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saveyourblood · 28 days ago

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Pretty Boy - Ch 6 (Buddie x Reader)

Summary: You can feel Buck staring. When your eyes meet his, you realize he’s staring at your hand, which is still on Eddie’s knee. You slowly retreat, which makes Buck turn his attention to your face. You smile softly. He just looks out the window. The one where you’re an advanced paramedic, Buck and Eddie are firefighters, and you think you might be in love with both of them.

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Chapter Summary: The tension between you and Buck brings you and Eddie closer.

Word Count: 3.3k Warnings: none

Things between you and Buck are… weird. Awkward. Uncomfortable. The last time you had a real conversation with him, it was a fight, but it ended with you saying how much you care about him. It’s left you feeling like there’s an open wound on your chest, one that exposes your heart. You feel vulnerable, and you hate it. Your hatred of the feeling triumphs over your desire to be around him, at least for now.

In a weird silver lining, your lack of time with Buck has created room for one of your other coworkers — Eddie. Talking to Eddie when Buck was around always felt strange, like there was something in the air that wasn’t supposed to be. Which is funny, because when it’s the two of them, they’re as thick as thieves. Something about you being in the mix feels like adding oil to water.

You like to think you’ve gotten to know Eddie relatively well in the last few weeks. So when he’s staring off into space while the rest of the team is eating breakfast, you don’t feel awkward asking what he’s thinking about.

“Nothing,” he says, turning his coffee mug absentmindedly. “Just… this new school with Christopher.”

“Don’t think it’s a good fit?” You ask.

“No, it’s perfect,” Eddie replies, turning his attention to you.

You smile softly. “Then what’s the problem?”

“They need to do a family interview.”

“Again, what’s the problem?” you chuckle. “I mean, aren’t the divorce and custody agreement papers enough?”

“They would be… if I had them.”

You frown. “What?”

Eddie sighs as he rubs his forehead. He leans closer so you’re the only one who can hear him. “We’re still married.”

Apparently, you don’t know a goddamn thing about Eddie.

“Oh,” is all you manage to get out.

Eddie chuckles briefly. “Yeah.”

“Wow. Just… from how you talk about her, you made it sound like things were… over over. Like, officially over.”

“ Shannon and I aren’t officially… anything these days.”

“You’re officially husband and wife.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, but he smiles as he does it. “Touché.”

“What’re you gonna do?” you ask softly after a moment.

He sets his elbows on his knees and clasps his hands together. “I don’t know.”

You just watch him and can’t shake the helplessness that washes over you. Eddie’s in a tough spot; no matter what you say, you can’t fix it. All you can do is be there.

“Tell me what I can do,” you say.

Eddie looks up at you with a lopsided grin. There aren’t many things you wouldn’t do to keep it on his face.

“I’ve been told I’m a lot of fun when I drink,” you continue. “Well, when I have three drinks I’m fun: that’s when I get dancy. After five drinks, I get sad. You can pick the number.”

Eddie laughs.

9-1-1 dispatch is down, making doing your job almost impossible. LA is a maze; without GPS navigation, you rely on your phone and eyes to do most of the work. It’s a miracle that dispatch existed before computers.

You’re in the passenger’s seat of the rig, and you tell Hen to make a right turn. When you pull up to what’s supposed to be the scene, though, there’s nothing.

“Dispatch, this is RA 118,” you say into the radio. “There’s nothing here.”

“No pregnant woman?” A dispatcher asks.

“There’s no building. It’s an empty lot.”

“Stand by, 118.”

You hang the radio with a huff.

“What’s going on with you?” Hen asks.

You frown and look over at her. “What?”

“You’ve been… off lately,” she explains. “Like, you’ve got this short fuse now.”

“Why shouldn’t I? We can’t even do our fucking jobs because some moron can’t fix a computer!”

Hen raises her eyebrows.

“Okay, point taken.”

“Buck says you two haven’t talked in a while.”

“Well, he’s a firefighter and I’m a paramedic. We can work the same shift and not see each other,” you shrug. “ I don’t know why he’s talking to you about it.”

“I’m not sure, but… it sounded like I’m not the only one worried about you.”

You play with your hands in your lap.

Hen sighs. “Look, I don’t know what happened between you two, but I hope it gets fixed, because you two are miserable without each other.”

“It’s not like that-”

Hen raises a hand to silence you. “I don’t know what you guys are… best friends, work spouses, or dating. Frankly, I don’t care. All I know is that, for better or for worse, you need each other. “

“118, you're gonna need to proceed to San Vicente, east of the Miracle Mile District,” dispatch crackles over the radio. “The nearest cross street is Sixth.”

You pick it up and push the button. “RA 118, copy that.”

“Where the hell have you guys been?”

When you finally arrive at the correct building, you’re faced with a pregnant woman lying on the lobby floor. A small crowd has formed around them, which you push your way through.

“We are fighting a system outage, sir,” Bobby explains, “we apologize for the delay.”

You crouch next to the patient on one side while Hen starts an IV on the other side.

“Hi,” you introduce yourself and don some gloves. “What’s your name?”

“Sonia. I’m 39 weeks pregnant, and 38 years old, which makes me a geriatric pregnancy,” she laughs a little. “God, I hate that word.”

“Word doesn’t matter: you still get a baby out of it,” you smile. “I’m gonna check how progressed you are, okay?”

She nods.

“10 centimeters, 100% effaced,” you observe. “You’re doing great, okay? On this next contraction, you’re gonna push, alright, Sonia?”

She doesn’t respond, so you look up.

Her expression changed. A moment ago, she was nervous but smiling. Now, her face is flattened, and she’s staring ahead at nothing.

“There's something wrong with the baby,” she says quietly.

Your body goes numb.

There are a few things you never want to hear a patient say, and ‘something is wrong’ might be at the top of the list. It’s called ‘impending doom’ — there’s no obvious threat, but it feels like something is about to go terribly wrong. You’ve seen patients die within minutes of saying something doesn’t feel right.

“Your baby is fine, Sonia,” you assure. “You'll-you'll be able to see for yourself in just a minute.”

“No! No, this was a mistake, all of it,” Sonia cries. “Roger was right to panic. Look, we can't do this. I can't... I can't do this. I shouldn't have this child.”

“Hey! Hey, Sonia, look at me,” you say, patting her knee to get her attention.

It takes her a moment, but her eyes eventually meet yours.

“All you have to do is push,” you tell her. “That’s it, okay? Just push.”

She still looks terrified, yet she nods.

On the next contraction, Sonia pushes. You coach her through the contractions, telling her when to push and when to rest. It only takes a few rounds until the baby is fully born.

“He’s here!” you exclaim as you wrap the baby in a towel.

There’s some happy laughter and a round of applause from the crowd as the baby cries.

“Beautiful boy, it’s time you meet your mom,” you say as you move to place the baby on Sonia’s chest.

She’s staring at the ceiling, her expression slack.

“I’ve got the baby,” Eddie interrupts, taking the baby from you so you can work.

“Sonia?” you say, rubbing your knuckles on her sternum. She winces, but barely.

“I can’t get a systolic above 70,” Hen says as she deflates the blood pressure cuff.

“She’s cyanotic,” you say, noting the blue tinge to her lips and fingernails. “She’s in shock.”

“Hemorrhagic?” Hen questions.

“She’s barely bleeding,” you shake your head.

You press your fingers to her neck. You don’t feel a pulse.

“Lost a pulse, starting compressions!” you shout.

Everything starts to move a hell of a lot quicker. Within seconds, the defibrillator is at your side, and as you compress Sonia’s chest, Hen is placing the pads. Eddie has a finger on her neck to ensure your compressions are effective.

When you get Sonia on the gurney, Eddie tags you out as the compressor to give you a break. Your entire body shakes with adrenaline, yet you help pack her into the rig and climb inside.

“She was fine,” Eddie mutters as he compresses. “Birth was going like clockwork, even for a geriatric pregnancy.”

“Sudden despair and fear and anxiety, rapid loss of BP, subsequent cardiovascular collapse…” you think aloud. It dawns on you. “Oh my god.”

“What?”

You’re reaching for your phone, dialing the phone number of the hospital you’re heading to. “It’s an Amniotic Fluid Embolism.”

Eddie looks over to you. His brow is damp with sweat. “She could be in DIC.”

“She needs Mass Transfusion Protocol,” you agree. You raise the phone to your ear. “LA general, this is RA 118 en route, I need to speak to your ER charge nurse.”

When you’re rolling through the ER doors, you’re kneeling over Sonia on the gurney as you do compressions. Doctors and nurses are shouting directions at each other, but all you focus on is your arms moving up and down.

You hop off so they can move her off of the gurney and onto the hospital bed. In the process, you notice that the defibrillator is showing Sonia’s in Ventricular Tachycardia — a shockable rhythm.

“V-Tach,” you say normally at first, then shout. “V-Tach! Everyone clear!”

The ER staff has no idea who you are, but when someone shouts those words, anyone with a medical background knows to listen. Everyone backs away with their hands raised. After hitting the ‘charge’ button, you do a quick survey to ensure no one is touching Sonia. Then, you hit the lightning bolt to deliver a shock.

Sonia’s body jerks at the electricity. The EKG tracing goes from tombstone shapes to a flatline. Then, there’s a beep and a QRS complex. Then another, and another.

“Got a pulse!” a random voice shouts.

You make your way out of the trauma bay and into the hallway, where Eddie’s waiting for you.

“That was… amazing,” Eddie says.

You stand next to him wordlessly. You nod but then let out a sob as you collapse against the wall.

Eddie helps lower you to the floor. He keeps a hand on your shoulder, squeezing tightly.

“God, this is embarrassing,” you remark between a few sobs.

“It isn’t,” Eddie immediately responds. “We’ve all been there.”

“It’s, uh, it’s how my mom died,” you say with a sad laugh. “They didn’t catch it in time. She bled to death internally. I just… I don’t know what I would’ve done if she didn’t pull through.”

“She did,” Eddie says, moving his hand from your shoulder to your knee. “She pulled through because of you.”

You nod again, wiping away some of your tears. “Thank you.”

Eddie nods in return. You notice that his gaze goes from your eyes to your lips and back up to your eyes.

It happens in the smallest of movements, but before you know it, your forehead is pressed against Eddie’s. You can feel his breath on your mouth. You quietly gasp at the sensation, and it makes him sigh.

You press your lips together. “You’re married.”

“She wants a divorce,” Eddie whispers.

You smile sadly. “You’re still married.”

Eddie sighs again, but this time, he moves away from you.

“I’m not saying it can never happen,” you say quietly. “All I’m saying is that I’m not that kind of girl. And you definitely aren’t that kind of guy.”

Eddie nods, his mouth shifting into a few different expressions.

You rise to your feet and offer Eddie a hand. “Let’s get back to work, Edmundo.”

Eddie laughs genuinely at the use of his full name. He takes your hand and uses it to help get himself up, but he continues holding it when he’s standing.

“Back to work,” he agrees and squeezes your hand before letting go.

You’re heading out a scene call, fire in progress with multiple victims suspected. You’re driving the rig while Eddie sets up the back. The 118 is the nearest firehouse, so your unit will be the first on the scene. It comes with a lot of responsibility, but you know you and Eddie are ready for it.

That is, until there’s a massive ‘BOOM’ from behind you.

You immediately pull over and look in your rearview. The engine following behind you is now on fire and lying on its side in the middle of the intersection. You can see a few firefighters lying on the pavement.

“Eddie, grab our bags!” you shout as you unclick your seatbelt.

You fly out of the rig and meet Eddie in the back. Instead of handing you your bag, he sets a hand on your shoulder and pushes you both to the side of the ambulance.

“What the hell?” You ask.

“There’s a bomber,” he says in a low tone.

“What?” you ask again, peering to the side of him.

Sure enough, there’s a kid — no older than twenty — with several pipe bombs strapped to his chest. He’s holding what appears to be the detonator in his hand. Someone is laying at his feet, his leg pinned under the passenger side of the engine.

Buck was sitting in the passenger’s seat.

You try rushing forward again, and Eddie grabs you by the waist this time.

“It’s Buck!” you scream as you struggle against him.

“I know,” Eddie says, his arms wrapped around you as he presses your back to his chest.

“We have to do something!” you cry, still thrashing against Eddie.

“We have to wait for the scene to clear,” Eddie explains. It’s more than a little annoying how calm he sounds. “If you go in now, both of you could die.”

“So what, we just let him die?” You ask, but you’ve stopped fighting.

Eddie doesn’t say anything, but his grip around you loosens. Eventually, you feel his arms drop back to his sides. That’s when you make a run for it.

You make it far enough to catch the bomber’s attention. You raise your hands in the air.

“I’m not who you want,” you explain, “I just want to help him. He has nothing to do with this. He has friends and family… he’s my family. Please, just let me help him.”

The bomber looks from you to Buck, then back at you. “He’s collateral damage.”

“Is that how you see yourself?” Bobby interrupts. He approaches with his hands raised.

The bomber’s attention shifts to Bobby, the person he’s been after this whole time. You use it as a window of opportunity to approach Buck slowly. When you finally reach him, you crouch down by his head.

“Hey, Pretty Boy,” you say softly. You set a hand on his head. “How’re you feeling?”

His left leg is the one that’s pinned, and he’s lying on his stomach. He tries to look up at you. “You shouldn’t be here. It’s not safe.”

“I could say the same thing to you,” you joke. You move your hand to his neck. “Are you in pain?”

“No, just kind of numb,” he says. “That’s not good, right?”

Your heart sinks. “You’re in shock: it’s normal.”

Bobby manages to distract the bomber long enough to subdue him. As the bomber gets rushed off, the rest of your team rushes in.

“Eddie, start two lines, wide open,” you instruct. “Hen, get him in the C-collar.”

You dig in the medi bag for a tourniquet. As you apply it, you try to drown out the sound of Buck crying out in pain.

“How are we doing?” Bobby asks as you stand.

“We’re out of time,” you mumble. “We need to get him out and to the nearest trauma center.”

Any extra body moves to the truck, waiting for the count to lift it. You place yourself in front of Buck, taking both of his hands.

“We’re gonna get you out,” you promise.

He nods slightly.

“Okay, my count,” you say as you move your hands to underneath his arms. “1… 2… 3!”

As everyone begins to push, you start pulling on Buck. He isn’t budging.

“It’s too heavy,” Bobby says.

“We got anything on the truck we can use for leverage?” Eddie suggests.

“No, we need more people,” Chim says, picking up his radio. “Dispatch, this is 118…”

There’s some clattering from across the way. Bystanders are pushing through the barricades to help. This time, you’re able to get him out.

You get him on the backboard, then onto the gurney. The whole time, you’re telling him that he did a good job and that he’ll be okay. As you’re running with him to the ambulance, he mumbles something. Once you’re settled into the rig, you ask him to repeat himself.

“You’re my family, too,” he mutters.

You wait in the waiting room the whole time Buck is in surgery. When he makes it out of recovery and to the ICU room, you don’t leave his side. You’re sure visiting hours are over, but you stay out of the nurse’s way. She doesn’t say anything; she just gives you a sympathetic look every once in a while.

You hear him stir a little bit. You look up from your phone to see Buck blinking awake.

“Welcome back,” you smile.

“You’re here,” he says, voice rough.

“Where else would I be?”

Buck looks around the room, slowly orienting himself. His eyes eventually land on his leg, which is in a cast and suspended in a sling. His eyes widen, and he lets out a few breaths as he tries to sit up.

“Okay, okay,” you set a hand on his shoulder, gently pushing him back. “It’s gonna be okay.”

“Is it?” Buck asks. “Did you talk to the doctor? Did he say anything about how the surgery went?”

“Just that you made it through,” you say softly. “And you're now the proud owner of one titanium rod and four beautifully cobalt-chromed screws.”

“Before they wheeled me in, he, uh… he said he didn't know how it was gonna go.”

You take his hand gently. “You’ll walk again, Buck.”

“Yeah, h-he said… he said he was pretty confident about that. He, uh, he just... he didn't know if I would ever… work again.”

You run a hand over your face. “Okay, I'm not gonna lie to you and tell you everything will work out how you want it to. But what I will say is that we should take this moment to be glad that you’re alive.”

“I’m really sorry about our fight,” Buck apologizes.

You laugh. “Buck, that is… so far from being important right now.”

“No, it isn’t,” he insists. “It wasn’t fair, how I reacted. I’m proud of you. I was just… scared.”

“Scared of what?”

“Losing you,” he admits quietly.

“Yeah, well, I was pretty scared of that today, so we’re definitely even,” you joke. Your smile softens and you squeeze his hand. “I’m not going anywhere.”

You move your hand to his forehead. You trail it down to his cheek, letting it rest for a moment. You turn your body to face him better. His eyes are closed, which you’re grateful for because if he were looking at you, you wouldn’t have the guts to do what you want to do.

You kiss him. It’s hesitant at first, and when he doesn’t react right away, you start to pull back. Before you can, Buck has his hand on the back of your neck, pulling you in closer. Your hand moves from his cheek down his neck and eventually rests on his chest. You only pull away when your lungs are burning from lack of air.

Buck traces his thumb over your lips. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

You blush, laugh, and bury your face in the crook of his neck.

Ch 7

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delilahsturniolo · 13 days ago

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no body, no crime.

— m.s

find other parts on my masterlist!

(FINALE)

chapter 7 . . . the beginning of the end

in which . . . you and matt are private investigators, trying to solve a murder from years ago.

warnings . . . kissing, a bit of physical fighting.

written by @delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify any of my works. do not take inspiration without permission or credits. happy reading! :)

the news had finally spread, everyone knew. the whole town was talking about it, and all you could do was pretend you knew nothing.

you and matt were sitting in a cozy cafe, it was around 11 in the morning. matt sipped his coffee delicately, as your eyes were glued to your phone, you read the news headline.

MAX JONES, DEAD AT 56 YEARS OLD. STABBED BY HIS DAUGHTER, GIANNA JONES, WHO IS NOW IN CUSTODY.

fuck, it was wrong. it was so wrong. it was a sick, and twisted move you made, and you had to live with that. although she did drug you, you couldn’t help but feel bad.

the word had already spread about max killing emily and justin, however. everyone was praising you and matt like crazy for your discoveries. and honestly, you were glad it was all over.

“matt.” you tapped the table lightly, snapping him out of his thoughts. he put down his mug, his blue eyes looking at you softly.

“hm?” he replied.

“look.” you said, showing matt your phone. “they arrested gianna.” matt’s eyes widened as he skimmed through the article. he sighed and handed your phone back to you.

“how are you feeling? after…you know, everything that happened?” matt asked you, resting his chin in the palm of his hand.

“i feel…” you trailed off for a moment. “relieved?” you laughed nervously, matt chuckled at your response.

“you’re relieved?” matt taunted, you simply just shrugged your shoulders. “i guess i’m just in a state of shock, i didn’t think we were capable of solving it. especially after everyone doubted us, you know?” you confessed, matt nodded in understanding.

“i get it, i do. you wanted to prove yourself, you wanted to prove everyone wrong, you were determined to. and i knew damn well i couldn’t stop you. once you’re invested in something, you just don’t stop digging. but you did it, it’s because of you we figured this out, you know that right? and i never give that much credit to anyone.” matt explained.

you smiled warmly at him. “thank you, matt. i really appreciate you. thank you for doing this with me, even though i sort of peer pressured you.” you joked, making matt giggle.

“of course, love.” matt smiled back at you, the nickname jumping out at you. needless to say, you didn’t mind it at all.

“come on, let’s head back to headquarters to debrief.” matt got up from his chair, reaching his hand out for you to take. you intertwined your fingers with his as he pulled you out of your chair gently.

next stop: silver stone agency headquarters.

20 minutes later . . .

you and matt walked into headquarters, it was lively as usual. drones and machinery functioning all over the place, agents scrambling from room to room as usual. however, as you walked in, you spotted someone you couldn’t believe you were seeing.

gianna, fuck.

you and matt exchanged a look of shock, and surprise. she was being escorted inside and searched by other agents. however, she then looked over at you, her face dropping as she spotted you.

“you. you bitch!” gianna screamed, breaking free from the agent’s grasp and approaching. you backed up, gasping as she grabbed you by your collar, slamming you against a nearby wall.

you grunted in pain as she did this. “you fucking did this! you framed me you idiot!” she screamed in your face, as soon as she could say another word matt and one other guard pulled her off of you with aggression, holding her back and away from you.

matt let go of her, standing in front of you with a sense of protectiveness as 2 agents began to take her away.

“i will get my revenge, i’ll fucking kill you one day!” gianna yelled from a distance, her figure disappearing as she was dragged away.

your chest was rising and falling quickly, as your heart was racing from adrenaline. that was the absolute last thing you were expecting. matt came over, patting your body in different spots as his eyes were seemingly worried.

“are you okay, y/n? she didn’t hurt you, did she?” matt asked frantically, you shook your head, catching your breath.

“i’m okay, matt.” you reassured him, matt sighed heavily and let you go.

before matt could say another word, you heard someone clear their throat abruptly. you turned around, only to see the lead detective of silver stone agency, detective thornhill standing in the doorway of his office.

“detective y/n, detective sturniolo…may i have a word with you?” he scratched the back of his head, waiting for your reply.

“detective thornhill! yes, of course.” matt nodded, grabbing your arm and pulling you off the wall. you wondered what this was going to be about.

as you stepped into thornhill’s office, he instructed you both to sit down, and so you did, detective thornhill sat in front of you and matt.

“i’d like to congratulate and praise you both for your hard work. this discovery has created history, you solved a cold case from years ago, that even the police couldn’t solve. this is a huge accomplishment, you both should be proud of yourselves.” detective thornhill praised the both of you.

you and matt exchanged an excited look as detective thornhill spoke. “and, i’m sure you’ve heard about gianna’s arrest, right?” thornhill mentioned, you and matt nodded.

“her trial will be held tomorrow, she doesn’t stand a chance, though. there’s more than enough evidence to put her in jail. however, we’d like you both to be there, to also speak publicly about what really happened.” thornhill explained.

“we’d be honored.” matt agreed, detective thornhill nodded with satisfaction.

“perfect. detective sturniolo, could you possibly step out for a moment?” thornhill requested, matt furrowed his eyebrows, but proceeded to stand up anyways.

“of course.” he said as he opened the door, leaving you and detective thornhill alone.

“is—is everything okay?” you asked, your leg bouncing with anxiety as you waited in anticipation for what he was going to say to you.

“y/n, i just wanted to show you something.” he spoke, his voice oddly soft, but shaky.

he opened a drawer, pulling out a ziploc bag. he opened it and took out what was inside, putting it in his palm and extending it out to you.

“i believe this is yours?” he questioned.

your earring, he held your earring. why did he have it?

“yeah, that’s mine.” you confirmed, taking it out of his hands. you felt your ear, not even realizing you were missing an earring.

“detective y/n, while we were investigating gianna’s home…your earring was found on the kitchen counter.” detective thornhill told you.

what!?

“oh.” was all you could reply with, which didn’t set the best impression for you. it must have fell out of your ear when you were spitting out the tea gianna had drugged you with. you were even more nervous than before. he couldn’t know you were in gianna’s house the night max died.

“you don’t have an explanation as to how it got there?” detective thornhill raised an eyebrow at you, as if he was interrogating you.

“it..it must’ve fell out when me and detective sturniolo were at gianna’s house to interview her a while ago, when we had just started the case.” you lied right through your teeth.

detective thornhill nodded in understanding, standing. “alright, thank you for your time, detective y/n.” he said, seeming to buy your story. you felt a sense of relief as you stood up as well, saying goodbye to detective thornhill before stepping out of his office. to say you were lucky was an understatement.

1 month later . . .

It was over, it was all finally over. gianna was now in jail, you figured out what really happened to emily and justin, you and matt shared the news with the public. you and matt received awards for your findings, you both are heavily respected in your company.

and it was all possible because of matt, all because he agreed to help you and feed into your delusions, which turned out to be true.

you didn’t let anyone stop you, despite all the people who doubted your suspicions, you proved them dead wrong. and you were proud, really damn proud.

you were glad you and matt could finally bring some closure to a case that had many unanswered questions. it took a lot of trial and error, hard work and a lack of sleep, but you did it. and you could even say, you gained something even more. or, someone.

you and matt were in his office. matt quickly made sure to lock the room door before approaching you. he placed his hands on your waist, lifting you up with ease and placing you down to sit on his desk, he stood between your legs.

you giggled softly as he leaned in, his soft and supple lips crashing against yours with no hesitation whatsoever. your hands tangled into his hair, your other hand traveling up his chest slowly.

the only sounds in the room were the noises of you both kissing and your heavy breathing. his hand traveled to the side of your neck, pulling you in closer as he tilted his head to the side, gaining more access to your mouth.

he tasted amazing, you craved him. you didn’t want to let go at all, neither did matt. the kiss was slow, but sensual and passionate. matt groaned into the kiss as his lips continued to dance against yours, you felt his stubble scratching against your cheek as he did so.

matt soon pulled away, his gaze soft as he looked down at you, his hands gripping your hips tightly. you smiled and pressed a kiss to his jaw.

“i love you, y/n.” matt whispered to you, his words slipping out of his mouth with love and care. if you told your old self that you were kissing your co-worker, matthew sturniolo? you’d laugh, you wouldn’t believe it.

“i love you too, sturniolo.” you spoke, not breaking eye contact with him for a second. his black framed glasses were loose on the tip of his nose, you pushed them back up slowly, running your fingers through his soft hair. he smiled at your affectionate gesture.

it was meant to be, it was fate. this case brought you two together. it created a bond that you never knew you needed in your life.

and it was great, life was great.

for now…

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a/n 💌: DID WE LIKEEEE?

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wintercloudyweather · 7 months ago

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(note the art is from the official Honkai Bilibili page in Chinese)

I’m a big fan of found family troupes and I just recently watch “Instant” Family.

So I had this brainrot for while now where Seele, Jing Yuan, Luocha and the Stellaron Hunter trio were turn into kids by an emanator of Aha as a prank. So now Trailblazer and Firefly are now responsible for taking care of 6 children with little recollection of their adult selves. So lets start with some general fluffy headcannons

Seele

•Seele gives wild child energy, she’s rebellious and spunky at first but she is also when to be responsible

•She probably runs around the Astral express all day without slowing down.

•She does help clean up messes especially when it her or the other children’s fault.

•She sometimes listen to the radio but gets board after a while. She often hangs out with PomPom exploring ever inch of the astral express.

•While she rarely starts fights she makes sure to finish them and she doesn’t hesitate to throw hands wether your man, woman or child. If you mess with her you better believed that she is going to get even.

•She knows how to sew and is often repairs her and the other kids clothes as she doesn’t want to spend any money as she is very thrifty. She even joins the Trailblazer sometimes in Garbage rummaging to see if she can find any spare fabrics or items she can reuse

•She loves to watch Grandpa Welt make animations all day and She is loves watching Sam all day thinking that she’s a real life superhero.

•Her favorite game is hide and seek as she can either play the part of the seeker and hunt other people down or she can use her quantum powers and disappear among the sea of butterflies to hide all day. Trailblazer and Firefly were particularly anxious when its been hours since Seele “hid” and they couldn’t find her, they even had to coax her to come out of hiding with ice cream.

• She gets along with the other five but she isn’t particularly close with any of them. She likes playing fighting games with Silver Wolf but she rather spar In real life. Blade, Kafka and Luocha unnerves her for some reason and she find Jing Yuan too lax for her liking.

•Bronya wanted to take full custody of Seele that almost led to a heated court trial under the IPC, She managed to relent and gave sole custody of Child! Seele to the astral express with the stipulation of nightly video calls. Himeko even talked with Bronya about ways to contact Sampo to see if he knows any way to reverse the Childification of the 6 children.

•Seele likes Natasha and when the trailblazer is at Belebog she often goes to Nat’s clinic and helps her with a few errands. She is an honorary member of the moles and is quite close with Pitch Dark Hook the Great. Hates Sampo guts though. She also hates how Luka teases her.

Jing Yuan

• Jing Yuan true to his title, is the sleepy kid. He sleeps alot, only ever being awake when he finds something interesting.

• He can often be found dozing in the strangest of places from The Data Bank to behind a potted plant, ever nook and cranny are Jing Yuan’s potential nap spots

•He loves playing chess and any other board games, it one of the few things he finds interesting so if you want him to be serious then just set the game and its match!

•He loves playing with cats and often tries to sneak them on the express at the expense of PomPom’s rage and Firefly’s scolding him. One time he tried to sneak in a whole lion cub, but was unfortunately caught and grounded by Firefly.

•He has very neat handwriting

• He has a strange obsession with Dan Heng, with him being Jing Yuan “Favorite” person, often sleeping in the Data Bank and helping Dan Heng organize the Bank.

•He still has lighting Lord so if at any time he or the other kids are in danger he’ll summon it.

•Him and the Trailblazer are more like brothers but you often can’t tell which is the older one based on their attitudes.

• He and Seele are ok with each other often having a distant but amicable relationship, they sometimes join forces to reel the Stellaron Trio. Him and Silverwolf often play games with him winning any game that isn’t a video game. He tried to befriend Child! Blade with little success as the latter brushes him off constantly. He disliked Luocha for constantly lying and he doesn’t trust Kafka as well.

•Fu Xuan teased him all about his new Child! Form and assert dominance as she and Jing Yuan are the same height now only to be reminded that she is still shorter because she is wearing heels.

•Yanqing fins it odd that the General is so young now but they still spar quite often, he considers calls this Jing Yuan as “Mini General”. Most of their fights often land in a draw

• Sushang and Guinafen tries to acts as the cool aunties to him as they basically drag him all over the luofu. Bailu and him become best friends as Child! Jing Yuan often helps her hide from the Alchemy commission.

•Yukong gifts Trailblazer and Firelfly some parenting tips as she knows how difficult it is to raise on child but she can only imagine how much stressful it is to raise six

•While initially the Xianzhou Luofu was in disarray over their “missing” general, Fu Xuan was able to foresee this and with the a little bit of Forgery managed to keep Jing Yuan child state as secret for now with Fu Xuan acting as the General due to Jing Yuan taking a much needed break.

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Note: I’ll do the other 4 later,

This is my first ever attempt at writing and actually posting it. I wanted to thank @moonsaver for inspiring me to write, their care package series is the phenomenal and Its a recommended read.

This brainrot was also partially inspired by the BNHA ao3 fanfic “I don’t run an orphanage” by Kyodon.

#honkai star rail #hsr #kafka #jing yuan #silver wolf #seele #hsr blade #hsr luocha #found family #headcanon

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in1-nutshell · 1 year ago

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MTMTE/LL Request Masterlist

Rodimus and Drift accidentally crash land and meet 10-year-old Human Buddy

Tall Bot Buddy doing the hand against the wall thing to their Conjux Rodimus

Megatron 'accidentally' adopting Human Buddy who fears nothing

Brainstorm having Twin sibling

Human Buddy records out of context sounds and sics them on unsuspecting bots (Tailgate, Rewind, and Swerve)

Megatron and Fearless Buddy who gets seriously hurt

Tailgate, Rodimus Prime, and Brainstorm react to Human Buddy throwing up on them on accident

Human Buddy and the Allspark

Brainstorm and Human Buddy who loves explosives

Fearless Buddy reaction to Megatron coming back from the other dimension

Bot Buddy from the TFP universe meeting MTMTE Rodimus Prime

Pregnant Human Buddy trying to explain Human Life to Rung, Nautica, Ambulon, Cyclonus, and Skids

Human Buddy who like goth style with Swerve, Tailgate, Rewind, Cyclonus, and Drift

Rodimus dating Tall Bot Buddy who's shy

Bot Buddy who is Megatron's sparkmate (its complicated) who was a former gladiator with Rodimus Prime, Nautica, and Ravage

Perceptor's younger sibling having a crush on Rodimus

Bot Buddy the Ex-con who comes off as quiet but is chatty with other Ex-con with Ultra Magnus, Rodimus Prime, and Nautica

Bot Buddy who has a fascination with Dino's with the Scavengers

Ratchet's daughter with the opposite personality meeting MTMTE Ratchet

Fearless Buddy meeting Old Predacon Buddy

Perceptor's younger sibling get kidnaped by the DJD

Bot Buddy with a fox alt mode with Ratchet, Drift, and Rodimus

Human Buddy who communicates in grunts, noises and likes to climb with Rodimus Prime, Cyclonus, Nautica, and First Aid

Bot Buddy the sparkling on the Lost Light with Skids, Rewind, and Ravage

Fearless Buddy gets a visit from TFP Bots

Bot Buddy Perceptor's younger sibling recovering from the DJD Kidnapping

Drift's twin the Con who was left behind on accident

What if... TFP Megatron's daughter with the opposite personality agreed to stay on the Lost Light?

Human Buddy in the custody battle of the Lost Light (Ratchet and Drift are the winners)

Fearless Buddy doing martial arts with Megatron and Drift

Steel Mauler meeting Rodimus Prime, Megatron and Ultra Magnus

Human Buddy (Dratchet's kid) meeting their bio parents again

Moonstreaker and Swerve pinning and Rodimus not noticing

Moonstreaker goes to Swearth

Rally Racer Buddy videos with Swerve, Rodimus, Whirl, and Ultra Magnus

Juno having a panic attack/ breakdown with Cygate, Whirl, and First Aid

Fearless Buddy meeting Ophelia and Ironhold

Bot Buddy the singer and being Swerve's Conjunx

3 Things that have happened on the Lost Light while Steel Mauler was visiting

Fearless turns Cybertronain

Moonstreaker snaps

Dratchet's kid meeting Fearless

Rung, Perceptor, and Moonstreaker react to Juno and Rodimus having a big fight

Bot Buddy from SG! and being Starscream's Conjunx

Bot Buddy trying to be Ratchet's apprentice

Fearless having an online crush and the Lost Light crew being the last to know

3 Times Moonstreaker and Swerve nearly kissed

IDW Ophelia

Perceptor and Brainstorm's adopted sparkling and the Scavengers

Rapidfire on the Lost Light

Bot Buddy being Conjunx with Whirl and taking care of scraplets

Maxima on the Lost Light

Wobbles and the Bullies

IDW Ophelia: Megatron's POV

Fearless and MTMTE Megatron meets TFA/TFE Silver Aid and their Megatron's

Moonstreaker realizing she is an outlier

MTMTE Steve meets MTMTE Ophelia

Ophelia's identity reveal?

Fearless VS Tarn

Fearless meeting their crush in person

Simpatico's encounter with the DJD

Bot Buddy being Ultra Magnus's apprentice

Moonstreaker and Swerve confess

Megatron finds out about Ophelia's identity

Fearless finds out about their crush...

Fearless meets Maxima

First Aid finding old videos of Wobbles

Fearless and Megatron Celebrating Father's Day

Juno and Rodimus sparkling announcement (Ft. Moonstreaker)

IDW Ironhold

Fearless and Alabaster

Drift with a daughter with the opposite personality

IDW Lithia

IDW Rapidfire

Simpatico and Juno in the same universe

5 Things that have happened during Juno's pregnancy

#transformers #transformers x reader #mtmte x reader #mtmte

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annachum · 3 months ago

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Older Maria Robotnik AU - what if she survived that Space Ark attack?

I have a what if of if Maria Robotnik turned out to be alive :

. Maria Robotnik actually managed to get to safety in Earth in her grandfather's hometown - Moscow.

. She began to stay at a girls boarding school house over there, becoming so interested in astrophysics and Sociology, all thr while grieving for the supposed death of her brother shadow

. She learned more about her family's past - how her grandfather and grandmother are amongst the many Russians who fought against the Romanov court

. Eventually she becomes a highly gifted astrophysicist who passionately fights for the breaking down of the ' Soviet Wall ' of the Cold War

. Fast forward to years later in the 00s, Maria Robotnik one time travels to MIT to guest speak in an astrophysics guest lecture.

. The Thorndykes all heard of the tale of Maria Robotnik and wondered if it could be her

. Maria personally changed her surname to Maria Yegorova ( after her mother's maiden name ) to avoid scrutiny from GUN after her granddad was taken custody and executed ( she was severely scarred at that news and won't speak for a week in that boarding school house when she heard the news )

. When Chris Thorndyke ( then 17 and already enrolled in MIT cuz he's an academic genius and jumped a few grades and was in 2nd year in MIT then ) tells an older Maria ( who was already happily married to a Russian biochemist, living in Moscow and have 3 children ) that Shadow is still alive somewhere, she is eager to meet him

. But Chris lost contact with Sonic and his friends at those points, so that didn't fall through ( Maria is understanding and empathetic about this )

. Fast forward to after the events of Sonic X, Chris finally can arrange a reunion with Shadow and Maria ( through Sonic's help )

. Cue Shadow rushing to Moscow to finally see her ( with Chris Thorndyke and his friends in tow )

. And an emotional reunion between long lost brother and sister ensues

. And then Shadow got to meet Maria's little family and becomes a ' snarky wine uncle ' to Maria's 3 children ( 2 daughters and a son )

Shadow ans Maria and her family stayed in contact through a space contact station Chris Thorndyke helped build after that

🤯🤯🥺🤯🥺🥺

Maria's husband be a tall, dark and handsome guy with black hair, tanned skin and buff figure

According to Maria, her husband kinda reminds her of Shadow and her granddad Gerard in some lights

Yeah I HC that Shadow can speak fluent Russian due to him being raised alongside Maria Robotnik

So yeah, Shadow is Russian coded

I guess Rouge is French - Japanese coded

Sonic is so Japanese American coded

And then Blaze is Arabian coded

I think Cosmo is Korean - Chinese coded

Ariem be Mongol coded

And Silver is Persian coded

Older Maria Robotnik in that What if kinda reminds me of Duchess from Aristocats, Sue Storm and Grace Kelly in some lights

🤩🤩🤯🤯🥺🤯🥺🥺

I imagine older Maria Robotnik in that What If to later on adapt her blonde hair to shoulder length curls

And still maintain often wearing blue and white, yet traded from her handmade floral dresses in her girlhood to elegant timeless styles with pearls as she grows older

I imagine older Maria Robotnik to often dress kinda like Grace Kelly, Diana Spencer and Sue Storm in spades

🤯🤯🤯🥺🤯🥺🥺

#maria robotnik #sonic #shadow #maria robotnik deserves better #russian maria robotnik #sonic what if #what if she survived?

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lumenflowered · 8 months ago

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An update. For the faint of heart and those who are thoroughly done with hearing of another universe's Team Rocket, I would recommend that you stop reading here with the knowledge that things should, hopefully, be largely improving from here.

Giovanni is dead. There was not much of a body left to recover, but from what I saw there... that was more blood than the human body can feasibly lose without bodily functions shutting down. I would have much preferred for him to surrender quietly but it is rather poetic, in a terrible way, that it was his own actions that led to his demise.

I am... truly, I am very glad that it did not have to be by my hand. I have seen far too much death. I have enacted far too much death, and if being in a new world truly does mean that someone like me can have a fresh start—and I am rather inclined to believe, at this point, that it does—then I am more than happy to leave that aspect of my past where it belongs.

The Pokémon that did it is currently in Brock's custody, as he has experience with both Rock-types specifically and with aggressive Pokémon. Oddly enough, from what Brock has told me, Giovanni's Rhyperior is very well-behaved now that Giovanni is out of the picture and does not seem to have been abused.

I have returned to Johto. Silver has as well; she is rather invested in thoroughly trouncing Ethan in the realm of video games since, and I quote, "he actually puts up a good fight there." I... do not mind Kanto, it is a perfectly nice region, but Johto is... where I first Fell.

Johto has become more of a home to me than even Yharnam ever was, which seems rather ridiculous when I type it out. Nevertheless, I would not return to Yharnam were I offered the choice, not even to deliver some very strong words to some very specific people who are, in all likelihood, dead themselves.

I... have a life here. A new purpose. And I have come to realize that means something. That I mean something.

...In any case, even if Team Rocket was not now in disarray due to the loss of their leader and soon to be referred to in nothing but the past tense, Giovanni knew that I had defeated Lance, and so there really is no more reason to attempt concealing that from the knowledge of the general public.

The news goes live tomorrow morning. It may be longer before the Indigo League is fully restructured to the point that I am able to take on challengers—there are five qualified individuals to be the Elite Four, for instance, but there must be four by definition—but I am... apprehensive, perhaps more than I should be, about it regardless.

Lance did tell me that, if I had any doubts about this, to please tell him sooner rather than later and to not simply vanish without a word. But I believe... this is something I can do. This is something worth doing, at least until a challenger arrives to defeat me, and I have gathered that does not tend to happen particularly often.

Tomorrow, I officially become Champion Maria.

...There will be no turning back from that decision. But I do not believe I want to. This is... this is something I want to do. Desperately.

So I will.

#tw death mention #kanto rocket arc #rotomblr #pokeblogging #pokeblog rp #pokemon irl

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thefamilyeldritchabomination · 5 months ago

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Short Story: Midsummer Pt. 1

The months have passed since Hohenheim became a cocoon in a cave, the container’s green glow dimming as its fibers loosen. Silver tone streams of fluids poured from the opening of the cocoon after a boot-like appendage ran its wing-like groves on the weakened fibers. Heaving its first breath from three heads, the thing once Hohenheim pulled itself out of the cocoon. The body pulsed for the next few minutes, wings expanding with each beat of its heart. The beast’s body was scaled and shined like bubble solution in the sun with the face of Hohenheim embossed on its chest, gasping for any form of relief from this hell as it made its way out of the cave with renewed needs. The three writhing heads twitched and wriggled in the frosty air before realizing a very important detail: it was too cold to ensure the creature’s survival. The snow was too much, too cold for such a specimen of Hohenheim’s degree. Using the once human brain in its possession, Hohenheim stealthy made its way towards Resembool by wing for the warmth it promised as well as the readily available food source.

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The winter came and passed into the new year of 1990, the weather being unusually mild as midsummer preparations in the household of the Mancers. There hadn’t been a flaying in months since Gluttony had chased off Hohenheim into the wilderness with threats of being devoured hideously, most figuring Hohenheim died from the injuries. Because there was the ease of Hohenheim likely being dead and no longer a dangerous presence, plans were made to head down to Resembool for the Midsummer of this year’s celebration. Carmilla the dreadful had mellowed out ever since being placed under the care of Lust after winning full custody rights from Thomas and his now ex wife. Thomas, after the events of the Yule festivities was fully exiled from the Mancer Household, rumor being he got a job on a crab fishing boat elsewhere to make ends meet. At least, that’s what Envy had wanted everyone to believe as they sat on the bottle cap adorned chair like a grody dumpster gremlin as Dolly backed her luggage. Ever since not getting custody of Carmilla, Envy had been dead set on getting a mutant ever since that topic came back once more. “Wayfarer, we’re not going to build a monster from the spare body parts in the morgue.” Dolly calmly stated to Envy as she rolled her luggage towards the exit from her bedroom. “But it’d be fun!” Envy argued, the idea of a frankensteined abomination had absolutely tickled Envy’s fancy. “I might be great with sewing, but I’ve never sewn organic body parts together to make a fully living person. Besides, we have Ernest and Dorian.” Dolly placed her luggage with the familys’ collective suitcases that’ll be rolled out to the van.

“Exactly! I think we should make them a new sibling!” Envy pointed out, clearly that would be the winning argument. “If that’s the case, then why not go with the clay like before?” Dolly pointed out as the fight for reanimating a nightmare of spare body parts fell apart right away. “Because patchwork monstrosities are better. Besides, I’m sure Face Fur isn’t wanting to make us another clay monster.” Envy clearly wasn’t going to let go of the reanimated monster path as they sat on that damn chair as though it were a throne.

“True, Freddy was traumatized by both Ernest and Dorian, but we’re still not going to craft a patchwork reanimated corpse.” Dolly waited a bit on Envy to conclude the debate and hoped they would start packing their bag soon.

“Fine, dash our hopes for another mutant in our lives! But, I’ll needle Face Fur for another clay asshole instead.” Envy gave a very melodramatic swoon out of humor much to Dolly’s dwindling patiences.

“Just don’t get your hopes up on that, Wayfarer. Like I said, Freddy was pretty messed up after the creation of Ernest and Dorian, especially given that Ernest did eat a chunk of his arm back in his youth.” Dolly cautioned as continued to wait for Envy to get their things together for the family vacation.

“Fairytale please, I’m a master at the art of convincing! I’m sure I’ll get Face Fur on board with making us another clay monster, Grody Gertie will be reality I promise you!” Envy said, clearly proud of the name they had picked out for the hypothetical monster and was clearly determined to have that name. “Oh my gods Wayfarer we are not naming our potential lifeform Grody Gertie!” Dolly paused upon realizing she just agreed to making a monster with Envy as they just gave a shit eating grin at the response.

“Hey now, I just got you to say ‘our’!” Envy teased immediately, thrilled that Dolly was now sold on another clay monster for Ernest and Dorian. “Envy.” Dolly gave a very deadpanned look at Envy’s antics and was prepared to just pack Envy’s bag herself. “Alright, I’ll get my bag packed now, but we’re definitely going with Grody Gertie.” Envy just had to get that one last shot in for Grody Gertie as an official name before they started packing the bag with what could only be described as a gremlin’s survival pack from the hallway closet.. “No, we are not naming our monster Grody Gertie, we can come up with a better name later once we’re in Resembool.” Dolly gave a sigh at the fact Envy was very much dead set on Grody Gertie and would have to formulate a better name to get Envy hooked on.

Dolly made her way out of the bedroom to go check on fixing up snacks for the long train ride out to Resembool, the very idea of using planes was not even an option with her. Envy watched as Dolly left, smirking away as making Dolly flustered was now a new fun thing to do. To Envy, Dolly was super adorable when flustered like that as they finished packing their garbage gremlin bag with their favorite Kuromi plush and placed it with everyone else's luggage. Sure, it would be a lot of convincing on Envy’s end to get another clay monster made towards Freddy and just as much convincing to name it ‘Grody Gertie’ once that’s been achieved. Envy stopped for a moment to debate on what to do. They could go straight for Freddy and pester the living hell out of the ancient man to make another clay monster or be a turd in the kitchen while Dolly is packing their snacks for the long ride out. Though it was to make things easy for snack prepping, it was also a bit of an economical move on having each family member book their own cabins on the train in small groups. Envy would be riding in a cabin with Dolly, Ernest, Dorian, Freddy, and Greed as he found a break on tour for it.

The fact Greed would be in the same cabin had Envy a little on edge for that pestering of the Face Fur for another clay monster plan. They would have to forgo the snack pestering and head for hunting old man Freddy down for just this occasion. It didn’t take Envy very long to locate Freddy, a smirk coming on their face upon noticing the old man was alone. Perfect, everything was going as planned for getting that shared alchemical abomination. Freddy had been resting in his favorite cushioned rocking chair, relaxing after having to help load up his father into the van for the family vacation. This was possibly the last family vacation Joel could have, seeing as his health finally started to go into decline after Talia’s passing last year. Talks of death and funeral plans had been the topic for the past couple of months, Freddy doing what he could do to make the last moments as pleasant as possible. Freddy had requested to be the one solely responsible for his father instead of Dolly for a change. There came a grip on Freddy’s shoulder, strong and firm as the aging Face Fur sighed knowing who that could be. “Yes Envy, what do you want? Are you even packed?” Freddy sighed as he looked up to greet the family’s garbage gremlin in full view grinning away.

“Of course I’ve packed, Face Fur! I’m not that lazy now, am I?” Envy scoffed indignantly at being called out in such an unfitting fashion. “Would you care if I responded with yes?” Freddy sniped at Envy rather quickly, having grown tired of this game.

“Ha ha, you’re such a comedic genius. I’m not here to joke around though, I’m here to talk to you about a possible favor.” Envy shifted topic, their being bruised a bit from that come back. “You realize when you say ‘favor’, it usually revolves around me getting harmed horrifically in some form.” Freddy narrowed his eyes as he said it, a pit forming in his stomach of what was to come next.

“Well it simply depends on how well you pull it off. Dolly and I have been speaking about getting a third clay construct, how’d yah feel about making that for us?” Envy grinned as widely as possible to sell this plan to old man Freddy who looked at Envy as though they gleefully spoke about a homicide. “Envy, I have that fucking scar still on my arm from Ernest..I rather not get my flesh dissolved once again if I made a third little bastard.” Freddy stated blankly that Envy would even request something as awful as the first time.

“It could be less flesh hungry than Ernest was when he was made, like Dorian. I’m sure Grody Gertie would be a very fine addition to our little clay based family.” Envy said reassuringly as they revealed that dreadful chosen name for the poor construct. “....Are you being serious with that name?” Freddy had to hold back a laugh at such a ridiculous name that Envy produced. “Why is everyone so against me naming the third clay construct Grody Gertie!?” Envy looked frustrated that their picked out name was being trashed once more. “Because it’s a terrible name!” Freddy finally began to laugh at the absurdity of that name alone and the fact Envy was so determined for it to be official.

“I’ll have you know that Grody Gertie is the most superior name I’ve come up with on my own!” Envy didn’t care much for being mocked like this for a beautifully crafted name such as Grody Gertie.

“Envy, it’s clear Dolly didn’t even like that name since you left her out in that comment just now. Tell you what, if you and Dolly can come up with a better name than that travesty, then maybe I’ll play nice in making that clay construct.” Freddy was morbidly curious what other dumb names would potentially come out of Envy’s mouth as he gave that offer.

“You’ll make it if Dolly and I come up with the perfect name? It’s on.” Envy readily took up that perceived offer and ran off to the kitchen to tell Dolly what that old Face Fur said.

“I said maybe….goddamnit I’m too old to be dealing with this bullshit…” Freddy mentally declared his chair time was over as he went to get his own luggage into the van to stay there instead until it was time to leave.

#fan fiction #fma 03 #fullmetal alchemist #ocs #writing #the wayfarer #fma fan fiction #envy the jealous #homunculus #Envy #Short Story #Midsummer #AT LAST IT IS HERE!#Hohenheim of Light

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pacing-er · 1 year ago

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Reposting my FNAF Movie thoughts into its own post bc I realized a reblog wont show up in the tags! WARNING MAJOR FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S GAME, BOOK, AND MOVIE SPOILERS!!!

First off the movie is set in a different timeline/universe from the games and books but does have parallels to both. A majority of the parallels are with the Silver Eyes trilogy except of course the role of Mike is closer to that of Charlie, rather than Mike Schmitt's namesake Michael Afton.

The role switches and changes are as follows:

William Afton > Himself

Michael Afton > Vanessa/Elizabeth Afton

Charlie Emily > Mike Schmidt

Sunny Emily > Garrett Schmidt

Abby Schmidt > New Character

Mike's Unnamed Father > Henry Emily (most likely)

Golden Freddy Child > Potentially Evan

Michael and Evan Afton may not exist in the movie universe, similar to how in the Silver Eyes trilogy Elizabeth is the only of Afton's children that is mentioned. The bite of '83 does not happen in the books and an unrelated character named Michael (Scott likes this name I guess) inhabits Golden Freddy instead of Evan. We do see the child ghost assigned to Golden Freddy in the movie, but we don't get any other information about him. He is given more emphasis than the other children, has more speaking roles, and shares a meaningful (?) look with William at the very end of the movie. There is also the line that William says to Vanessa during their fight; "This all started because of you." If Vanessa had a similar role to Michael in this universe, she could have caused the bite of '83 which was the first death within the game series (with a canon date given) and is theorized by many to have been the catalyst of William's murders. So that would mean that this child who represents Golden Freddy would be Evan or at least Vanessa's sibling. Visually they do look like they could be siblings, with them both being fair skinned and blonde.

Vanessa's role is very reminiscent of Elizabeth's in the books. She knows about her father's crimes and is desperate for his approval and attention, despite the abuse he put her through. The key differences are that Vanessa lives to adulthood and that she resists her father's control rather than being consumed by it. It is very likely that Vanessa Monroe's real name in the movie universe is actually Elizabeth Afton, since she could be going by a different alias in adulthood, like how William is going by Steve Raglan. Her position in the story is closer to Michael's in the games: The sole living child of Afton who tries to put a stop to their father's crimes.

Mike Schmidt's role in the story is a bit more mysterious. I believe that he is meant to be the son of this universe's Henry Emily. Not much evidence for this is shown in the movie, aside from William recognizing Mike's last name in his files (though this could be attributed to him recognizing Mike as the brother of a child he killed, but he seemed very shaken up which makes me think it's deeper than that). However Mike's experiences and backstory are very similar to that of Charlie Emily in the books. Aunt Jane could be a parallel to Henry's canon sister: Aunt Jen. Aunt Jen raised Charlie in the books after Henry committed suicide, similar to how Aunt Jane is trying to get custody of Abby after the suicide of her father. Charlie holds a lot of guilt and trauma over the kidnapping of her brother Sammy, just like how Mike is dealing with the trauma of his brother Garrett getting kidnapped. Mike says in the movie that he feels closer to his dead brother while at the restaurant, which made me think of how Charlie follows a similar intuition with places where she feels closer to her own dead brother (it gets complicated in the books but at this point she had thought it was her brother's spirit). Mike's apparent lack of knowledge about the Fazbear Franchise or the murders is very problematic for this theory, but the other parallels just feel too intentional to ignore. If the movies are going to have the same crazy twists and scifi logic as the books, many inconsistencies can be excused with that sort of thing. For example, maybe Mike was the one who was kidnapped instead of Garrett and he is actually a super realistic robot implanted with false memories recorded by his father who was in grief after his death? (< Charlie's actual backstory) Or maybe Abby is the hyper realistic robot that their father made to replace Garrett? The possibilities are endless with this series, although I wouldn't object to a more simple approach for the movies.

That being said, this new universe could be read exactly as it has been explained thus far in the movie: William Afton has a daughter named Vanessa Monroe. Mike Schmidt is an unrelated party whose brother was killed by William Afton. Personally I would prefer if it was more complicated than that, but that's just me!

Let me know what you think!

#five nights at freddy's #five nights at Freddy's movie #fnaf #fnaf movie #william afton #henry emily #mike schmidt #charlie emily #elizabeth afton #fnaf vanessa #fnaf movie theory #fnaf theory #silver eyes

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crimsonblackrose · 5 months ago

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George has been divorced 3 times and when it's recommended they cater a little towards women he recommends instead of karate they put on a baking class. (He was against the blue mats)

Malcolm-Jamal Warner debacle.

Ron son's fencing team, one of the dad's is a talent agent.

Ron has a gaval.

It's kind of funny how much the all-valley annual board meeting fights. 🤣 No wonder they like karate.

Gavin is showing Aisha getting kicked on repeat to say that the boys punching and kicking girls might be problematic.

They were drinking Aha and coffee

They're introducing skills competitions aka weapon proficiency (even though it sounds like a pageant 🤣) Kata, board breaking, weapons display and separate girls division.

The kids pointing out that without Miguel and Hawk they don't feel like they've got a shot at the all-valley

I think Johnny made this via paper. Which, it's freaking huge, that had to have taken forever. I guess he spent his time after being upset by Daniel making that thing and putting it up.

I'm also surprised that despite all the random background extras that Miyagi-do and Cobra Kai always have that they stopped giving Miyagi-do the random extras and cut it down tot eh main small amount so that it's more obvious how few students they all have split up.

Johnny: Do any of you know any girls.

Students: ....

Johnny recognized that their black mold in the corner.

Also note that Hawk isn't with them even though he left with the Eagle Fangs

How does Silver know that Johnny and Daniel split?

the first time I watched this I really hoped that Lynn would stand up for Tory against her aunt here.

The fact Kandace wants her sisters disability check is messed up. Especially when Tory's already working multiple jobs. "My sister always promised to take care of me" girl, not in this case.

Kandace says Tory's father also had a quick temper. But she also is invoking her sisters death. Tory's brother's name is Brandon but Kandance forgets that. And he's 8.

Kandance when Tory says she's almost 18 threatens to fight for custody of Brandon and points out, who would win that battle a high school drop out and a criminal which Kandance also is but apparently knows how to play the game.

Oh Johnny. His abandoned warehouse, which maybe he's squatting I don't know, is between the burned down Chuck E. Cheese and pipe supply. At least he realizes when the girls run off how bad it sounds.

THE BABY OIL AND MIGUEL'S FACE. Johnny why are you carrying around a Johnson's bottle of baby oil? (I googled baby oil to try and remember what it was used for, moisturizing, but also apparently a top search result is uh...lube so now I know a little too much about Johnny)

"Where's your beach ball?" Miguel sighing and very tiredly saying: "Here's teh beach ball" while showing off his muscles.

I'm sorry Miguel that Johnny's trying to use you as a piece of meat but this is also hilarious.

I guess he or Miguel made a new website. Twiddler. 🤣🤣🤣

"We have a whole stable of hot young dudes like Miguel over here"

Poor Miguel, also Johnny this is weird. We've got babes and everything, whatever floats your boat. Really living out that pimp life that demetri compared the whole thing to.

See Moon said she'd join except she didn't want to fight and Johnny lets her go. But he should've brought Moon on board, she could've just been in the skills competition section.

Demetri knows that Eli's mom leaves teh key under the flower gnome since kindergarten.

The sound coming from Eli's computer sounds like he's playing Dungeon Lord.

"You should really think of increasing security, given, you know, the karate war."

I'd like to point out that that means Demetri has always known how to break into Hawk's home and take revenge and never has.

Demetri super self aware, also he has a butter sticker.

Hawk's not joining Eagle Fang or Miyagi-do he's quitting.

I believe this sounds like a predator joke is Netflix. He's never talked like this before. I mean at a much smaller level/minor level. And yes "I'll be awake" is something that Johnny might say but maybe I might be misremembering but I think earlier in the seasons he knew what woke meant.

I did not notice this until this rewatch but:

Those girls in the back just got boxes from Silver and Cobra Kai.

Which is a bummer because Johnny did a really good job there and I'm proud of him.

Okay, I love Sam right here. Yes she's upset about Tory and I do think some of that is earned and some of that is unearned. But this is maybe my favorite line ever to Amanda's I don't want your rivalry continuing to dominate your life:

for more than 2 seconds.

She's right. 🤣Roast him.

Amanda got arrested, she said it was a high school prank, or that's what Daniel says when she asks if she told him about it: She took a baseball bat to her math tutors car, while he math tutor was in it. She was having an affair with Amanda's dad. Daniel knew Amanda didn't get along with her dad but didn't know why. Amanda was charged with: misdemeanor reckless endangerment She didn't walk her graduation because of it.

Daniel asks why she never told him. Mr. never told her about Silver, or Kreese, or that he never told Johnny that they had his son. Probably hasn't mentioned Chozen, Kumiko or Mike Barnes either.

Demetri says joining a dojo was the best thing that ever happened to him, he got stronger, confident, got the girl of his dreams and he's excited for teh all-valley tournament.

They have their own theme song.

The space next to the mini mart is for lease. I think it was a kebab house.

For some reason I forgot that his conversation with Amanda led Daniel to try and win over Robby again.

Robby has a special handshake with the mini mart guy. I like that

The way each person shows up faded in the background, sneaking up and cornering the other. Like Daniel, you said some pretty awful stuff about Johnny too. To Robby it probably all sounds like a mess. And when you say things that sound like opinions rather than facts it kinda doesn't have the affect your guying for.

If Daniel had said: Terry silver offered to help me train for the all-valley that I didn't want to be a part of but had to be because I was being harassed by people who literally were holding me and my friend by a rope off a cliff and going to kill us only for him to teach me a few moves and go from learning basics to trying to break my hands and feet with two by fours and then I found out it'd all been a trick and the bastards hanging me from a cliff by a rope ended up being his students. I dunno Daniel I feel like people would react to that better than "This man is sick and twisted and when he's done with you you won't be you anymore." I think you just need to back that up a little, but on Cobra Kai turf was a bad idea.

Daniel doesn't care about it being ethical it's good vs evil in his book.

Silver: I only brought out what was already inside.

Daniel: You tortured me.

Silver: Please, you were a hot head. All I had to do was wind you up and get out of the way.

Johnny's Eagle Fang dojo

Piper is 20 minutes late. I can't believe Johnny's literally waiting for her.

Silver made a bunch of designer stuff for new recruits, so they got Piper.

Also Miguel's reminder is a good reminder. That Miguel wasn't a champion, Johnny trained him to become one. While everyone else is like these kids are all wimps, the point is that they can train them not to be that way which is what Johnny's done with multiple students.

I think Sam has a new car.

Aisha's new home!

I missed Aisha so much!

That's about an hour and a half maybe a little less if lucky for Sam from Encino.

Aisha's dad got a job at UCSB (University of California, Santa Barbara)

Aisha's parents were pissed but it wasn't the only reason they moved. Aisha broke a kids nose during the fight.

Aisha thinks the LaRusso's are overprotective. They made Aisha wear a helmet on the trampoline. (Random personal note, a classmate broke an arm on one of those when I was little at a party so...I get the be careful on a trampoline thing)

Sam feels like she doesn't have control in her life

Aisha started her new school and their was a girl in her homeroom wearing tons of pink like she was a that walked out of a malibu barbie beach house. Aisha knew that was going to be her next bully so she walked up to her and introduced herself, lied and complimented her shoes, said she was new and asked to be introduced around. And now they're besties. Aisha attacked her problem head on, struck first. Just like Johnny taught her.

Somewhere Johnny is so fucking proud of her.

Johnny constantly sneaking in 🤣 I also think it's interesting that Miguel lied about being in debate but is sitting her watching the debate with Bert.

Miguel: Think outside of the box Johnny: Okay wigs and dresses. Miguel: NOT LIKE THAT

Johnny's new movie name drop: Ladybugs

Johnny's plan is for Mitch to dress up like a girl for the competition.

I'm thinking a lot of things, I don't know where to start I think is Miguel's whole mood since season 1

Hi there DEVON

The way Johnny leans in

Devon has their attention.

This was the girl Bert was going to recommend. Which, sometimes Johnny, listen to Bert, the kids smart.

Daniel setting up a mixboard to play crowd cheering with large speakers. 🤣

Hawk becoming an miyagi-do I think only happened because of Demetri.

Sam taking Aisha's I used Johnny's lessons to make my bully my friend and now we're besties to mean Allow Tory to come back to school and threaten her and make sure she knows that she's on thin ice.

#mumbling about shows #s4 ep6 kicks get chicks

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cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien · 11 months ago

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Solar Opposites in Mighty Solars Issue #41: “Stolen” Pt. 2 Ch. 4

The next day, Sherbet is shown getting ready for something while Nova puts a fancy hairpin on Sherbet’s hair, while custody papers are shown in the background.

Sherbet: I love it!

Nova: I’m glad you did. notices Sherbet looking sadly at a newspaper ad So, it’s over for her. Huh?

Sherbet: Yes. We’re too late. shows Qourra getting taken away for a death penalty She ruined her life.

Nova sighs. Later, the other humans watch as press conference was held as Qourra is taken away at juvie.

Principal Cooke: Well, we were too late. Qourra has ruined her life out of vengeance and sorrow.

Miss Frankie cries as Randall comforts her.

Jamie: We tried to tell her about Darkness aka Kano… and she ignored us…

Darcy: And now…she’s gone forever…

Cherie: But at least we’re all safe. So are the Mighty Solars… glad Korvo is feeling better now… you sure they’re prepared for the conference today?

Jamie: Hey. They’re the Mighty Solars.

Cut to the ceremonial hall where incense sticks are burning. Many guests are seated, witnessing the ceremony, while the Mighty Solars stand on the stage. Nighthowler is in the middle.

Jamie: offscreen They always bounce back…

Quasarblast takes Mighton’s hand.

Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblast: Just breathe. We have to be strong. For Sonya.

Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: Okay.

The two superhero alien husbands head out while Korvo approaches the microphone while the audience claps for them. As the crowd quiets down, Quasarblast takes a deep breath.

Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblast: to Nighthowler Sweetie, come forward. [Nighthowler walks forward before sitting down.] Today, we welcome the newest addition in the family. And I couldn't be more proud of my new daughter and her siblings. [Nighthowler looks up and smiles along with Vil-Gil-An-T, Fung-irl and Mighty Pupa.] When the existence of both humans and aliens alike were threatened, when some of our lives hung in the balance, Nighthowler never gave up hope. Thanks to her humility, I see a very bright newfound freedom for all of us. Of course, there would be no Mighty Solars without each other. This brave new member opened the came and save our lives when the Silver Cops attack. And she was even willing take that risk without doesn’t defying the odds. There's no way we can ever repay her for all she's done. Because, she has already achieved something greater. A family. So while the town recuperates, the Mighty Solars will always be there to protect the town. [Pan to the rest of the Mighty Solars.] But unlike our old planet, we will finally have peace with creatures of all planets, while fighting crime and kicking ass wherever there is corruption and discord to restore balance and peace. So I vow that we will do everything in our power to follow in bringing harmony to the world. Now, let us anoint our new member of the Mighty Solars, as well as the new member of our family… Nighthowler!

The crowd cheers as Nighthowler waves to everyone. Nighthowler then hugs Quasarblast as he smiles. Then, the camera pans forwarded to a hooded figure, who looks like a Shlorpian who shed a tear of joy as the screen cuts to black.

THE END

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zerm2v0hg · 6 months ago

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Copying a couple RWBY "what if" scenarios I discussed with Makerboy10, with the latter's permission, for posterity and so that others on Tumblr can repost with their own thoughts on how they think these scenarios could go.

What if the Ace-Ops won and arrested Team RWBY?

My sixpence:

Hmm... I'll be honest, I'm not sure I'm overall familiar enough with the Ace-Ops, Atlas and the Volume 8 arc's finer points and beats to predict well what would've happened if the Ace-Ops had succeeded in arresting Team RWBY.

(Does a quick wiki readthrough of the last couple V7 episodes' synopses.)

Well, the Ace-Ops beating Team RWBY and arresting them probably would've had a huge knock-on effect. Without Ruby's timely arrival and use of her Silver Eyes against Cinder when she was fighting a weakened Winter in Fria's room, Cinder probably would've killed Winter before being driven off in her weakened state by the Winter Maiden. Without Ruby and Weiss and without their allies coming to evacuate them, Penny might end up stuck on the Ace-Ops' side with the Winter Maiden powers in her, enabling Ironwood to massively accelerate his plan since he has the Winter Maiden in hand (and post-insanity Ironwood would probably be quick to force Penny's cooperation by threatening her friends and loved ones in his custody). This would also mean that Ironwood doesn't turn to Watts for any help. And without Winter, the Ace-Ops turning on Ironwood one-by-one as they see that he's completely lost his marbles probably wouldn't happen either, and there'd be no-one to stop Ironwood executing Marrow when he speaks out (if Marrow still does).

Team RWBY and their arrested allies like Qrow would probably become frantic to escape their cells as Ironwood's plan is well underway, and Team RWBY's non-arrested allies on the outside would probably be equally frantic to bust them out too (although I think Ren would slightly hesitate to leave Mantle behind to focus on freeing Team RWBY). This would probably lead to a showdown between Ironwood's side and Team RWBY's on Atlas as it's elevating into the upper-atmosphere.

I'm not sure what Salem would do. Either hurriedly press her attack on Atlas before it gets too high up in the atmosphere for her airborne Grimm to reach, or recall her forces and let Atlas escape for the time being. I believe that elevating Atlas into the upper-atmosphere, assuming Atlas would survive that long-term, wouldn't have been a permanent way to keep the city and the Staff of Creation out of the Grimm's reach - Salem would be set back by years, but she'd probably work on engineering new types of Grimm that can travel that high up, and the aeons have taught Salem patience. Unless Grimm by nature have the same "can't go too far above Remnant's troposphere without losing all the magic inside them and dying" weakness that Dust has in the comics (which in itself introduces a host of even further problems for Atlas' survival, with all their Dust-based technology rendered non-functional if the Staff of Creation moved them that high up).

#rwby #rwby discourse #what if #penny polendina #rwby penny

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whump-cravings · 2 years ago

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The Harem - Snap

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1.5k words | The Harem - AU of The Royal Three (original work) - this is pretty far into Hakon's imprisonment at the Vusen palace as a member of the royal harem. He was recently subject to a vicious gang-rape and has gone mute and compliant.

Content: public self genital mutilation, heavily referenced noncon, long-term captivity, forced surgery

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Hakon was thinner.

Out the corner of his eye, Sevae watched the man docilely refill empty cups, drifting around the table. He never sought out Sevae's eyes anymore. The bruises, previously a constant, had all but faded, which Sevae supposed was... good.

Except it meant he wasn't fighting back anymore.

"I humbly ask again for custody of the foreign prince," Sevae had said, kneeling before his queen.

"We settled this matter months ago, lieutenant general," Queen Hemuh said. "Why now? Naetehu's finally reformed him into a model citizen."

"Forgive me for impertinence, my queen, but his altered behavior is the cause of my concern. A prisoner subject to extreme stress over a prolonged period is—"

The queen gave a dismissive scoff. "An outlet for manly urges and moderate correction is hardly 'extreme stress.'"

Sevae bit his cheek to keep anger contained, eyes trained on the steps to the throne. What callous words, what casual cruelty. Had he truly once admired these people?

"Be as that may, your majesty," he tried once more, for Hakon, "I expect that this is but a precursor to far more worrisome behavior."

"Perhaps," she said dubiously. "But for now, you may bring your concerns to my son. It is not befitting for a man of your station to subvert the proper channels of authority."

Bitter frustration on his tongue, Sevae bowed his head further at the chastising dismissal.

Sevae stabbed at a cut of boar, hand tightening at the memory. Prince Naetehu would not so much as grant him an audience since that first time Sevae had approached him with 'concerns.' It was hard enough to secure time with Hakon, who didn't have the power to turn him away.

"Your mind seems elsewhere today," Ebaeru commented.

Realizing the woman had been speaking for the last minute or so, Sevae grimaced. "Apologies. You were saying?" This was hardly the time to allow alliances to dwindle from inattention.

"No worries, friend," his dinner companion said. "Could your distraction have something to do with your recent audience with the queen?"

Sevae shifted with a tilting acknowledgment of his head and a tight smile. "You read my mind, madam. It is not a subject for polite conversation, I'm afraid."

"Ah, I see," she said. "Perhaps you can—"

A scream set Sevae's blood pumping, his shield bumping up against others as the war mages in attendance instinctively threw up protection. Already on his feet, Sevae looked towards the source. Nobles were backing up from a scene, which Sevae was only able to glimpse.

Hakon laid on the ground in a fetal position, blood pooling out below him.

Sevae's heart bottomed out in his stomach. Taking up a silver knife, he used his chair as step a to leap onto and over the table. As he encountered resistance from another's shield, he slashed through it with his knife, driving a wedge of magic into the opening to allow him passage.

He fell to his knees while running, sliding the remaining distance to Hakon's side. "What happened?!" He directed this question upward at the table of pale-faced nobles as he grabbed Hakon's shoulder to lay him flat.

"He just—he cut it off," Lord Rethu exclaimed.

Hakon gave a weak laugh as his body unfolded, a knife slipping from his hand. The blood was concentrated about his groin. Sevae severed the waistband of the soaked harem skirt, finding only gore where Hakon's manhood ought to be.

"Put your shields down," Doctor Cecel called. "Let me through!"

Horror rose up and Sevae shoved it aside, forcing himself into a clinical mindset as he spread a barrier across the gaping wound. Contouring to the body slowed him down, but he swiftly ensured the entire injury was covered, keeping the blood contained much like skin.

"Where is it?" Naetehu's voice rose above everything else. "Find it!"

Sevae wanted to shake Hakon, to ask what on earth he was thinking, but that was obvious, wasn't it? He shrugged out of his jacket to lay it upon Hakon, both for the man's dignity—whatever was left of it—and to keep him warm in light of the blood loss and shock.

"Prince Hakon," Sevae said, grasping the man's shoulder.

The foreign prince looked at him, mouth twisted in some mockery of a smile. "Hurts more than I expected," he remarked deliriously.

Words of comfort settled on the front of Sevae's tongue, but what could he say that would truly bring hope? I am working towards your freedom, I swear. Hang on.

But his efforts could never have come to fruition soon enough to spare Hakon from hell.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered as the doctor finally made it to Hakon's side. The woman knelt as well, flipping back the now-bloodied jacket to examine the injury, stone-faced.

"Good work," she said to Sevae. "You may have saved his life."

For what good that does him.

"There it is," someone cried, and Sevae lifted his head to see Naetehu marching to retrieve the severed part.

Rage surged through him, heat burning in his chest and pressure constricting his head. Hakon had wounded himself, had almost bled out, and Naetehu's greatest concern was having him in one piece.

Seldom did Sevae find himself so overcome, but he found himself shaking from the force of his fury, jaw creaking. What he wouldn't give to switch which prince laid on the ground, to take Hakon from this place, to tear down this corrupt nation.

"Friend," Ebaeru's voice commented, hand settling cautiously on Sevae's shoulder. "You've done what you can." Her tone conveyed an unsaid message: it's not the time.

The much-needed anchor to reality let Sevae breathe and loosen his fists, nodding as he stood and stepped back. Two people arrived with a stretcher, perhaps having been sent by the doctor as soon as she saw the commotion. With minimal resistance, Hakon was loaded onto it, along with his manhood wrapped in a napkin.

As Hakon was carried away, Sevae mustered strength to go before his monarchs. He sank to his blood-soaked knees, raising his eyes to meet the king's. He needed not speak his request again; they knew his desire well enough.

Gazing with displeasure at the scene and his son, King Aeret gave a sigh as he met Sevae's gaze. He glanced to his wife, whose expression was similarly displeased. She dropped her napkin across her plate before standing.

"Your petition is granted, Sir Sevae," she said. "You are entrusted with the custody and well-being of Prince Hakon of Ironda."

"What?" Naetehu said. "He's mine! You can't—" The prince flinched as Aeret pierced him with a look. Frustration flashed on his face, mouth twisting, before he stormed out the doors.

"What a mess," the queen muttered as she turned away from the table.

King Aeret picked up his utensils. Glancing at Sevae, his voice spoke to the lieutenant general's mind before he went on to finish his meal. - See to it that this does not happen again.

Sevae bowed his head before taking his leave.

***

"How is he?" Sevae asked, standing as Doctor Cecel stepped into the waiting room.

"It's reattached," Doctor Cecel said, wiping her hands on a cloth, smock spattered with blood. "We'll know with certainty within a few days whether the stitching took, though who knows about functionality. He's still sedated."

Relief rushed through Sevae. "May I see him?"

"Elme and Cudul are about to trundle him back to the harem, so—"

"Not the harem," Sevae said. Never again. "My quarters. I've been granted custody."

"Oh?" Doctor Cecel gave him an appraising look. "Good." She sighed, tucking the rag into the pocket of her smock. "That's good." She folded her arms as she looked at the floor, lips pressed thin, and silence hung in the air.

"It's too little too late, isn't it?" Sevae said softly.

She nodded. "I've seen this sort of thing in veterans before, and it usually isn't a one-time occurrence. You'll need to monitor him closely."

Her two assistants appeared then with a sleeping Hakon on a stretcher, and Cecel said, "Right. Well, the boys will let you know how to tend to him for the next few days, and of course I'll be by daily to check on him. Off you go."

After Sevae and the assistants got Hakon set up in Sevae's bed and Elme and Cudul delivered care instructions, Sevae thanked them and sent them on their way. Finally, quiet descended.

He took the chair from his desk, carrying it to the bedside. Hakon looked... so peaceful in his sleep. Sevae reached out, intending to brush a lock of hair from his face, but hesitated before he could make contact. Hakon had been touched so much against his will.

Sevae dropped his hand. "I'm so sorry," he whispered into the silence. "Had I known it would turn out this way, I would have..." Leaning forward, he cradled his head in his hands.

I would have never taken you alive.

You were right. I regret it.

#whump writing #royalty whump #self harm whump #harem!hakon #TR3 au #forced surgery whump #referenced noncon

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