nodded still in shock but you manage to cover it up thanks to Seungwoo who starts to asks few question about his background.
You swear the presentation was the longest one you had ever attend and you almost broke a cold sweat every time your eyes met his. Maybe because everytime both of your eyes met, the memories from last night came back clearer. His deep delicious kiss, his gentle touch, you suddenly recall it all, and his tattoos. You can’t deny man with tattoo are ten times hotter than the one with none. You remember the one on his lower right abs which you admire so much last night. You started to play with the hem of your pencil skirt under the desk out of habits everytime you were nervous when the image of you went down on him and your lips stop right on the gun tattoo and made out with it before giving him a long blow job that you never knew you were so good at. You pinch the bridge of your nose harder and pretend to look at his portfolio when the memories of his handsome face getting it from you were getting clearer. Boy did that image just turn you on again.
“Are you okay? You seems to be out of place this morning.” Seungwoo asked when you both walked to your office followed by Seungyoun and Mina who was showing the office to him. You nod just to prevent him from asking anymore question because your head still spinning and your hangover was still there.
“Where did you go last night? We were waiting for you all night. Yohan wanted to say goodbye but he couldn’t wait for you because his flight was this morning. Did you call him?” There’s that name. The one that cause your emotion to chaos for the first time last night. But blaming him wasn’t going to change anything and it was your fault because you turned down his confession. But started to develop feeling for him right after which is already too late because he found someone else.
“I was hanging at the bar with someone last night. I couldn’t come and I should’ve have told you earlier. Sorry.” It wasn’t entirely an excuse, you were alone playing dart at your favorite bar and someone who playing next to you was playing poorly so your tipsy mind decided to challenge him for fun at first before he suddenly became so competitive and beat you almost at every round. So you end up offered yourself to pay for his drink which leads to long random talks, he insist to pay the drink instead, you don’t remember much and then you wake up on his bed. But somehow you were glad that he help you distract your mind from Yohan for a while.
You entered your office leaving Seungwoo and Seungyoun who was making their way to the studio. You were so nervous being around him so you didn’t even spare him a glance afraid that anyone would notice anything. But the thing that you like about him was he did his presentation professionally without sending any signal or hinting anything that something had happen between both of you.
“He wont be here all the time because he prefer to work on his own studio and besides, he’s only working with us only for this project and that’s until the end of the year.” Seungwoo explained while you were eating your lunch together as usual.
He were your best friend since childhood and had been there for you since the death of your parents, and during your hard time when your late father’s sibling started to show up and claiming the company that your father had established alone since day 1 was theirs too and you know nothing about it because you were still young and had no sibling. You fell rock bottom when you thought they came to mourn with you, to help you stand during your father’s funeral. You were hurt because they were your only family left but they never cared about you. Long story short, they end up had no shares on the company and their name were never mentioned during the reading of your father’s trust and annuities. They’re still finding their way to take away the company until now. But you leave everything to your legal lawyer to handle.
Seungwoo was there for you and end up working together with you helping you run the company so he can keep an eye on you all the time. You were glad that he did, but at the same time you hate it because it gives you the idea that you aren’t capable of taking care of yourself.
Everything that happened in your life slowly turns you into a darker person. You started to talk less even to Seungwoo which worries him but you brush him away everytime he asks too much question. Even Yohan tried comforting you as he was working at the company even before you took over, so you both were quite close before you starting to develop feeling for him, but you end up pushing him away as well just because you don’t want to talk about the reason you are distancing. Its just that you think that no one will understand how hurt you are, how tired you are. You had to give up your everything for the sake of your father. Sometimes you hate him for leaving you right after your mom did. Sometimes you just miss being yourself again.
So you created a new you. An alter ego. Who would treat everyone as cold as ice, your aura screams respect every where you go. People even bow to your shadow and it appeal you. But the truth is, that was just to mask how weak and tired you are with the life you’re living in. everything was too dull for your liking. You don’t even smile much anymore even with Seungwoo.
“Do you always work till late night like this?” You almost stumbled on your heels when you saw Seungyoun standing right beside you at the taxi stand waking you up from your train of thoughts. You almost smiled upon seeing him before you but you didn’t.
You gave him only a nod. Adverting your focus back to the road you leaned your elbow on the rail again so you wont miss any taxi that passes by. You fight back your weak heart that screams to you asking you to look at his handsome face again. But your head wont let you. You only took your mask off when you’re at home.
“Sorry I saw you leaving so I decided to follow just to greet you.”
“Just to greet me?” You can’t help to think that how sweet his gesture was, then it take you back to the note he left you this morning. Maybe he just some guy that always sweet talk to girls just to make them sleep with him. Your heart and head really had some arguments going on right now and it makes you dizzy.
“Do you want to join me for dinner?” His voice make all the voices in you stops and you almost thank him. But you guess you head won.
“Why so sudden? I don’t even know you.”
“So did last night. But we’re doing just fine.” He chuckled and smiled at you showing his dimples again.
“It was just a one night thing.” You bit your lip for being too forward. It was weird that for the first time you were afraid to hurt him.
“I want to know you more. I’m not that kind of guy.” He walk closer to you closing the gap with his smiles that you’re pretty sure will be one of your favorite if he wont stop appearing in front of you.
“Thank you for showing me that gentleman still exists but I don’t think its necessary. Good luck for the project. I’ll see you at your next presentation Mr. Cho.” You bowed slightly leaving the attractive guy as you saw a taxi came to a halt and he managed to open the door for you making your heart flutters again. You didn’t look back after the taxi dash away from the stand.
Another day on the meeting because you were close to year end so your company schedule were packed with award show and concert. You were busy visiting few site where the event will take place to monitor the progresses and that is how you gain respect from every single person in the industries. You took part in every project without anyone tell you to unlike other CEO who only listen to the progress from the second party. You like being scared off, you like it when people bowed down to you especially the older one. It turn you into a snob but you gives no shit because you did your job perfectly.
“Anyeong CEO-nim.” You were in the middle of monitoring the staff doing the sound check with a few artist doing their rehearsals when a quite familiar voice made took your focus away. It was Seungyoun.
“What are you doing here? I thought you asked to work at your on place and I’m sure that this is not where you should be.” You talk without looking at him even a part of you was dying to see him after a week since your last encounters at the taxi stand.
“Seungwoo hyung told me that you were here which is a few block from my place and I decided to stop by just to say hi.” He chirped and the corner of your lips almost lift up to his cuteness but you manage to stop it from happening. You hate it when he made your heart flutters, you were fine the whole weeks. But you refuse to gave in to your own feeling, which you never did. Not even once. But then you’ll suffer alone regretting all the decision you had made. But your mind doesn’t seems to care about your heart either.
“You’ve said it. You can leave now.” You didn’t even spare a glance to him afraid your wall would fall down and gave in as soon as you see his face. Because you still remember how good looking the man was and his sweetness and randomness did leaves some crack on your walls.
“I saw a nice Chinese restaurant on my way here.” You furrowed your brow finally looking at him questioning how the hell did he know your favorite food and he seems to pick it up.
“You told me that night.” He raise his hand surrendering as if you’re going to attack him for knowing what you like. You rolled your eye with a scoff.
“Well you told me a lot of thing you know, and the woman from that night was total opposite from this one. Its almost like she was another person.” He mumbled the few last words with a pout and you couldn’t help to think how adorable he is.
“How old are you really?” You crossed your arm and lean your body on one side of your foot. You were honestly curious. There’s no way he’d act like this if he was on the same age with you or Seungwoo.
“I’m not a minor for sure.” He gave you a sly smile which had you taken aback a little.
“so do you want to eat lunch with me or not?” he tilted his head. “yes or yes.” He interrupted before you even had a chance to open your mouth and you’re pretty sure he’s not the type that’ll back down in any occasion, so you went.
He came to you every single day to join him for lunch or dinner. Sometime you succeeded at pushing him away, buy most of the time, he managed to drag you with him and feed you. At first you both were eating in silence, super awkward silence. But as day passes by, you started to like his company, even how annoying he can be, he’s the only one who can distract you from your stress from overworking yourself every single day. You started to smile a little and you glad he never mention it. Eating lunch together had become a routine for both of you. You found yourself waiting for him to barge into tour office just to say ‘good morning’ or to take you for lunch and sometimes his weird self just waved at you everytime he saw you in a meeting room.
He did made you loosen up a little bit and many of people saw it, your worker also loosen a little bit around you, they sometimes smile when they bowed to you. Strangely, it made you feel good. They seems to like you more and still respect you. You slowly loving your office atmosphere because of him. He put some color to your dull office and not to mention, to your life too.
But you never stop wondering.
Will it last?
Will he last?
Of course he’s not. You saw him one day with eating with some girl. The girl was holding his hand and you saw him noticed you and pulled his hand away from her. You were hurt, jealous because you ridiculously think that it should had been you. You were with Seungwoo and Mina that day and they saw it too. They seems to noticed you were in distress as you excuse yourself to the ladies.
“Y/N. its not what you think.” You heard his voice when you were about to push the door.
“What should I think then?” Your hand was obviously shaking but you turned to face him instead. Your heart was literally giving up and you let your mind took over.
“She’s-“ you cut him even before he could talk.
“I don’t understand Seungyoun. Why should I listen to your explanation when it wasn’t necessary.” You calmed yourself down. Its your turn to hurt him with your poisonous tongue.
“Why do you act like we had something special between us that it’s a must for me to be jealous?” You ask him which you already saw how hurt he was and it hurts you too. But that wasn’t enough to make you stop.
“I don’t really care about your private life Seungyoun. I went to lunch with you everyday because I feel bad for making you work so hard more that other because we’re so close to the dead line and sometimes you give me no choice, nothing more than that. Stop thinking that we had anything going on between us, because clearly nothing is going on between us, and it never will.” Lies. You had the urge to smile at him before you left him without giving him the chance to say anything. You saw how hurt he was and it kills you for not giving him any chance to explain. But you’re hurt too.
“What’s wrong Y/N?” Seungwoo confronted you after you blow off almost single person you saw after you went back from your untouched lunch. Its almost like a hell break lose when you found some error in ledger on you table. You almost fire someone if its not because of Seungwoo who almost drag you into his office.
“This.” You throw the ledger on his table and he pick it up.
“But firing him wont solve anything Y/N. I know this wasn’t entirely about this ledger. Its about Seungyoun isn’t it?”
“What about him.” You crossed your arms and leaned on the couch. Not knowing if you can keep your walls intact if you heard his name again.
“You love him didn’t you?”
Crack.
“Seungwoo don’t start.” You tears had threatening to fall, you bit your lips as it started to quiver.
“See. You cant even deny it. Did you give him any chance to explain when he followed you to the ladies?”
Silence.
“Stop pushing people away from your life Y/N. they wont stay like I did because they don’t know you like I do. I know your regret when you pushed Yohan away. I hurt me to see you hurt when he left right after you reject his confession. Don’t do that to Seungyoun too. Listen to your heart only for this once.” He was on his knee now. Holding your hand trying to persuade you. But you refuse to give up, you let your tears fall and he carresed your cheeks.
"Stop." You beg. Adverting your blurry vision to somewhere else.
“you’re not the only one who had to sacrifice your dream to stand here. We both were young when we started to take over. I know I don’t deserve to say this because you lost everything and I don’t. but please stop being a coward and take the risk Y/N. Chase him. I never saw you smile like that for years and I miss that. At least give him the chance to explain. Don’t lock yourself up like this. Everybody hurt sometimes, you just need to be brave to take the risk. But for now, just take a few day off and rest for now. Sort everything out. Just call me if you need someone.” He tapped your head with his soft smile and stand ready to leave you with the ledger.
“Seungwoo.” You called before rushing to his embrace which. He smiled and let you cried into his chest.
“I love him yes. But i'm scared. It hurts so much that I cant even breathe. It feels like de ja vu. The pain. You know. I was so scared.” You sobs as he caressed your hair. You couldn't even talk properly.
“Shhh. Its okay. You’ll feel better after you listen to his explanation even if its not the one you expect to hear. Take all the time you needed first. Put your heart first this time. Choose what makes you happy.” He hushed you and let you stay in his office until you’re ready to drive home.
You were feeling restless at home, tossed and turn on your bed. Is it because of what you said Seungyoun. Did you overeacted? Or did you feel guilty. You couldn’t denied the fact that you feel emptier without his text and phone call. Did he managed to fill the void in you all this time? Did your stupid mind had realize it too now? Was that’s the reason why you felt lonelier than before. You realize how you’re hoping that all the text from Seungwoo asking if you’re okay was from him instead. You heard you doorbell rang and take your time to open it. Mybe its Seungwoo who come just to check up on you. It had been three days you locked yourself up in your apartment.
“Hi.” He stood with his hand waving at you. Seungyoun.
“How do you know I live here?” You asked. Surprised.
“I asked Seungwoo hyung. Sorry. I know I shouldn’t have, but please. Listen to me. Only for this time.”
“I was trying to fix things by trying to know you more and asked you out for a decent lunch and dinner you know. I just though that maybe if I sent you home instead of taking you home that night maybe things would be different for us because I really like you. Call me weird because we just met that night but I like the way you really see the world. You weren’t that cold as a person, you’re just tired. You didn’t said it but I know by all the stories that you had told me that night. But I was stupid. I thought that if I take you home, you’ll stay. We can bloom. But I was wrong. I’m sorry. I wont bother you anymore I promise. I came because you didn’t let me explain myself that day. The girl was my ex who wanted to get back. But I turned her down because I want to be with you instead. I’m sorry.”
He gave you a small smile before turning his heels to leave. You still couldn’t move your limbs as your mind was in a middle of a war between stopping him and apologize or letting him go and live your dull life without him. But your heart keep telling you that you need him more than you think. He lightens your life these past week, radiate your life like a thousand sun. He was your distraction when you’re way too caught up with your stupid job.
“For fuck’s sake.” Shutting all the voices inside your head and you ran out from your apartment straight to the elevator barefoot. You press the button and it open immediately. He’s still there, looking down, but raise his head after the door open fully. Boy how your heart beat drumming through your ribcage when you saw him. The door closed and you hurriedly press the same button again. He saw your urgency even no word escaped your lips, he seems to understand. He walk out and cupped your cold face. You stare into his eyes and you saw hope. Then, you advert your eyes to his lips before catching it with yours. He kissed back without hesitation and let you drown in his sweet delicate lips.
“Please stay.” You said after you pull away. You leaned your head on his chest which you could feel his heartbeat as well matching your own. He took you into his embrace giving the warmth that had been lost for years. You felt safe again. All the voices in your head had disappeared putting you in ease.
“I’m sorry for what I’ve said. I never regret my word so much like I did this time.” You look for his eyes which now looking at you with adoration. His sweet smile never left his face.
“I’m sorry too that my behavior had given you the wrong idea. I should’ve just said it so there wont be any misunderstanding.” He pulled your head into his chest again and rest his chin on top of your head.
“I like you too you know. I just afraid if acknowledge that feeling, I’ll lose you too just like I lose everyone I cared for.”
“I promise I will stay if you let me.” You smiled to his chest and muttered okay and he tightens his embrace just enough to make you feel safe that someone had hold on to you now. That you’re not alone anymore and you’re ready to feel again. To feel loved.
#AN: I'm not entirely sure about this fic because i've constanly change the plot and stuff. I've been working way too long for this one so i hope ya'll enjoy reading it. This is one of Seungyoun fic from my draft. Still working for another three. WWW drama series inspire this fic because i really love Bae Tami and Park Mogan love story. This is the simple version with a little twist. Feel free to like and reblog.
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final-fantasy-mama · 5 years ago
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Moonlight Ballistics (Ch.3)
Emet Selch X Mature/Wol
Emet tries to coerce some information from the WOL, things get heated, things backfire!
“Perhaps a clear and unambiguous act of kindness will serve to win the trust you seem so determined to deny me. “ ~Emet Selch
A hand grabbed her shoulder, shaking her out of her stupor and jump starting her fight reflex. He was lucky she didn't pull a gun on him. Thancred Waters was always pulling dumb pranks on her so it was wont of him to startle her out of her daydream.
"Had a bit too much wine love?" He smirked as she gasped and held a hand over her heart. Night had returned to the Raktika Great woods with the destruction of its light warden, the light Aether absorbed into the warriors body and now they celebrated with the Night's Blessed. A large pyre burned into the center of the village, where music blared and people danced. Wine flowed freely to all their cups and the night was filled with a merriment that it had not seen in over 100 years. The Hero too had been celebrating with them but she felt as if something had pulled at her mind, some far distant memory that bit at her but stayed just out of her reach. Her head felt buzzed from wine and also from a sensation that was unfamiliar, not from the Aether that swam through her, but something else. Something heavy that was pressing against her psyche but would not show itself.
She shook the feeling away and smiled at her friend. "Definitely too much wine and too much dancing."
"Mayhap you need to clear your head for a moment. Go take a dive into the lake." He laughed.
"You going to join me for some skinny dipping?" She teased back with a coy smile.
"Wish I could but I’ve got a kid now so I’m off limits." The gunbreaker joked back.
The hero had to laugh too as she knew all too well the pressures of being a good parent. "Thancred, be sure to tell her...Minfilia…tell her everything she does good and don't be afraid to tell her you love her. In fact, tell her so much that she'll hate hearing it."
He sighed and his expression was solemn. "You're far more adept at this whole parenthood thing than I. How the hell do you do it?"
"Lots of coffee in the daytime and wine in the evening." She joked and he chuckled while walking back to the camp.
That lake idea wasn’t half bad. The hero hadn’t bathed since the battle with the light warden and the revival of her dear friend Y'shtola at the hands of Emet Selch, her skin was caked with dirt and sweat and dip into cold water seemed like the closest thing to a bath she would get. So, she forced her legs to carry her away from the encampment and towards the nearest body of water as the din of the celebration grew fainter and fainter.
But as she reached the lake edge and gazed at moonlit waters she was bothered. What had she been doing in those few minutes she had been daydreaming? She had been drinking and dancing and then there was a hole in her memory, a chunk of time unaccounted for as if her mind was neither here nor there. She was not drunk, slightly tipsy but not drunk enough for a full black out, and as far as she could tell, her Aether was still intact and holding well despite having absorbed three light wardens. Come to think of it, when Emet was regaling them tales of Zodiarks birth inside the Qitana Ravel she had felt the same thing. Looking at the cave murals of the two gods, she zoned out, completely blanked and spaced, for just a few minutes before snapping back to reality. She was never one to space out during missions as every moment usually meant life or death. What on Earth was going on in her mind?
The hero knelt by the water’s edge and began to strip off machinist leathers that felt too cloying, too tight against her skin in a way that was unnatural. She had worn those clothes for ages and yet right now, they felt foreign and cumbersome and she just wanted room to breathe. Stripping down to her white loose blouse she dipped a handkerchief into the cold waters and sponged her face and neck, staring at her own reflection on its surface. It felt foreign to her, like she was not really looking at herself and then she looked up at the moon, stood up and stretched her arms up trying to cup its radiance in her hands as if it were a child’s toy she could pluck from the sky.
Emet Selch’s eyes widened and he clenched his fist at his side while he watched her from the shadow of a nearby tree. Her sudden despondent behavior had not gone unnoticed and he made to watch her closely. This was all going according to plan after all and weather she slayed the light wardens are not was of no consequence. Either she was going to die trying or the light would consumer her in the end, both outcomes worked to his advantage weather she realized it or not. But knowing her, she most likely knew. So, then what was her angle? What was she planning to do about it? This cunning, this cleverness was what kept him coming back for more and it’s what most resembled her.
What a fireball Altima had been, her perceptive eyes, her burning heart, her anger, her love, her rage, her courage….he had been a moth to her flame and weather he wanted to admit it or not, he still was. They were two great and powerful minds always trying to outwit each other weather it was in the audience halls of the convocation or in the privacy of their own rooms, when they’re two bodies would intertwine with such ferocity and passion one would not know where one began and the other ended.
Emet gritted his teeth and shook the memory away. He had spent the past few Eons avoiding any and all her shards and now here he was “cooperating” with one. It was infuriating on one hand to see her so reduced in power but she retained enough of herself that it almost made him uncomfortable. If she ever knew what she really was and regained those memories, there was no doubt that she would destroy him. He was far too curious to let the opportunity slide even though he was breaking his own rules by contacting her but when had he ever followed the rules?
The hero groaned out loud as she rubbed her sore shoulders and yawned. “Emet Selch, did I not say that I prefer you where I can see you?”
“Indeed, you did.” He remarked as he stepped forward and joined her by the lake side. “But old Ascian habits are hard to break especially around someone as…renowned as you.”
“Ohhhhh I’ve become an Ascian boogie man!” She cheered and fist pumped the air. “One life goal fulfilled!”
“Oh don’t get ahead of yourself hero.” He rolled his eyes.
She laughed gently and looked back up at the moon, its light illuminating her face and sparkling in her eyes.
“You didn’t strike me as the type who cared for moon gazing.” He mentioned noting how entranced she looked.
“I don’t know why….it’s just tonight it looks exceptionally beautiful.” She explained. “I just want to reach out and grab it in my hands. Keep it in my pocket like a treasure and give it to my daughter….”
“You’re drunk.”
“I’m not drunk, I’m musing.” She corrected and wagged a finger at him
“You muse when you get drunk, trust me dear, we’ve bantered like this before.” He said with a heavy sigh and then put a hand to his temples, messaging the flesh as if warding off a headache.
"I wonder if its made of cheese, The moon. My daughter always asks me that. What do you think? Would it be swiss or guda?"
"Now you're just being silly."
"Brie?"
"Do you want me to snap some food into existence? Is that what you want?" Emet asked in a annoyed voice.
"I'm just playing with you." She reached over and pinched his cheek. "I know the moon is basically a rock that revolves around our earth due to gravity. I may be silly but i'm not and idiot. It would be nice to get a closer look though."
Emet groaned and slumped in exasperation. “Zodiark....If you vomit on me, I’ll be intensely and irrevocably pissed off and try not to scream either. I can’t stand the shrill voices of damsels in distress.”
“What in Thal’s Balls are you talking about?” She asked. as a strong arm grabbed her waist and hoisted her off the ground. Soft fur tickled her nose as Emet’s strong body pressed up against hers and up they shot into the air.
Luckily for him, she didn’t scream, but she put a death grip around his neck that could have chocked the life out of a chocobo as she clung to him. He thanked his human body for being so resilient as they continued up and up until finally stopping. Her face was buried in the fur lining of his jacket as he spoke into her ear. “Look up hero.”
“WHATTHEEVERLOVINGFUCKWEREYOUTHINKING?!” She cursed into his chest in a muffled voice.
“Just take a deep breath and look up.” He said gently and firmly grasped her chin in his hand, forcing her to look at him. The fear in her face from the unexpected inertia was evident as her eyes seemed to quiver in their sockets and her hands refused to loosen their grip on his collar, but after a few seconds she realized how close they were and cleared her throat. She took a shaky breath and finally looked up. Her eyes went wide and mouth slightly gaped open as she audibly gasped. The fear giving way to fascination when she noticed how close they were to the jewel in the sky.
Every detail, every crater and dune could be seen with the naked eye as a full moon greater than anything she had ever seen and closer than she ever thought possible, hung before her in the sky. They had shot up so far into the atmosphere that she literally felt like she could reach out and touch its surface. Its light washed over the both of them as they simply hovered there, basking in its glory. In all her life she had never seen anything like it, and that was saying a lot, for as the warrior of light life often handed her a barrage of surprises both good and bad.
“By the Twelve…..” She said in a shaky voice, her eyes refusing to blink or turn away from it.
“Does this satisfy your childish curiosity?” Emet finally asked after a time, keeping a firm arm around her.
She finally teared her eyes from the moon and settled on the man holding her. “What is this for?”
He raised a brow at her query.
“Why would you do this for me?” She couldn’t finish her sentence as she averted her gaze and felt heat on her cheeks.
He smiled at her discomfort. “You have slain no less than three light wardens and seem to be faring well….more than I had anticipated…. You have accomplished what no other could ever hope to. Such heroic deeds deserve appropriate rewarding do they not? Consider this a gift for entertaining me.”
“But I should be thanking you for bringing back Y’shtola.” She said as she squirmed in his arms, trying her best not to look down.
“That was a token of trust.” His smile turned sultry as he squeezed her waist and put a hand to her cheek. “I said what I meant and I meant what I said when we first met. You have no reason to doubt me but if you wish to reward me…..”He purred into her ear. “I will not reject any favor you show to me….and this time you don’t have your little guns to protect you.”
Her heart nearly stopped. By the fury she had left her gun by the lakeside and was too distracted by him and the wine to put back into her back holster! She shoved her hands against his chest. “Don’t you even think about it!”
“I’m thinking of nothing, sweet hero. “His lips hovered over hers mockingly. “Whatever has you nervous is the result of your own lascivious imagination.”
“Them’s fighting words, Emet Selch.” She growled against his lips.
“It would wound me for eternity if you choose falling to your death over sharing a small moment of intimacy with me.” He pouted but amply reminded her that they were a few good malms floating above the raktika great woods.
“You always twist something good into something nasty!” She cursed.
“Well I am an Ascian after all.” He chuckled, not giving her any room to escape.
“Ass is definitely part of it!” She agreed as she struggled but after a few moments she forced herself to relax in his arms and gave a very big exasperated sigh. “Oh for the love of…..okay…alright.” She said in a defeated voice and swallowed her pride. With her face burning she looked him over and tried to focus on his lips. They were nice shape, slightly pouty and moist, with all his eons of experience he was probably a fantastic kisser but this was uncharted territory for the Hero, she hadn’t kissed anyone in years and a certain atmosphere was needed for such things.
Her eyes moved up to his and she locked gazes with his yellow orbs. He was an enemy and yet he talked to her as if they were old friends, he grinded her gears, sassed her, chided her, goaded her in a way that only someone close to her could. He seemed to know all the right buttons to push and how to make her squirm with his words where other men could attempt the same thing and not get any reaction from her whatsoever. Who is this man?
Without thinking she reached up and cupped his face, studying him intensely, and in return he studied her. How her eyes seemed to cloud over for a moment, lids closing halfway as her mouth halfway parted as if in a trance. She leaned in slowly and pressed her lips against his and he graciously received them, surprised at her boldness and that she had managed to make the first move.
Their lips moved against each other’s slowly and gently until she bit down slightly on his lower lip. He grunted in surprise and allowed her tongue to slip into his mouth, caressing his and when the subtle warmth of her Aether mingled with his, he felt it. Power. So much power that her body could scarcely contain it all and yet it did, by either the grace of her Goddess or something else, it burned through her like a star in her core.
He pushed harder against her, his mouth dominating hers as he laced fingers through her hair, he wanted to see how deep that power went, what lay at its center and unlock all of her secrets. His darkness pushed through her light causing her to gasp and jolt in his arms but he held her still.  Their kiss bridged the power between them as he reached the peak of that burning star within her and caressed it with his own Aether.
People? Visions? Phantoms flashed behind his closed eyes as he traversed her soul, faces of several people, her own shards, friends and family revealed themselves to him. But when he tried to push further, his mind whited out, something blocked him and he could see the spirit of a man, who was not any of hero’s shards, standing like a sentinel at the gate of her inner psyche.
Emet had never seen him before, this tall elezen male with a sharp face and light blue hair. His eyes were closed as he simply stood there with a sword and shield in hand, a guardian knight who stood sentry within her against creatures like the Ascian who might try to invade her mind. The shield the knight held gave away his identity, a red unicorn head sitting atop a royal vine. Ah yes, the Ishgardian Family Crest for House Fortemps. This must have been Haurchefant Greystone.
The shade of Haurchefant spoke. “Does my lady know you are here?”
Emet eyed him suspiciously and could see that over the knight’s shoulder, he was shielding someone. For a brief moment he saw the familiar hue of silken hair and a crown of gems and flowers before Haurchefant stepped forward, hiding his ward from view, and opened his eyes.
“If she has not given you permission to come here, then I must ask you to leave. Your presence upsets her.” And with that he lifted his sword and swung it down hard and Emet was cast out of her mind with such a force he cried out.
His eyes snapped open as he broke the kiss with the Warrior of Light and they were as before, only the hero’s body was limp, her head thrown back, eyes closed and groaning as if in pain. The Ascian had probed too deep, causing the hero’s aether to repel him and most likely she felt the snap of him being cast out as keenly as he had. In her case though, instant unconsciousness was the result whereas for him it felt more like a slap in the face. Oh how frail these Hyuran creatures were.
Looking down at the Warrior, something possessive and inconceivable overcame him. “It couldn’t be, its simply not possible!” He growled in a low voice. A million thoughts crossed his mind at this revelation, for within the warrior lay a sliver of the one soul he both desired with all his Ascian heart to see again, but feared what would happen if he did. He had found Altima and this posed a myriad of problems to his well laid out plans.
He cradled the hero in his arms and floated back down to the earth, landing amidst the celebrating colleagues and startling them all into silence. The music stopped, everyone turned to watch him and Thancred ran forward at the sight of his friend limp in the Ascian’s arms.
“Dare I even ask what you did to her?” Thancred said as he took the hero into his own arms, Emet did nothing to protest and handed her over without a fight.
“She simply had a bit too much to drink. Her poor head couldn’t take much more “stimulation” this evening. A bit of rest should do her well.” Emet said cryptically. “See to it she is well cared for, considering how you rely on her so.”
Thancred scrunched his brow. “What’s that supposed to mean.”
Emet turned to go and gave a haughty imperial wave of his hand. “Never you mind. I bid a good night to you all.”
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my-creative-hell · 5 years ago
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Children?! Pt 1 (Avengers au)
Leena and Jake were out on a small mission, only the two of them needed, leaving Grave alone with Hannah and Iden. The twins were currently in an empty room with Grave, intended for when the team was training so they didn’t break or ruin anything in the normal living area.
Grave had the ability to mess with time, to turn it backwards, though it wasn’t as trained as the team would like it to be, which is why they were currently attempting to train it.
“You sure about this hun? You know you don’t have to.” Hannah softly reminds her from her position in the room next to her brother. Though she couldn’t see what was going on, Grave valued her being there for support whenever she was training as much as she valued Iden, who was watching as well, looking nervous as usual.
“I do have to, Hannah. What if there’s a situation where one of us almost die and we can’t get help?” Grave reasons. It was true, her ability was an asset to the team in a role where they were likely to get hurt, and the possibility of death was high. Hannah sighs, looking concerned.
“I know, but we can stop if it ever gets too much.” She reassures as she listens to the situation in front of her, knowing Grave had looked over and was no doubt smiling at her.
“I’ve been blasted in the face, Hannah. I’m pretty sure this isn’t too much.” She reminds Hannah, making the smaller counterpart huff while Iden looks slightly saddened by the memory.
“Ugh, don’t remind me of that. But, I’m sure you can do it.” Hannah smiles at Grave genuinely. She believed in the teen, and if Grave was sure she could do it, who was Hannah to argue?
“Thank you.” Grave says, and Hannah knew the kind of face she would be making as she activates her abilities.
The time starts to go by her, going backwards as everything seems to be in control, her control. But once Grave decides that she’s done for now, that she’s done enough and wants to return everything to normal, suddenly nothing wants to obey her anymore. The time keeps whizzing past her without her being able to grasp onto it, to stop it and hold it in place, or put it back the way it should be. When time does stop, the entire world seems to have aged backwards so far, that had Grave aged with it, she wouldn’t have even been born yet. But she didn’t. She was still sixteen.
The building Grave knew to be her home with the rest of the team was empty, no one seemed to be living there, which she supposed was a good thing. No awkward and unbelievable explanations to be made.
In front of Grave were the twins. But not the ones she knew. These twins were very small, smaller than she knew they could ever be. They had no dyed hair, no alterations the normal twins Grave knew would have.
“Holy shit, when the fuck am I-” Grave mutters as she looks around her, looking at the twins on the floor, who seem to hear her words, shifting slightly, faces displaying obvious discomfort at their positions and situation.
“Hhhohmygoodnessyoursosmall-” Grave’s voice is barely audible as she looks down at the twins, but somehow Iden hears it, stirring and sitting up, laying eyes on Grave. Only to open his mouth and let out a large, ear piercing scream out of pure fear.
“Ow-” Grave covers her ears and curls into herself slightly, the scream from the young Iden causing her pain, though she sounds inexplicably calm about the situation.
Iden’s scream had caused Hannah to get up completely though, and even though she didn’t make a noise, the fear was clearly written on her face as her twin backs away from Grave.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Grave says as she shakes slightly from the pain Iden’s scream had caused her, looking at the two twins. Iden had now grabbed Hannah’s arm, pulling her with him as he backs them both up against the wall, both twins trembling.
“I-I can leave. Where’s the exit?” Grave asks the trembling twins, getting an answer from the small Iden, who was shaking even more as tears threaten to spill over.
“D-d-don’t k-know.” Is all the young boy can manage to say through his shaking, stuttering in his fear and nervousness in front of Grave.
“Ah…” Grave sounds slightly disappointed in that answer. “That’s fine, I can find it myself.” She states simply, though she stops when Iden speaks up again.
“W-who are y-y-you? W-w-where are w-we?” He asks in a small scared voice as he looks up at Grave, who speaks softly to the small children now when she answers.
“My name’s Grave and you’re at my house. Kind of.” She half explains to the kids, Hannah deciding finally to speak in her shaky voice, clinging to her twin like a life vest.
“W-where are t-t-the o-others?” She questions Grave, looking to the direction she hears the voice coming from, eyebrows knitted together in fear and confusion.
“Who are the others?” Grave asks, Hannah flinching slightly at the noise in the room, though she does answer, stuttering through it.
“T-the rest o-o-of t-the k-kids.” She explains with a small quiet voice, tears slipping down the twin’s faces as they realise their predicament. They didn’t know where they were or who they were with, and everyone else seemed to be gone.
“Ah-I-I um… I don’t… they’re not…” Grave tries to piece together a sentence, not knowing what the kids are talking about, but she can’t even begin to comprehend it. “I’m sorry.” She admits, looking at the small twins.
The twins were panicking, not knowing what was going on in the slightest, scared to their cores as they sit on the floor, pushed against a wall away from Grave. Iden was clinging onto Hannah in a protective manner, attempting to be brave, though he was ultimately failing at it.
“Look, um… I don’t know how we all got here and I’m so sorry about that, but nothing bad is going to happen. And if there is, I’ll stop it…” Grave practically slaps her own face into her hand. “You don’t even know me. Sorry.” She huffs as Iden looks at her, his face genuinely seeming confused.
“Y-y-you d-don’t want to h-hurt us?” He questions Grave, voice weary and unsure, like the words coming out of Grave’s mouth couldn’t possible be true.
“No, why would I? You’re kids.” Grave states, confused by Iden’s question as Hannah shifts, looking as confused as her brother when she turns her head in Grave’s direction.
“W-why does t-that matter?” Hannah questions in a broken voice, shaky and scratchy and tired. It didn’t match the small body she had, sounding too experienced and weathered.
“It does because you’re young and you didn’t hurt anybody so you don’t deserve to be hurt. Even if you did it on accident, you still don’t deserve to get hit…” Grave explains to the twins.
“B-but…” Hannah scrunches her face, not believing the words coming out of Grave’s mouth, they sounded false inside her head. That couldn’t be right, could it?
“Yeah, I know it’s hard to believe, it’s still hard for me to believe it…” Grave’s mind automatically springs to the things her own mother had done to her before she smiles again at the twins. “But trust me, its true. I wont hurt you.”
“C-can you take us h-home?” Iden asks Grave in a very small voice, looking at Grave with his wet eyes, tear stains running down his and his sister’s cheeks.
“Where do you live?” Grave asks the twins, watching as Iden tries to remember the name of the place they called home before answering in his small voice.
“S-saint Andrews o-orphanage.” He says, looking up at Grave as she hears the name. It had been shut down in her time, every person who worked there placed in jail, some even in death row. The orphanage had been closed down after proof of abuse and neglect of the children had been found by the police.
“How can you live there? The entire building got taken down and the people who worked there are in jail.” Grave explains in a slightly more stern voice, anger rising up in her at the mere mention of that place.
“I-I don’t k-k-know w-what you m-mean.” Iden almost sobs out, the twins looking more scared at the sterner tone behind Grave’s voice as she speaks, they’re faces covered in tear tracks, making them look messy, covered in tears and snot.
“The place got taken down due to the abuse of the children there and the workers are all in jail.” Grave explains, softening her voice as she shifts her face into a smile for the children in front of her.
“S-so you w-won’t take us t-there?” Iden doesn’t quite understand the meaning behind what Grave has said, though her voice and smile calm him down slightly.
“I wouldn’t if I could and I can’t, so… no, I won’t take you back.” Grave says, the children growing a little worried. The orphanage was all they knew, and if they couldn’t go there, where could they go?
“S-so who’s g-going to take care of u-us?” Hannah asks, voice sounding confused and worried as she looks up from the floor in Grave’s direction.
“I could if you’d like, but if you don’t want me to then that’s fine.” Grave says gently, looking at the kids, watching as Iden’s face grows sadder, turning to look at the floor as he speaks.
“We don’t h-have a-a-anyone e-else…” He explains gently as he looks at the floor, Hannah hugging him tighter to her as he speaks, feeling his pain perfectly.
“I’ll take care of you then! You’ll be safe.” Grave explains to the twins. Though neither twin says anything in response, they both give a small nod as they hug one another gently on the floor, very timid and quiet now.
“Okay. Do you want to… do anything right now? Like re- oh wait, you just woke up like ten minutes ago… h m m.” Grave ponders as the twin’s watch and listen, confused.
“Do s-something?” Iden questions. The twin’s had never had choices at the orphanage, they only had to do as told or suffer the consequences, so this was unheard of to them.
“Yeah! Like, I dunno, play a game or watch TV. Maybe eat or take a bath. I dunno, it’s your choice.” She offers to the twins in a calm voice, watching as they think, not knowing what to do.
“I-I’m hungry…” Hannah says quietly, head titled down as she speaks in a gentle voice, as if she was afraid of talking to Grave. It wasn’t surprising, both children looked very small, their clothes hanging off of them to an alarming degree. It was obvious that the nuns in that shitty home hadn’t been feeding them properly. They also looked like they could use a bath or two, but it wasn’t surprising that they didn’t notice that, considering how young they likely were.
“Rad. What do you wanna eat? We have spaghetti and chicken and cake and why is there a blanket in the freezer-” Grave stops herself mid sentence as she stares at the blanket, the twins both looking confused.
“W-we don’t m-mind.” Hannah says in a small voice as she listens to Grave moving around, not wanting to upset the older companion who they still feared, despite the fact that she seemed kinder.
“Are you sure? I don’t even know what you like or don’t and if you’re allergic to something. I just wanna make sure you’re the most comfortable you could be at the moment.” Grave explains gently.
The twins, though they hear the words, the sentiment behind them is so foreign to them that they can’t hope to understand it. In attempt to please Grave, they both smile, though it comes out as forced and off on their faces.
“We e-eat a-anything.” Iden says in a gentle voice, trying to insist without causing upset to their older companion.
“Good!” Grave stand up as she smiles at them, though the twins don’t move right away, unsure if they were allowed to stand up yet and join Grave, so opting to stay sitting just in case.
“Gonna have c h i c h e n s ó ú p.” Grave says, the happiness evident in her voice as she wanders into the kitchen. “By the way, you can move around if you want.” She calls out gently to the two kids.
“O-o-okay.” The twins say timidly in unison, though small smiles are present on their faces as Iden stands up, Hannah holding out her hands for him to pull her up once he’s standing, which he does so swiftly, clearly used to it.
The twins stand awkwardly, not quite sure what to do. Normally, they would be doing their chores or doing school work. Should they be doing something?
“There’s a few robo-duck thingy’s I made along with other toys, so you can play with those if you want. Also don’t be worried if you break them, they fix themselves.” Grave explains gently.
The twins both nod gently, Iden taking Hannah by the hand and pulling her slowly to where the toys are laid out, sitting down with her gently. The twins play quietly amongst themselves, not really saying anything, or murmuring what they did want to say as quiet as possible.
“You don’t have to be so silent, you can talk normally, just don’t yell please. It kinda ouchies my hearing bois.” Grave speaks to the twins, who look at her in confusion.
“B-but children are a-annoying.” Hannah says in a gentle voice, clearly believing the words coming out of her mouth. They had obviously been told that a lot.
“That’s a lie. Whoever told you that is a mouldy butthead that smells like cat pee.” Grave huffs out softly in annoyance as she speaks, Hannah flinching slightly.
“I-it’s fine, w-we don’t mind.” She explains softly as she plays with Iden, more listening to him playing than playing herself, though she did enjoy the sensation of holding the smooth toys in her hands.
“Are you sure?” Grave questions, frowning in concern at the twins. Hannah faces in her direction.
“Y-yes ma’am.” She says, flashing another smile that didn’t quite fit on her face in Graves’s direction.
Hannah goes searching with her hands through some of the other toys, feeling some of the more plush toys as she searches. Her hands find a toy made with very soft and plush fur, with stuffing and peas inside of it. It felt like it might be a bear, but Hannah didn’t care. It felt nice in her grip, the amalgamation of different textures and feelings comforting her, even if she couldn’t see it.
“You can just call me Grave. I’m only sixteen, I’m not fit to be called ma’am yet.” Grave chuckles as Hannah latches onto the toy, looking like she wasn’t planning on letting it go any time soon.
“We h-have to s-speak properly to a-anyone older than us.” Iden explains in a dull voice as he watches Hannah fiddling with her newfound toy.
“Well not here you don’t! you can just call me by my name.” Grave smiles as she speaks, hoping to encourage the children to do as she asks and make them comfortable around her.
“But its I-inappropriate…” Iden tries to counter.
“Not really, it’s just formal and adults expect kids to do it because…” Grave shrugs then. “I dunno, they just do and it sucks sometimes.” Grave explains, the twins looking uncomfortable as she insults adults, not used to ever being able to say something like that, though they nod quietly.
“Sorry to make you feel uncomfortable…” Grave says as she waits for the soup to heat up, though its taking longer than she had expected, leading to her flopping down onto her back on the floor. “Hhhhh hurry u p please, I gotta feed some childs here.” Grave moans.
The twins both turn their attention towards Grave, though Iden is the only one who can actually watch her, and he does, still weary of this unfamiliar face and if she really was as kind as she appeared to be.
“W-why do you w-want to help us?” He questions in a small voice. The twins hadn’t been cared for in… well, ever. Their parents hadn’t wanted them, and the nuns at the orphanage hated them, so why didn’t Grave?
“Because, lil dude, you’re kids. You shouldn’t be alone and if I didn’t help you, who knows what could’ve happened to you? You could be really hurt right now if I decided to be a butt.” Grave explains in a simple and calm voice, looking at the two twins. Hannah shrugs, her mind working before her body, throwing out her first thought.
“Wouldn’t b-be the first t-time…” She trails off as she realises what she just said, face twisting into shock and fear as a natural response, even after she stops herself from continuing.
“Well this is gonna be the last time that you’ll be treated like crap, you’re two small bundles of awesomeness and you don’t deserve to be treated like you aren’t. Could this s o u p hurry up oh my god-” Grave moans as Hannah stays silent, though Grave can see that both twins look slightly more comfortable in her presence, happy she hadn’t hit them or yelled in their face like they were used to.
“S o u p time babey!” Grave immediately jumps up when she hears the soup finish, the twins following slowly, Hannah still gripping onto her new toy. Iden sits down at the table quickly, being polite. But Hannah stands for a bit, frowning, unsure of the environment she is in and unable to tell where the chair is in front of her.
“Oh! Um… would you like help?” Grave asks, biting her tongue from asking why she didn’t sit. She had forgotten momentarily that this wasn’t her Hannah, that this Hannah didn’t know where everything in the room was and how far away from her it was. This Hannah had yet to learn this in her blindness.
Hannah looks nervous as she debates with herself, clutching her toy to her body. But she nods slowly, her face looking a little scared. But she was willing to try and trust Grave. She never got help at the orphanage, she had to rely on herself and Iden, but she was truly lost right now.
“Cool! Um… is it okay if I touch you and do you want me to carry you or just lead you to a chair? I-I don’t want you to be uncomfortable…” Grave explains gently, watching as Hannah shifts on her feet.
“I-I’m too small t-to get on the c-chair.” Hannah explains in a quiet voice, looking nervous as she was unused to asking for help, or admitting that she needed it, especially to someone older than her without repercussions. She shakes slightly as she speaks.
“Rad. I’m gonna… pick you up now. Okay?” Grave asks the small child as she gets a bit closer, Hannah shaking slightly as she nods her head slowly, preparing herself.
grave gently picks Hannah up, noticing how light the small child was, even for a child of her stature, she was far too light for it to be a good thing.
“Oh dear.” Is all Grave can mutter as she carefully places Hannah in the chair, making sure she cant fall off of it. “Do you need more help or are you okay?” She asks Hannah in a gentle voice.
“I-I can’t s-see the f-food…” Hannah looks scared as she admits it, biting down on her lip nervously. “I-Iden usually h-helps me…” She explains quietly.
“I could help you, but if you want Iden to do it, that’s cool too.” Grave reassures the small child in front of her, watching as Hannah thinks it over.
“H-he always helps m-me, cause I can’t do a-anything.” Hannah sounds sad as she speaks, voice low and downtrodden.
“You’ll learn to! I know you can…” Grave says kindly, a small, genuine smile playing on Hannah’s face for a moment, though it’s gone as quick as it came.
“T-thanks. I’m okay i-if you help m-me…” Hannah says, trying to trust this new person as much as she could, trying to force herself out of the comfort hole she had dug for herself. For her personally, this was a very big deal.
“I-I’m glad you’re comfortable with this, Hannah.” Graves smiles gently as she begins to help Hannah, who nods gently as she allows the help. Iden eats his own soup as Grave helps Hannah, making sure the soup is cool when Hannah opens her mouth so she doesn’t burn herself on it.
Hannah shakes slightly as Grave assists her, not used to this kind of positive attention and unsure of what to do with it.
“Are you okay?” Grave questions Hannah in a soft voice, watching as Hannah nods quietly, not used to speaking to her so casually yet.
Though neither twin would say anything, they were beginning to realise the passable rags they were wearing as clothing weren’t really doing their jobs, the hot soup only illustrating to them how cold they had previously been.
“You guys can take a bath after this and I can give you some of my clothes. Does that sound good?” Grave questions, earning nods from both of the twins as they continue to eat, a bit faster than a normal kid would, showing to Grave how hungry they had been, finishing their food quickly, sitting silently once they were done, waiting for Grave to tell them what they were doing next, Iden playing with his fingers while Hannah musses around the fur on her toy, enjoying the texture.
“You can move around if you want, just stay in the kitchen please. I’m gonna go find some clothes for you, so I’ll be back soon.” Grave says as she wanders off, the twins nodding. Iden gets down from the table first, helping Hannah down as they both elect to sit on the floor while they wait. Hannah sits with her toy in her lap, calming her down while Iden grabs one of the ducks toys to play with while they wait, entertaining themselves quietly.
Grave searches through her clothes before she realizes something obvious, making her feel silly.
“Hm. Fuck.” She mutters as she heads back into the kitchen, looking at the two kids on the floor. “I got bad news and good news, what do you wanna hear first?” She questions the twins.
“Bad.” They respond in unison almost immediately.
“All of my clothes are way too big for you and I’m pretty sure that’s not gonna be good.” Hannah nods, knowing that statement was more for her than Iden. At least Iden could see where he was going, unlike her. a blind kid in large clothes was a health hazard.
“Good news?” Iden asks, a hopeful twinge in his voice as he speaks.
“I have more than enough money to go to the store and buy clothes for you guys! I’ve been meaning to get some more stuff but I haven’t come around to it.” Grave explains to the twins as they listen nervously.
“A-are you sure?” Hannah asks, not wanting her to change her mind, but Grave just smiles warmly at the two twins.
“Yeah! Do you wanna take a shower before or after we go shopping?” She asks softly, Iden thinking for a moment before he answers in a muttered voice.
“After.” He says simply as he looks up at Grave, eyes a little more determined as he speaks.
“Okay! I um… are you okay with getting in a car?” Grave questions the twins, Iden nodding almost immediately, though Hannah takes a bit longer to nod, though she does slowly.
“C-can I take t-this?” Hannah asks as she holds up the toy slightly towards Grave, who smiles at her.
“Of course you can!” Grave says happily, watching as a small smile spreads on Hannah’s face as she nods her head.
Iden follows Grave as she walks to her car, climbing in after she unlocks it, taking Hannah’s toy momentarily as she reaches her hands out, Iden pulling her into the back of the car besides him and buckling her in before handing her the toy back gently, buckling himself in as well.
“Ready?” Grave asks them as she joins them in the car and turns it on, the engine humming softly to life below them. Iden nods happily as he stares out of the window, Hannah keeping her head forward as she nods, holding onto her bear.
The car ride was simple and quiet, both twins occupying themselves as Grave drives towards the shops, content to do their own thing the entirety of the drive, Grave turning on some soft music so the car wasn’t full of silence. They were very timid children, not making noises unless necessary, the complete opposite of normal children. Grave parks the car and watches as Iden silently unbuckles the two of them. He had clearly done this before many a time.
“We here! The stuff building.” Grave laughs at her own joke as Iden giggles lightly at it as he follows Grave out of the car, walking swiftly to the other side to let Hannah out giving her a careful hand down.
“Where to?” He asks Grave curiously as he looks up at her, looking much more comfortable as time went on.
“We’ll get your clothes first.” Grave speaks as she holds out her hands for the twins to grab. “I don’t wanna lose your guys.” She explains as Iden grabs her hand immediately, Hannah searching for a second before finding it and holding on gently.
“Okay.” The twins both say quietly as they hold on to Grave, no objections in sight as Grave leads them into the building, guiding them gently to the clothing shop, making sure neither of them lets go as she steps inside with them.
“You can pick out whatever you want, just please don’t let go.” Grave explains, masking her worry at losing either twin with a happy face as she watches them, getting to see how well they worked together.
Iden nods as he gently starts to tug on her hand, leading her and Hannah in the direction of the warmer clothes. Iden goes up to a few sweaters and some children sized sweatpants, each time using a method they both clearly knew well. When Iden saw something he thought was good, he would feel it, and Grave watched as he then tapped Hannah’s hand, bringing it up so she could touch the fabric, only picking the item up when he had her seal of approval, selecting their sizes. They end up with a few sweaters and some sweatpants.
“Okay, is that it or do you wanna look around more?” She asks, smiling out of pure happiness at watching the twins. Iden flashes a small grin of his own to Grave.
“I think we’re okay.” He says with happiness in his voice. Both twins are happily following Grave as they head to the till, though Grave reluctantly has to pull away from the twins in order to pay for the clothes.
“Um… please don’t go anywhere, I have to pay for this stuff.” Grave explains as she lets the twins go, both of them nodding, staying close to her as she pays, though being let go made them a little nervous, Hannah more so. While Iden could see Grave, Hannah had to remind herself the larger teen was still there in front of her as the noises of the shop took over her mind. She feels someone bump into her, and she cant tell if she’s been knocked back or not, now not sure where Grave was, making her panic slightly.
Grave pays for the clothes as fast as she can, to make sure the twins are okay, giving Hannah one of her hands, which Hannah grabs onto immediately, the noises in the shops were too loud, taking away one of the only senses she had. Grave finishes paying, but the bags had to be grabbed and she looks down at Hannah.
“I know you don’t like it, Hannah. It’ll be over soon, I promise.” She says softly, Hannah not speaking in return, a small and scared whine the only thing escaping her throat in response as she clutches at her toy. Grave lets go so she can grab the bags quicker, making Hannah shake more as people around them started to notice the commotion, looking at the small girl. Hannah couldn’t see them, but she could feel the eyes boring into her, frightening her even more as she tries to wait for Grave.
Grave practically speed runs getting the bags form the counter and puts them all into one hand, keeping the other one free for the twins.
“It’s done, Hannah. I’m here now, we’re gonna leave.” Grave reassures the small child, though Hannah cant tell where she is anymore, the panic rising as she realises this fact for herself. Not sure where to look or put her hand, Hannah stands still, tears threatening to spill over her eyes as she worries to herself, waiting for Grave to grab her.
“Hannah, I’m right here. We can leave now.” Grave grabs Hannah’s hand gently, her voice soft and kind as Hannah latches onto her hand, Iden gently grabbing Grave’s bag hand as Hannah nods, not trusting herself to speak through her panic.
“What do we have to do now, miss Grave?” Iden asks Grave quietly as they walk out of the shop together, looking up at her.
“Go home. A-and its just Grave.” She reminds him gently as she smiles down at him, Iden nodding as he smiles back gently.
“Okay, Grave.” Iden corrects himself, watching her smile at the correct name as they walk back out to the car.
The car ride home was the same as the ride there, the twins entertaining themselves in the back while Grave played soft music in the front. Once they arrived home, Iden once again aided Hannah out of the car as they follow Grave back inside the house, wandering in and watching her move around as she decides what to do next.
“Do you wanna take a shower right now or do you wanna rest a bit?” Grave asks the twins gently, watching as Hannah opens her mouth to speak for the first time in a while.
“S-shower, I’m c-cold.” Hannah says quietly, shivering slightly as she does speak, making her stutter again.
“Okay, I’ll start the shower. You can pick out whatever soap you like.” Grave says as she puts the bags down in the kitchen, wandering into the bathroom as the twins follow her in as she turns the shower on to warm it up.
Iden finds the stored soaps and starts rifling through them, holding them out for Hannah to smell. After a minute, both twins seem to have settled on an apple scented soap, Iden smiling.
“This one!” Iden exclaims, sounding happy and excited as he holds it up towards Grave to display their choice to her.
“I’m glad you like it! Here’s your wash cloths and towels and uh… do you guys need help or are you good?” Grave asks, watching as Iden takes Hannah’s hand and hands Grave the stuffed toy she was holding.
“We can do it…” Iden explains as he looks at Grave. They were used to taking care of themselves, and would wash themselves all the time at the orphanage.
“Thank you, I’ll be in the living room so…” Grace leaves the bathroom with the toy. “Yeah.” Leaving the twins alone.
The twins are up there for quiet a while, no discernable noises coming from the bathroom as they wash themselves very thoroughly, feeling a layer of dirt on top of their skin. After a while, the twins come down, changed into fresh clothes, and with semi dried hair. But Iden looks kind of guilty, and Hannah’s eyes seem to be a bit red around the edges.
“What’s wrong?” Grave asks the twins, frowning a bit as she looks at them. Iden fiddles with his fingers, the guilt on his face growing a bit.
“I got some soap in her eyes…” He admits guiltily, looking at Hannah’s red tinged skin as he speaks.
“Oh no! Well it’s nothing too bad, at least you didn’t put it in her eyes on purpose… or drank the soap.” Grave shudders at that thought. “Yucky.”
Iden nods, though he still feels bad for his sister, who’s skin looks a little red and irritated, and her eyes would no doubt be the same if they weren’t entirely blacked out.
“Good thing is you only need to put water in your eyes so the soap gets out. Bad thing is… huh, there isn’t a bad thing.” Grave realises as she talks to the kids. Hannah nods gently and reaches her hands out towards Grave, trying to signal something to the larger teen.
“Oh.” Grave reaches her hands out to Hannah to let her have them with a small smile. Hannah smiles gently as well and grabs the hands, though she starts to pull on them gently. She was too nervous to ask for what she wanted, as she had never in her life asked for it before, so she didn’t even know how, or if she could.
“You have to tell me, Hannah, I sadly can’t read your mind…” Grave smiles as she speaks softly to the small child in front of her, Hannah huffing quietly as she looks nervous.
“C-can I be carried? N-no ones e-ever done it before…” Hannah asks very quietly. Neither of the twins had ever really been held or carried before, and Hannah wanted to know what it was like, especially since she was tired, though she was nervous to ask for such unknown affection.
“Of course!” Grave gently picks up the small child, holding her close to her. “Is this good?” She asks gently, watching as Hannah nods, hiding her face slightly out of view as she clings onto Grave, rubbing at her eyes gently as they irritate her.
“Try not to rub them, they could get more irritated I think…” Grave comments as she walks with Hannah into the bathroom, Hannah nodding, knitting her small hands into Grave’s clothes instead to stop herself.
“This might feel weird, so I’m really sorry if it does.” Grave says as they enter the bathroom, carefully unlatching Hannah from her as she nods, sitting her gently on top of the sink, carefully washing her eyes out with soap, Hannah remaining quiet, though she does flinch slightly at the water being flushed into her eyes. After a few goes, Grave was pretty sure Hannah’s eyes would be free from soap and should stop being irritated.
“All done! That’s wasn’t so bad, was it?” She looks at Hannah as she flashed Grave an actually genuine smile, face lighting up.
“Yeah…” Hannah says in a happier voice as she reaches out for Grave, wanting to be picked up again, deciding she liked this kind of touch and affection.
Grave gently carries Hannah back into the living room, Iden’s face lighting up when she comes in and sits down, Hannah now refusing to let go of her, enjoying the affection they had never gotten before from anyone, Iden watching them curiously.
“You wanna be held too?” Grave asks Iden gently with a soft smile on her face, surprising him. Iden slowly climbs up onto the sofa with them, getting into Grave’s lap alongside Hannah gently, passing Hannah her toy.
Graves smile widens as her feet start tapping in happiness as both twins are smiling genuinely and looking like they feel comfortable, Hannah clinging gently onto Grave, and Iden shifting to gently wrap his arms around Grave, hugging her hesitantly. Grave feels comfortable and happy and tries to keep the happy tapping of her feet to a minimum.
For Hannah and Iden, physical comfort had never been given to them by anyone other than themselves, so receiving it not and managing to feel safe was making them slowly relax into Grave, the warmth of their clothing and Grave around them making them feel sleepy.
Grave puts on of her feet over the other to stop them from tapping, lest they disturb the small children if they did fall asleep, though they seemed to be fighting with it, not letting their eyes fully close, believing it rude to fall asleep when not allowed to, feeling a little bad as they try to stay awake.
“You can sleep if you want, you seem a bit sleepy.” Grave says, as both twins look a bit nervous at the thought, not used to all this positive attention, and the vulnerability that came with sleep.
“You’re okay with it?” Iden asks in a sleepy voice directed at her as he looks up to see her expression.
“Yeah, its fine.” Grave says, smiling as Iden nods at her, still looking a bit nervous as he sits comfortably, leaning into Grave more. Hannah is still clinging to Grave like a koala with her toy, but Grave can feel her grip loosening as Hannah starts to fall asleep quietly. Iden does the same while hugging her, face slowly relaxing as both twins look genuinely warm for the first time in that day, faces flushed slightly with natural heat.
The twins sleep very quietly as Grave buzzes with happiness, though they still clung to her, seeing her as a safe person to be around now, wanting to be close to her in their more vulnerable state. Hannah eventually drops her toy onto Grave’s lap, favouring clinging onto Grave and burying her face into the teen in search of more heat and comfort.
Grave cant put into words how happy she feels right now, but if she could she was sure it would only be a series of happy noises as she holds the small children. It was obvious they had never really been held before, as they kept burrowing into Grave for the heat and safety she was providing the small kids as they slept on top of her, making Grave almost cry with happiness, needing to protect these small children with every ounce in her body.
Hannah shifts slightly in her sleep as she attempts to get into a new comfortable position, her sweater shifting slightly as she does so, allowing Grave to see some scar lines running down her back, obviously from beatings. The scars all looked pretty healed over, but Grave could tell they would have hurt the kids a tremendous amount when they received them from whatever tool the nuns at the orphanage would have used on them.
Grave becomes angry with whoever thought it was okay to mark a small child in such a way. She couldn’t fathom the reason for wanting to hurt these children, and it made her upset that someone could and did hurt them.
“Miss Grave? Are you okay?” Hannah could feel Grave looking at the scars, stirring her from her sleep slightly, her voice very sleepy when she talks, slurring a bit.
“I’m fine, are you okay?” Grave asks, keeping her voice quiet so she didn’t disturb the still sleeping Iden, and so she didn’t wake Hannah up further, wanting her to be able to go back to sleep.
“I don’t want to go back…” Hannah says quietly as she makes a small yawning noise, burying her face into Grave’s shoulder gently.
“You don’t have to, Hannah.” Grave says gently as she watches the small girl.
“Promise?” Though Hannah’s voice and question are muffled slightly by Grave’s shoulder, she had a hopeful tone behind her voice, something
Grave hadn’t heard too much of from this child.
“Promise.” Grave smiles at the small child as Hannah pulls away, giving Grave a full faced grin, exposing some of her missing baby teeth. Hannah leans her head forward and gently presses their foreheads together before she leans back into Grave’s shoulder.
“I like it here, with you.” Hannah says quietly as she relaxes in Grave’s grip again, quickly falling asleep again, warm and happy with Grave and her brother close by her.
“I’m glad you do.” Grave whispers gently as tears of joy start to brim her eyes, Hannah making a small noise of acknowledgement as she curls into a ball like shape in her sleep.
Grave gently squeezes the two twins in a small hug, both of them reacting slightly, Hannah gently squeezing the arms that were looped around Graves neck while Iden gently squeezes her torso in a natural response to her comfort.
So Grave sits with the kids, happily watching them sleep comfortably, having earned their trust towards her, smiling gently as they sleep comfortably for the first time in a long while, not stirring again.
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Fandom: Star Trek Characters: Bones, Scotty Relationship: Bones/reader Request: I love your fics so much!! If you're still taking requests, I'd love to see a McCoy/ reader fic where reader gets a minor injury but is afraid of doctors and doesn't want to go to the med bay. Thanks so much, have a good day!! Can't wait to see what you write next! :) You were new aboard the Enterprise, and it had been a good first few months for you. But as your talents across several sectors were shown, you were moved into try to fix one of the broken ships that had been damaged in battle. Unfortunately, another newbie hadn’t secured the loose section of panel and, while you were fixing some of the wiring, it fell right on top of you. Scotty rushed over, helping you out with the aid of several others before demanding you go to the medical bay. For some reason, you felt more fear about going there than you did when you realised that panel was going to fall on you. You had a deep fear of doctors and hospitals. You managed to stop Scotty from escorting you there himself when you said if you had had a broken bone, you would know it. No, you were just a little bruised, that was all. With reluctance, he had dropped his demands and given you a week off to heal properly. he noticed you walked with a limp and decided that you were stubborn as a mule but he needed to do something. -------time skip ------------- You sat in the canteen, your meal barely touched as you sat totally engulfed in the book you were reading. It was a little busier than normal, but you didn’t mind because you were able to drown out the voices as white noise. Until you saw someone approach you out of the corner of your eye. You glanced up to see a new face. A man, with dark hair and a strong jaw line. His features seemed set in a mild annoyance but he was certainly handsome to look at. “Do you mind?” He nodded to the free seat at your table. He was carrying a tray with a cup on it along with a sandwich. He was probably on his break. But he wasn’t wearing a uniform, which means he wasn’t on a break. Maybe he had not long finished a shift and decided to change. It wasn’t uncommon for staff to change into normal clothes to eat after long shifts. “No, go ahead.” You respond with a smile. “Are you new?” he asks as he sat down, taking the cup of coffee and plate off his tray to slip the tray down the side. The table was rather small and it would have taken up a good chunk. “Yes, Ive been here about 2 months now.” You nod, your attention distracted from your book to the gentleman sitting at your table. “I suppose that relatively new on this ship.” He looks to his right before taking a sip of his coffee. You let out a small chuckle before reaching for your empty cup. “Are you going to be here a bit? Could you watch my things while I grab a drink?” You shake the cup slightly and the man nods. Getting to your feet, you go over to the coffee machine and make yourself another drink. There was something a little intriguing about the man who had just sat beside you. You were more sure than not that if this hadn’t been a work environment, you might have allowed yourself to admit you were attracted to him. But you chocked back the feelings and returned to the table. “You’re limping.” He stated in a rather harsh voice that made you raise an eyebrow at him. “Slightly, yes.” You sip on your drink, a little taken aback by his words. “Have you seen the med bay about it?” He places his coffee down, his full attention on you. “Well, no.” You drop your gaze, unsure why he seemed to care so much. “Why? If you’re injured, isn’t that what they are there for?” He raises an eyebrow at you, seeming to question if you knew what a med bay was. “I know. I just, umm. Im not the biggest fan of doctors.” You admit, a little sheepishly as your cheeks flared up red. You didn’t know why you were offering an explanation to this stranger when you didn’t even offer it to Scotty, you had known for longer. “they aren’t a band, you don’t have to buy a ticket.” He frowns, apparently unsure of your meaning. But his response made you laugh. “No, no, no.” You giggle, batting your hand at him as you managed to calm yourself down a little more to put it into words. “I don’t like them. I never have. Hospitals, nurses, needles, they all make me really uncomfortable.” “Oh.” Was all he said as he sat back, his attention turning to his coffee. “Besides, im not badly hurt. Just a little bruised. Nothings bleeding or broken.” You defended yourself as you took another drink. For a moment, the two of you sat in a uncomfortable silence, broken by the sipping of liquid before the man spoke. “I got hurt a few missions ago. Got a nasty bruise on my back. I still have some of the healing cream in my quarters.” He spoke carefully, not looking at you but seeming more interested in the coffee at the bottom of his cup. “Healing cream?” You asked, a little unsure. “Yes, its meant to help with any swelling and calming bruising. I had a few tubes of it and I only used one. Ive got 2 unopened. They’re yours if you want them.” He looked at you, and you saw something in his eyes. He seemed to generally care and be concerned about you. “Well, that would be nice.” You nod. It would be good if you could get the bruising down quicker. The two of you finished your drinks and you closed over your book before realising you didn’t know his name, nor did he know yours. “Im [y/n], by the way.” You extend your hand to him as you two walked out of the food hall. “Leonard McCoy.” He shook your hand. ------- time skip ----------- “It will get infected.” Leonard chastised you as he looked at your palm which was slip open. “Im sure it’ll be fine.” You pulled your hand back, wishing you had never shown him your latest injury. After meeting in that café, you and Bones had grown rather close. It had only been a month, but you saw him nearly every day after your shift. “You need to go to the medical bay. You need stitches.” He stood up, forgetting about his own dinner. “No, ive told you a thousand times.” You turned back to your meal, eating it with your good hand. “Why not?” Bones collapsed back into his chair, thankful the hall was nearly deserted so no one could see him freaking out. “Because I don’t trust them.” You couldn’t hid the anger in your voice. you were annoyed at how he kept pushing you and pushing you. But there was a short pause as Bones stared at you. “Do you trust me?” he asked, his voice softer than before. It was no longer commanding you, but more becoming. You looked over to him, confused by his question. But you knew the answer nonetheless. “Yes.” You nodded slightly. Bones stood up and took your good hand. Without a word, he guided you through the halls towards the medical bay. You had never been there before and you fought your instinct to run in the opposite direction. Mainly because you were intrigued by Bones. Why had he asked you such a question? What relevance did it have to the slice in your palm. You were so preoccupied with the question, you didn’t realise you had passed through the first set of door into the medical bay. There were beds on both sides of you with sheet screens that some had pulled around. One bed had blood on it that the nurse was stripping. You froze as your eyes fell on some medical equipment. But Bones moved his hand to your back and stared you guide you through the area into the back office at a gentle pace. Inside was part office, part examination room. It reminded you of a doctors room from back on earth. On the wall was a few plaque and medical certificates as well as a book shelf with medical books. Bones motioned for you to sit on the examination bed in the corner, which you did without objection. Bones then came over to you with a small tray of medical things including antibacterial wipes, creams, a needle, the stitches and needle and a few other things you couldn’t recognise and he placed the tray beside you. he took your bad hand and turned it over so your palm was facing the ceiling. He then used a wipe to dap away some of the dried blood before picking up the needle. You went to yank your hand away from him but he looked up at you. “You have to trust me. I wont hurt you.” He said, his eyes pleading for you to believe him. And you did. You nodded and closed your eyes tight and gritting your teeth. You felt the small prick of the needle entering your palm in 3 places around the wound but never actually inside it. Once it was done, you felt your hand start to feel strange. “What…” you trailed off as you tried to move your fingers but they felt weird. “It’s numbing your hand. You wont feel a thing when I do the stitches.” Bones clarified for you as he pulled a office chair over so he could sit down. Your eyes moved across the room until they fell on the medical degree. “You, youre the head of the medical bay, aren’t you? you’re a doctor?” You breath, your eyes skimming the name on the degree again and again. “yes.” Was all Bones said to you as he rearranged the tray is if he was feeling awkward. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?” You ask, feeling a little hurt. He must have purposefully have kept that information from you. “You never asked.” Bones replied a little too quickly. He reached to take your now numb hand but you pulled it back. “Earlier you asked if I trusted you. and I said yes. How do I know I can trust you now?” you felt the fear running through your body. Bones looked at you before signing and leaning back in his chair. “I wanted to say something sooner. But Scotty said you would be terrified of me. So I didn’t.” He explained, but didn’t answer your question. “What does Scotty have to do with this?” You ask, more confused now than ever. “He asked me to try and discreetly make sure you weren’t in too much pain or danger.” Bones said. “Oh, so the only reason you’ve been spending time with me is because of Scotty?” You ask, shocked as you blinked back tears. You had really grown to care for Bones, and the thought that it was all a ruse made your heart break in two. “When I sat with you first, yes. But ever since then? No, its because I enjoy your company. And the longer I left it, the harder it got to tell you.” He shakes his head, frowning to himself as he silently cursed Scotty. “Why?” You asked again. “I don’t want you to be scared of me or ruin the connection we have.” He paused before looking up at you, his eyes betraying him and showing how scared and anxious he was. His answer made you stop. It was true. The two of you got along like a house on fire. You could speak for hours at a time and never run out of subjects. You had heard a little about the head of the medical sector being grumpy and he didn’t like to socialise very often. So you had never made the connection between him and Bones. Maybe you should have paid more attention. Signing, you held out your hand to Bones. “I trust you.” You whisper, wiping away your tears on the back of your sleeve. “Thank you.” Bones nodded, taking your injured hand in his own as he set to work, stitching. You looked away the entire time, but before you knew it, he was done. He wrapped your hand in a bandage. “Ill need to change this in a few days and look at the stitches. But I can come to your quarters if you don’t want to come back here.” He looks up at you. “hmm, I think you should come to my quarters. But only because im lazy and you betrayed me.” You joked, laughing a little as you turned your now bandaged hand over and admired how well he had done. “I am sorry.” Bones said, the genuine apology portrayed by his cracked voice. “I know.” You nod, more to yourself than to him. You jump off the bed and stand up. Bones immediately get up from his chair, making sure you weren’t going to faint or stumble. It made you giggle. you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him before he could protest. “Thank you.” You whispered in his ear as you closed your eyes. Bone’s arms wrapped around your waist and he returned the hug, holding you close. “anything you need, I’ll always help you.” He whispers back. In that moment, you forgave the small white lies he had said, or at least that he hadn’t said he was a doctor. “Besides, it might be beneficial for me to have my own personal doctor. Im always in the wars.” You giggle, pulling back to see him smiling down at you. “so I’ve seen.” He chuckles as he starts to guide you out of his office again. “Where are we going?” You ask, sticking closer to him and avoiding looking around the medical bay. “to get something to eat.” Bones replied. “Ah yes, since you dragged me away from my meal.” You shot him a dirty look which you couldn’t keep for long without laughing. Bones once again chuckled at you. but he was also glad he still had your trust.
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