#thick as thieves spoilers

[fictionisalwaysbetter]

Hmm idk that one scene in Thick as Thieves where Costis “deals” with the slavers is very very very hot

[ulvire]

I just finished Thick as Thieves by M J Kuhn and all I can ask is how this was the END of the duology??

Spoilers ahead:

It ends with absolute political chaos and two of the main characters (Tristan and Ivan) both trying to become rulers. This feels like the beginning of their story, not the end?

Especially since the setting is so interesting: what happens to a country when the people who have been stripped of their rights for so long finally get them back and are forced to live with those people who ruled over them for so long and took that fact for granted? It reminded me very much of South Africa, but here there is no Mandela-like leader figure with dreams and promises of a rainbow nation. Not that we know of at least, because the book just abruptly... ends.

It just feels like the ending was written with the idea to have a King of Scars-like sequel. Which, I don't mínd, but I waited two years for this and now it feels like I have to wait even longer for an actual ending that might even never be published.

That being said, I really enjoyed the book. I was happy Ryia and Evelyn got the happy ending that they deserved. I was worried that their relationship would stay vague and I'm happy Evelyn had the guts to stop that from happening. I liked her a lot more in this book than during book 1.

Poor Nash though. She died a hero but the fact that the last conversation she and Ivan had, was such a horrible one, makes it extra gutwrenching. Authors sure love to see readers suffer, don't they?

All in all I'm still glad I purchased the book and I bingeread it in a few hours.

[biscuitscheesebiscuits]

Reading physical copies of The Queen's Thief series for the first time and realizing that the maps in them are inconsistent???

[shining-just-4-u]

rebecca was so vigilante shit this episode oh my fucking god

[augustameretrix]

studio trigger chose to direct and edit these earlier episodes in such a way that laios and marcille's relationship stands out from the others right from the get go which is A Choice because I thought it was pretty awesome how imperceptibly and organically that happened in the manga. it progresses both from specific key events as well as from sheer exposure to one another in a very natural way, once again some good ass writing on the part of kui

[sodascribbles]

sly and bentley and murray: [have visions of clockwerk]

sly and bentley and murray: huh that's weird. probably nothing though!

narrator voice: It was not nothing.

[court-jobi]

Hi, lately I came across your blog and I really adore your writting style :3

I was very excited when I saw you have open requests (if I am not wrong, otherwise ignore me hah), so I have request for Bakugou × reader, when they are in established relationship, but lately it got rocky, because he was barely home, trying to climb ranks and just neglecting their relationship, so they barely even talk. Then reader gets kidnapped, due to being Bakugou's SO, but she feels so irrelevant at this point that she starts saying to the kidnapper that they are wasting their time, because Bakugou is not coming for her, whick Katsuki overhears, you know just good old angst with fluff at the end maybe

If this request is too complicated or specific please don't feel pressured to do this, anyway have a lovely day/night

I am very much receptive to asks, and thank you so much for providing one!! super flattered actually and spent my entire afternoon crafting up this bad boy bc I had an instant idea for it

Hopefully I touched all the right notes on this one, enjoy anon! Don't be a stranger~

Do It Scared

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Warnings: Pro Hero!Bakugou x reader TW: kidnapping, intimidation, light descriptions of violence, protective Bakugou is protective, language, angst with a happy ending (promise!!) and potential spoiler: Pro Hero!Deku

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Dynamight is on top of the world– or at least working his ass off to get there.

With Deku back on the leaderboard, he’s got twice the motivation and has never been in love with being a hero more.

“That’s what -heh- nine for you this week, Dynamight?” the newly suited Pro beams at Bakugou- not unlike the five year old version of him did back a lifetime ago.

Only instead of bashing the twerp upside the head with a gloating tease, Bakugou simple smirks and gives Midoriya a stiff push on the shoulder, 

“Ten, but who’s counting, nerd?”

The winded, black-and-blue villain currently under custody finds the heroes’ track records funny. Midoriya doesn’t necessarily take these villain types’ remarks to heart, but hates the attitude of this one today.

“Yer sidekick keepin’ count?! You wanna badge or a chest to pin it on, smartie pants? –AAGH!”

“HEY- THE ONLY GUY CALLIN’ THIS DEKU A NERD IS ME, DUMBASS!! YOU’RE THE SHITHEAD GOING TO JAIL FOR THAT STUNT– AND HE’S HEADING INTO THE TOP TEN!!”

“HO-OKAY, DYNAMIGHT, I think he’s had enough!!” 

Deku corrals the punk’s restraints a bit, but leaves the remaining process of reading rights and detainment for the police who just rolled up. Deku will proudly share that much prefers this ‘thick as thieves’ treatment to the ‘fight me or die’ dynamic they shared in school, and couldn’t be happier to be Pro Heroes once again.

And if Bakugou were completely honest, so was he. He’s in his element and closer to reaching his goal by the day.

Walking out of earshot from the police unit, the two are heading over to Ingenium and Creati who are deeply engrossed with the intelligence officers who just arrived on the scene. 

“Ten it is, then– you really need to start leaving some to me though; I can handle it, you know,” Midoriya slips his facemask down, exposing a pleading grin Bakugou still kinda wants to punch some days. “Might give you a little time to actually take a rest day now and then!”

“Tch, if you were fast enough, you’d do it, ‘Zuku.” Bakugou straightens out his gauntlet, but misses his best friend’s tilt of a frown. “N’ who said I need a rest day, anyway? I’ve never been better!”

“I can think of one person..” Midoriya hinted strongly at something that truly escaped Bakugou’s focus. Every now and then, he couldn’t quite mindread the nerd like normal, if he was deep in work mode.

“Heh?”

Midoriya raised a friendly, tired brow, “How’s your girl been lately, hm?”

Bakugou tenses a touch, but quips back, “Whaddya mean. She’s fine, been working a lot too.”

“Not as much as you. What’s she up to? You haven’t said much about her.”

Which was an oddity, indeed. Your successes, your insights, and even your random memes were common topics of conversation from Bakugou’s lips. But Midoriya did raise a finer point between the lines– you’d been put on something of a backburner, and he knew better that something must be off for the blond porcupine to rarely speak of you. Bakugou sensed it himself, but the more repeated check-in texts he received, the cycle of his non-answers worsened. This must be what the nerd is getting at.

“She’s fine-” Bakugou pressed, assuring himself and no one else, “Look, we’ve got our flow, and it works. I keep her in the loop when I’m busy and she gets it.”

Midoriya heaves a disbelieving breath, and just fixes Bakugou a look.

“What’s that shitty look for, huh? Whaddyou know?!”

“I know when she texted me yesterday that she doesn’t sound thrilled about your overtime…” the freckled sweetheart touched a personal chord within Bakugou. “Or that she hasn’t even heard from you to talk about it? I mean, I-I know it’s not my business, but Ka-”

“Deku, Dynamight!” Iida waved the two over from their aside, and back into work mode- to Bakugou’s drop in spirit, “We have a bit of a time-sensitive mission to take care of~”

Deku turned to the officer, raring to go and and straightening up his shoulders to address their more formal counterparts, “Of course, officer- how can we help?”

“Well sirs, we’ve got an ongoing heist over on the other side of the riverbank, and need a bit of coordination to respond.”

Yauyorozu had just finished off a protein pack of some sort and had demurely crumpled its trash in her hand while navigating an ipad passed to her. She’d welcomed Midoriya over when he took interest in whatever footage she’d been presented.

“Well shit, we supposed to be standin’ around like this when time’s wasting, or what?” Bakugou asked brusquely.

Ingenium -in his formal, helmeted fashion couldn’t hide his practiced patience well with the hothead in his response;

“The need for firepower is necessary, Dynamight– but caution is as well,” Iida reminded dryly. “We are in a heavily populated area, and must exercise control.”

Bakugou merely purred a low growl and turned diplomatic.

“Fine. We got live wires? Hostages?”

“To our knowledge, only a select few- a dozen at most,” the officer answered, “We can see most of the victims through the bank’s glass lobby. It’s a small, petty theft group- or so we thought, but there are some decent quirk users among them. Seems they are after more than funds, but records as well.”

Bakugou refrained from rolling his eyes, but only barely. Surely there were bigger and better missions to be pursuing than this– something a bit flashier, more suited for his skills with higher civilian rescue numbers to add to his count.

“One guest was able to contact via the emergency text line, and reported that someone did pull an emergency trigger and was taken further back into the vaults as a prisoner.”

Iida empathized, “Hardly fair- I’m sure none of these customers were armed, and they were simply acting as any hero would trying to notify the authorities.”

The officer firmed up a smile in agreement and proceeded to share some more info about how far back into the bank the team would need to infiltrate based on proximity to servers. 

“Sure you don’t just wanna call ‘Tape’, bust in there, strap ‘em up, and call it a day? Y’don’t really need a whole evac team, do you.”

A simple rescue in-and-out should be easy enough, or so he assumed- until Yaoyorozu took a bit of a sharp intake of breath in her nose, alerting Deku to fixate on the screen again,

“Bak- erm. Dynamight,” Yaoyorozu interjected gently, “-you need to see this-”

Bored and still half paying attention to the officer, Bakugou only barely looked Momo’s way, and didn’t really feel like a crowd around a tiny screen -in full sun- was warranted.

“What? It’s frickin’ bright out-”

“Kacchan,” Midoriya shot back icily, “get over here.”

Something alarming had struck him in the face, and he was purposefully putting on a front to those not personally connected to the heroes. Sidestepping ‘Legs’, Bakugou was passed the ipad and played back the security footage of the interior of the bank.

Time stamped at just fifteen minutes ago, a civilian in question had tried dipping around the counter to where some clerks had been bullied up to the opposite wall- but one of the employees jerked her head towards one of the registers- a lightning quick gesture. This cued the civvie -a woman, if the hiked up skirt was a correct indication- in the foreground to feel around the bottom lip of the keyboard for something- likely an alarm switch. Once done so, she’d merely knelt back down, hoping to stay low and sneak back to avoid the thug to lash out at the person who’d tipped her off.

But then -comically enough- the thug sneezed and unfortunately whipped to the side to let it fly. Looking up, there she was in his sightline. With something akin to a spider’s web knocking her flat onto her back, she’d been dragged up and back with the others- trying to ground herself with a squatted stance first, tried to force her elbows back, then bashing her head back in an attempt to hit her captor– until she was ultimately slapped and taken back to the far hallway, hunched over.

Bakugou saw red. His heart stopped then set itself on fire, hotter than Hades. He’d known that self defense response from having taught it, himself.

You pulled the alarm. 

For the first time in his career- he knows the target he’s saving. He’s in love with her, after all.

Damn your neck hurts. If your elbows hadn't been glued up to your sides, you woulda used those instead; but now having jerked your head back, you’d given yourself a healthy dose of whiplash.

And got a punch to the gut. And a slap to the face. Joy.

There’s fight, flight, freeze, and fawn. You’d seemingly gone for the fight route, with your body moving before your self-preservation could catch up, but it seems your fawning tactic of remaining calm and quiet wasn’t working out for you now. At least you took the attention off those poor girls in the lobby who were in near hysterics. 

Only now it seemed you’d taken on the role yourself, back here. You try to breathe deep, drop your shoulders, drop your jaw. You’d think this would double to avoid showing any fear that your captors can use against you, but it’s honestly just to help keep you grounded and not panic and curb the intense need to vomit or cry.

Please. As if you’d even call yourself heroic for pulling the theft alarm– but you suppose it’s instincts. Carry-over bravery: osmosis you assume, from hanging around these heroes. Your hero. Katsuki.

You’re stunned– you’re shocked– and you’re scared. 

Katsuki. You want Katsuki. More than the police, more than your mom. 

You want your hero to come for you, over any other in this entire country. The name pounds behind your eyes when you shut them against a wave of pain, the person you want more than anything else in the world.

–And at the same time, that man’s name hurts at the cry for it: given he hasn’t spared you more than a one or two word response in days. Because he’s overworked by his own volition. By his own drive. And you should be angry. You have been, for this is the longest you haven’t seen each other outside of a trip; considering you’ve all but committed your lives together and he’s typically at your place every other night, the drop in communication is a cold bath.

And you’re scared now- it’s a blurry feeling. Time is wonky when you’re stuck in a room with no windows, no visible clock and just waiting. All those tips they tell you about how to react in an emergency to keep calm? The ones you’ve heard over and over again in security briefings and teacher preparedness days before the school year starts? Man, is it easy for those to go out the window when you’re in actual trouble.

You just want Katsuki. And that’s a silly thought, considering how wide the city is. He could be clear across the district right now.

But just saying the name -thinking of any other pleasant time when he had his arms around you play-fighting that could make these bindings feel more bearable- that’s what you want to cling to.

The villains here are pretty pathetic as interrogators go, but that spares you no calm as they taunt you as if you were a captured magistrate or politician. They’re split into two parties; their head honcho trying to tap into the databanks of the servers two doors down while your immediate captors with the creepy quirks are choosing to go through your recovered phone seeking out blackmail like the assholes they are. Your primary apps for insurance and paying your bills are thumbprint protected, so really what could they get to that's confidential? Nothing, to your knowledge. But it seems your camera roll strikes their interest. 

Oh yeah, they hit low. They see your lock screen first- a sweet photo of your harmless, dopey dog who they snark that you won’t be home to feed on time. Then even more, as your home screen displays a picture-perfect selfie of you and your darling man. You picked it because it’s rare proof of him smiling at some wisecrack you made before snapping the shutter.

Your handsome and infuriatingly busy man. 

“Aww, well just look at little miss hero’s cute lil boyfriend! Bet he’ll be awful proud of you playing the savior~”

“Tehehe, too little too late though, yeah? Gotta be quicker than that for us.”

“Geez, how sappy can you get. This guy’s all over her…and can’t blame him, honestly. Makes me feel a little bad for roughing such a pretty thing up.~”

Gross. Just gross. You act like you don’t listen, your simpering pain turns to nausea the more they talk. Until a renewed sense of fear hits:

“Wait- go back. Oh. Ohhh shit, no.”

“Whuh.”

“Fuck, man, that’s DYNAMIGHT!!” the jerk with the copious amounts of tattoos and chains draping off his arms like whips gets nervous real fast, “We have Dynamight’s girlfriend!!”

Your other guard seems to swallow for a split second, but immediately tips to a feigned dominance,

“Well, ain’t that just icing on the cake~”

“THE HELL DO YOU MEAN? He’s gonna come after her!! You know how scary that guy is?! I’m telling the boss-”

“Don’t wimp out already,” he fires back. “Why do that and waste time- when knowing this, we could get paid double? Heroes ransoms can cost him a pretty penny, and you know he’ll do it for her. Those heroes make bank.”

You flatten your brows angrily. 

“Whaddya think, princess? Big man gonna come and save you, huh?  

You really want Katsuki. But you truly have no idea if he’d know or care to come at this point. The spiral downwards in the mind is dizzying along with your headache, and just makes your heart sick for him. 

When you see him next, you’re not sure if you’d hug him or throttle him. Though now, you just wanna see him. 

“Unless.. He doesn’t!” his mood shifts- patronizing, “Too busy makin’ a paycheck and name for himself and all his hero buddies than to settle down and think about the pretty thing at home? Well, I would fix that real quick–”

A muffled boom sounds on your right. Rooms away.

Another, louder. Two beats after, the guards look at each other.

You hear a yell, a harsh one, then another blast that sounds cracklier than the rest. Someone’s close. But you’re honestly not sure if it’s friend or foe.

You’re excited, but get nervous again when the lackeys move into action. Chains loops a rough swing of his appendages around you and starts dragging you back into the adjoining office, while the muscle goes back to type at one of their private laptops that’s downloading something.

You give off a flare of panic in your voice- a sound you hate but can’t control. 

“It’s-s not him–” you force your pitch lower, but it shakes despite your best effort. “Cmon, there’s too many heroes, s’not gonna be him–  n’there gonna come an’- bust yall anyway!! Whaddya want me for?!”

As you’re dragged, you catch a glimpse of shine from above you. In the vent, you see mustard yellow and teal saturated with shadow- all metal. Then, his voice, through a comm on his wrist that flashes in the reflected light:

“Got her. Light it up, on your left.” 

Both lackeys drop what they’re doing and look up to see the vent kicked into the floor– and the wall totally blown in from your right. 

Dynamight -the Symbol of Victory- and Deku -the Symbol of Peace- are dropping in at breakneck speed, though the former is out for blood.

“ALRIGHT, WHICH ONE OF YOU FUCKERS AM I KILLING FIRST??”

Deku’s landing creates a decent wind with his jump, revealing Bakugou behind where the door usually is, and clocking your position almost immediately. 

It’s a powerful thing, to see him in action- you’ve certainly never seen it in person, and you’ve never heard him this mad. To his credit, he never raises his voice enough for you to fear it.

He spots you and the guy who rushes him, but just snarls, evades his whip of weighted chains entirely, grabs him by the calf, and chucks him into the opposing wall with a spinning throw. Then, he sets straight to you.

“DEKU!!” he shouts to Midoriya, “Trash, at your ten!!”

“On it!” Your angel from the ceiling ducts is currently laying into the other guy, but keeps the reeling villain in his sights before he can get up and strike again. You imagine the sucker has more than a few broken bones (or truly is dead, as promised)… he doesn’t move from his figure on the floor.

While you’re still coughing up a storm from the drywall throwing dust everywhere, Bakugou comes to your side and immediately picks your bound body up in a rush from the chair you were perched on.

“C’mere you-” 

He sounds rushed and spent, huffs it out of the room and into a separate office down the hall. 

You spot Ingenium and Creati moving on to the other end of the hall where you know the final villain remains, but you can already hear the squeals of said wimp once Iida bursts in. This will be quick work for the rest of them, so you weren’t worried Dynamight would be needed anymore.

Inside an executive’s office, Bakugou kicks the door behind him shut with his heel and sets you on the dearest flat surface- a decently sized desk.

“Hey you- you still with me?”

You don’t realize you’re breathing so fast until he’s looking you square in the face with split concern. It’s night and day from when he burst in after one of his more gusty explosions, his voice all cracked and high in pitch.

“Cmon, baby look at me- here, let’s get this crap off of you..”

Your gasps for air turn wet and you can’t keep yourself from crying anymore. It would be notably sweet that he still tries his hardest not to curse wildly around you, but right now you don’t care what font his expletives are in. Every bit of stress leaving your body all at once is a rush for your senses and your emotions.

“Kats~”

After his pocketed knife’s quick, careful work separating your arms from your waistline covered in a still-sticky webbing, he sheaths the blade again and collects you up when you launch yourself at him. 

Bakugou holds you hard and fast and you can’t even be bothered to worry about how his shoulder pauldrons are nearly choking you. He’s got you back in his arms, and he’s just saved your life.

“I’m here,” he grunts to you, relieved beyond measure, “I’m here, sweet’eart. You’re safe.”

You’re so thankful. You’re so happy-

“N’d I am so sorry.

-You’re so confused.

In a flippy tone that betrays what heightened nerves you’d just gone through, you ask, 

“Huh?”

Bakugou’s fingers thread into your hair when you try and pull back-

“Don’t. S’the first.” His iron-sure voice wavers, “I- I haven't hugged you all week.”

Then, you’re both crying into each other, and it’s a healing thing. 

Dragging careful nails across the back of his hero suit, you try to offer a tiny bit of comfort to this mass of man cradling you on this desk. You know you’re still in dire need to talk about his recent absence, but what a reunion this was. Feeling him after a seven or eight day stretch of near radio silence changes the degree of flame you hold against him. Honestly now, you’re in the mind to think he deserves a pass entirely. 

Bakugou finally lifts enough to press a kiss to your head, but makes no move to let go of you. “I’ve missed you, baby.”

Has he? He’s barely texted you past the ‘I’m heading out’ and ‘I’ve gotta sleep’ with no room to offer or reciprocate any form of love between you; so much so, it threatened to make you doubt. 

“Have you? I haven’t heard.”

“No, you haven’t. And that’s all on me.”

You turn your head very slowly- your entire neck is still tender, but you'd rather listen to him with an ear to his chest, where you belong. 

“I’ve missed you too,” you settle on the truth. You might have more to say when you’re not so exhausted, but the truth is you’ll still love him no matter what, and you do always miss him.

You miss every moment, big and small. His wins and losses. Nights where he’s high off a victory or the ones where he’s bone-tired and in his head about how weak he must seem. Nights where he takes out his hearing aids and just wants to fall into your silence to sleep safely, and the mornings where he’s up and ready to go take on the day after he has your kiss and hug to charge him up. Whether he has your chapstick smeared up on his cheek, or the promise of your arms to hold him in whatever state he greets you when he comes home, you just miss him. You notice when he’s not there. The house seeks him out, with lights on for him to find his way inside, and low music to soothe what anger might have followed him home.

You take a few moments to just soak each other in. You hope and pray he’ll come home with you after this.

And thank the Maker, your prayers might just be answered.

“This was a wake-up call, sweetheart.” Bakugou sounds a bit bolder, but still talks softly to you and the dust mites around you, “I’m takin’ a leave. A long one.”

The way he promises time off is something he’s toyed with before, but never followed through on.

“You can’t do that, Kats,” there’s no coldness to the words, but you mean it.

“Yes I can. It’s my race; I can step away.”

You sigh against his pec, “I’m.. I’m not asking you to. I can’t, that wouldn’t be fair.”

To you, sure. But not for his dream. Not the dream he’s worked and fought and lived for since before you met, and long before he fell in love with you. You’d supported him in this chase to save everyone and be the best at what he does from day 1, and you’ve never wavered on that– you still wouldn’t, even if someone asked you now feeling as dejected as you do by his absences–

“Tch. Y’know what's not fair?”

Bakugou finally loosens his grip on you to lift your chin up to him with thick, strong fingers, 

“Leavin’ you for days on end; waiting up, worried sick. Leaving, and just assuming you’ll still be there when I get back. And now you’re getting fuckin’ snatched the minute I turn my back on what we have. That isn’t right.”

The correlation is irrational- this incident today was a freak accident. You couldn’t have planned it- or certainly hope that your identity as his significant other is not going to be weaponized. Shuffle in the hallway beyond tells you that the possibility of that information leaking is sufficiently locked up along with them. 

Surely Izuku would have grabbed your phone– and maybe set you up a new lock screen with a mean mug to poke some fun at ‘Kacchan’.

You slump against him, at the sound that he’s being too hard on himself, and that’s not what you want for him either.

“I just miss you, Katsuki. And I want to see you succeed.” you study the bold ‘X’ across his chest with fondness and heartache mixed, “I want both those things. I just can’t help but wonder if you have to go at it so fast? And so hard, where I never see you? Like you’re racing against the clock to be #1? I just want you there in one piece; I don’t care how long it takes.”

You have no doubt he’s going to land the spot before he’s thirty. You just hope for a balanced ascension to the height of his power and ability. And selfishly… you hope you’re in the picture of his life when he does.

Bakugou hears and you do believe he listens, as he smooths a calming hand up and down your arm all the while.

“And today..” you clam up a bit with an uncontrollable shake, “Today was- scary. But you couldn’t help that. Any more that you can help it from happening t’ anyone. I know that,”

And you look up at him despite the burn it causes you. And -a funny contrast to your still teary eyes- you smile.

“-but you did save me. And that was- honestly one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen in my life.”

The comment strikes him as funny, too, since he gives a little chuckle.

“Me blastin’ in and causing you to choke on my smoke?”

You nodded briefly.

“Kinda hot, all things considered.”

Unbelievable, his headshake and eyeroll at how easily you can -and will- make jokes. Perhaps it is the shock still, deflecting with humor. 

You do realize how fragile it is because when you laugh at the absurdity, you catch his eye again and you look just a little too long before you’re sniffling. 

The reality is that you could lose him at any time: whether by his end or yours. He’s got the more dangerous job by far, but if today was any indication on your part, you shouldn’t just think yourself as a shoe-in for safety.

Bakugou cups your face in his hands to make himself perfectly clear.

“You’re the hero today, angel. Watched you in 16-bit as you snuck back there, taking that bastard into next week. You saved every- single- one of them.” he placed a kiss on each word as he praised you. “I am so damn proud of you.”

Your hands still skipped, limbs jumpy. 

“I don’t feel like a hero.”

His lashes lured you in as he gazed at you through them, “Doesn’t mean you aren’t one. You did it scared. That’s pretty hot, too.”

You huffed your amusement as he thanked you in his own way. Best to let him carry on before he’s whisked away again. 

Just as you thought he might release you in ushering you out of the office, Bakugou takes you by the hands so that you can stand, then keeps you in place by his immovable stance.

“Things are gonna change,” he vows, “because none of this shit matters if I don’t have you. Yeah I want you now, but I’m gonna want you after my fire’s burnt out. Which means, I gotta pay attention. I have to set ‘who matters’ just as high as ‘what matters’ and remember why.”

Touched by every word, your trembling lessens. You take in his warmth and his care and his explosive loyalty with confidence and nod in agreement.

Taking one last selfish hug, you sink into your hero again, standing more as equals than you usually feel being held by him. He’s lifted you up in more ways than one. Enough to let safety back into your heart, enough to tease,

“That can’t be your line. When did ‘Zuzu’ give you that one?”

“Hey,” Bakugou flicked you in the temple lightly, “I can be nice too, dammit.”

“Sure you can,” you kiss the dip of his neck in apology.

“You’re just always nice, you can’t appreciate the difference.” he pouts, taking your hand and leading you out of the office.

“...Sure I can.”

You have to give him a solid shot– he’s nothing if not insistent with what he wants.

Outside the room, there are a host of officers, photographers, medics and heroes aiding in the recovery efforts, so you relax your hand in his to let go,

–only he doesn’t let you.

Bakugou glances to you, “You’re in shock, extra. You need to get checked out.”

“I’m fine, Mr. Dynamight,” you chortle with a little head bobble like you would have normally done, only now the movement makes you wince.

“That’s what I thought. OI, Deku- where’s her sh-phone?”

The iron hero stands with the receptionists, looks to you both and smiles gratefully, before nodding off to his company and joins you-

“This, I believe, belongs to you, maam~” he perks up as he comes around to your other side. It’s not so much that you have to pretend to be strangers, but in this high-traffic place, it seems easier to fall into roles of ‘heroes’ and ‘thankful public’.

“How kind, Mr. Symbol of Peace~ I’d be missing this!”

Double checking your lock screen, he did -in fact- change your cover screen to a playful selfie: pointing at the crumbled remains of the wall they’d broken into, with the caption:

>>Whatever Kacchan wants, Kacchan gets <3<<

Muting your laugh, you simply tilt your phone Bakugou’s way and catch Midoriya’s quick wink back to you, before he sets off running with a screaming boyfriend sprinting after him.

At least Katsuki showed up back at your place at 6:30PM on the dot, fixed you both a salmon dinner, and started getting your baseline of support back on track. With his next two weeks off and barely keeping his hands off of you so far, you believed he was making good on remembering his why.

[scrompsautobotsrchives]

Thanks for making the Orion one! Can you now do a twin reader with D-16? reader is a sweet bot and helps him as they both cover Orion from his shenanigans. Reader can sense D's anger when Sentinel's betrayal is revealed and tries to be the calming presence. Maybe reader becomes too horrified by his actions when he becomes Megatron and stays with Optimus.

More than meets the eye Pt 2

I'm very happy that you enjoyed the Orion headcanons. Brian Tyree Henry stole the show as D-16. Warning: Spoilers

You and D-16 have been thick as thieves since you started working down in the mines on IACON, Meeting Orion pax along the way when he complemented the Megatronus prime sticker.

You were always a sweet calming figure for D, always reassuring him when something got a little out of hand, especially with Orion's shenanigans.

"Take a deep breath for me" You said calmly as you helped D do so. "Now, I understand what happened was concerning, but it was out of our control"

"You're right... You're right" he nodded, looking up at you with a soft smile.

You always helped cover for the two when Jazz got trapped down in the mines or when you three entered the race even though you couldn't transform.

"Grrr Miners !!!" Darkscream was furious that he had to deal with you three again.

"Sup scream, Long time no see" You chuckled as you stood up for the two.

But when you went up to the surface and learnt the truth about Sentinel Prime, You could sense something was wrong with D.

You noticed that he became a little more unstable, more irrational and more angry...

"D we can stop him, You just have to trust us"

"They took everything from us y/n !! Our whole lives were a lie !!"

And when you got back to IACON, you were horrified when you watched as D dropped into the planet's core and ripped Sentinel in half.

You could hear his followers chanting 'Hail Megatron !!'

When Orion came back as Optimus Prime, he defeated Megatron.

"Go... Take the high guard and leave... You are banished from IACON."

"This isn't over... prime !"

Megatron began to walk, But he looked back seeing you stood alongside Optimus, Making up your mind. You were staying.

He felt hurt... even more... his own twin.

He will rise again, Make you see the true way of the Decepticons.

[floralcyanide]

― ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴊᴀᴠɪ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs

headcanons of you being friends with Javi and it leading to something more in the future.

↝ pairing: Javier "Javi" Rivera / Gender Neutral!Reader

↝ warnings: SPOILERS FOR TWISTERS (2024), friends to lovers, kissing, innuendo, mentions of injury/ scarring

↝ word count: 1k

↝ author's note: this was requested by anonymous! thank you for the request, and for the others who have sent some in, I will be getting to to them soon! (: enjoy more Javi content ♡

masterlist ⋇ divider credit: @saradika | @cafekitsune

ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

✲ You and Javi were thick as thieves all throughout school. You were those two best friends who stuck together no matter what came at you. Even when you harbored a major crush on Javi, you still remained his partner in crime. There wasn’t anything separating you two.

✲ The two of you went on to college together, even. Working in the same field, nonetheless. You meet Kate, Raveen, Addy, and Jeb in environmental science class. All of you worked together on a grand project that Kate had proposed. And the time came for you all to go out in the field and conduct the research.

✲ It goes horribly wrong very quickly. You ended up injured just like Kate, except you have a nasty scar on your arm instead. You, Javi, and Kate are the only ones who survived the ordeal, and after that, communication slowly comes to an end between the three of you.

✲ You lose touch with Javi when he leaves for the military. The storm changed him, and he wasn’t really the same after. Neither were you, but you still deeply cared about Javi and hated to see him go. You tried sending letters and even calling but to no avail.

✲ 5 years have passed, and you’re now an environmental science professor specializing in tornadic weather. You work closely with meteorologists for research purposes. You have written several essays, books, and even textbooks on weather phenomena. 

✲ It’s a normal day when you get a call from an unknown number. Usually, you don’t answer them, but this time something inside you said you should. Much to your surprise, it’s Javi. 

✲ “Hello?” you answer after accepting the call. “It’s so nice to hear your voice again.” a familiar voice says. “Javi Rivera? Is that you?” you immediately close your laptop, sitting in your office chair, nearly frozen in place. 

✲ Javi explains that the company he works for is trying to find a way to stop tornadoes or at least learn how they work, and they need your help. He tries to say you’re one of the best in the field. “Just one of the best, huh? Who else did you call before me?” “I’ll be honest, we called Kate. But she didn’t want anything to do with it.”

✲ You agree to meet with Javi to discuss the project further. The day comes for you to see Javi again, and you’re beyond nervous. But when you arrive at the cafe, and he’s sitting there, all that nervousness fades away and is replaced by those old feelings of butterflies. 

✲ After talking about the company’s ideas, you veer off-topic. You notice Javi staring at you with an expression you can’t quite put your finger on. “What is it?” you ask. “Nothing, I just didn’t expect you to be so much more beautiful now.” Javi smiles as a tinge of red dusts his cheeks at the confession. “Well, if it helps, I didn’t expect you to be more handsome, but I’ve always thought you were.”

✲ A deep conversation leads to both of you finding out you had liked each other all those years and even now. A considerable amount of time has passed, and you realize you must head home for work early the next morning. Javi walks you outside to hail a taxi, but before you climb inside the backseat, he grabs your face and kisses you. It’s sudden, and you aren’t expecting it, but you kiss back. It isn’t until the taxi driver honks his horn that you pull away. 

✲ “Let me know what you think, okay?” Javi says. “About you or chasing again?” you ask, a playful smile on your lips. “Both.” 

✲ Chasing with Javi knowing how you feel about each other is a little more nerve-wracking than it probably would have been if you hadn’t known. Especially since you feel the need to be in the truck with him every time you go somewhere or worry incessantly every time you go to put out the panels during a tornado. You’re afraid something is going to happen again.

✲ But it all fades away eventually. You succeed in the project and are able to create an early-warning system and have enough data to possibly get rid of tornadoes all together. You and Javi decide to go on a proper date after everything settles. 

✲ It’s a simple picnic out in the fields of Oklahoma, but you don’t mind. It’s where everything started with you and Javi, anyway. You thought you’d never come back here, yet here you are. “Can I say something?” Javi asks suddenly after a few minutes of silence. He stares at the clear sky for a moment before turning to you, “I’m sorry I left you behind here. And I’m sorry I never reached out while in the military. I just didn’t know when I’d be coming home or if I’d be coming home, actually.” “I understand, Javi. You don’t have to apologize.” “I kept your letters. I got them all, and I still have them.” 

✲ Javi is taken by surprise when you lean in and return the kiss he gave you weeks ago back in the city. But he kisses back, of course. “I’m glad you kept them, Javi. I just wish you would have at least responded to one,” you chuckle. 

✲ The two of you end up working side-by-side on the project to take down tornadoes once and for all. Your relationship blossoms as you get to know each other all over again. Javi treats you like royalty, always running to open the car door for you, drawing your baths, and cooking you dinner. He always ensures you’re taken care of and makes up for lost time.

✲ Oh, there’s a lot of making up, for sure. Sometimes, you have to sneak into a storage closet at work to compensate. It’s for all those times you and Javi thought about doing something about your attraction yet never did. But there’s the rest of your lives now.

[tastefulsimp]

Rescue from the Fade Prison

SPOILER WARNING: Dragon Age: The Veilguard

I recently played Dragon Age: The Veilguard and wanted to try writing how I think Rook's rescue from the Fade Prison actually went down. (+ a self-indulgent Emmrich romance) I felt like the game really glossed over the fact that we were stuck there for weeks. (I also tied it in with Vows & Vengeance) **Edit: I updated to remove Neve because I forgot she wouldn't be there if Bellara was there.

Emmrich's perspective | Female Elf, Veil Jumper Rook | Angst? | Fluff?

In the weeks following Ghilan’nain’s demise, Emmrich and Bellara only had one goal: finding Rook. Solas, clever and dangerous as he is, swapped places with her. While he walked freely, she was trapped in the Fade. Harding made the ultimate sacrifice for them, their cause. It wouldn’t be in vain. They couldn’t face Elgar’nan without Rook. They had to find a way to her, then deal with the gods together.

In the first seven days, the team was frantic and grieving. Stacks of books, scattered notes, and various Fade instruments were strewn about the laboratory, with Emmrich among them. How could he let this happen? Thedas knew Rook as the role she was forced into. The Hero. There was always an effervescence about her. A defiant, determined nature he hadn’t seen up close since his younger days. As a leader, that’s who she had to become to survive, but Emmrich knew a different woman.

In the quiet hours, she had revealed a kind, gentle spirit. She brought a thoughtful and open-minded approach to every situation. Rook never balked at his work, never scoffed at anyone, for that matter. As friends, they had uncovered a strong, unwavering bond. But as lovers, they found greater depths, all waiting to be explored together. In passing glances, delicate touches, and flushed cheeks, they found comfort in the silence. She gazed at him with such adoration. He was never sure that he deserved it or any of her affection. Yet, he was so taken with her. She made the struggle worth it. If killing the gods meant he could relish her embrace for just a moment more, he would face any danger.

Yet, during their struggle, he could do nothing to protect her. When Rook ripped the dagger from Ghilan’nain’s lifeless body, she had vanished. He caught a glimpse of her through the blinding light radiating from the dagger and then nothing. As if Rook had never been there, and neither had the dagger.

Worst of all, the last thing he and Rook did was argue. It all feels so trivial now. A quick apology amidst the chaos was all he was able to convey. He should have considered the reality of their situation and held her instead of letting his fears get in the way. Harding died, and Rook was lost to the Fade. And he let her walk away angry the night before. He had many fears, but the thought of losing her forever was truly unbearable.

Over the following week, the team grew hopeless, but Emmrich’s determination did not falter. Bellara spent hours searching academic texts with him. She and Rook were thick as thieves. The two Veil Jumpers had bonded over their love of uncovering lost history and preserving their shared culture. Not to mention, Bellara knew much about the Fade’s complexities. She was such a promising young mage, as was Rook. Emmrich was grateful for the assistance. Their idea to create a replica lyrium dagger was a bust, yet knowing that Bellara would not rest until Rook returned pushed him even harder.

In the third week, Emmrich sat on the library sofa, thumbing through mountains of notes and laboring over pages he’d reviewed a hundred times. While Bellara sat on the floor, tinkering with an artifact she hoped could aid them. Lucanis leaned against the sofa armrest, sipping coffee and chatting with the pair.

"Emmrich, have you ever located someone lost in the Fade before? Lucanis asked.

"Sort of, although the living aren't typically in the Fade to begin with," he sighed. "I witnessed a young woman track down her beloved across the Veil. What was her name?" He pauses. "Ah yes, Nadia."

Bellara stopped fiddling with the artifact and sat up straight. "Nadia... Did she have a friend? I think their name was Drayden?" she asked. Lucanis shifted in his seat at the mention of the name.

"Why, yes. She did, actually." Emmrich replied.

“I, uh, met them briefly in Arlathan. We veil-jumped together but got separated on the way out,” Bellara looked down at her lap. I never learned what happened to them or where the Fade spit them out.”

"Interesting, I also encountered these two, as did Neve." His gaze dropped to the floor at the memory of his missing partner.

"Manfred and I had pulled off during a bad storm, and Nadia found us. She was screaming for help.” He said as he sat the notes down on the table. “Poor Drayden was poisoned, and Nadia… Well, she was whisked into the Fade by a demon posing as her beloved.” He said sorrowfully.

Emmrich’s blood ran cold. The realization that he was now in Nadia’s position. Searching endlessly for a way to break in and save his beloved from the Fade. Except he was a Fade expert, and he knew the odds all too well.

“Neve said they killed that demon, with Harding— and Varric too,” Lucanis smiled empathetically. “From what I heard, Nadia’s partner died in a relic explosion in the Silent Plains... because of Solas." Lucanis paused before speaking again.

"Emmrich, look. If Rook took Solas’ place in the prison, she wouldn’t be exposed to demons or spirits. Rook's situation is different.” he reassured him.

“But, the culprit is the same.” Bellara said in a low tone, “Fucking, Solas.” she spat in the direction of the fake lyrium dagger.

Emmrich gave Lucanis a doleful smile. He was right, although it brings little comfort. Above all else, he hoped that Rook wouldn’t realize how much time had actually passed. It was well known that time moves differently in the Fade. Had it only been days for her? Hours?

He thought for a moment; if Solas had swapped places with Rook— why didn’t they see him on Tearstone Island? Solas is powerful, but even he can’t manipulate the Fade to choose where it drops you from the inside. We spent days searching for fade tears on the island, but nothing. **Rook wasn’t just sucked into any old fade tear; it was the dagger. We didn’t see him leave the Fade on the island, which must have meant that the dagger had brought him somewhere else. The Dreadwolf’s last physical location on Thedas? The Ritual Site. Emmrich shot up from the sofa, startling his companions.

“We must travel to Arlathan,” he stated calmly as his companions stared at him in surprise, “with haste.”

He crossed the library calmly, then sprinted to get his things.

Fade anomalies had grown stronger in the hours since their arrival. Davrin set up camp while Emmrich roamed the area with various Fade instruments, followed by Taash, ready to fight off any demons or darkspawn that might interrupt their search. Hours passed as they searched, determined to find the weakest point in the veil. At the top of the steps in the center of the ritual site, the veil was weakening rapidly. Right where Solas performed his ritual. He should have known.

“This way, it’s thinner here.” Emmrich gestured ahead.

“You better be right,” Taash grumbled.

The team was prepared for anything to escape the Fade, demons, spirits, or other Evanuris. Yet, they all held out hope that Rook was the reason for the thinning veil. Bellara sat on a log with the professor as he fidgeted with his rings, watching the small fade tear grow.

“Emmrich, you can get some rest, you know,” Bellara said, patting him on the shoulder.

The older man smiled at her.

“You’re right, it’s just.. we’re so close.” Emmrich sighs.

“I know what you mean. It’s her.. I feel it, too.” she replies.

Emmrich adjusted his coat, preparing to stand.

“Professor, wait,” she stammers. “I wanted to thank you.”

“Whatever for?” Emmrich questions.

“For returning my letters, for agreeing to help us… for caring for my best friend.”

“Bellara, I—”

“Let me finish,” she interrupts. "Aldwir, she’s the strongest person I know. She’ll get through this. But she needs you. And she cares about you. Gods, she never stops talking about you or making eyes across the room at you. Honestly, I don’t even think you noticed.” She sighs, realizing she’s rambling. "I know you regret the fight, so when she gets out, tell her before you lose the chance.“

Emmrich nods, sitting in silence with her for a moment before speaking.

“You knew about our argument?” he questions.

Bellara glares at him.

“Of course I do. Where do you think she went after your room?” she shouts.

He laughs, and a moment later, she joins him.

“She needs you too, Bellara.” his expression softens.

“I know, just don’t screw this up. I respect you both too much and don’t want things to get weird.” Bellara sighs.

“It won’t come to that,” Emmrich assures her, then rises off the log heading toward his tent, “And, my dear Bellara. I always notice.”

As dawn approached on their second day at the camp, Emmrich stepped from his tent, followed by Manfred, to check the progress on the growing fade tear. They approached the stairs, astonished by how much the tear had grown. Blue and green light spilled from it now, threatening to blind whomever stared too long.

“Manfred, fetch my kit, please,” he said to the skeleton.

Manfred hissed happily before turning around toward the tent again. Lucanis had second watch that night, and Emmrich was meant to relieve him, but was surprised to find him sitting in front of the tear.

“Lucanis, is everything alright?” he said, crouching beside him.

“Rook, she’s in there. I saw her for a moment,” he stated, “and I think I saw Varric Tethras with her.”

Emmrich’s blood ran cold as he realized she might be in danger. Knowing the Fade, it was not likely the real spirit of Varric Tethras. No, this would not happen again, not like Nadia. Not his, Rook.

“We need to get her out. I believe I can expedite the process. Quick, wake the others.” Emmrich said as he approached the Fade tear.

“Rook!” Lucanis yelled.

Manfred returned with Emmrich’s tools, and the rest of the camp followed.

“What’s all the yelling about?” Taash yelled as they rushed up the stairs.

Emmrich began chanting a spell and waving a Fade tool while his companions gathered around the fade tear, desperate to find a way to help.

“What can we do to help Professor?” Bellara shouted.

“There! A light!” Emmrich exclaimed.

“We’ve got something, get ready,” Lucanis shouted.

Taash moved closer as Emmrich reached his hand inside the Fade tear. An elven hand wrapped around Emmrich’s emerged from the tear. Taash quickly reached in to grab the rest of the arm. The others grabbed onto Emmrich and Taash as they held tight onto the arm.

“Heave!” Taash shouted.

The group tumbled backward, knocking them to the ground as they pried Rook from the Fade’s grasp. Rook kneeled on the stone, patting her body to make sure she remained in one piece.

Taash, Davrin, and Lucanis shouted and cheered as Bellara ran toward her kneeling friend. Bellara looked her over for wounds, then hugged her tightly.

“Bellara— please, I can’t— breathe…” Rook struggled to say.

“Oh! I’m sorry. I’m just so glad you’re okay.” Bellara said through sobs.

She pulled away, and the two smiled tearfully at each other. Still recovering from his tumble on the stone, Emmrich had finally risen to his feet again and slowly approached the reunited friends.

Bellara heard the footsteps and realized she may have been a little selfish. She wiped a stray tear away from her friend’s face before she turned around and ushered the other companions back to their tents.

Emmrich kneeled, dropping his tools to the ground, and caressed Rook’s cheeks. His gaze softened as he looked into his lover’s eyes. That look, the adoration, it remained. Even after their fight. Even after three weeks trapped in the Fade. She still gazed at him with such a tender expression.

“You found me,” Rook said, smiling through her tears.

“Darling, I never stopped looking.” he smiled tearfully back at her before gently kissing her forehead and pulling her into his chest.

[mochirb]

revisited an old farmer oc and ended up bringing her back

her name is Olivia but she tells everyone to call her Liv

some artwork~

first one: Sebastian and Sam are attempting to teach Liv how to play Solorian Chronicles. She is... a slow learner.

base

Second one: The Three Musketeers! Inspired by Magg's Immersive Sebastian Mod (won't go into detail in case of spoilers) but essentially I like to think Liv would be thick as thieves with Sebastian and Sam. ((Also why is Sam's hair so had to draw????))

base

That's all~

I'm gonna be drawing more of her (and Sebastian) soon. I'm also thinking of starting a fanfic but dunno yet!

[swan-angelyc]

💚 Sebastian Sallow x Ominis Gaunt x MC Headcanons

Sebastian Sallow x MC x Ominis Gaunt, Gender Neutral MC, your house is left ambiguous, MC is based off of my own MC to some extent. CW: Mentions of fighting goblins, being injured AU: Everybody is 18+, and Hogwarts admits 18+ year olds instead of 11 year olds. Idk, little kids using magic doesn't sit well with me lol. If you gave 11 year old me magic, I would have turned everybody into toads. There isn't an 18+ section in here, but still. This contains spoilers for the game; read with caution if you have not played or finished the main story to its entirety. Enjoy!

Introduction —

Your first official day at Hogwarts was spent attending classes and meeting people; If you are Slytherin, you met both Sebastian and Ominis after waking up that morning. Despite their demeanours, they are quite nice to you, welcoming you and offering to help in any way they can.

Sebastian's reading a book; you catch him off guard, and he spits a "Can I help you", until he realizes you're the new student. After some friendly banter, he wishes you good luck, and resumes his reading.

Ominis, on the other hand, is smugly listening to first years trying to locate mermaids by the window. He smiles a little at hearing them cheer before he notices you standing by.

His kind nature was somewhat surprising, seeing as Slytherin wasn't known for its kindness, but him sympathizing with you about the dragon attack was more than appreciated.

It was safe to say both had liked you already, but if you're in another house, it's a different story. You gain Sebastian's respect and like of you after beating him at a duel; he's amazed that you beat him, and he commends your skill. He's chosen to take you to Hogsmeade, and he, yet again, commends you after you take down a troll.

Ominis doesn't quite like you yet, and he only does once Sebastian feeds him information about you. "You know there is such thing as trying too hard," he'll sneer as he walks past you. He's hard to impress. After the Undercroft incident, he threatened to exploit his father's relationship with the Headmaster. It was clear Ominis was not your biggest fan.

It takes a few adventures with him and Sebastian for him to like you, however. Ominis is not one to trust people so easily.

It takes a while before the feelings arise, but they propose a polyamorous ordeal. After all, the three of you are as thick as thieves, and nobody should be the awkward third wheel.

And so it was settled.

General —

— You are definitely the warrior of the group; your abilities make you a powerful ally, and whilst Sebastian is strong, you're much stronger. Ominis is your silent cheerleader. You won't hear him loudly shout praises, but you will be praised after any fights that take place.

— These fools cheer you on in any class. Charms, potions, whatever the case. After all, you are still new, and you'll need assistance. They're willing to give you a helping hand if you need it.

Ominis will offer a thumbs up. Sebastian's the one that loudly shouts about how well you're doing and how proud they are of you.

— Sebastian and Ominis differ in terms of personalities; they're still Slytherin, sure, but they have different traits. Sebastian's bold and charismatic, pulling you in with his occasional obnoxiousness. Ominis, on the other hand, is quiet, calm, and enigmatic; being an enigma is enough to make people want to know him.

This carries on into their love lives; Sebastian will haul ass and sacrifice himself for you...when it comes to getting in trouble. He will take the blame for you if you need to get into the restricted section, which is often. His loyalty is undying, and he won't leave either of your sides.

Ominis, on the other hand, is protective and excellent with his words. He will talk people out of hurting you or even yelling at you. Do not let his blindness fool you, he is an absolute master when it comes to being a wordsmith.

— You take constant trips to Hogsmeade. Non-alcohol butterbeer is so worth the walk, despite sometimes being tedious. Because you have a ton of galleons from your adventures, you can buy pretty much anything, and they always marvel at that fact.

Sebastian - "Can we buy the entire stock at Honeydukes?"

Ominis - "...Sebastian, no. [Name], don't."

You - "I mean...I've been tempted before..."

— They are more than fascinated by the adventures that you take, but both become concerned about your safety. They dislike it when you leave for more than a few hours. If you have to leave for days without end, it becomes a requirement that you send letters so they know you're okay. Sebastian doesn't doubt your safety. You beat a damn troll!

But Ominis is like a mother hen. He stays concerned until he hears your voice and touches your skin.

— Due to your constant travels all over the land, you become friends with many creatures. Some are mountable, others are brought into the Room of Requirement for materials and for a better life. Sebastian's amazed by the things and creatures in your bag, eventually growing eager at the fact that-

"YOU HAVE A HIPPOGRIFF ON YOU?"

Ominis cringes at Sebastian's excited tone, but the blind man simply raises a brow, "Is that true?"

Which then leads to rides on Highwing. Well, Sebastian rides her. Ominis facepalms as you snicker at Sebastian's excitement.

Ominis, however, does enjoy petting your Puffskein. He claims it's like a "walking pillow".

Both are shocked at the fact that you have a family of Thestrals in your Room of Requirement.

— You don't always wear the Hogwarts uniform; when you come back wearing a black outfit with a cape, Sebastian whistles. "Damnnn."

Ominis loves feeling the material; it's surprisingly soft.

— Outside of classes, you three spend your time together, always. The undercroft and Hogsmeade are your favourite places to go. However, sometimes, one of you is busy; you have battles to face, Sebastian has Anne, and Ominis has to worry about his family back at home.

On the days where only you and either boy remain, activities vary. Sebastian will roam the castle with you, talking non-stop. Talking is something he enjoys quite a lot. Sometimes you visit Anne and wish her well. Other times you duel. He knows he won't win against you, but it's fun regardless! Besides, you're partners in Twisted Wands, he needs to practice.

Ominis enjoys more quiet activities. A nice walk through the gardens as you hold hands, letting him read to you...

His wand allows him to 'see', but only shadows. He can't see proper colours. He'll ask you to describe them to him, though.

— The three of you click, as you are all suffering hardships; you are fighting 2 different factions at once whilst balancing schoolwork, Ominis despises his family and his name, and Sebastian's sister being sick, alongside his uncle being a prick aren't helping him whatsoever.

It becomes even worse when you lose Fig; the battle at Hogwarts lead to his demise, and you gave all of your strength to keep Ranrok at bay. Whilst the professors and the headmaster gave a speech about Fig, Ominis and Sebastian held you close.

— Being injured isn't a common occurrence to you; you have Wiggenweld potions, Edurus potions, and you're basically agile. During the occasional times when you ARE injured, they make sure you stay and rest. Whether in bed, or with them.

— Ominis sometimes has to keep you two in line, seeing as you're a glutton for adventure, and Sebastian loves sneaking into places he's not supposed to be.

But he wouldn't have it any other way.

[illubean]

can i request a chrollo x reader where reader was one of his childhood friends back in meteor city, but she died (up to you how!) and he still dreams about her? possibly her appearance being grown to what chrollo imagines she’d look like now? only if you’re comfortable with the request ♡ i love your writing so much!

Remembrance

Characters: Chrollo Lucilfer Type: Angst, Oneshot, Fem!Reader

reader is basically Sarasa here...

Warnings: mentions of kidnapping?/death, description of a dead body, spoilers for Chrollo's background

Not a day goes by where Chrollo doesn't think about you.

You two were as thick as thieves, growing up together in the slums of Meteor City. Though you guys had nothing, you always managed to find ways to have fun and stay happy. Your beaming, bright smile is something that's stuck in the back of Chrollo's mind for all of these years. You used to stand up to the bigger kids who liked to pick on him, and in turn Chrollo helped you learn how to read and write.

Once you guys got a little older, Chrollo had started his little acting troupe, you being there to support him every step of the way. Though you weren't formally part of the group, you would tag along with them and managed to become good friends with the rest of them. One of the things Chrollo liked most about you was how kind you were. You were the sweetest girl anyone could possibly have the pleasure of meeting and he loved that about you.

Which is why he was infuriated after finding out what happened to you.

It wasn't unusual for child traffickers to make their way through meteor city, especially considering that none of it's residents have any sort of legal documentation. They just so happened to be passing through while you were exploring on your own. Being the ever naive little girl you were, you didn't think much when some men claiming to be refugees stopped you and asked for directions to the nearest normal city.

Out of the kindness of your heart, you led them to the outskirts of a forest and told them that the fastest way to modern civilization was to cut through it.

Your best quality ended up being your biggest weakness that day.

After catching wind of your disappearance, Chrollo and the troupe split up in order to try and find you. They searched the forest for hours and when they had finally found you, Chrollo's heart dropped to his ass. Your body was laying beneath a large willow tree, nearly mutilated beyond recognition while your lifeless eyes stared back at him, glazed over. Never in his life has Chrollo felt so many emotions at once the way he did in that moment.

In the years following your passing, Chrollo frequently had dreams of you. The pain they brought him left him restless. Even up until he had a hard time sleeping in fear of reliving those memories of you again.

After some time had passed, Chrollo became the renowned leader of the notorious gang The Phantom Troupe. Though the night terrors of you had stopped some time ago, Chrollo never forgot you. How could he? You meant everything to him.

Every so often he would visit your grave with a few of the original troupe members. Other times he would visit alone and tell you all about what has happened since you've been gone.

It wasn't up until recently had the dreams of you resurfaced, but this time they were different. They didn't bring immense pain or remind him of how you looked the day he found you dead, but rather images of what could've been had you survived. You appeared in his dreams all grown up, being much taller than you were before with h/c hair that was longer/shorter than he remembered. Many things about your appearance had changed, but one thing that stayed the same was your bright smile you'd always seemed to wear.

Upon having this dream for the first time Chrollo shot up from his slumber in a cold sweat. He looked around the room before bringing his hands to his face, resting his head in them as he let out a deep sigh. Knowing he couldn't return to sleep any time soon, Chrollo stepped out of the room of the hotel he'd rented onto the balcony, lighting a cigarette and leaning against the railing. He enjoyed the light breeze and sounds of the city beneath him, looking out over all the bright lights and night bustle.

His moment of peace was brief however, being interrupted by a voice he'd never heard before.

"I've missed you, Chrollo."

The addressed man whipped his head around in shock, only to see that there was no one behind him. Letting out another sigh, he rubbed his eyes and put his cigarette out before returning to his room, pondering on how he would spend the rest of his night.

The next few times he had these dreams they had only gotten worse. They would show him what could've been. The life he could've had. What you could've had. Who you could've been.

You, you, you, you, you.

It was driving him mad. Tonight like any other, Chrollo lied restless, staring towards the ceiling. The soft pitter patter of rain soothed him as he started to relax. Until he heard the voice again.

"Look, we're all grown up."

Similar to the first night he shot up from the bed he was in, eyes frantically scanning the room before resting on the image of you his brain had created, standing in the corner of the darkened room. Chrollo rubbed his eyes before staring at you again before you spoke up once more.

"How have you been?"

Chrollo grit his teeth before chucking his pillow at you, only for your image to disappear as it made contact with the wall. Letting out a grunt, his tensed shoulders went slack just to stiffen back up at the sound of you again.

"What is it you're afraid of Chrollo?"

You appeared in the center of the room this time, closer than before.

"Didn't you miss me?"

Tearing the blanket off of himself he reaches to grab you only for you to disappear and reappear again, this time directly behind him. This went on for a few minutes, you appearing, Chrollo trying to hit you, just for you to disappear and move to another part of the room.

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!"

With this demand Chrollo was now in the center of the room, looking towards the floor, distressed. The silence in the room was disrupted by nothing by the sound of his heavy breathing for a few moments, until you appeared before him one last time, being directly in front of him.

"I love you, Chrollo."

The man shot his fist towards where your face would be, only to hit nothing before he stormed out of the room. He ran through the rain for hours, with no destination in mind. He had hoped to escape his own thoughts and hallucinations this way, only for his feet to have managed to lead him back to that same willow tree.

Chrollo dropped to his knees as his tears mixed with the water droplets of the passing storm. In front of him stood a tattered wooden cross that had been stabbed into the dirt, which in messy carvings read

In remembrance of Y/n

[the-wise-mans-fear]

Laela never says that she saw him die or provides any specific details, so i feel like she heard this information from someone else. we already know there's people in the city working to get Kamet out of there. and like what are the odds he'd die on the one day Kamet actually has an escape route?? and that he learns of it right after he gets accostised by a mysterious attolian?? so there's no chance for Kamet to really think about Costis's offer?? so he'll be certain to jump at a chance to save himself?? Kamet keeps waiting for the news to reach him and Costis but like. i am absolutely convinced that it never will

according to my ebook app i am 17% of the way through Thick as Thieves and i would like it to be known that i'm convinced Nahuseresh isn't actually dead

[saintsenara]

Thoughts on Tobias Snape/Eileen Prince and Eileen Prince/Tom Riddle Jr.?

thank you very much for the ask, anon!

i've answered eileen prince/tom riddle here - spoiler alert, i don't hugely back it.

when it comes to eileen prince/tobias snape - which also got its own shoutout from another mystery anon:

now... my view on this is informed by the fact that i simply don't accept the fanon that eileen is from an elite [whether we mean socially or financially elite] pureblood family - she can't be! her marriage to a muggle man is announced in the daily prophet! what purebloods are doing that?

the only person who ever suggests she might be is harry, who does so on the basis of no evidence, in order to force a comparison between snape and voldemort as a way of soothing his furious grief over dumbledore's death.

but one of the central jokes in voldemort's background is that he is - by far - the most aristocratic character in the entire series, in both the magical and muggle worlds, but is denied access to the social cachet this brings in the muggle world because he's raised in an orphanage and never acknowledged by tom riddle sr. and in the wizarding world because he has a muggle name which means he's denied access to the lineage-based hierarchy of wizarding society, even though he's descended from slytherin. it doesn't make narrative sense, then, for snape to be in the same position - the uniqueness of voldemort's parentage is the point.

[and also the point of harry's assessment of snape at the end of half-blood prince is that it's... wrong.]

i personally think of eileen, then, as a half-blood - but a half-blood with a magical father, which gives her the name-based protection we see in canon afforded to half-bloods like harry. i can just about accept her as a pureblood from a minor pureblood family, but only if - regardless of this blood-status - she's from a aspirational-working- or lower-middle-class background, rather than raised in ancestral majesty.

[after all, we have andromeda for that.]

i also like to think of her and tobias as childhood friends, from technically the same class bracket, but from very different sub-brackets within this group - so, tobias from a destitute working-class background which was looked at with disgust by the aspirational-working-classes to which the princes belonged; exactly as is the case with her son and lily.

i like this - the idea that they were once thick as thieves, with magic the only difference between them - because the canonical series does far too little interrogation of the fact that, for all dumbledore and the order's grandstanding over the inherent goodness of the muggle world, all but one of the mixed muggle-magical relationships we see in canon fail*, all muggleborn children extract themselves totally from the world of their birth, and the two worlds are as completely segregated by the good guys as they are by the death eaters.

eileen discovering that magic - which looked so unlikely to cause an issue when she fell in love with toby aged ten - causes the man she adores to despise her and subject her to appalling violence, the son she loves to resent her, and the poverty in which she lives to continue unabated is something i think is really valuable to explore.

plus, the idea that eileen - in her son's eyes - threw away her prestigious magical education to return to a cotton-town slum and marry a poor man provides the perfect explanation for why severus snape makes many of the choices he makes in his life.

[*we hear of four muggle-magical relationships in canon: tom riddle sr. and merope gaunt, tobias and eileen, dean's parents, and seamus' parents. we all know what happened to tom and merope, tobias and eileen are canonically a violent, unhappy marriage, dean's dad leaves his mum when he’s a baby, and seamus' parents may or may not still be together. jkr has added several more in her post-series writing... almost all of which are similarly unhappy.]

[wrathful-banette]

sooo.... I've been getting into slay the princess. here are some headcanons for the voices if they were given free reign to exist in the outside world. also they all live in the same house since I'm a sucker for that trope. also the princesses be there

under the cut because it will be very long. endgame spoilers for stp btw.

Voice Of The Hero:

the one that everyone is at least mostly chill with.

all the other voices have a fair amount of experience with him, considering the routes.

overall a pretty kind and considerate guy ←this is literally just canon what am I going on about

Can very easily miss subtext and sarcasm also.

↑the contrarian exploits this for friendly reasons!

↑↑the cold exploits this for evil reasons

I imagine he would look basically like a smaller the long quiet.

him and the contrarian are thick as thieves, as well as him and the long quiet.

struggles with feelings of loneliness and disconnection from the world around him.

semi-frequent nightmares, ranging from mostly being unpleasant dreams to "waking up in the middle of night terrified." thankfully, the latter option is rather rare for him.

very fond of physical affection.

Voice Of The Contrarian:

he's a crow!

very good at using reverse psychology.

However, this comes at the cost of being very susceptible to reverse psychology himself.

forgets to preen with alarming frequency, with surprisingly little consequence.

extremely loyal to those he cares for, just in weird ways.

Shares the hero's trait of being rather susceptible to loneliness.

he really likes giving the other voices nicknames! it's a show of affection for him.

him and hero kind of have what you'd call a bromance going on.

Voice Of The Hunted:

a sandpiper.

He's grown a lot more comfortable with the others, even though he still retains his prey animal mindset in a lot of ways.

very frequently puttering around making sure "the flock" (the other voices) are doing okay.

↑ especially when it comes to food!! his ass WILL make sure you've eaten

one of the main driving forces reminding the broken to eat drink and preen himself.

very meticulous about preening himself, but somehow even more meticulous with the others (headcanon inspired by someone else idr who sadly)

Can go from just standing on the ground normally to flying like 20 feet in the air in just a couple seconds.

he can and has done this on pure instinct when he's been startled outdoors.

desperately wants to carry people around you should totally let him do that pleasepleasepleaseplease

Very nervous around the beast/den, but has been calming down a bit in that respect.

surprisingly protective over the other voices, the broken and paranoid especially.

Voice Of The Smitten:

flamingo <3

struggles with feelings of inadequacy, feeling like he has to give 110% to the acts of service with the damsel at all times, even when that just isn't feasible for him.

He has a... complex relationship with the stubborn.

He struggles to understand how the hell his relationship with the adversary even functions, but is able to respect it for the most part.

↑This respect was only fostered when they almost got into a physical fight because the smitten questioned if he really loved the adversary.

Smitten's really bad at asking for help, sees it as unbecoming for himself.

For this same reason, he's also terrible at expressing his more genuinely bad feelings.

overpreens when stressed, leading to bald spots which he always gets extremely self-conscious and embarrassed about. nobody knows he gets these except himself.

resents the voice of the cold for the burned grey route, but refuses to give him the time of day about it.

Voice of the Broken:

He's been doing better. the others have been helping the best they can.

surprisingly enough however, one of the biggest catalysts for his improving mental health has been... the nightmare/moment of clarity?

it started off as her not having any fun messing with somebody who was already so beaten down, but the paradigm has long sense shifted from that.

Don't get me wrong, he's still a pushover. but less so now.

^these headcanons courtesy of @kalkori btw (hiii kb :3)

His feathers are a mess most of the time. the hunted is his saving grace in this respect.

actually, him and the hunted have grown rather close, in their own weird way.

Voice of The Stubborn:

he's a shoebill stork!

him and the adversary/eye of the needle are in a relationship together.

They've since branched out and gotten other hobbies other than beating the shit out of eachother (though they still do that frequently),

like beating the shit out of invasive plants, and picking fights with the more powerful princesses together

^the tower has not known a moment of peace since this began. she will not know a moment of peace again.

he frequently wrestles with the long quiet for fun!

hotblooded in the most literal way possible. actual walking heater.

likes pestering the skeptic.

Voice of the Paranoid:

most of these headcanons are also going to be courtesy of kb they are the number one voice of the paranoid fan to me

He's a Bittern! longass neck having ass

he is straight up sneef snorfin it

Frequently overpreens, leading to multiple bald spots.

the long quiet has put him into a longass cone over this one at least one occasion.

unlike the smitten, he doesn't really care about the bald spots.

buddies with the hunted!

is not happy about the whole "Moment Of Clarity hanging out with the broken" deal. Is only going along with it because he seems so much happier nowadays. (relative to how he was before, anyway.)

Will instinctively start muttering "heart lungs liver nerves" whenever he senses she's near.

By the way, the mantra still works. and now he can do it on other people, same body or not.

Considering using this ability to become a doctor!

extends his neck out really far on instinct whenever he feels threatened. just bittern things <3

Also, him and the smitten are friends, against all odds. nobody knows how their friendship functions with the way they are

Voice of the Cheated:

dont have a solid bird idea for him but a dodo bird could be really fun

i love him he sucks so much

Somehow keeps getting himself injured in ways that he just straight up could Not feasibly predict or prevent. he is NOT taking it in stride.

absolutely despises the opportunist, considers him a slimy, cheating bastard.

Isn't allowed to participate in board game sessions anymore.

not after the incident.

but he is allowed to observe and call people out if they try and cheat.

He's mellowed out a bit since the construct. just a bit.

he hates preening himself, and tends to get fidgety when other people preen him. but he always relents eventually, if only because he very much dislikes how uncomfortable it is to have unpreened feathers.

Voice of the Cold

also someone who's mellowed out a bit. Still, his walls are up.

But it's a lot harder to keep up a facade of disconnection when you have your own body. when you're more than just an observer. he tries regardless. And mostly succeeds. But the long quiet knows the truth.

The spectre and moment of clarity will sneak up behind him and try to jumpscare him with cold hands on his shoulders. it never works.

always ridiculously cold. counteracts this with the power of always layering.

butts heads with the smitten a lot. and the stubborn, actually.

He considers both of them hopeless romantics with nothing better to do except fawn over their partners.

Voice of the Skeptic

He'd probably be some kind of owl?

i'm gonna be honest i ain't got much for him but he does get along well with the paranoid, being able to reign him in from his more... impulsive worries.

Nobody realises that him and the prisoner are in a relationship. they don't plan on telling anyone until they find out.

he enjoys puzzles of any kind! jigsaw, logic, math, crossword, you name it.

good at white lies, but terrible at telling lies with any sort of substance or ill intent behind them.

tends to pace around a lot when deep in thought.

him and stubborn are shitasses to eachother most of the time.

Voice of the Opportunist

definitely a vulture.

he sucks so goddamn much i love him

he's actually turned the two-faced-ness down a bit since the construct. just a bit.

likes hanging out with the smitten, he thinks he's funny. No, no, he's not getting attached. shut it.

him and the witch hang out a lo too, but in a way that involves, well. a lot of biting.

they basically just playfight, but like. fighting dirty playfighting.

...He tends to avoid the thorn. he feels a bit guilty around her.

quiet ass footsteps. he just... appears in places sometimes. refuses to acknowledge this.

he eats bugs. and a lot of other weird things, actually.

both of these are because he's pretty much always hungry. if you leave food out he will have some.

he is much more impulsive than he would have you believe.

aaand that's all of them for now! if you read all of this we are now married /j