#well he doesn't exactly agree so he's gonna be as normal as possible just keep doing what he's doing | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

hazbinextgeneration · 1 year ago

Text

Housed Hearts Ch5 Protecting Investments

(Warning: A random REALTOR attempts to kidnap Rose. Art's by me.)

-THIS SPANS OVER A FEW WEEKS-

Rose did indeed call in later that night and casually ask if there was any REALTORS located in her neighborhood. She was surprised when the person answered no. That either meant that Mr. Maison Talo wasn't registered with their systems or whoever was researching this place was doing a bad job of doing it. Either way she decided not to out Maison just yet. If he himself hadn't made himself known to the Mayor's office then he probably had his reasons...Then again maybe no one else knows about him being a REALTOR here. She could potentially let innocent people get eaten or put them in possibly danger if she didn't at least leave a message. She needed more time to think about this or how to approach this subject which... Wasn't exactly easy. Anyone else would obviously point out that it would be better to tell someone and she'd be inclined to agree to that but...There was something holding her back. Perhaps it was out of courtesy that he hadn't literally tried to pluck her off the street. True he tried to convince her to come inside for very obvious reasons but he hadn't done anything that made him an out right threat or danger to herself. And could Maison really be a threat if he only tried to eat people by convincing them to step inside his house? But what if eventually his hunger got to the point that he did do something extreme? All these questions were making her head spin. But eventually she had an idea. Why not ask for the opinion from a fellow REALTOR about it all?

"Gee, pal. That sure sounds like a problem you got there."

"No kidding. The problem is that he hasn't done anything..yet. But with the current REALTOR problem and him being hungry enough for me to literally hear his stomach growling ALL THE TIME I'm not too sure how long he's going to last. At this rate he'll either starve to death or snap from hunger."

Currently she sat down on Heim's fleshy sofa and held her head in her hands after she made him finish digesting a giant box of food she brought over. Heim's lure laid dormant but his voice echoed throughout the area.

"If I told this to anyone else that would possibly put Maison in danger if he isn't already. That's why I wanted to ask your opinion. What do you think I should do?'

There was a long silence before eventually he spoke again. "Gee..Uh..I'm not sure. Never heard about anything like this happening before ta be honest."

Rose groaned facepalming. "The main problem is that he's hungry and obviously not eating enough. That's worrying me the most. His urge to eat might eventually take over his ability to think clearly. How do I fix that?"

"Well...I'm not sure about him but for me it's always been pretty simple. I'm not a really big house so it doesn't take a whole lot to keep me full, and you've been feeding me a lot of extra stuff so I don't really feel like human flesh. Y'know?"

She slowly nodded. "That's true..but you don't rely solely on me to feed you. You can get food yourself that isn't human flesh and you get a giant serving each month." She specifically remembered all the fast food containers that once littered Heim's lawn. "You're also not as high strung on your pride as he is, and like you said you're not addicted to the taste of human. I don't know so much about him."

"Well....The main problem is him being hungry right? Why don'tcha y'know just give him food too?"

"I don't know if me feeding him will make him let up on eating humans...but keeping him from starving himself would probably be better for everyone involved in the long run." She looked up with a sigh.

"Then what are ya gonna do?"

"....I'm going to make a call to Ivy and then I'm going to go shopping."

The drive back from Heim's felt a lot more stressful than usual and the giant basket of freshly bought food sitting next to her felt heavier than normal. How was she supposed to break the news to someone that he was now within the Mayor's REALTOR systems? That phonecall to Ivy was difficult to get through. Even though Ivy assured her she'd done the right thing, Rose couldn't help but still feel guilty about it all. However there was no going back now. She only hoped Maison wouldn't be too made and forgive her eventually. Eventually she had arrived in front of the familiar home and got out. Now the real weight of the basket was known to her arms which felt noodly compared to the rock in her stomach. She stood there for the longest time before inhaling and steeling herself in order to gather the courage. And walked up to Maison's door. With a firm hand she reached out and knocked loudly on the door to make her presence clear to him. He had to be home. She didn't see any lure cord leading out from the door. She stood there for a long moment waiting before eventually the doorknob twisted and the door opened revealing the man inside.

Maison blinked down at her before smiling as expected. "Ah. If it isn't the buyer next door. I wonder what brings you this time. Have you changed your mind about coming to see my new decor?"

"I'm not going inside." She was blunt before taking a breath and relaxing herself as much as she could. "I came to talk to you about all the stomach growling I've been hearing."

He blinked. "Ah. A noise complaint. I do apologize if it's bothering you, but some things are out of my hands."

"I know...And I'm here to fix that." He looked confused until she forced the giant basket of food into his arms making him stare at it for a long moment before looking back at Rose in confusion. "I spoke with one of my bosses. She's from the Mayor's office." That got his attention real quick as his eyes snapped open widely. "I really didn't want to tell anyone!" Rose quickly held up her hands. "I promise you I didn't! But by this rate I was worried you'd starve or try to do something dangerous."

He continued to stare blankly at her before slowly looking back at the basket then back to her. "You...worried about me? Forgive me for being so blunt but there's really not a lot of people whom really are. I'm fact most humans wouldn't probably mind seeing me wasting away."

"Well I'd rather NOT see someone die of starvation. Just because you're not human that doesn't mean you don't have a right to eat. To LIVE." He again looked up surprised at her statement. "Look. Whether you like it or not you need food and you're not getting it by your own methods. You may not want my help or anyone else's but if it means you won't starve then I can live with that. Starting next month you'll be in the Mayor's program and start getting regular feedings. I'll be the one who's going to give them to you since I called it. But you can still be a REALTOR. By all means!" She threw her arms out. "Keep trying to get buyers! Do whatever you usually do! I won't stop you from trying to do what you've been doing for years! But what I won't do is sit by and watch you starve yourself for your pride...I am deeply sorry, Maison. Really I am. But I'll make it up to you. Until you can get your first feeding next month, I'll give you a few bags of food myself. It probably won't fill you all the way, but it'll certainly help with your hunger." She heaved out a heavy sigh before crossing her arms getting that all off her chest. "Now..What do you say about it?"

Maison couldn't speak. He just...stood there stunned continuing to stare at her for a long, long...LONG moment of silence. Before he eventually looked down at the basket he held. Maison hummed before he reached inside eventually. Rose watched curiously and silently as he shifted through it slowly as if inspecting everything. Once and a while he'd pull out a random cucumber or pineapple and held it up closer to his face narrowing his eyes before moving on. Eventually he stopped and stared at it again. Then without saying a word, he simply turned around and dumped the entire basket out onto the floor. A series of thuds and thumps rang out as they all scattered about but Rose blinked as fleshy red tentacles reached out to pull them further into the depths of Maison's body similar to Heim's fleshy limbs. Her eye widened before she smiled as he turned back around and held the basket out to her.

"I will...accept the terms of this new arrangement, but only because you came to me and we're honest with me." He rose a brow at her happy expression. "Considering you hold up your end."

She nodded before taking the basket from him. "I will! Don't you worry! I'm more happy about the fact you're not going to die from starvation or something!" He blinked as she smiled wider. "Thank you so much for letting me help you, Maison."

He still stared at her before he cleared his throat and turned away feeling an unfamiliar warmth lighting up his whole body. "Well...If it means avoiding an untimely death, then I suppose I could look past any grievan-CES?!" He froze when something quickly threw their arms around him squeezing in the quickest of hugs before letting him go and backing away just as quickly.

"Then I'll bring you back more food tomorrow after I work! Is there anything specific you like?"

.... Maison slowly blinked realizing Rose had quickly hugged him and blinked again. "I...nothing specific comes to my mind. Perhaps a few..fish sandwiches. I don't believe I had them for a long while."

Rose nodded. "I'll definitely be getting them soon. You won't be disappointed I promise!"

He only hummed. "Well...I suppose we'll see."

Rose kept her promise. But he supposed he wasn't around whenever she stopped by because when he did return from finding some hopefully interested buyers near a train station, he found a large box waiting for him on his doorstep and inside again was a rather large assortment of random vegetables and strangely enough a random small paper bag. Upon further inspection he had found exactly two filet o'fish sandwiches just as she promised. They smelt like a few hours old. So it began. He'd return random times in the day to either food already waiting for him or Rose showing up with a bright smile to deliver it right to him. He was skeptical at first. Of course he was but...he couldn't deny this little arrangement was clearing up some hunger pains he's been feeling for a while. And then his first feeding came and...it wasn't...too bad he supposed.

But it was still a little embarrassing and degrading that the number one REALTOR was getting assistance from someone.

Seriously! He could've done this on his own!! ...But he supposed the benefits of having a clear head without having hunger nag at him was worth it all. He certainly was thankful for the newfound clarity. It made conducting business a lot easier! However he wasn't expecting to run into a peculiar sight while looking for potential buyers. He figured a newly constructed apartment building in town was the perfect place to scout out people looking for new places to live. And what better way to stir up a few new buyers than to advertise himself to people currently looking for a home? If he's lucky he'll at least get one of two buyers. However he wasn't expecting to run into a certain red haired woman while there. He saw Rose but she didn't see him.

She was a little busy pulling out what looked to be young flowering bushes from the back of that old pick up truck of hers and handing them over to a man who took them from her and placed them on the small lot of land in front of the new apartment building. ...Oh. She must've been delivering some flowering bushes to be planted in front of the apartment complex. She had mentioned that she worked for a rather large greenhouse after all. She didn't notice him however as he stood across the road and up from her. Naturally she wouldn't notice him as she was working. Eventually she had the man (probably the landlord for the apartment complex) sign a form presumably for the delivery of said plants before turning away from him to close the back of her truck. Ah. Good. She'd be done soon and he could work in peace. ... However a figure caught his eye and it was one whom was quickly approaching her with a familiar looking tube like cord dragging behind them.

....He quickly decided to approach.

"Hello there!" Rose jumped and whirled around to stare at a random man just standing there smiling widely at her. "Such a lovely day for a drive! No doubt you've been scoping out the fancy new complex constructed right here in our beautiful city of work!"

She blinked at the new comer before smiling and waving him off. "Oh no. I'm not looking for anything. Besides I already have a house. But I'm sure you'll find someone interested eventually." She politely said before turning around.

Only she was flung back around and grabbed harshly by the arm which had her freezing in her tracks. "Ah. But I have a small business deal. Just. For." With each word he added emphasis. Gripped her harder. And tugged her farther towards him. Her eye widened. Pupil shrinking as he stood closer to her now. "You."

Rose stood there frozen as her breath picked up. And a hand clamped down on her shoulder. She squealed and snapped her head around to face the newcomer along with the stranger and both froze at a figure much taller than the both of them. A strained smile stretched across the face of a REALTOR.

"Pardon me." Rose never felt such relief seeing a scary figure looming over her. "But that happens to be my dear provider you're so roughly grabbing so rudely." A firm pull instantly removed her from the man's grip and against Maison's side whom leaned over to almost get in the man's face. "You'll excuse me if I protect a few of my investments."

The man stared at Maison wide eyed, then at Rose, then back to Maison.. Before frowning but calmly taking a few steps back and eventually turning to walk away entirely. She waited until he had completely disappeared into the crowd before sighing in relief and halfway leaning against him.

"Maison." He stood right back up and released his grip on her shoulder to return his usual position but remained frowning as she turned to look up at him. "Boy am I glad to see you. What are you doing here?" Her head then turned to where the man had disappeared off to. "And who was that?"

"THAT my dear provider happened to be the barbarian of my kind you've heard so much about. The ones who wished to swoop you up for none other than a cheap appetizer." A shudder of horror went through her. "As for me I was merely working and happened to pass by seeing a fine young lady being pushed around by a barbaric fiend. I couldn't pass by knowing that my dear provider was in danger."

Rose gave a sigh before looking back up to him with a smile. "Well I sure am lucky you were passing through. I think you just earnt yourself a couple more fish sandwiches." He chuckled at her smiling. "I'm serious. Who knew that handsome face of yous could be so scary.~" she half playfully half flirtatiously giving a playful push to his side

He blinked at her motion before clearing his throat and turning his head away to hide the faint pink on his face. "Well...You ought to be more careful especially in these times. I wouldn't want my d-dear provider to be harmed."

"Did you just stutter?"

His smiling strained. "....The fear must've worried you silly."

Amused not she nodded. "Uh huh. Alright. Well thanks again but I think I should be getting back to work before my bosses yell at me for being late."

"Ah. Perhaps you could give myself a call when you do. I would want to know if my provider was in need again."

"That might be a good idea but I don't have your number."

"Never fear. That is easily curable!" With that he quickly swiped his card from his pocket and held it out to her. "Here you are! Just be sure to write it down before the card disintegrates."

She rose a brow amused. "Well.. I've been asked for my number a few times but this is the first time a man's offered me his." Maison again paused as she plucked it from his with a playful smile. "We haven't even had a first date yet. Although I guess I have taken you out to dinner with how much I feed you.~"

"N-Now cut that out!"

Rose only giggled again at his flustered state.

#househunted game #house hunted visual novel #house hunted game #house hunted #house hunted 2 #maison talo #heim baile

26 notes · View notes

natasharswifey · 3 months ago

Text

The end of us

Summary: What if it was Natasha and Yelena at vormir?

____☆____

A/N: Sorry!

Tags: Major character death, Soft Natasha, soft Yelena, both of them need a hug, mentioned Kate Bishop, Grief

W/C: 1, 845

Link to fic on Ao3

“Why don’t you ever call me for normal things? Like to help you move or come over for thanksgiving.” Yelena questions Natasha, half ranting to the red-haired woman and half to herself. Rambling when anxious was a habit Yelena soon picked up once again after being liberated, something she hadn’t exhibited since the age of six.

“We aren’t normal. Plus its October.”

Yelena huffs and Natasha turns her focus back to the controls. The pair have only been reunited for a short time especially compared to the time they were apart.

Yelena had imagined the day she saw her older sister again she would whisk her away and they would live away from everyone else, just the two of them against the world again like Ohio.

Things didn’t go exactly as planned. ‘Life got in the way’ as Natasha liked to put it, but with Yelena still freeing other Widows from subjugation and Natasha having to go deal with ‘Avenger stuff’, life really did get in the way.

But, no matter the circumstances, they were together again and that was all that truly mattered.

“Brace yourself, we’re gonna get some turbulence.”

“But we’re in space???” Yelena replies, the words coming out of her mouth of all people still leaving an odd feeling in her stomach.

“Yep.” Natasha’s attention is once again tuned in to manuvering the ship past obstacles. She definitely wasn’t fully qualified for this, but things were getting desperate and even more personal.

Melina was never really Natasha and Yelena’s mother. But neither could wipe away the warmth of her smile throughout the small patch of joy in their childhoods and felt an obligation- instict even- to do anything to get her back as well as the rest of those taken in the blip.

Plus with Melina now gone Alexei was drunk a lot more frequently if that was even possible, although the assassins wouldn’t mind quite as much if he drank himself to an early grave.

Then there was Kate Bishop, the naive archer Yelena had befriended not long ago. She wasn't so great at the superhero thing yet- or home security despite her job- but she was her favourite person to spend time with, other than Natasha of course.

“So, how’s everything going with you, huh?” Natasha asks. Despite them both agreeing their occupations were both very time consuming she still felt guilty for not spening enough time with her little sister. The only good thing the blip had done was brought them closer.

“There’s always Widows that need freeing, but we’re getting closer." She responds vaguely.

"You sure that's it? No secret double life I should know about?" She jokes, but both of them know what she's actually hinting at.

"Nope." She shifts in her seat and she knows Natasha notices, but doesn't say anything.

Ever since Clint made that stupid joke about her and Kate practically sharing an apartment her sister had been gently encouraging her to admit her feelings. The only problem was she didn't have any. No matter how hard she tried.

A silence fills the air and Yelena decides to replace it with her own voice before they're given too much time to think. "Are you ever not chewing gum by the way?”

“What?”

“Its like you have a never ending supply, when we reunited, on the way to Melina’s farm, even in space.” She lists.

“It keeps me focused.”

“What flavour is it?”

“Its mint.”

“Boring.”

“Do you want some gum, Yelena?”

“Yes.”

____☆____

Soon enough the two of them find themselves just off the cliff of Vormir.

“Not much to see, is there?” Yelena peers around the mostly desolate dark purple landscape of the alien planet skeptically.

“Well we aren’t exactly there yet.” Natasha points West and they begin their trek.

“What even is a soul stone?” The blonde questions. Obviously after the battle of New York the existance of other worldy beings was undeniable, but there was still much to be learnt.

“Something we need, and we’re going to get it.”

“Thanks for that, really helped.”

Natsha is used to Yelena’s new found and constant use or sarcasm now and responds accordingly “You’re welcome. Lets just try to hurry this up a little, we’re running out of time.”

Yelena doesn’t have any snarky comment or funny remark to what Natasha says and simply nods, picking up her pace until she’s walking side by side with her sister.

It doesn’t matter if they’re deep underground or deep in space, they’re here to complete a mission and luckily for Yelena she has the person she currently trusts the most by her side.

Natsha holds her hand up prompting Yelena to stop in her tracks.

“What is it?” she whispers, taking out her handgun almost at the exact same moment as Natasha.

“I don’t know.” She whispers back in a hushed tone.

The pair slowly approach the source of the noise with their weapons drawn and are surprised to say the least when they see who is awaiting them.

The red-skinned figure in a black cloak barely acknowledges the fact they’re aiming the guns directly at his forehead before he speaks.

“Welcome, Natsha, daughter of Ivan. Yelena, daughter of Alexei.”

Natsha lowers her gun and Yelena reluctantly does the same.

“That’s what aliens look like?” Yelena murmurs to Natsha, she still sometimes forgets the fact her older sister doesn’t know everything.

Natsha ignores Yelena’s question, mainly because she had no answer. “Who are you?”

“Consider me a guide. To you, and to all who seek the soul stone.”

“Oh, good. Tell us where it is, then we'll be on our way.”

“Ah, lieschen. If only it were that easy”

The ‘guide’ leads them to the edge of the cliff. When Yelena looks over the edge she feels a turn in her stomach which she hopes Natasa does as well, something isn’t right.

“What you seek lies in front of you. As does that which you fear.”

Natsha squints at the base of the cliff. “The stone’s down there?”

“For one of you. For the other, in order to take the stone, you must lose that which you love. An everlasting exchange. A soul for a soul.”

Yelena’s eyes are immediately snap back on Natasha. “A soul for a soul? What does he mean, Tasha?” She can’t help but use her nickname even in the prescence of a stranger.

The look on her sister’s face tells her everything she needs to know.

Natsha had never thought she was going to see her little sister again after they were dragged out of that shipping container.

Yelena was too soft and sensitive, even for a six-year-old. The Red Room surely would have disposed of her but here she was, a grown woman. Calloused and blunt.

Sometimes it hurt Natasha to see how much she had changed, but she knew she had to in order to survive.

Now only one of them was going to leave this cursed planet, and Natsha would be damned if it wasn’t Yelena.

“…one of us has to go.” She says, her voice already saturated with grief.

Natsha has to force her eyes to the rocky ground when she sees the tears already forming in her baby sister’s eyes.

“Surely there has to be another way, he could just be messing with us for all we know!” Yelena’s rising fury became evident in her voice.

“A soul for a soul. We… we swore we would do whatever it takes.”

“No! Stop with this hero bullshit! We are not doing this.”

Natasha takes her sister’s cheeks in both of her hands, making her face her directly. She doesn’t care if she sees her already beginning to cry, she has to look at her one last time.

“I’m so sorry, little sister.”

“No, no don’t start saying that please, we’ll find a way, Tasha, we always do.” Yelena tries to sound confident but it comes out more pleading.

Natasha doesn’t answer her and just pulls her into a hug, trying to ignore the fingers digging into her as if she would disintegrate the moment she let go.

Natsha wishes she had never brought Yelena into all of this.

With a speed Natsha didn’t even think was possible until she witnessed it, Yelena pulls herself away and runs full tilt straight for the edge.

Dammit, Yelena.

“Yelena stop!”

The blonde doesn’t react to Natsha’s calls, only stopping when the two collide.

This wasn’t the first time Yelena had proved she was willing to die for the greater good, the fall of the Red Room being a prime example. It was like any form of self preservation during missions was completely wiped out from her mind, but Natsha wasn’t exactly much better.

Natsha pins her sister’s arms down, sitting on her stomach. Yelena kicks out wildly but her emotions are controlling her and she can’t seem to wrench free.

“Let me go!”

“You know I can’t do that, Lena.”

“You know I can’t do this, I can’t do this without you, Tasha.”

“I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”

Natsha knows the moment she stands up Yelena will attempt to incapacitate her. Short of kocking her out herself she doesn’t know what can stop her sister from trying to beat her to the edge.

“I can’t loose you again, please.” Natasha has only heard Yelena like this once in her life, the airstrip in Cuba. And It breaks her.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. We didn’t deserve this.”

“Don’t do it, Tasha.”

Natsha desperately wants to listen to her sister’s pleas but what can she do? If she had been presented this as a hypothetical situation: ‘sacrifice yourself for the lives of billions, but leave behind your loved ones’. She would have said yes in a heartbeat.

But now looking into the watery eyes of Yelena she can’t imagine how that could ever had been her answer.

“You need to let me go, Lena.” Natasha whispers, knowing her instructions must be near impossible.

Yelena breaks down into sobs, unable to speak she simply lets Natsha hold her, rocking her back and forth until she’s reduced to small hiccups.

After Yelena can cry no longer, Natsha begins to speak again.

“Its okay, little sister.”

Natasha aims her Widow’s bite at Yelena and before she has time to react, she’s out cold.

Yelena wakes up again half submerged in dark waters and it takes her only a few seconds to recount everything that happened in the last hour.

“Natsha? Natsha!”

She stands, scanning the scenery desperately until she notices the presence of a small, solid object in her hand.

A stone.

Yelena opens her gloved plam and when she sees the gold glow which is so bright she has to shield her eyes for a moment, she knows.

All she has left of her is a single stone. A stone that holds her smile and love, a stone that she died and left her for.

Her sister Natasha Romanoff is dead, and there was nothing she could have done to stop her.

____☆____

“I hate to be right, please, tell me I'm wrong,

Please, tell me I'm wrong,

'Cause it's on again, off again,

Love you like oxygen,

I don't know what to say or do"

-Habits, Genevieve Stokes

I now have the entire Endgame script on my phone :]

#black widow #natasha romanoff #marvel #yelena belova #natasha and yelena #avengers endgame #yelena my beloved #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #ao3 link #ao3 #major character death #grief #Aromantic yelena #natasharswifeywrites

4 notes · View notes

echantedtoon · 1 year ago

Text

Housed Hearts Ch5 Protecting Investments

(Warning: A random REALTOR attempts to kidnap Rose. Art's by me.)

-THIS SPANS OVER A FEW WEEKS-

"Gee, pal. That sure sounds like a problem you got there."

"If I told this to anyone else that would possibly put Maison in danger if he isn't already. That's why I wanted to ask your opinion. What do you think I should do?'

There was a long silence before eventually he spoke again. "Gee..Uh..I'm not sure. Never heard about anything like this happening before ta be honest."

"Well....The main problem is him being hungry right? Why don'tcha y'know just give him food too?"

"Then what are ya gonna do?"

"....I'm going to make a call to Ivy and then I'm going to go shopping."

Maison blinked down at her before smiling as expected. "Ah. If it isn't the buyer next door. I wonder what brings you this time. Have you changed your mind about coming to see my new decor?"

"I'm not going inside." She was blunt before taking a breath and relaxing herself as much as she could. "I came to talk to you about all the stomach growling I've been hearing."

He blinked. "Ah. A noise complaint. I do apologize if it's bothering you, but some things are out of my hands."

"I will...accept the terms of this new arrangement, but only because you came to me and we're honest with me." He rose a brow at her happy expression. "Considering you hold up your end."

"Then I'll bring you back more food tomorrow after I work! Is there anything specific you like?"

Rose nodded. "I'll definitely be getting them soon. You won't be disappointed I promise!"

He only hummed. "Well...I suppose we'll see."

But it was still a little embarrassing and degrading that the number one REALTOR was getting assistance from someone.

....He quickly decided to approach.

"Did you just stutter?"

His smiling strained. "....The fear must've worried you silly."

Amused not she nodded. "Uh huh. Alright. Well thanks again but I think I should be getting back to work before my bosses yell at me for being late."

"Ah. Perhaps you could give myself a call when you do. I would want to know if my provider was in need again."

"That might be a good idea but I don't have your number."

"Never fear. That is easily curable!" With that he quickly swiped his card from his pocket and held it out to her. "Here you are! Just be sure to write it down before the card disintegrates."

"N-Now cut that out!"

Rose only giggled again at his flustered state.

#maison talo #househunted game #house hunted visual novel #house hunted game #house hunted 2 #house hunted #heim baile #Housed Hearts

9 notes · View notes

bigskydreaming · 3 years ago

Note

Okay, just to clarify, after everyone thought Bruce had died, was there any real evidence that he wasn't dead? What was Tim basing his assumptions on?

Okay, so this is a particularly interesting question to answer, because the thing is.....yes and no?

Like there WAS something Tim based his initial hunt on, and then his world tour was all about gathering more evidence to support his conclusions, but like....

He never actually shared any of this with Dick? Not until the very end once he had conclusively assembled all his proof as well as how they were gonna go about getting Bruce back.

But before that?

He never so much as uttered a PEEP to Dick about his theory about Bruce being lost in time, OR his reasons FOR believing that.

He even monologues about it, asking himself WHY didn't he share his findings with Dick at any point, like when he went back to Gotham to help out during Blackest Night. He's never shown drawing any specific conclusions so its up to the reader to guess at that themselves. Personally, I think he never shared this with Dick because he himself was afraid the evidence was flimsy and that showing it to someone else would expose it to being poked and prodded at for viability....which he not so secretly was scared it wouldn't hold up to. Throughout the first twelve issues of Red Robin, Tim's inner monologue FREQUENTLY cycles through self doubt, his fears that he's just clutching at straws and seeing what he wants to see from his evidence.

But like....he's the only one making himself think that, because literally nobody but him knows what he's found! This isn't Dick making Tim think he's crazy or gaslighting him....

Because the literal only thing Dick has heard from Tim is that he just knows Bruce is alive, without Tim even offering up WHY he thinks that!

And so all along, Dick is just trying to get him to talk to him, talk to a therapist maybe, because like hello, denial is a THING with grief, y'know? This is a normal part of MOST peoples' grieving process. So in absence of Tim actually DIVULGING his actual THEORY about how Bruce is alive and why he knows this.....what possible reason should ANYONE have for assuming Tim isn't just....in denial due to his grief?

But again, what's very key here is at no point along the way did Tim actually share his suspicions with Dick. Meaning there's no point in which "Dick didn't believe him" describes Dick hearing Tim out about his findings and just deciding nah, I don't buy it, you're just crazy kid.......no, "Dick didn't believe him" literally ONLY describes.....'when Tim just insisted Bruce was alive, he just knew it, and refused to go into specifics ever as to why he thought so.'

Which, I hope we can all agree describes two very different scenarios that are not actually interchangeable.

What's also significant is even WITH all of this, at not just one point but TWO distinct points in Red Robin's first twelve issues....Tim asks Dick to just trust him and let him keep going with his search (still not having yet revealed anything that prompted him to go on his search or that he'd found thus far on it.) In both cases, Dick says yes like, the very next panel....and lets Tim get back to what he's doing.

Dick never shuts Tim down or out, he never refuses to help him, he never denies him resources, tries to bench him, ANYTHING of the sort. Tim's only 'on his own' for much of Red Robin because Tim literally WANTS it that way, because he doesn't even trust HIMSELF, that he's not chasing just a fairy tale but that there's a real answer out there to find.....and he knows these doubts of his have validity and thus he doesn't want to give anyone else even the OPTION of backing up those doubts with more of their own, and weakening his resolve. He's being driven by desperation and hope as much as anything else, and when those look a lot like the denial and bargaining stages of grief from the outside looking in.....how exactly do people fault the characters looking at this from the outside for not drawing the same conclusions as Tim, who is deliberately keeping himself the only one privy as to his actual hopes and theories?

Anyway, follow along beneath the cut for complete scans of a whirlwind tour of Tim's actual narrative here, and please know that my commentary is just a general thing aimed at fandom perceptions and readers at large, NOT specific to you as the asker of this question, lol:

....oh and umm, also this is contined in two posts below this one, each complete with scans below their cuts as well. LOOK THERE WAS A LOT TO TALK ABOUT HERE LEAVE ME ALONE, ITS FINE.

So I'm going in chronological order, NOT the order the events were presented in the book, since the book deliberately uses nonlinear storytelling. But here we start with Tim's actual departure from the Batcave, and what Dick says to him about Bruce being gone and needing to accept that, but HE still needs him. Note the complete lack of kicking Tim out or prioritizing or sugar coating things for Damian.

(Also note that this is well after Damian tried to kill Tim when he first arrived. I note this only because its not fair to say that Dick just never cared about Damian trying to kill Tim, because we never had a chance to see Dick's actual reaction to that, since it happened when he wasn't even around and Bruce was still Batman. A lot of time has passed since then. Its not that Dick just doesn't care, its that he wasn't around at the time and its not like there's a lot of room here for past events to get rehashed by ANYONE.)

But what's also very important to note is this is BEFORE Tim finds his first piece of evidence making him believe Bruce is actually alive. This is significant in my mind because notice what Dick says to Tim here about Bruce, and then keep this in mind once we get to Dick trying to convince Tim he needs to move on later in the comic. You'll notice Dick's words are almost exactly the same, that he's continuing on in the exact same vein he presents here.....because for him, nothing HAS changed. He hasn't found what Tim has, doesn't have that altering his perception of this, so there's literally no reason FOR him to think in those later scenes that Tim's influenced by more on the Bruce topic than he is right here...because Tim's never shared that little piece of intel!

This picks up right after Tim leaves the cave in the prior scan. Again before his first finding. I think its extremely hard to argue that at this point at least, Tim IS in denial and deep in the throes of grief, so again, its not hard to understand why others who know him well and love him, might.....interpret him as in denial and deep in the throes of grief. Its not a judgment call. Its not saying he's crazy. Its not threatening to commit him to Arkham. Its just...hey, so some fucked up shit happened and you lost a very important person to you, and that can fuck with your head, nobody knows that better than us, other superheroes and your family.

Now this scan follows the previous one, BUT we will LATER in Red Robin #12 be given a final piece of the puzzle....which is a flashback to this specific scene, and what Tim SEES in it, that we the readers were previously unable to, between the previous page and this one here, that shows WHY Tim all of a sudden switches from the denial "this isn't happening" to "he's alive." Because without knowing that Tim specifically SEES something between those two pages, that make him switch tracks.....'he's alive' is MEANT to sound like its a carryover from 'this isn't happening.' That he's STILL in denial, he's just decided to be proactive about it and so has unilaterally just made the CHOICE to believe no matter what that Bruce is alive and he's going to prove it.

But again, without knowing that Tim found something in between these two pages, there's literally NO WAY to reasonably draw the conclusion that something PROMPTED Tim's realization that Bruce is alive, rather than just INSPIRED his passionate refusal to accept that Bruce was dead despite all appearances to the contrary.

iAnd here, from Red Robin #12, the very last page of its very last issue of its entire first year.....is the FIRST and ONLY time we're graced with a look at what prompted Tim's entire journey and steadfast conviction that Bruce was actually alive.

Its....this.

While in the midst of an extremely emotionally turbulent outpouring of grief, which nobody is blaming him for, Tim accidentally HAPPENS upon a picture that jars him out of his thoughts and launches him in another direction. Its an anachronistic picture of Bruce, or at least someone who LOOKS just like Bruce, though to be honest, I think a case could be equally made that it was a portrait of one of Bruce's ancestors. Which I think is absolutely a thought Tim had as well, and one he felt others might point out to him which could explain WHY he never shared this picture....he didn't want them raising and emphasizing another possibility rather more likely than it being Bruce just lost in time.

Also, the Dick Grayson stan in me that is annoyed by the perpetual emphasis of Tim Drake Is Smartest Boi Nobody Could Ever Smart Like He Does The Smart - which is not to say that I think Tim is dumb, or not as smart as Dick, but rather that I think ALL the Batfam are smart as fuck to such a degree as to make it utterly pointless to try and rank any of them as smarter than the others BUT I DIGRESS -

ANYWAY. I just want to point out here that as in MOST cases where Tim's genius is lauded over others in the family, its not actually that Tim is making conclusions or deductions or putting together things that nobody but him is capable of.....ie, its not to say that another Batfam member being written as having this particular narrative journey instead of Tim COULDN'T have made the same conclusions, its just that we never saw anyone but Tim have the CHANCE to draw any conclusions here.

TIM'S THE ONLY ONE WHO SAW THE PICTURE. Which he saw purely by CHANCE. It was situational! Happenstance! He didn't figure out Bruce was alive by being smarter than everyone, just like he didn't figure out Dick was Robin by being the greatest genius to ever live....and its not that he's NOT smart, but people keep giving him credit for simply being in the right place at the right time, and being the only one who has the necessary PIECES to put together to arrive at the right conclusion. But Tim being praised up and down for figuring out Bruce was alive and bringing him back and this emphasized to endless degrees as some kind of proof that he loves Bruce more or is Bruce's true heir or that nobody but him could have ever done the same thing.....you guys are gonna make me kermit here, I swear to Beezus. Tim only STARTED on this journey as opposed to everyone else not because he had some insight that ANY of them could have arrived at and simply DIDN'T, either because they weren't smart enough to or didn't care enough about Bruce being alive.....IT. WAS. PURE. LUCK. And then he only REMAINED the only one actually undertaking this journey to find Bruce and bring him back, not because nobody else cared, or they opted out or said he was crazy.....but because he chose for whatever reason not to SHARE any of the information or conclusions he'd found or drawn.

And that's not something you can reasonably hold against the other characters IMO.

Anyway. Let's continue.

.This takes place well before that previous scan of course, and is meant to follow the two I pasted in before it. This is the aftermath of that scene as it was originally presented to us in the comic, BEFORE the ultimate reveal as to what he saw while sitting there.

So again, from the perspective of everyone else, who don't know what Tim knows or thinks now, which personally I think was the whole reason FOR telling this story non-linearly, like Nicieza was trying to align readers' POV with the POVs of people around Tim, like he was literally TRYING to cast doubt as to whether Tim was on to something or just hanging onto desperate hopes....

Again, without that crucial bit of info about the anachronistic picture of Bruce.....there's absolutely NOTHING to suggest Tim has been afforded new information that only he has. Which in turn means there's literally NO reason for anyone else NOT to think he's being driven purely by grief and denial. Nobody is refusing to listen to Tim or shutting him down...he's simply not saying anything that would lead anyone to conclude otherwise! And again, NOBODY is judging him for any of this! Also crucial to keep in mind, this is ALL Tim's internal monologue. Its HIS perception of what other people are thinking about him, NOT a reliable transcription of things anyone has actually said.

And frankly, instead of eighty million "Dick didn't care about Tim back then" stories, give me the barest HANDFUL of fics that have characters calling Tim the fuck out for his tunnel vision at this time. Because he keeps saying he's all alone and has no one else, and can we please evolve as a society past the need for infinite fics validating this perception of his as real and instead evolve as a society into a need for fics giving Tim a reality check about how he still has a brother who very much loves him and was just pages prior to this begging him to stay because he needs him?

(A brother who btw, is ultimately only in the Batsuit that he hates more than anything because TIM harped on about how Gotham needed a Batman, that everything Dick was doing as Nightwing to keep the peace wasn't enough, that NIGHTWING wasn't enough, and basically forced Dick's hand and made him finally put on the Batsuit after Tim went out in a Batsuit of his own and got stabbed by Jason, AGAIN.)

But seriously, SO many Tim stans got their start with this series, and that's fine and all, but I really wish more hadn't just decided to take everything this guy says in the midst of Actual Depression, Actually, as totally reliable narration that accurately assesses his dynamics with his loved ones. Because it definitely resulted in a weird kind of entitlement where people think anything less than Tim getting 100% unconditional support for anything he says or thinks, no questions asked, means that like, Dick doesn't love him. While nobody's thinking to ask like wow, what DOES a guy have to do to prove that he loves you, that Dick didn't spend every single second of Tim being Robin, in order to rate a 'well at least I still have Dick Grayson' thought bubble popping up somewhere.

I'm just saying. The discrepancy. It bugs.

Cut ahead to later that issue, when Steph - yes Steph, because yeah Tim lost here a year or two before, but she was BACK before he ever even left Gotham, which weirdly doesn't come up a lot in fics emphasizing how much more Tim had lost than everyone else, and thus why Bruce's death hit him so much harder obviously.

So Steph tracks down Tim in one of his safehouses while Tim's still prepping to leave Gotham on his search. She literally begs Tim to let her in and help. Tim's refusal to listen to her, talk to her, or see her actions or words as proof of her caring about him, is not on her. He makes that choice. And again yes, I do believe he's heavily depressed at this point in time, but depression isn't a get out of jail free card for everything you say and do while depressed. And yes, I have it, don't @ me about that, its true and depressed people need to say it. Tim makes multiple proactive choices throughout the series, and his decision to keep people at bay is still HIS decision. And not one that needs to be validated by his stans acting like there was no one TRYING to be there for him, and that's the only reason he was 'forced' to work with Ra's and the League of Assassins. No. Not how any of that played out. I'm not vilifying Tim for this, I'm just saying dear god do I wish less people would vilify everyone around Tim BECAUSE of this.

Particularly Dick, because if you notice that dialogue in the above panel, about the 'everyone' Stephanie refers to being worried about him.....this diehard perception people have that Dick just didn't care about Tim falls flat on its face when you happen to notice that even Tim, while in the midst of depression, is FULLY aware that Dick cares about him and is worried. Dick only sent Steph to check on Tim instead of going himself, because based on Tim storming out of their last conversation while Dick literally begged him to say, logically, the guy has deduced that Tim doesn't want to see him right now. But notice how he's not letting that be an excuse not to check up on Tim or worry, because he's literally NOT MAKING IT ABOUT HIM. Its about Tim. Its about his concerns for Tim. Because he cares. A lot. About Tim. Is any of this clicking for people? LOLOL.

But Tim doesn't take this clear demonstration of Dick's caring about him to reach out in turn, because Dick isn't saying what he wants to hear right now. And this is where I go back to the idea that its entitlement to view unconditional love as being the same thing as unconditional support, because no, if you love someone, you are still not obligated to believe everything they believe, validate everything they want validated, etc, etc. That's not a loved one, that's a sycophant. And its gross to me that so many fans expect Dick to be exactly that for Tim when they would never in a million years tolerate Tim being reduced to that for Dick's sake.

And again, for the record, if Tim wants to hear something new from Dick about Bruce not being dead......that requires Dick having a reason to change his mind, which Tim is ironically the one person capable of doing! TIM JUST CHOOSES NOT TO. Probably because he fears Dick still won't agree with him then and will say its not real evidence, that he's drawing just the conclusions he wants to, out of denial and not deduction....but whether or not Dick WOULD say that is irrelevant, especially when this is being used as a mark against him, because Dick literally doesn't ever get the CHANCE to agree or disagree with Tim on this, based on the actual evidence motivating Tim.

I'm not TOTALLY sure if this part is set chronologically BEFORE the last scene with Steph or after it, but either way, its before Tim leaves Gotham to start on his search. And again, NOBODY IS TELLING TIM THAT HE'S LOSING IT. They're telling him that having trouble accepting a loved one's death is part of the grieving process for a lot of people, and they want to help him with that. Tim still is the only one privy to any reason to think its more than that, and just because he withholds that reason BECAUSE he fears he's actually losing it, doesn't mean ANYONE around him is actually going around telling him or other people that he's crazy.

More from that same scene. Clear evidence that Tim very much has people who love and support him.....but okay, that's not enough in this particular instance. What Tim needs here and now is to feel supported in what he believes. I get that. Alright, so here we see Tim testing the waters there, trotting out his theory to someone new.....

Okay, so ouch. Cassie reacts badly, in Tim's eyes. She instantly assumes he's JUST reacting from a place of grief, and goes to console him.....BUT like....its kinda significant that she mentions Conner? Because Cassie is not an impartial bystander. She's not someone who only barely knows Tim. She knows him better than most anyone, and SHE WAS THERE when Tim went through the grieving process with Conner. She, more than anyone else, knows EXACTLY how badly Tim handled that, and its not her saying he's crazy for her to immediately jump to this being the same thing as that, because from her perception, and without Tim offering any reason for it to appear otherwise, IT LOOKS THE SAME AS THAT.

And frankly, Tim HURT Cassie when they were both mourning Conner's loss. Emotionally, not physically of course, and he didn't mean to, and it was all born of handling his own emotions badly, but I am sick of people dragging Cassie through the mud over this too. Cassie has EVERY right in the world to immediately leap to associations with the last time she was privy to Tim's refusal to accept a loved one is dead, and the fact that she immediately jumps to concern instead of something self-serving like 'oh no, I can't go through this again, I can't be here for this,' is a testament to the strength of her friendship with Tim, NOT proof of some kind of betrayal from her because she didn't immediately intuit that this time WAS different, based on what little Tim actually said before he shut down. And is Tim a bad person for shutting down when his first foray into telling someone what he thinks is going on here gets off on an immediate bad foot and he's like abort, abort? No, he's not. But again, THIS ISN'T ON CASSIE.

Then when Tim leaves, Cassie immediately calls Dick. Which says to me, Dick has looped in everyone he can think of to check up on Tim and reach out to him if need be.....BUT NOTHING ELSE. Because notice how offguard Cassie was caught by Tim saying he thinks Bruce is alive? So much for peoples' idea that Dick was going around telling everybody he thought Tim was crazy. In fact, Cassie here is the first mention we have of 'getting Tim help,' but let's continue to see just what exactly was meant by that.

So now we speed up to just before Tim leaves Gotham on his search, and Dick meets him on his way out. He knows Tim doesn't want to talk to him, but he's trying one last time at a face to face before just letting Tim go off who knows where. Again, Dick kicked Tim out of the Manor who? Dick drove Tim out of Gotham where? DICK IS LITERALLY STANDING IN TIM'S WAY ON TIM'S WAY OUT OF GOTHAM.

THAT'S NOT EVEN SYMBOLIC AT THAT POINT. THIS SHIT IS LITERAL.

DICK DOESN'T WANT TIM TO GO.

Anyway, Dick tries again to convince Tim that Bruce is gone....Tim yet again says....nothing, about why he's so sure Bruce isn't. Dick ASKS him to talk. Dick stretches out his hand to Tim, OFFERING to help. Tim takes it and uses it to yank Dick towards him as he full on ATTACKS Dick. But uh, don't hear that come up much, do you? Dick showed up on Tim's way out of Gotham begging him to talk, to let Dick help, and Tim escalates it into a full out BRAWL.

And fans wonder why people thought Tim was just having a hard time processing his grief?

Continued in next post, because tumblr is a BUTTHEAD and won't let me post more than ten images at a time.

299 notes · View notes

dontfeeltoohot · 2 years ago

Note

for s/tranger t/hings prompts, could you possibly do e/ddie having an allergic reaction to something and not being able to get away from it for a while, so s/teve and r/obin have to help him? tysm and i love your writing!!

I know I just did a dust fic but oh well. This is one of the only valid ideas I could come up with. Normally I would do like...a dog or something? But with the fact he can't get away from it, dust seems more fitting. Also...this isn't fully following the prompt, bc feelings got in the way oops. But I still hope you guys enjoy. Warning for Eddie coming out to Steve and Robin in the most anticlimactic way possible.

X X X

When he agrees to help Robin and Steve clean out the back room of Family Video after close one night, he doesn't exactly think about the fact that cleaning usually means being subjected to dust. It's not that he would have declined if he'd realized, but it would have been nice to at least know to pop a Dimetapp or grab an extra bandana.

As Steve swings the door open to the back area, Eddie looks around curiously. He's never had a real job, always having been able to rely on selling drugs as an easy way of income. He's not sure what he's expected, but the dingy and dirty looking room with stacks of VHS tapes everywhere, boxes of candy in another and some promo signs against a wall isn't it. There's a table and three chairs in another corner, and Eddie plops himself down in one as the other two start moving tapes out of the way.

"Uhh, Munson, you gonna help?"

He looks up and his eyes narrow, staring at Harrington with a challenging look.

"I said I'd help you clean, not move things." Score one for Munson. He gives the other man a smirk and huffs when I broom is thrust towards him, hitting his arm and chest.

"There, then. Get cleaning."

Robin snorts and Eddie huffs in annoyance. Standing, the guitarist takes his signature leather jacket off, revealing a white and black striped t-shirt, something that almost looks too common place on him, considering all the other things he wears. Secretly, it's one of his favorite shirts- it makes him look hot, and he's worn it specifically for Harrington. Expertly, he gathers his curls in one hand from the nape of his neck upwards, then slips a hair tie on, a few curls falling and framing his face. He looks up, tongue peaking out of his mouth from concentration, and sees Harrington staring at him. Score two.

Grumbling to himself, Eddie starts working from the far left corner inwards, methodically sweeping the broom to catch all the small amounts of dirt, dust and garbage against it. Barely five minutes into his newly appointed task, the thin man feels an itch blossom in the back of his head. Ignoring it, Eddie keeps going, sweeping the crap into the muddle of the room, then going to the next corner. By the time the broom has officially swept half of the room, the oldest man can feel himself starting to sniffle, making him swipe his nose with his wrist more than a few times.

Each sniffle seems to make the tickle in his head a little worse. Eddie pauses the movement of his broom and grabs the bandana he keeps in his back pocket, pressing it to his face so he can wipe his nose and eyes. He's aware he stands there for a solid thirty seconds just rubbing, but his whole face is itchy, and he only stops when a hand sits on his shoulder. His bandana gets shoved back in his pocket, his eyes red and slightly puffy underneath now.

"Are you okay?" Robin looks worried, her brows drawn up, nose scrunched just slightly, making her freckles stand out more.

"Hmm? Oh yeah. Just kind of got lost in thought. Being around Harrington will do that to a guy," he says the last sentence louder, voice sweet and over the top with theatricality. Steve for his part blushes and rolls his eyes.

"Yeah yeah Munson, quit being such a sweet talker."

Eddie grins, thankful the banter stays light and Steve never seems to be weirded out by it. Maybe that means something, but he doesn't even want to give himself that flicker of hope. Steve Harrington could never like him like that. Sniffling again, Eddie rubs his face awkwardly on his stripe-clad shoulder, then gets back to his job, sweeping as though its his soul purpose in life.

As Robin and Steve finish clearing out the room so they can really scrub things, the guitarists nose gives an irritated twitch. He pointedly ignores it, trying to also not pay attention to the dust he can actually see getting kicked up as he sweeps. Finally, his nose is tired of sharing attention with everything else, and the prickle in his sinuses blooms. The itchy feeling is all encompassing, and it takes everything in Eddie not to just drop the broom.

"h'ghNXT! ih'gkst! h'Ngkkt'uh!"

Congestion explodes in his head, like it's been waiting for a sneeze to knock it all loose. He rubs his face with his bandana again, looking up to see neither of the others in the room with him. Thank god. He doesn't need Harrington mom-ing him to death. By the time he's almost done, Robin and Steve are back in the room, talking about Vickie and what Robin's going to do about her. Eddie freezes.

"Wait...you're into girls?"

The other two fall silent, and Steve steps forward, suddenly looking much more menacing than Eddie thinks he's ever seen, even fighting demobats.

"Is that a problem Munson?" The way he says his last name makes Eddie take a step back, raising his hands.

"Woah woah woah Harrington. I come in peace, Jesus. Don't bite my head off, leave that to Ozzy and the bats. I was juhhst asking for clarification."

Eddie scrubs at his nose, rubbing it upwards enough with the neck hem of his shirt that it leaves a small crease on the bridge, making it a little more pink than it already is. Steve stares at him, expression unreadable.

"Yes, Eddie. I'm into girls. It's why Steve and I don't date."

Wow. It all makes so much sense. He's about to say his thoughts out loud, but his nose has other ideas, once again demanding attention that's more than just a rub. Eddie contorts his face as the buzzing in his head grows, and then he's pulling the neck hem of his shirt back against his face.

"ihgNXT! hh'igKST! h'GXT'uh!"

"Bless you," Robin offers when Steve continues to just stare. Eddie swallows nervously and sniffles, wishing he had tissues to blow his nose. He could use his bandana, but that would make it pretty much unusable for the rest of the time spent in here.

"Harrington...I really don't care if Buckley's gay," Eddie tries again, rubbing his right eye. "I don't know why you'd think I'm homophobic, I'm gay too," he frowns a little. Not how he'd imagined coming out to them, but better now than never, he supposes. Before anyone can even take a breath to start to talk, the guitarist is turning away.

"h'Kgxt! ihh'gKT! ih'KSTCH'uh! Fuck," Eddie sniffles loudly and rubs his face again.

"You're gay too?" Robin's voice wavers just barely, but Eddie picks up on it and nods.

"Queer as a three dollar bill, as they say," he smiles in reassurance, then finally gives up and blows his nose into his bandana, cheeks heating up- he doesn't want to gross anyone out.

"Bless you. You sick or something?" Steve finally talks, and Eddie guesses this development will just be something they don't talk about. He'd rather that then get ridiculed by the man. He knows he's fine with Robin, but being the same gender and coming out is different, there's more struggle for power.

"Allergies," he shrugs it off and wipes his face with the same bandana he's just used to blow his nose, then grimaces a little.

"God, you're like a child. Hold on..." Steve rummages around in a cabinet and pulls out a new, still sealed box of tissues. Eddie grins.

"Thanks Harrington."

#my fic #em #sh #rb #st #strthi #asks #answered

29 notes · View notes

littlegodzilla · 3 years ago

Text

Howl TWD AU. Daryl Dixon x OFC 9/15.

Hi!!

Sorry, this past friday I couldn't post the chapter, it was a crazy day, I'm not sure if I will be able to post on Fridays from now on, but I will post as soon as possible when I have a free moment.

I hope you like it!

Enjoy!

Howl

Daryl Dixon x OFC.

Warnings(For the all series); AU. M, Smut, +18, hurt/comfrot, blood, violence, bad language, war plans, ABO references, Knot thing, a lot of references about werewolves mixed with my own imagination.

Warnings chapter: Bad language. Jealousy. plans of war.

Outside Narrator.

Words: 4800.

N/A: Yes, I know, I use Woodbury a lot in my stories, but Seasons 2 and 3 are my favorites and they can’t live in a prison…. Woodbury is the closest thing… and yes, Rick and Michonne are together because I love them and I miss them a lot, sorry if someone is unhappy about this. Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @pncnsc @purple-serenity @lilythemadqueen @twdeadfanfic @darylsgarden

Part 9.

Daryl doesn't take long to recognize them, they are the wolves that were following the young Alpha of Ixeia's pack, one of them was the black wolf that appeared the first day marking his territory, but now all three are in their human form and seem to be looking for him, he looks sideways at Rick and opens the door again, appearing normal, he shrugs.

"Yer guys lost too?"

"We came for the Omega."

"I'm startin’ to get bored with that fuckin’ line; I said she ain’t here."

"We know she’s here, we can smell her on you." He looks at one of them. "We aren’t here to hurt her, we just want to protect her."

"Protect her? Like yer boss? Who by the way, where is he?" he says wryly, they look at each other and lower their heads.

"He ran away, when we went after the humans and you attacked us, he panicked and ran away leaving us to our fate..."

"How sorry I am, now scram." He growls and Rick jabs him with his elbow.

"What exactly do you want with her?" Asks the sheriff seeing Daryl make an annoyed gesture.

"Protect her, the herd that has arrived are dangerous, they follow a twisted leader who won't hesitate to kill everyone you live in Woodbury." Another one of them replies and Daryl snaps.

"Yer plan worked so well the last time..."

"He won't care, he's strong and from an ancient lineage, he'll raze everything just to take her." He explains to her. "You know she's a Priestess, that in her pack she healed her own with her Gift, you know what he's going to use her for."

"I know what she is, but they ain’t gonna take her." He grunts with a shrug. "Ya wanna protect her now, why?"

"She saved us from you, that night when you became a Berserker, she helped us to hide and when we fled she stopped you when you came after us."

"Actually we are asking your permission because this is your territory, but we just want to help her."

"Well, if you guys want to help her, we could use a hand with those new guys that showed up, you could keep an eye on their movements, let us know if they head back towards town." Rick interjects and Daryl looks at him raising his eyebrows in surprise. "But if you are allies of Ixeia you will be of us too, I have seen that you move by very strict laws and rules, so this you are also going to respect, if you agree with this you will be welcome."

"It's only fair... My name is Jesus and those are Aaron and Abraham." He points to the two wolves with him. "We will protect the human village and guard the territory."

"Thank you Jesus, I'm Rick, the sheriff of Woodbury, if you need anything you can count on me, Daryl will be in charge of this and you can go see her if you want, I guess she'll be glad to see you."

"May I know what yer doin’?" interjects Daryl then. "Are ya really gonna trust them, just like that? they attacked Hershel's farm!"

"And they lost much of their pack because of it, and Ixeia saved them which gives me to understand that they're good people... wolves... you know what I mean. If indeed your brother is here with that pack and they are so dangerous, the more the merrier. We're only human, Daryl, and unless you can provide us with bullets or silver weapons..."

"We ain’t immortal." Dares Aaron to say. "Our wounds heal, true, but we can die just like any other being..."

"Well in that case we'll aim for the head." He shrugs and Daryl smiles in amusement.

"It would be quicker to cut it off... Go off and scout, I don't wanna ya anywhere near her, not now."

"Her heat is close." Understands Abraham smiling under his ginger mustache and Daryl tenses, he doesn't like that look.

"Yes, but that ain’t yer problem."

"You should claim her, Alpha, or someone else might take her." Jokes Jesus walking away a bit with his companions.

Alpha...

His body shudders for a second. They really are Alphas. He and his brother are born with the essence, as leaders of their future packs, despite their birth as Metis, but Daryl still fears what might happen if he were to truly assume his role as Alpha. Never before has such a case been known. Would he manage to lead a well-structured pack? Would he be able to have pups? Would his Omega suffer the consequences? The thought of endangering his mate for life makes his stomach cringe. He hadn't even thought he'd ever have that bond with anyone. He bites his lip repeatedly trying to get his thoughts under control. He is startled when Rick walks up to him and touches his arm.

"We could use some new allies..."

"Why all this look good to ya?" he looks at him confused and Rick shrugs.

"I've said it before, Ixeia trusted them by leaving them alive, she's good, fuck you're harmless, taking away that psycho form, what do you call it? Berserk?"

"Berserker..." He huffs rolling his eyes, but understanding what he's saying. "I'll keep an eye on them, if somethin’ ain’t smell right to me..."

"I agree, and as soon as you feel something doesn't feel right, you're free to take whatever action you see fit."

"Good... and now, can ya leave me alone? Even in my house I ain’t alone." He growls wearily and Rick laughs even though he knows his brother is being serious. He gives him a gentle pat on the back and exits the cabin leaving the, newly discovered, Alpha alone with his thoughts.

The welcoming of the three new wolves to the village is awkward at first. Although Ixeia seems happy to have them there, the Greene family remembers what happened on their farm, Michonne isn’t as convinced as her husband that they are good allies, even Ezekiel seems nervous at the arrival of new people, Carol tries to talk some sense into him but even she is somewhat defensive. The men don't make much noise at first, they settle in the yard of the she-wolf's house, they don't need a roof, they have been moving around the world as Lupus for most of their lives, they don't mind sleeping on the comfortable lawn, although their companion has insisted that they enter the house, they have refused.

People are surprised at the new movement of people in town, but no one dares to really ask, now the new girl, who is dating good old Derek, has three dogs in her garden and no one knows exactly where they have come from. It's both a funny and tense situation. Funny because if they really knew who these 'dogs' were many would run away, tense because the young girl is getting closer and closer to her heat and is overwhelmed by the smell of the men around her.

Daryl and Rick gather everyone at the Grimes' house to tell them what's going on. They are still not very convinced with the addition of the new wolves to the group, but they are also present at the meeting, Ixeia seems quite content and trusts them, so no one objects. Daryl briefly tells what is going on, the wolf pack that has just appeared, tells them about Merle, his brother, what they are carrying out and what they have come for. All eyes fall on the young wolf and Daryl. Michonne sighs caressing her bulging belly.

"So what are we going to do?"

"Nothin’ for the moment, just stay alert." Daryl says looking at his companions. "I asked them nicely to leave my territory, but I highly doubt they'll hang around for long, so we'll keep an eye on them so we'll be prepared." He looks at the newly arrived wolves and nods. "Ya wanna help? well, that will be yer mission: keep us informed of any movement they make."

"Okay." Jesus agrees, looking at his friend who smiles gratefully.

"You don't have to do all this for me, I know how to fight too." Defends the she-wolf and Rick nods his head.

"We know, we've seen you in action, but it isn’t just you, our people are in danger too, we have to be prepared for anything."

"This group is talking about war." Dares Abraham to speak. "We, werewolves, are at constant war protecting Gaia from the Dark, but this is different, times of peace have been lulling and numbing the warrior spirit of our people, these wolves are rebels to that peace." He explains and looks at Daryl. "They want to start a war within our very existence..."

"I know, they talked about overthrowin’ the Elders, doubt they will get anywhere near the Council, but that is now irrelevant. The important thing is to keep the village safe and not let them take Ixeia with them." The she-wolf feels something strange as she hears her name for the first time on the Alpha's lips. "I dunno what they must have done with Merle, I know my brother ain’t a very clear-headed person, but they must have promised him somethin’ really good enough for him to let himself be manipulated by others. Nevertheless he is powerful, but not invincible, if things got too complicated, I would take care of him."

"How? would you turn back into... that thing?" Hershel asks with a timbre of fear in his voice. Daryl looks down biting his lip, he has great respect and affection for everyone here and seeing the fear in their eyes, towards him, tears him apart.

"No, no if I can help it... That was a disgrace... I couldn't control myself, my body was succumbing to too much pain and..." He tries to explain himself.

"It won't happen again, now we all know what we have to do, we won't let them try to get Daryl out of control." Rick speaks touching his brother's shoulder affectionately, the wolf looks at him sideways and nods gratefully at his words.

They draw up a plan, for the moment they just have to be careful, but Jesus will act as an intermediary between the pack and Rick's police station, as soon as they felt something strange, they would put the sheriff on notice and he would mobilize his men to deal with whatever it takes, the rest would prepare to fight, very few of those present know how to use a gun, Michonne is pregnant and Rick doesn’t want her to get into trouble, the woman wants to protest, but it’s a unanimous decision leaving the woman with her mouth open. Hershel's daughters insist on wanting to defend themselves, so they will go to shooting class with Shane and Andrea.

Carol also wants to help, they know that to make a deadly weapon against werewolves they don't need great rituals in the moonlight as Daryl has told her, but it would be nice to be able to reinforce some knives and even bullets with some silver, something that is not so simple to do, but in one of Hershel's barns they could prepare a rudimentary forge, Ixeia will help them with that, as Priestess of her pack, her Gift of healing also purifies and strengthens, so she will add a bit of her gift to all the weapons they manage to strengthen to make them more effective, she is even willing to improve Daryl's bolts, but he shakes his head, he tolerates silver well, he has handled it for many years of his life, he doesn't need to make them stronger. The she-wolf also doesn’t insist on giving in to the adult male, despite what they have been through together, nothing seems to have changed.

They all know what their part of the plan is, from that very day they prepare for whatever may happen. Rick finds it strange to work with a wolf following him almost everywhere. Although at first their main mission was to take care of the wolf, now they walk the streets of the city always patrolling to make sure everyone is safe. Rick appreciates this, Daryl still isn't sure what their true intentions are, he doesn't let his guard down, but he also tries not to growl too much, he knows that provoking an internal fight wouldn't help them drive the invaders out.

In the mornings Dixon explores new corners of his own territory, without going to the edge of it, just walking distances he doesn't usually take, his territory is wide, a wolf needs a wide territory for his pack and the litters to come, he has always been alone, but he has always marked the entire perimeter surrounding Woodbury to ensure the protection of it. Abraham and Aaron follow him every morning on his walks, at first it irritated him to have the two wolves around, then it started to become a habit. When dawn breaks the wolves are already waiting for him at the door of the cabin and they start walking around him, they obey his orders, follow his directions, go several meters ahead to make sure it is safe and return with the Alpha, some mornings they even dare to hunt something with Daryl's permission, although with the arrival of winter there are not many animals that dare to fight the cold of the morning.

Shane and Andrea prepare the shooting gallery at the precinct for Maggie, Beth and the others, some of their colleagues have asked what the deployment of civilians at the precinct is all about, but Shane has a strong temper and scares a lot of the young cops, so they don't need to explain too much. At first it is difficult for some of them to even hold the gun, but after several attempts things improve considerably. They all want to be useful in that fight.

In the barn that Hershel has set up for the silver smelting things are also going well, the wolves stay away, it is true that silver is not deadly for them per se, but it always manages to weaken them faster than a common object, so the forge is a dangerous place for them. Ezekiel helps Carol and the youngsters; Henry, Carl, Lydia and Enid to prepare the silver, he is in charge of always keeping the fire ready and melting the metal for the others to prepare it later. Daryl teaches them some basic steps to make some bullets and to impregnate the blades of the knives with the silver without destroying the metal. Ixeia also assists with her Gift, giving them more power.

"Be careful, we just finished these blades and they are still a bit hot." Carol says showing her the new knives they have prepared.

Ixeia carefully picks up one of them and examines it, it has a nice silver finish, as well as the steel edge, it is a light weapon and easy to wield, getting too close to the wolves could be a mistake, but they are so light that throwing them against them could be a deadly weapon. They just needed practice. He picks up the weapons leaving them all together and places his hands on them closing his eyes. She has never used her Gift for something like this before, it is totally different from what she herself knows, but she knows she is capable of it. She concentrates and a soft greenish colored aura envelops the weapons like the other times she has done it. Once again she captures with awe the attention of everyone watching her do the ritual, Rick and Michonne are there too and can't help but be speechless. Daryl walks up to her and drops his bolts in front of the she-wolf. She finishes the ritual and looks at him. He just shrugs his shoulders.

"I see ya know what yer doin’ maybe it could use some help." He says matter-of-factly, biting his lower lip. Ixeia smiles and nods picking up the bolts carefully and repeating the operation she has done with the other weapons.

The wolf watches her carefully, it isn’t a complicated ritual and apparently doesn't need to drain too much power from the Priestess, but he still watches that she doesn't overdo it, they are all putting a lot of effort into being useful to face the pack that is watching them and Daryl fears that the enthusiasm could get out of hand if they aren't careful.

He also picks up something different about her, there's a scent surrounding her, it isn’t the scent she usually gives off, he knows her heat is getting closer, but it isn’t that either. He frowns as he realizes it's the scent of the human who has been seeing her these days, because Daryl has also witnessed how Derek has gone to the she-wolf's house, time and time again, to talk to her, Carol has told him about her dates and Rick has joked about how good they look together. The Ranger doesn't care, he made the mistake of telling the asshole that she was his when she wasn't, she should have explained the situation to him and the human had taken his chance. It wasn't the first time a human had bonded with a she-wolf, in fact Hominids are born exactly like that, so it isn’t really a problem. Whatever she wants to do with that man, it isn’t his problem.

When she finishes enchanting his bolts she hands them to him and Daryl walks away with a nod. The she-wolf follows him with her gaze as he has once again become cold to her despite having joked seconds before.

She fails to understand what is going on with the Alpha.

Ixeia has continued seeing with Derek, she has had to make some excuses when the man would show up at her house and she couldn't meet up with him, she doesn't want to involve him in all that, she doesn't know how far Derek could assimilate, so she has been dodging him for a few days, but finally she is back to meeting up with him. Derek had promised her a day in the woods and she had accepted, now she couldn't back out and cancel the date. So that morning she wakes up early, she feels her body throbbing as she moves, but she doesn't think anything of it, she still has time for her heat to completely overpower her. Now is not the time, they are on alert, the last thing she needs is for her zeal to take over.

She is ready when Derek knocks on the door of her house, she has spoken to Carol on the subject of making more bullets and the woman has told her that she has to find more silver to melt, so she can take the day off if she wants, she is grateful and now feels less guilty about going off with Derek into the woods.

During the ride to the small clearing where he wants to take her, the man asks her how she has been spending those days she has been busy, he wants to know what she has been doing and if he can help her in any way. Ixeia hesitates for a moment, but finally shakes her head, making up some excuse about work, some last minute patrol with Daryl. When she pronounces the Ranger's name she can see how the dark-haired man's gesture tenses and that surprises her. It is evident that neither of them get along well. She decides to change the subject and again the atmosphere is pleasant and relaxed.

The clearing where Derek is taking her is away from town, but not far enough into the woods to be a problem, which again relaxes the she-wolf, she doesn't want to draw the attention of the wolves who are looking for her, her rut hasn't fully arrived yet, but her scent can already put them on alert for miles, they are all trying too hard to keep her safe for her to spoil it with an absurd rendezvous.

"You've settled in well to the village then, I see everyone is very comfortable with you." Derek tells her with a broad smile and she nods.

"Yes, I still have a lot to learn, but yes, people have been very patient with me." She smiles because it's true, she still has a lot of customs to adapt to, but she has a group she can consider her family.

"Don't worry about that, sometimes they seem very cantankerous, but deep down they are delighted." He jokes pulling out something to eat and offering it to the young woman, she accepts it smiling again.

"Thanks, I try not to make too much trouble." She jokes and something tightens in her stomach, actually since she came to Woodbury the town has been in a few troubles because of her.

"I highly doubt you were capable of that." He encourages her, but doesn't really succeed in making her feel better, her head spinning at what she herself has said.

Daryl is patrolling with who he can already consider his companions, as the wolves don't leave his side, they're heading back to the cabin on a longer trail, they've gone to the edge of the territory, he didn't want to get that close, but he wanted to make sure everything was okay over there, not discovering anything relevant they had decided to go back by making a detour. He stops when at the feeding trough of a clearing that is specially prepared for people to go there from the field he sees Ixeia with the human, Derek.

The two seem to be talking quietly, she smiles out of politeness and he keeps touching her. Daryl frowns, he isn’t groping her or making her uncomfortable, but he can see how his fingers brush against her hand, how he gives her a little nudge teasingly, how he pushes her hair away when she laughs and it covers her face. They are small movements filled with a lack of innocence, he is trying to win her over, or at least get her attention enough to take her to bed. He tenses his jaw biting the inner sides of his cheeks, his hand goes towards his crossbow, but stops when he realizes what he is about to do. However he can't control his feet as he heads towards them, his gesture stiffens and his brow furrows.

When the pair see him reach them, Ixeia rises from the wooden bench lowering her head in respect and submission, Daryl tries to ignore the growl forming in his throat and averts his gaze to Derek. He too has risen, standing in front of Daryl wanting to intimidate him in some way. To his ears comes the laughter that escapes Abraham in his wolf form.

"Is something wrong, Dixon?" asks Derek looking at him with a frown.

"I dunno, should somethin’ be wrong? what are ya guys doin’ out here alone, so far from town?"

"We came camping..." Ixeia mutters.

"That's none of your business... even if I wanted to explain it to you I don't think you'd understand anything." Derek replies and Daryl looks at him frowning, okay in town he has never been seen with any woman, but he knows perfectly well what that guy wants from her.

"Ya should watch what ya say..." He mutters in a clear threat and the man takes a step closer to him, Daryl doesn't flinch, he faces him with a scowl. "The woods ain't safe now in winter, ya should go back to town." His gaze wanders for a moment to Ixeia and she nods.

"Sorry, Derek... Maybe we should go back." She asks the brunet, he wants to protest but the pleading look of the young woman makes him give in, he breaks away and goes back to the table to gather everything. Again Daryl has won over him.

"There are a lot of people stickin’ their necks out for ya." Daryl whispers to her. "Ya should be more grateful instead of eloping with the human to get laid." He chides her and she lifts her head wanting to clear his wrong, but flinches at the sight of his eyes darkening in anger. "I didn't think ya were that desperate." He growls and with that last he turns around retracing his own steps, with Abraham and Aaron behind him.

The she-wolf watches them walk away feeling her stomach clench again and her eyes water. It's frustrating. Something always happens, always does something that drives Daryl out of his mind. She shakes her head when Derek touches her arm and looks at her silently asking her if she's okay. She smiles and nods.

"Yeah, okay, shall we go back?"

"Yes, let's go." His hand caresses the small of her back and the two walk back up to Woodbury.

The she-wolf and Derek walk back to town without another word, she is deep in thought and the man is frowning heavily, he doesn't understand that the Ranger has walked in on their date, he couldn't care less what they were doing there.

"She's mine."

That was what he had told him that day when he had gone to Ixeia's house to ask her out, but he had appeared through the door preventing him from talking to her, after several hours he had met with the young woman and she said nothing about Daryl, but still the man always had an eye on them when they were together. Derek wasn't stupid, he had noticed even when it seemed that the young woman hadn't. If he intended to have something with her, it was late, Ixeia and he was having a good relationship, Derek is almost certain that their relationship can move forward.

They stop in front of the door to the she-wolf's house, Derek looks ready to want to enter, but she discreetly blocks his way, the man frowns, he doesn't know what power Daryl has over her, but every time he's near, she closes with him, as if she's doing something wrong and trying to rectify her mistake.

"Is everything okay?" the man asks, sticking his hands inside his pockets.

"Yeah, I'm just a little tired..." She tries to explain herself by rubbing her arms, nervously. "I'm sorry Derek, I didn't mean for the day to end like this, but..."

"No, it's okay, I guess Dixon has that Gift, doesn't he? Disturbs." He says clearly annoyed, growls lowly averting his gaze. Ixeia crosses her arms then, she doesn't like how he's talking about Daryl.

"He doesn't... He only cares about the village... The winter is being hard this year, the animals are dangerous..."

"He said you were his." He cuts off what she is saying and Ixeia falls silent looking at him with wide eyes.

"I didn't... He..." She doesn't know how to continue to sentence, she isn't Daryl's, Daryl isn't even interested in her in any way, he just helped her calm her growing heat, he hasn't looked at her or touched her like that again. No, he doesn't care. "You mean because of that day, he was just passing through, we weren't..."

"Then maybe I should talk to him, he's obviously sticking his nose where it doesn't belong, don't you think?" he says again with a shrug.

"He was just doing his patrol, I would have done the same thing too if it had been another couple, I mean..." She shakes her head. "Don't make a big deal out of it, Derek... It's not..."

She's knocked out of breath when he leans in and kisses her. The surprised she-wolf clutches his shoulders, but doesn't reciprocate, she doesn't really know how to kiss, it's something between humans she hasn't experienced yet and it feels strange. She squeezes his shoulders and separates from him lowering her head.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable..."

"No, no, it's just... I'm sorry, Derek, can we talk another day?" she feels strange, she wants to leave, the feel of Derek's beard and lips still on hers.

"Yeah, sure, you know where I live, you can come see me anytime." He takes a few steps away and with an awkward smile turns and walks away.

Ixeia watches him go, she tenses because across the street is Daryl watching, he has a frown on his face and has tensed his jaw, but he doesn't move, he just stands there, watching. The wolf lowers her head and enters the house feeling her whole body trembling and her heart racing. She doesn't know why she feels this way, human emotions are getting too complicated for her.

To be Continued...

Next chapter. Previous chapter.

See you in the next chapter!

#norman #normanreedus #norman reedus #daryl #daryl dixon #daryldixon #daryl x oc #daryldixonxofc #twd fanfiction #the walking dead #twd daryl #howl #series #howl series #part 9

44 notes · View notes

cinnamonest · 4 years ago

Text

Razor (Genshin Impact) - Yandere Profile

@bleachlemon

I'm glad you are ok with it because oh boy do I have some very very n a s t y noncon-y thoughts about our wolfboi. We love a dense boy, not a single thought in his empty, horny lil brain. Head empty, just horny for y/n.

I also have the big horny™ for any cross between boys and canines... Does smth for me. As if my favoritism wasn't obvious by how much I've written below lmao

tw: general yandere content, violence, mentions of n/sfw

tw below cut: breeding, heavy noncon, like jfc this is nasty, misogynistic

----

What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?

The biggest issue with Razor is his complete and total lack of restraint. He sees no need for it, he has no real concept of social norms. Wolves don't really practice restraint on... anything. When they see something they want to kill, they kill it, when they see something they want to have, they have it, when they're mad, they attack, when they're hungry, they eat.

So in a way, he's perfectly lucid, but doesn't act as a normal lucid person who understands social norms would do. He knows that you give him some burning, fluttery feeling, and that he enjoys having you around, and that he gets sad when you have to leave. He's perceptive enough to know it's the same urge that drives humans to form their long-term mate partnerships. If that's what they refer to as "love," he'll readily adopt that term as a way to describe what he feels. What he doesn't get is everything between point A and point Z. No point in all the "courtship" and "marriage" and other human customs -- he doesn't need to "date" to know you're the one, and he doesn't need some signed paper to signify he loves you. In his mind, it's perfectly logical to expect you to immediately come live out in Wolvendom with him. You did accept all his courtship signs, after all.

Wolves are very straightforward with it, you see. Their courtship includes going for walks side-by-side, close to each other, which you did when you let him guide you through the woods. Wolves will rest their head or legs on the other, and you let him rest his head on your shoulder (even if you flinched with surprise when he did, uncomfortable but too nice to say anything). He even when to the extent of engaging in human mating rituals -- you accepted all those gifts he hunted down, and you smiled when he said nice things about how pretty you are, how nice you smell.

So in other words, you've basically already accepted him as a mate. That's what he's perceived, and changing his initial perceptions is not easily accomplished.

How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?

One of the most likely, and definitely the fastest. Possibly after meeting you a single time. He can't take the risk of you not coming back.

He won't be very subtle or sneaky about it either, not tricking you into walking right into captivity, nor drugging you or taking you in your sleep. It's very straightforward - it's not like there's anyone in Wolvendom to hear you, so he has no problem just slinging you over his shoulder and carrying you off. He kinda gets why you'd panic, so he reassures you that no, he's not gonna eat you or anything, you're just going home.

Don't worry about the pack - they won't eat you either, or even hurt you. He's already told them not to. He gets why you might be frightened by the massive, snarling creatures and their massive teeth and eyes that shine in moonlight, but he'll make sure you get used to them and accept them as your family, just like he has.

How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape?

That depends. Can you fight off two 180-pound masses of claws, teeth, and muscle? If so, sure, it'll be easy. If not... you'll have some issues.

He's lucky to have such a loyal pack that will help him with these things - they don't exactly understand why you'd want to leave, but they know you're not supposed to. Even when he has to leave you, which isn't often, he'll leave a few of them around to watch you. To make sure no one comes and steals you or anything - and of course, the implication that it's to make sure you don't run away, either. He doesn't really get why you would, but he's come to the realization, based on what you've tried to tell him, that you miss your family and friends. And he gets that, he really does, but in the end, he's selfish at his core, and his empathy for you isn't enough for him to just let you go.

He sleeps latched onto you, arms wrapped around you, so it's not a good idea to try. Your best bet is to wait for a time he's gone and distract the wolves with something, which isn't too hard, and run for it. But even if you do manage to escape, you won't be for long. They can smell you from a mile away and will use your scent to pinpoint you down within a few minutes. They don't exactly have any gentle ways of taking you down and bringing you back, either. They're basically going to have to use their teeth, so it's better if you don't struggle - you'll just hurt yourself.

If he catches you, though, he'll just get huffy and angry, and much like when initially taking you, he'll just pick you right up and bring you back. He's not opposed to stealing ropes and the like from the passing knights, and tying knots isn't too difficult to figure out.

How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?

Poor boy is very easy to lie to and manipulate. Head empty, not many thoughts up there. However, you'll have to be clever about it, because most of the time, even if he believes you, he doesn't care. Sure, you can easily convince him that it's normal for human couples to sleep separately... But that's not going to stop him from curling up with you, because that's what he does. That's what wolves do.

He will, however, be somewhat easily manipulated into getting you things you want, if he thinks it'll make you happy. However, obtaining things you want will almost definitely come in the form of theft, or worst case scenario, the body of a passer-by that just so happened to have something you wanted visibly on their person.

If he finds out you lied to him on something, he'll get pouty and grumpy. It's not pleasant, but it's better than the rage reaction of some yanderes.

How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?

His life revolves around you, and yours should revolve around him. That's how mates are. You can go for walks in the woods! You can take naps in the sun together! You can spend literal hours mating! Why would you need anything else?

That being said, he's always had a uniqueness from the wolves in that he's awake more - wolves sleep about 14 hours a day, him only about 8 or 9. You'll definitely be getting a lot more sleep than you would back home, but you'll have a few precious hours to yourselves. It makes him happy - it used to be time he spent all alone, a reminder of how he didn't truly fit in with humans nor wolves. But now, you have that time together! He's willing to do most anything you want, so long as you're together. He's always had some adaptative differences he practices by himself - making fires, cooking food on them, wearing clothes. If you want to go exploring, you can do that, if you want to make food, you can do that too. He'll even accommodate you if you want to do useless things, like your insistence on teaching him to read, or practicing his speech.

What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use?

It's fairly simple. Don't leave. That's really the one big one.

He's actually not one to make a rule against fighting him - he'll see it as you wanting to play fight, wrestling, which wolves do all the time. It's fun, even if it's easy for him to win. And it's exciting when you fight back, in a weird way.

Don't make contact with other humans, if you see them. Oh, and he'll want you to report to him everything you did or saw while he was gone hunting.

Generally, if he gives you a command, which isn't too much, he expects you to follow it. In his mind, he's the male, he's supposed to tell you what to do. Isn't that how it usually works with humans too?

If you're too disobedient, he'll get grumpy. Honestly, his most likely form of dealing with it is to wrestle you to the ground, and essentially hold you down until you comply or agree to whatever he wants.

How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?

Rip.

But seriously. No, they're not going to last. He's one of the more paranoid ones, because deep down he's aware of how little he understands. For all he knows, every human male that talks to you could be doing what you call "flirting." Hell, didn't some girls like other girls too? How does he know which ones do and which ones don't? That means everyone is a threat, and he can't let threats get in the way.

He's not one of the ones to be subtle or try to hide it from you. He will probably try a little bit if he knows it's one of your family or friends whose blood is soaking his clothes when he comes back to you, but if it's random, he might even be proud. Look at that, he took down a whole search party that came looking for you all by himself! It's proof of his strength and dominance, and you should be happy that you have a strong mate to protect you! And he doesn't really empathize well - if you're upset, he will explain exactly that to you, and insist you change how you see things. Humans are so strange, being upset that your mate is able to protect you. You'll see why it's a good thing eventually, he's sure.

How easy is it to make them mad? What does their anger look like?

He gets frustrated pretty easily. It's usually just a lack of understanding, in his mind, you're being unnecessarily difficult almost all the time. He has told you a million times he doesn't care about whatever is normal for humans, yet you continuously bring it up, and that's a bit irritating. He'll huff and sigh and clamp a hand over your mouth if you're going on about it, and if you really refuse to shut up about it, there are a variety of ways of making you quiet - or distracting you from complaints.

He's got an immature streak, as he never really had anyone around to teach him otherwise. So he gets very pouty, a little bit aggressive and forceful when it comes to being upset over something or getting his way. If he wants attention and you're not giving it to him, he won't hesitate to just take whatever you're holding and focused on of your hands and toss it to the side.

On the positive side, he's never going to be passive aggressive. He's always straightforward and has no hesitation to tell you exactly how he's feeling.

If he's genuinely, truly furious, he can get violent. He'll probably apologize and definitely feel bad, licking all the little wounds. He wouldn't try to do anything so bad as bone breaking or severely hurting you, but might accidentally lose control of his own strength.

Do they see you as above them, beneath them, or equal to them?

More or less an equal. Not much to say here, as, to be honest, that sort of thing hasn't really crossed his mind. He doesn't waste time with thoughts of relative value, he just knows he loves you and wants you.

Subconsciously, it would be slightly below. Due to a very natural upbringing, he automatically associates males as being the leaders and alphas, while females are... Well, puppy-making machines. Don't try to accuse him of any sort of sexism or anything - he can't even really wrap his head around the concept, much less understand why it's wrong to acknowledge how much weaker you are than him. If you need proof of that, he can easily wrestle with you and prove it.

How determined are they for you to love them? How hard will they try to make it happen? Or are they content just having you?

Pretty highly determined. He mistakes a lot of things as signs of love, though. You might be only complying out of fear or exhaustion, but he won't be able to tell, he's not good with facial expressions, so he thinks it's a sign you're accepting him.

Honestly, he's one of the ones that, albeit unintentionally, will kind of guilt you into acceptance. You inevitably feel bad for him, you can tell how lonely he really is, and how desperately he loves you, wants you to love him. His intentions aren't malicious, and it's actually difficult to truly resent him, unlike some yanderes. Ironically, it reaches a point where rejecting him sometimes really does feel like kicking a sad little stray puppy in the rain - it makes you feel awful when he gets sad and quiet.

While there are a lot of yanderes who would be a lot more earnest and striving to serve and please you, which he doesn't really do, he's probably one of the most patient yanderes when it comes to this. He doesn't care if it takes the rest of your lives. He'll never give up or just settle for having you with him, he'll be loving you and trying to be reassured of your love till the day he dies, if that's what it takes.

Bonus: Is there anything that makes them unique, in comparison to other yanderes?

Primarily, it's hard to emphasize how significantly his lack of human socialization impacts his yandere behaviors.

Most yanderes are forced to acknowledge the inherent wrongness of their actions - some will accept it and not care that it's wrong, some sadists enjoy knowing it's wrong, some will delude themselves into justifying it, some will try their best to act within moral boundaries or make up for their wrongness somehow. But all in all, they all have to face the reality of the situation and understand that what they're doing is considered wrong.

Razor's not like that. He doesn't really take the moral aspect into consideration. To him, the whole idea is simply a human thing entirely. It doesn't matter what humans do. He views the world in a very black and white sense. Morality is a more abstract concept, what's more important is how things are relative to himself - what he wants.

Tends to communicate in strange ways. Excess emotions, too much happiness or anger or whatever can make him forget his words, so there's a lot of subtle communication through grunts, whimpers, growls. Over time, you learn how to distinguish between the various noises and body language and what they mean.

Will lick you. It's weird. It's kinda gross. But it's just how he shows affection. He tends to get carried away with kisses, ending up lapping at your lips, licking your neck and collarbones, nuzzling his head into you.

General perverseness: how sexual of a person are they? What’s their drive like? How touchy do they get? Do they have any reservations about sexuality?

Scientifically speaking, male sex drive is heavily boosted by testosterone. Testosterone can be greatly increased by heavy physical activity, eating high amounts of meat, sun exposure, and is even directly correlated to spending large amounts of time outdoors.

You see where this is going.

Very high drive, very touchy, and no reservations, no shame. Thank whatever deity you care to recognize in Tevyat that you're isolated from other people out in the woods, because he has no concept of norms or appropriateness, and trying to get him to understand is a fruitless effort. You're wasting your time trying to explain the idea that groping and touching out of the blue is considered rude, or that most human men take issue with being very visibly, very noticeably hard and would likely try to conceal it, not just sit there with the blatant bulge poking forward... His response will only be that you're far away from humans, so it shouldn't matter. He's just trying to show you he loves you, that's why he insists on grinding into you all the time, staring at your body, humping you when you're curled up together quite ironically like a horny dog.

Unfortunately, he basically just does not know how to be gentle or slow about it. He can start off trying to be slow and soft if you beg for it, but once you're actually laying there and he's in you, he gets caught up in instinct and the heat of the moment, and just kinda... forgets about that whole "slow and gentle" thing, opting to just rut you as hard and fast as possible.

He doesn't talk much during sex. He already has some trouble forming sentences in normal times, you can't expect him to when he's fucking. You won't get a lot of words besides the occasional, "good, feels good," or little commands, but you will get a lot of animalistic noises - possessive growls, little whines of pleasure. He doesn't have any sense to hold back on his noises.

He's also the least likely to care about things like shaving, periods, or imperfections. Which is good, but you also can't use those things as an excuse to not fuck, it'll go in one ear and out the other.

How forceful are they? Do they care about your willingness?

It's not so much an intentional disregard for your willingness, so much as a combo of not really considering it, and thinking it's just something you'll change on. If he's human, and he has the urge, that means surely you do too. Sometimes humans need emotional connections before they want to mate, right? So he just needs to express his love to you. The looping problem there is that fucking you is pretty much his primary way of expressing love. It'll work out in the end, he guesses.

His limited knowledge of humanity also will lead him to certain conclusions. From what he understands, human society often shames females for having sex and wanting sex, right? That's dumb. But their mentality is probably ingrained in your brain, isn't it? That's why you act like this. But don't worry, he's not like the human men. Wolves don't feel that way. You'll understand that with time.

What sort of kinks or fetishes do they have, or would they fill?

Biting/Scratching/Marking

It's a natural reaction to him. If he's balls deep in you, mounted on and pounding into your body, thrusting so hard that your body is lurching forward with every movement, he wants a way to hold you still, keep your body in place so that each pounding goes deeper and harder. It's second nature for him to just sink his teeth into your jugular, your neck, your shoulders. As an added bonus, he likes seeing the marks it leaves behind, in addition to how his fingernails that dig into your hips leave little indents in your skin.

Breeding

He doesn't know how to not cum in you. You can't honestly expect him to pull out of you, you're so warm and wet and soft, it would be torture not to reach a climax buried inside that tight heat. You can go on a rant about not wanting to get pregnant, but it'll go in one ear and out the other. He doesn't get it - you're supposed to want to have his pups. Do you not think he's a suitable mate for reproducing? You'll be halfway through explaining why kids aren't in your current agenda before being flipped over and pounded into yet again with his newfound determination to prove his strength and dominance to you. Once you understand that, surely, you'll want all the puppies you can possibly make.

Predator/Prey

This applies mostly to escape attempts. He'll be mad, but it triggers something in him, something instilled by years of hunting down poor little prey animals. The desire to hunt you down, find you, and ruin you. Instead of ripping you apart like he would boars, he can't think of anything but just fucking you up against the nearest tree, the ground, anything. The faster you run, the more afraid you are, the more exciting it is. It's a very primal urge, one that commands all sorts of predators, both in feeding and breeding.

Forced Orgasms

As with many human things, he makes certain discoveries with time about sex. The first time you fuck, it'll probably be too rough for you to really cum, but it'll only be a few days in before your body adjusts to the girth that's frequently inside of you, and you end up spasming all over him - and he's just got this shocked expression, watching with amazement when you clench down and quiver under him. Wait, you mean human females can orgasm too? Not just the men?

From that point forward, he's determined to fuck, lick, grind, and force every orgasm out of you as physically possible. It makes him feel a weird sort of pride and contentment. It's one of the few things that makes him a big smug. Even if you feel like you can't possibly cum any more, he'll try anyway.

How do they feel about pregnancy or babies? Do they want them?

It's your purpose! He has learned that human girls only have one baby at a time, sometimes two, which is nothing compared to how many pups wolves usually have in one litter. That means that you'll have to make up for the lack of quantity of pups with quantity of pregnancies, which means constantly breeding and breeding and making sure every last drop stays inside of you. He doesn't understand why humans would even want to prevent pregnancy, it's the best thing that can happen, it's the whole reason you're alive, and it's a sign that you're his. Like with most things, he knows eventually you'll come around. Once you actually have the pups there in front of you, you'll love it. He knows you will.

What kind of (nsfw) punishments would they use?

He's a little lacking on the thought process behind punishing. If he's mad, it tends to cloud his thoughts, reverting to a more animalistic state, and he's not gonna have the complex thoughts required to really think through punishment, so it's not gonna be anything complex.

Doesn't really matter, if he's mad, just fucking you is going to feel like a punishment, with him slamming you into the ground, a tree, any rough surface nearby and just rutting you, claw-like fingernails digging into your skin and teeth sinking into your shoulder to hold you in place, a hand clasped around your throat. Fucking is basically the primary outlet he chooses for his emotions, happiness, love, stress, and anger alike, a simple, primal form of expression. If he's mad, he just needs to take it out on something, release all of that force and energy into rough, brutal motions. Normally when he's angry, he'll go hunt down some animal, taking all that anger out on the kill. But, recently he's learned he actually quite prefers to release his anger this way. It's more satisfying and enjoyable, and it deters you from stepping out of line, too. It's not just your average slightly rough fucking, no, it's the kind of fucking that will genuinely hurt you, rutting you over and over until your insides are burning from friction, your walls and cervix so completely bruised and abused you'll feel the throbbing soreness with every movement for days, hands leaving massive bruises all across your hips and shoulders. Not that that's any excuse to not fuck more, no, no soreness will get you out of normal daily routine.

What body parts of their darling do they like the most?

He has a thing for breasts. They're very unique to humans, it's something he hasn't had the opportunity to see or understand, and he'll spend a lot of time just burying his face in them, licking and sucking. Big or small, doesn't matter. He just likes them.

One more nasty HC i can't not talk about

wait, you mean humans have sex... Facing each other? There are positions other than doggy? It's all he's ever seen. Porn and the internet don't exactly exist in this world. The whole concept blows his mind. He can fuck you AND see your face while he does? He'll nearly faint right then and there, and you'll regret bringing it up once you've gone numb from the repetitive pounding. He'll start asking you what else exists out there, his brain will start thinking of all the different ways to fuck he's never thought about. Once he learns you can ride him, he's in heaven, even if it's not so much riding so much as you sitting on his cock and him bouncing you up and down with such ferocity you can't even move your legs.

Speaking of things he doesn't know about, if you're smart, you make sure he doesn't find out about blowjobs. He'll love it, and it won't be a blowjob so much as him literally fucking your throat, grabbing your head and hair and just wrecking your mouth.

None of it is him trying to hurt you, really. He just doesn't understand how to be gentle. He might get better with time, but he's got a predator-born ferocity, a primal roughness that will always be a part of his nature.

(yes i did research on wolf courtship/mating rituals for this bc i suffer for my art)

#yandere x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere razor #tw: noncon #tw: dark content #yandere profile #tw: misogyny

729 notes · View notes

arcadejohn127-9 · 4 years ago

Note

Hello! :) Is it ok if i request the brothers (and the undateables if possible 👉🏻👈🏻) with a teenage MC who's not afraid to call them out whenever they do something stupid/harmful/immoral and has very high morals in general? Like, when Lucifer tried to kill Luke they were furious cause he wanted to kill a child (actually 2 but..), or (this is based the first chat with him after ch.16) when Belphie goes "come on, that's mean!1! >:(" They reply with, "hahah! Wanna know what else is mean?(◠‿◕) The fact that you literally killed me for EXISTING, and when you found out that i was your sister's descendant you were all buddy-buddy with me. You're an hypochrite(Is that how you say it??) And you're a shitty person in general, you killed a CHILD. So i think it's very clear who's the mean one here." (GSJSGSJ I'M SO SORRY THAT IT'S SO LONG AND SASSY-) or they go full on rant about CONSENT with Simeon for the angel event. They also don't really accept opinions about their morals, like:

Diavolo: *lectures them about how humans and demons are different and how things that are clearly wrong in the human world are not in the Devildom*

MC: hm... That's a very well-elaborated and and valid arguement, but something doesn't feel right so i'm gonna just stick with my previously elaborated opinion!(✿^‿^) (wich translates into "i think your opinion is bullshit but i can't exactly tell you that so i'm just gonna be polite about it.")

I think they'd be embarassed being called out by someone who's literally an infant compared to them GSJSGSJ

you can ignore it if too similar to the sassy MC! ^^ i'm sorry it's so long 🥺

While this is very similar to my previous ask, I can do something for you! Hope I was able to put your prompt into proper essence, whilst writing this I got quite heated myself as I started to think how insane it must be for MC In the game

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"I'm tired." You suddenly barked out, everyone turned their attention to you.

There was a big meeting including the student counsel and the exchange students. You were sitting at the end of the table; every second of noise was like a hammer to your self control. Your anger slowly rising higher and higher until it felt like you were suffocating in it. Satan was the first to notice; sensing the sin like it was a strong disgusting smell.

"What...? Are you really interrupting the meeting just to say you're tired?" Lucifer snarled at you.

"Oh, of course Lucifer is the one to make a rude comment, what? Annoyed I'm making my feelings known?!"

None of them understood what the sudden uproar was. All of them staring at you with wide surprised eyes. You were often one for remarks and expressing your thoughts but this was different; you've snapped. The hatred and anger in your eyes were uncomfortable. They made you look like a completely different person.

"What is the meaning of this? You're being unnecessarily angry-"

"I'M UNNECESSARILY ANGRY?! Oh ho ho~ you tried to kill Luke for being in the house! A LITERAL CHILD!"

Lucifer was stunned; freezing under your intense glare. Everyone's eyes darting over to his figure. He wanted to say more, he wanted to make you shut up. You could understand that look on his face all too well; you exactly what he wanted to say to you. But no, he couldn't possibly do it Infront of Lord Diavolo.

Your anger was only fueled more as you stood up from your seat.

"All of you are a threat! I'm a teenager, DAMNIT! How many times have I had my life put at risk because of one of you or have been threatened to be murdered or harmed - the only reason you didn't do it because you didn't want to cause issues with Diavolo or wanted me for your personal gain!"

"Do you know how meaningless that can make a person feel?! All of you are rotten, horrible beings!"

They all shared a shameful and uncomfortable look; the exchange students weren't sure if they were supposed to be in this conversation. Seeing as the focus was set on the brothers actions. Barbatos tried to warn something like this would happen but no one would take his words seriously. They expected something alot less intense.

"Come on, don't be mean-" Belphie tried to speak, keeping his tone playful as if believing that would fix it.

"You know what's mean, Belphegor? Killing a defenseless child for simply existing and then never apologizing - mind you, NO ONE HERE HAS EVER APOLOGIZED FOR THREATENING ME OR TRYING TO KILL ME - and then having the AUDACITY to be buddy buddy with me after finding out I'm related to your sister."

All the brothers expect Satan winced at your words. Their sister being a sensative topic and to hear you speak of it with such venom in your voice. They weren't sure what to do, some wanted to yell at you, others wanted to leave. But no one did anything. It felt as if they were all frozen.

Was this your magic? Was this harsh feeling of someone stepping on their chest coming from their pacts with you?

But that was just the brothers; the others were feeling a similar discomfort but they knew if they dared tried to leave it would end in chaos.

"But no, I'm mean,I'm the big meanie here who isn't being sweet and forgiving over being put into continuous danger, I'm SO sorry."

You forced a tight sarcastic smile, pretending to be upset.

"Now, let's all calm down, you have to understand - Demons and humans they just don't work the same, what is immoral to you won't be the same here, this is very different kind of society, you came here to be taught and learn to understand these other realms you were unaware of-"

It was now Diavolos turn to be utterly destroyed.

"Everything about that made me feel disgusted, so you're fine with all sorts of immoral acts? That's what you're telling me?"

The demon prince caught onto what you're implying and realized what his words meant, he quickly tried to fix his mistake but you weren't having it. Speaking over him, raising your voice as much as you could to drown him out.

"How about YOU understand MY society and my world's rules!"

"Here's the thing, your lordship, I didn't consent to be here, I didn't agree to be whisked off from my normal life and away from everything I've known, you forced me here and expected me to just deal with it - Solomon knows more about this program than me!"

"You're right, there should of been better preparation but you have to understand the differences between-"

It seems no one has learned. Your head snapped towards the older angel. You began to slowly trudge over to him.

"I'm so glad you decided to speak up, Simeon, because talking about consent, did you even know what those bangles would do to the brothers??? Did you just think it would be all fun and games to just make them angelic again despite knowing their history? None of them were okay about it and you just went ahead with it anyway - THEY WERE PRACTICALLY BRAINWASHED!"

Everyone in the room felt a sharp whiplash from your words. From one moment being furious and despising the brothers to now scolding someone who's harmed them.

"I didn't know it would be like that-!" He truely didn't, he felt awful about what they did.

"And yet you didn't seem to be in a rush to do anything about it, to me you seem to rather enjoy seeing them like that."

He couldn't say anything. He couldn't even try. Simeon just let his head drop in shame, knowing your words were true.

"Everyone here expect Solomon and Luke are innocent - Barbatos you're on thin fucking ice."

You snarled, pointing over to the butler. He didn't flinch under your gaze. Just staying composed and beside his master.

"I'm out of here." You declares, spinning on your heel and stormed out.

Luke suddenly jumped off his seat; tears streaming down his face and rushed after you. Calling out for you as he ignored Simeon's pleas.

The room was silent as everyone mewled over your words. Stunned they all got cussed out by a mere teenager and all of them knew; you were right.

466 notes · View notes

space-mermaid-writing · 3 years ago

Text

House Arrest [Reader X Loki] Chapter 7

Summary: You are Clint’s 'little' sister and actually a trained Shield agent. But you gave that up a few years ago and became a Chef, because you wanted a normal live. Then one day Natasha shows up at your door and takes you to the Avenger Tower for a while for security reasons.

Tags: Reader is an former Shield Agent, chef!reader, Reader Barton, 2012 Avenger vibes, everything is still alright, Slice of Life, Avengers Family, Loki has a good heart, still the god of mischief, Slow Burn, mention of food and cooking

Read it on AO3

Chapter 7: A Chef

It's Saturday and you've just returned from a sneaky trip to the weekly farmers market. A little later than usual, but you were able to get hold of a few partridges, which you now store in the kitchen with the other purchases. Contrary to the last times, you are not alone today, because Steve comes in the door. Judging by his outfit, he’s just in from his morning run. "Morning", he greets you. "Good morning." You're frozen in motion for a moment, but when the captain starts pouring himself a fresh orange juice, you continue slowly, hoping he wouldn't notice.

"What are you doing here so early?", Steve asks you. "Just planning dinner for the next few days." You try to sound as casual as possible. There's nothing to see here. Please move along. "Ah." He looks at the combination of bags and you in street shoes and jacket. "Have you been shopping?" You really don't want to lie and try to shrug it off. "Well, as a chef, I have to take care of my ingredients." "I thought you were under personal protection here because of Hydra." Shit. You try to escape forward and snort softly. "Steve, I'm a grown woman and I was trained by Shield. I'll be able to make it to the weekly market on my own!" The captain frowns. He's seen right through you, and he's just thinking about whether to report you or stay out of it. After all, it's your own business. Finally, with a shrug, he takes his juice and turns to leave. "Tony's not going to like this..." "What’s Tony not gonna like?", asks the very same walking through the door. You were just about breathing a sigh of relief, but now your heart falls down. Double shit. Why was everyone up so early today? Steve gives you a quick glance before leaving. He doesn't snitch on you, but he probably expects you to tell the billionaire yourself.

You do it reluctantly, since there was no point in denying it anymore. An argument ensues between you and Tony, during which you both get quite loud and attract some of the other Avengers. It's not hard for Tony to guess that Loki had a hand in this too, though you do your best to keep him out of it.

"I still have a couple of Loki's bracelets, by the way. Maybe you should wear them, too", Tony snaps at some point during the discussion. "Don't you dare", Clint interjects, who had been standing on the sidelines with his arms crossed for the last few minutes. "Of course you're on her side." "She's my sister! Besides, she hasn't done anything wrong." "Exactly!", you agree angrily.

It goes back and forth a bit more, until you've had enough and stomp off, loudly slamming the door behind you. You don't care that this only comes across as moderately adult, you just have to vent your frustration and anger somehow.

"Great job", Clint comments, leaving the kitchen as well. Tony sighs. "Sure, I'm the bad guy here." He rubs his temples, then walks through the open door into the dining room, where a few of the others are sitting and had overheard the argument from a safe distance. "You guys have been a really good help." They merely shrug.

You made a decision: you would show everyone. To do that, you go back to the kitchen and have Jarvis lock it. Then you start cooking. But not as usual one but seven totally different dishes. One for each guest later.

It doesn't take that long until someone tries to open the door and is surprised, because normally the kitchen is never locked. The person knocks, first cautiously, but because you don’t react, then vehemently. Until you open the door annoyed, give them a bag of chips and close it again with a 'The kitchen is not open yet'. You instruct Jarvis to turn away anyone who bothers you again .

That way you have your peace and can concentrate on your work. It's taking longer than usual today. You have dozens of things to coordinate and schedule. The kitchen itself is well equipped, but of course it's not the size of a restaurant and the space on the stove is limited. Luckily, though, at least you have all the ingredients you need on hand, or can at least improvise them somehow.

Finally, you turn off the last burner and take a breath. It's all arranged, beautifully draped on large, white plates whose rims you wipe again with a clean kitchen towel. "Jarvis, unlock the doors and call everyone, please. No exceptions!" "Very well, Miss Barton."

Meanwhile, you arrange the dining table accurately with a white tablecloth and silverware. Just as you finish, the first people appear. "Well, have we calmed down?", asks Tony, but his tone is far from biting. Your gaze remains cool, and you keep the same manners as you do at work when you don't tolerate backtalk in your kitchen. "Sit down." You wait a moment until everyone has arrived. "So first, let me get one thing straight”, you begin. "I didn't ask to be here. I'm a chef. I left being an agent years ago to live a relatively normal life. I learned to go into the woods early in the morning and tell russula from oyster mushroom. And I loved it. Life here is the complete opposite of that. But anyway. I'm a chef, and so far you've only gotten a hint of what I can do with the right ingredients." "Those are pretty big words”, Tony replies, arms crossed. You catch a look from your brother, who looks like he's having a good time. He also knows your skills.

The first plate you bring from the kitchen goes to the scientist who, fortunately, is not quite that green today. "Bruce, for you I have a walleye in rosemary and lavender, a very soothing note. To go with it, a mousse of nutmeg and mustard seed. I recommend a 2009 white wine from Portugal." You pour him half a glass while the rest watch you in silence.

Then you get the next dish, which you put in front of Natasha with another explanation. This is how it goes in turn. After the last plate, you stop at the head and wish everyone a bon appétit. Hesitantly, they reach for the silverware. But you don't wait for the first reactions, instead you go back to the kitchen, where one last dish is waiting for you. You place it on a tray and take it up one floor, where you knock on Loki's door at the end of the hallway. "I'm bringing food.“ You smile as he opens and walk past him inside. You place the tray in its usual spot on the table. "I wanted to thank you." "For what?" Loki, who has followed you, looks at you questioningly. "For your company and your help here. Thor told me about your favorite food in Asgard and brought me some ingredients from there. I hope I prepared it properly." Surprised, Loki looks from you to the dish and back again. "Please, try it“, you urge him, determined not to leave this time until you've even seen a reaction from him to your food. So you sit down at the empty seat across from him.

Loki hesitates briefly, but then takes a seat as well and reaches for the fork. You watch him curiously. Not only have you never cooked this dish before, you hadn't even heard of its ingredients. And it’s important to you that he likes it.

Loki gives you a quick glance and then takes a bite. His eyes widen and he lets out an approving sound. "This is wonderful", he murmurs, already taking another bite. You smile, pleased with your work, and get up to leave him alone, but his voice stops you. "Stay, please. This meal needs company." You nod and sit down again. "Thor brought you the ingredients?", he asks. "Yes, and he supplied me with a the Asgardian recipe. You were right, I really could read it without a problem." Loki has to grin. "I haven't eaten this in ages." "You've been on Earth for quite a while, haven't you?" "Time is relative." "That's right. You guys are getting a lot older, after all." The Asgardian nods. "We used to have a cook who made that dish regularly. It was one of his best. But at some point he retired and his replacement tended to cook different meals. I only got this one by request", he explains. "Then I'm happy I made it."

You talk some more while Loki eats. He tells you a little about Asgard and you learn more than you have in the past weeks together. It's as if your food loosens his tongue. You would have thought that the thought of his home would make him sad or perhaps angry, but there is no trace of that. He jokes with you and you laugh together as he tells you about a particularly funny prank he and Thor did as children.

Finally, the plate is empty and he sets the fork aside. "That was nice", Loki says with a smile and takes your hands, kiss gently your knuckles. You blush slightly, but try to cover it up. "We can do it again sometime, dear prince." "The food?" "Not only", you reply, meaning the conversation as well, not noticing Loki's broad grin while you pick up the tray. He walks you to the door. "I owe you, my lady." "You really don't", you smile in farewell and head back to the kitchen.

Next door, the other Avengers are still sitting at the table, but the dishes have been finished and they seem to be waiting for you. At least they look toward you as you enter. "Take a seat“, Clint tells you. That you do. "How did you like it?", you ask innocent. Silence is the first response, Tony provides the second. "Well, we agree that under certain circumstances we’ll allow you free access into the city. Satisfied, you lean back, but outwardly keep your poker face. "Was there anything wrong with the food?" Silence again until Clint demonstratively clears his throat and looks at Tony. "I think once a week with an escort or a trackin-" "Hydra would love to get their hands on each and every one of you", you interrupt him. "And yet you guys are free to leave. What makes you different from me?" "Lady Barton, all due respect," Thor now speaks up. "we are trained warriors who already have plenty of experience fighting a Hydra and its spawn." You narrow your brows. "I am also a trained agent. I'm very precise with knives, and I'm also very good at mixing undetectable poisons into food. It doesn't matter if they're meant to work quickly, stealthily or agonizingly. If any of you volunteer, I'd be happy to demonstrate." "I think she’s got a point", Natasha interjects. "Thank you."

Another discussion ensues, with most of the others now having something to say on the subject. In your opinion, other than your brother and maybe Natasha, no one here had a personal reason to be concerned about your well-being. Shield sees only the danger that you might leak internal information. Ironically, you've gained a lot more of that since you've been living here.

"Okay!", you finally relent a little. "I'm willing to take Clint along as an escort, if that makes you feel better. But if he's not available, I won't be shy about going anyway." This is a proposal everyone is kinda okay with. Pleased with yourself and quite hungry, you clear the table and then take portion from the leftover pots. And since you think you've won a small victory, you pour yourself a glass of Tonys expensive wine to go with it.

42 notes · View notes

balmasedas · 4 years ago

Text

desperado / druglord!javier peña au.

chapter one.

summary: reader is a dea agent. violence has arisen in the streets of colombia and she's determined to bring javier peña to justice. things take an abrupt turn when, instead of her finding him, he finds her and realizes they got much more interest in each other than just drug-related topics.

warnings: only +18. overall, this is smut so smutty. canon violence. detailed warnings in every chapter. spanish traductions are in the notes, though for the sake of non-spanish speakers, spanish dialogues will be minimal and not relevant to the plot.

word count: 2.5k.

You throw your sweater in the backseat of your car before exiting it. In the morning, you had dug through your boxed-up winter clothes after shivering in your shirt-sleeves as soon as you got out of your department. Now, the temperature has risen to the seventies and you give yourself a clap in the back for deciding to wear something decent underneath. Spring in Colombia is a nightmare.

The crime scene is packed with local police and DEA agents. There are no civilian spectators this time, they know better than sticking their noses in the Medellin's cartel businesses.

Upon your arrival, you don’t need to identify yourself to the uniformed men guarding the perimeter. They know you well by then. You are the only female in the team that has to deal with these kinds of situations —gruesome, gut-churning, dirty shit. Not a very much "lady-like" job, some would express. For that, you have earned yourself the title of a gritty woman. Maybe because you were gritty, maybe because you were a woman.

Sometimes, though, you find yourself wondering why you turned down some run-of-the-mill desk job back in Virginia. It would’ve been a dull routine, for sure — hideous, even; but gossiping about some flash romance between two co-workers is less taxing than having to witness five rotting corpses at first daylight.

"Jesus Christ," you lift your sunglasses to your head. Your partner, esteemed, weary agent Steve Murphy, turns around at the sound of your voice.

“You’re up early.” he asserts, with a raised eyebrow.

You purse your lips. “Had a bad night. Ran out of whisky at one am.”

Not even Hugo, or Hughie for his gringo friends, could help you. You forgot that his daughter would be celebrating her birthday and his all-night store would be closed until the next morning. Normally, you would own an arsenal of alcohol, but it has been an abnormal week and a hell of a night —starting with the spiral of violence that has arisen in the streets of Medellin.

"Well, look at the bright side: your stomach is empty," Murphy mumbles.

Looking at the bodies in front of you, you can’t agree more: their hands are tied-up to the oxidated wire behind them, hanging by their arms. They are barefoot and scantily clad. There is a visible gunshot wound in all of their front heads, some flies are already hovering around the open flesh. A quick death to eternal torture, you suppose.

"When did you get the call?" you inquire.

He fiddles with his wristwatch. "About two hours ago." you only hum in response, keeping your eyes in front of you and paying no mind to Steve who only grows impatient at your silence. "You think this was Peña's job?" he adds.

You nod in denial. "If it was, it doesn't make sense." Not one bit. "Peña works underground, quiet, like a sneaky rat. I'd even say they're more well-behaved than most cartels. So why do this?"

Why such a declaration of violence? Why draw even more attention from the authorities?

"Maybe he decided to toughen his punishments?” You scoff at his remark.

“He can do that without half the city knowing it. A ditch is much more subtle than a monument to death blocks from the US embassy.”

Murphy smirks. “Seems that you have given it a thought before, Sarchie.” you narrow your eyes. He knows you hate that nickname. Your tendencies to boss him around had brought you consequences: the unofficial title of a Sargeant. Sarchie, shortened and friendly.

“Killing someone? Yes, you. Multiple times a day.” you put your sunglasses back on and walk away. The forensic police won’t be there until the next half hour, at least, and you are too disquiet to wait around. Plus, your stomach is growling, but Steve doesn’t need to know that. “We’re gonna need their names, I’ll see what I can find. You have a little chat with the coroner and see if they can speed up the autopsy. The sooner the better, ok?” you spot the smirk on his face. You know what he’s thinking. You shut your car's door and point a finger at him through the window. A clear warning sign in your eyes. “Shut the fuck up and do it.”

(,,,)

Happy hour. You give up on the investigation and stop off at ‘Chiquita’, a popular local bar near your place. The prices are cheap, the drinks aren’t that good but they do the job. The place is crowded — hot couples with wet, glowing skin grinding against each other. Happy or horny or both. You take a mental note to have some fun later.

As you sip at your bourbon and crack your peanuts, you let yourself dwell on what you found out about your case. You finally got the names of your five guys. For that, much research wasn’t needed: All of them had their IDs in their pockets and they were exactly who you feared they were: no ones. No ties to any big names, no official involvement in any cartel — at the most, a few minor possession charges. As for weeks, your few clues have led to nowhere and the enigma surrounding the Medellin cartel seems to worsen with every minute that passes by.

You hate mysteries. Colombia’s full of them.

You take your second bourbon in one smooth shot and ask for another. You grab a colombian peso from your wallet and slide it across the wood. Your eyes stop at the picture of your parents that you carry around. It’s tiny and worn, just like your relationship with them. They haven’t heard from you in weeks, a fair deal, if anyone asked. They don’t have to deal with their fucked up daughter and you can focus on your work filled with dead ends and a ghost that haunts you while you’re awake: Javier Peña.

“¹Qué tomas, preciosa?” a velvety voice caresses your ears. A pleasant smile breaks quietly over your lips. Just in time.

You turn your head to the side. The stranger, with chocolate-skin and inviting eyes, is waiting for an answer. You tap your fingers against the glass.

"Bourbon," you say. "²Pero no me vendría mal un trago más." he grins and holds up two fingers to the barman. He sits at the empty seat beside you, he’s exuberating confidence. He’s offered you the bait and you'd taken it.

"³Algo más que se te ofrezca?"

You look him in the eyes. You know how the story goes from there. It isn’t any different than the one from last night, or the night before. As an apex predator, he's out for something to satisfy his hunger. He won't go home without reaching his goal and you're desperate enough to let him.

"⁴Sí. Hay algo más que puedes hacer por mi."

(,,,)

The fucking cat on the window has been staring straight into your eyes for the last fifteen minutes. Matias, the guy you've met hours before, is too focused on you to notice the awkward presence of the animal, so you don't bother shooing it away.

He's enjoying himself, pounding into you in a symphony of lust bites and moans. But the sound of skin on skin doesn't match the intensity of your passion for this encounter.

It's not that his performance was terrible, it was just... soft. So soft, too soft. From the sweet nothings, he gasps on your ear to the gentleness of his grip on your hip.

You aren't a sweet girl. If you were sweet, you wouldn't have traveled all the way down to Colombia to participate in the war on drugs. If you were fond of delicateness, you would've stayed inside and touched yourself to a Cristina Peri Rossi novel instead of searching for strangers at bars.

You don't like to believe you are a special case. On the contrary, you assume your attitude is the rule and not the exception. Not a hell of a woman, but a woman made of hell – waking up already worried about the hours ahead of you. How could you not? Your life is as wide and empty as the sky. Unstable, unpredictable. Anything can happen. A good meaningless fuck is the only moment you allow yourself to feel something — someone. By then, the detachment that gets you through the day disappears and raw feral emotion takes its place.

You are addicted. It's like a drug, but worse. Drugs don't have feelings, people do.

You’d grabbed Matias' hand and wrapped it around your neck a few times but your request had been ignored; you’d even pushed his ass against your body so you could get closer to a feral touch, but he had insisted on something more caring and delicate.

And delicacy just won't do.

So, after a few tries, you give up. You lay still, under his heating body, dead eyes directed at your window. No emotion whatsoever, no release. Like a numb, stiff sex doll, rooting for his satisfaction. Forgotten until next time.

“⁵Donde?” he blurts in your ear. You evaluate your options quickly.

“⁶Adentro.” Any other place would demandsñ more attention. By then, he would be aware of your passivity and asking too many questions. You don't answer questions, you make them.

His body tenses and trembles. You feel heat dripping between your legs but it doesn't come from you. He leaves a few small pecks on your neck — thankfully, the last ones for the night. Matias breathes over you for a few seconds before he gets off. You stare at the roof in silence, and when he asks if you finished, you simply nod.

You can't grasp what he says under his breath after you ask him, as nice as possible, to leave. What he does or doesn't vocalize, it doesn't matter. You won't be repeating with him. You never fucked the same person twice.

Once you hear the front door shut, still resting on your bare skin, you lit a cigarette. The room is void of artificial light, and the cat is still in the same place, with his silhouette contoured by the gleam of the moon.

"Sneaky bastard." you chuckle, then get up from the bed and slowly approach it.

You stop at the wooded frame of the window, maintaining your distance. Not too close to scare him or him to scare you. He isn't a friendly guy. He isn't even yours — just a grumpy cat that stops by your department too often demanding some food. You tried to get him to come inside before, but all you had won from your offers were a couple of scratches. Nonetheless, the cat has seen more of you than many people have. So, even though you renegade from him, you found yourself inevitably attached. He's the closest thing to a family, after Murphy, of course. But Murphy hasn't seen you on your worst, yet.

"Hope you see the same shit I see." you grimace and shake your head. "Not like that, I mean... I should choose better who to fuck with. And they should choose better too." the cat remains silent –obviously– and you keep talking. "You could make yourself useful and spook them away before I have to." he meows, you roll your eyes and decide to leave him alone. "Then again, I could do it myself if I told them I hold long conversations with the stray cat that lives in my window."

You choose to take a bath and call it a night. You glide through the living room, though before you can reach the bathroom something stops you. There's a noise outside, some glass breaking down on the streets. You can ignore it, conflict isn't a foreign subject in Colombia, especially at late hours. But then it repeats itself a second time, and the third bugs you too much for you not to grab your night robe and take a look at it from your window.

The only light pole is out of order; there's not a soul in sight; music can be heard from afar. You see nothing out of place until you do.

Your car is parked across the street. All four windows have been smashed, the tires are flat. You barely waste time cursing before you flee out of your place. You thought the night couldn’t get worse but the world has a disturbing obsession with testing your patience.

Once you take a step outside and approach your damaged car, you’re not sure where your chills are coming from. Perhaps, because of the unfriendly weather or maybe because you’re suddenly aware of how idiotic was your decision to go outside.

Everything inside your vehicle is left untouched. There weren't objects of value anyways. You find no logical reason for someone wanting to wreck a car just because —yours, of them all.

Big red warning signs color your mind. Your eyes scan your surroundings with speed. It's a dark, lonely dessert. You're now sure that what happened isn't some random event. The victim could've been to another person, but you weren't just another person.

"⁷Discúlpeme, señorita." a voice throws yourself far from the source. You reach for your gun just to find nothing there. Damn you. "⁸Está bien?" you look at the man. An old man that, at first glance, doesn't represent a threat. His voice is gentle, his voice is tinted with a caring voice. You lower your defenses, just a bit, not enough to stay around.

"⁹Sí." you mutter.

Slowly, you walk back to your apartment. Old man glues his eyes to your form and you don't take your own off from his'. Before reaching the sidewalk, you trip with something. Your back collides against a car and you're ready to apologize when the owner exits it there’s not a sign of rage in his face. On the contrary, his stare is blank and his mouth doesn’t even twitch.

Bad news.

You intend to run, but another guy blocks your passage and two more appear at each side of you. You turn over to ask the old man for help, but he’s gone along with your last piece of hope. Can’t blame him, you would’ve escaped too if you had the chance. However, you can’t and the smartest thing to do is acknowledge it and work from it.

You stay still thinking it will persuade them to opt for gentle treatment.

How naive of you.

A set of fingers dig into your arms, another one grabs you by the neck and lowers your head as they drag you into their car. Guarded by two of them who sit at your sides, a dark cloth bag is placed over your head and your wrists are restricted with a zip tie.

All you have left now is your hearing, you pick up a few things: the engine roaring, the tires burning on the asphalt as you speed off, some spanish words thrown in the air. Nothing substantial, nothing of use.

You sit in silence and wait for the worst.

#my work #javier peña #javier pena #narcos #pedro pascal #pedro pascal imagine #javier peña imagine #javier pena imagine #javier peña one shot #javier pena one shot #pedro pascal smut #javier peña smut #javier pena smut #pedro balmaceda pascal

135 notes · View notes

cienie-isengardu · 3 years ago

Note

There is one thing that you mention a lot and it is Bi-Han's lack of social skills and well I do not agree at all, that is, Bi-Han as with Sektor is quite introverted but I do believe that the Lin kuei taught them social skills to be able to infiltrate them among the people during missions. Bi-Han I think he has manners and social skills but he doesn't hide when he doesn't like someone. He was sarcastic with Quan chi but at no time did he insult him or refuse to do his job

I do not have any doubt that Bi-Han’s speech patterns depend on whom he is interacting (x) but as much as honesty and straightforwardness are in itself valuable traits, frankness is not always an acceptable choice to rely on. Having social skills helps to navigate how to behave and talk to different people to not overstep or break generally accepted norms and in result, to build a healthy relationship, or in case of living in a strict warrior society, to not get in trouble. Bi-Han for me lacks in this department, especially in mentioned interaction with Quan Chi, because he was not on equal ground with the sorcerer yet had this borderline challenging attitude. And most likely yes, some of the rudeness came from not liking nor respecting the suspicious guy that already proved to be some insidious bastard for hiring another man for the same job. But the thing is, he wasn’t there to question a lucrative customer that was personally approved by the Grandmaster and he should keep his accusations and rude remarks to himself, not throw it into the sorcerer's face just like that.

I mean, as much as dark and evil Lin Kuei are, customer service is a vital part of the earning money process. Bi-Han wasn’t there as equal to Grandmaster (the superior whom he swore to obey) nor Quan Chi (approved client). Between these three characters, Sub-Zero was just a tool to finish an already made transaction, no one was interested in what he thought or felt at that moment. As much as the accusation to some degree may be forgiven, since Quan Chi openly antagonized Sub-Zero by calling Lin Kuei the ninja (an intended insult) and admitted to hiring Shiray Ryu (the enemy of Lin Kuei), he shouldn’t be so aggressive nor so open. It toned down once Grandmaster stopped their argument. Even then, Bi-Han could - should - ask about the mission in a more polite or at least neutral way, instead of “If it's so precious, why don't you get it yourself?”, since his superior made it clear Sub-Zero is gonna do another job for the client (“Now you will use the map on your next mission. Quan Chi has once again retained your services”).

The whole situation feel to me like Grandmaster promised Quan Chi the best man for the job but said man had this “fuck you” attitude from the start. Sub-Zero represented Lin Kuei but instead of the professional and obedient subordinate of Grandmaster there was an abrasive warrior who called Quan Chi on his lies and backed down only because his boss had enough of his attitude and the pointless argument. Not the best social awareness if you ask me.

Bi-Han wasn’t any more polite to Raiden (“That's it? Not even a thank you?”) and either deliberately provoked Scorpion during the Tournament or he was simply brutally honest about not caring about Shirai Ryu’s fate. Which, considering what he knew about the massacre, Scorpion’s obsession about him and just heard Hanzo’s promise to not kill him, he was stubbornly arrogant or really lacked empathy or good understanding of emotional impact his words may have on his sworn enemy. Considering how Bi-Han is described as “the most cunning” above all, we know he is pretty intelligent. But his harsh, abrasive, often confrontational behaviour makes me think he is good with cold logic, not exactly with empathy and because of that, he is not always reading the situation well and may “forget his place” when dealing with people he does not respect or care about or outright provoke them in the worst way. The whole argument with Quan Chi in the first place shouldn’t even happen because really, it wouldn’t be the first time an outsider (client) didn't care about the assassin's life and saw him as just a tool. Grandmaster himself wasn’t bothered nor surprised by Quan Chi’s deal with Shirai Ryu and so Bi-Han’s outburst is even more out of place in my opinion.

How much of this is Bi-Han’s intention to be a rude bastard and how much came from limited social skills (and maybe from introverted nature?) is of course up to debate. But to be fair, all cryomancers have this cheeky and passive-aggressive attitude in common (Frost for example seems like being constantly angry at everyone and doesn’t hold her sharp tongue, younger Kuai Liang literally disturbed Mortal Kombat last Tournament and told Shao Kahn to give him murderer of brother, Conquest!Sub-Zero was no less stubborn and asocial). I do see cryomancers in general as the asocial, aromantic & asexual (maybe even autistic to some degree?) people whose natural coldness may have handicapped sense of social norms and the fact that they are trained killers (thus have empathy dulled even more) don’t help at all.

At the same time, I strongly believe that not every warrior was constantly or even often working undercover and Lin Kuei used its members adequately to their skills. Some are better at spying (thus are better at interacting with people to get the needed information), some are better killers (whose interaction with people doesn't matter as long as the job is finished). There is not enough source material to say for sure what was Bi-Han’s specialization but Mythologies: Sub-Zero strongly suggest is was actually assassination and theft, as we were told by Grandmaster (“Once again, our most cunning assassin and thief is successful.”). The known jobs he did involved breaking into heavily guarded places (Shaolin Temple, Temple of Elements) to steal artifacts and killing people on the way. There was no need for Bi-Han to have any social skills nor during the Mortal Kombat Tournament, when he was hired exactly to eliminate (kill) Earthrealm’s Champions. Of course, this is barely the tip of the iceberg, more or less the last year of Bi-Han’s life, but if he truly was one of the clan's best, sending him on long-term undercover missions could be a waste of an opportunity for profitable earnings. I mean, stealing and killing are usually short-termed jobs, the “go in and get out” as fast as possible to not leave any trace behind. Those jobs of course also take time for proper preparation but because of its specific nature, a warrior can be sent from one place to another almost immediately, especially if the lucrative customer (like Shang Tsung or Quan Chi) needs to solve an urgent problems quickly. The game and movies are separated sources, but Mortal Kombat (2021) seems too put Bi-Han mainly on the assassination jobs or staying at Shang Tsung’s side than anything truly involding good understanding of social ettiquete; beside the sorcerer, Bi-Han did not interact much with other people, even with his own allies. Then there is the possibility that Bi-Han could work ultimately more in lawless, wild Outworld than modern Earthrealm which also would affect his behaviour and sense of social norms.

I believe Bi-Han took some undercover missions, but I see him more like operating in the city to do some quick dirty jobs and moving to another target than staying in one place for months while playing “normal” human being. That way he was more useful to clan by earning good money in short period of time and maybe correcting faults of other warriors (supervising them) or killing Shirai Ruy / enemy’s agents along the way. He probably could fit into society for a specified period of time if that was absolutely necessary but I don’t think it happened often. And even then, he most likely kept to himself because Bi-Han is introverted by nature.

At the end of day, the coldness and social detachment was a useful trait for a killer and murdering was most likely Sub-Zero’s expertise so forcing him to spend months on anything else seems to me like wasting both his potential and good job offers. So the Grandmaster (Lin Kuei) could tolerate Sub-Zero’s natural frankness because his social skills weren’t ever the priority.

Bi-Han’s abrasive ways to communicate with others, lack of empathy, the visible isolating himself leads me to think he lacks social skills (and maybe even could fit somewhere on autistic spectrum). At this point of time, I think cryomancers in general are dense when it comes to social norms and interacting with people and I don’t mean it as they are stupid or unable to learn. They just have different (mental?) mindset about such things than other people, even other Lin Kuei warriors. Of course, it is just my take on the matter so anyone can disagree : )

(Ironically, I have the impression that Sektor would do better in long-term undercover work than Bi-Han but he is hardly better at pretending to be a normal human being. The difference is that he is the quiet type easy to overlook while anyone not familiar with Bi-Han's specific behaviour will see him as the rude bastard.)

#mortal kombat #my replies #bi han #sub zero #sektor #lin kuei #cryomancers #are in my mind the asocial aromantic asexual group that has zero social skills #which is why they seems to be the angry rude bastards with no will to change in that matter #you can rip this headcanon #from my cold dead hands #also lately more and more i wonder if Bi-Han (and Sektor for that matter) is not autistic to some degree #with the visible isolating himself and bad communication skills #ramblings #anyway i think there is not enough sources to tell for sure if bi han is just a rude bastard or just bad at talking to other people

29 notes · View notes

the-paris-of-people · 3 years ago

Note

Hi. This is really not a question but more of a rant. A really really long one. I apologize in advance. I honestly care waaaaayyyy too much about this show than I should. Clearly too bored🙈.

After reading people's comments on this show and the ships, there are so many things that irk me and I thought I'd share even if I might get crap for it. So here goes:

1. "Ben only wants Devi when she is with Paxton." I.e. it's about Paxton. Lol people are funny. As though Ben thinks he can compete with Paxton on a social level. He's not stupid, he knows full well he can't. It's about Devi and in part her obsession with Paxton. People don't like thinking about things from Ben's perspective because they just don't like him. He's the one that finds out Devi is cheating, she runs after Paxton at the party ( now granted before she runs out, she's intensely staring at Ben and then realises Paxton is leaving but Ben's not gonna remember that) and she was busy chumming it up with Paxton in episode 3 in front of Ben with absolute disregard for him. So his natural defence is to guard himself and have his walls go up. It is a valid response. He burries his pain (exactly what Samberg said). And does not let his guard down around her romantically until episode 10 when Paxton literally rejects her at school. At the school dance, sparks are flying between those 2. Is Paxton around at the time...Uhm no (I'll get into the whole Aneesa thing). In his mind Paxton is out of the picture and it's like he can almost trust her again. And then when Paxton shows up with Devi, he basically feels like a fool for ever thinking that he was ever something more than 2nd best or sometimes anything at all ( especially considering Devi still wants Paxton after Devi and Paxton's last public interaction that Ben witnessed- I mean he does not get to see the shit behind closed doors). But then when Eleanor spills the tea, that look on his face is disbelief, yes a little bit of jealousy but overwhelmingly heartbreak. He is essentially watching the chance he never knew he had go away. Now you could argue that he should have known that she wanted him back but she broke his trust and does not explicitly say, " I want you back". Ben's not trying to get burnt again based on some assumption/hunch. He has been wrong before.

2. "How dare Ben be upset that Devi is with Paxton when he is with Aneesa". Fair point. Just like how dare Devi be upset and lose her shit over Ben and Aneesa. But yet it still happend. Devi gets 5 episodes allowing her to be upset and Ben can't even have one moment when a firkken bomb gets dropped on him.

Aneesa and Ben should have never date. Everyone knows that. He was never over Devi. He just pushed those feelings down to make him believe he was over her. I obviously don't agree with this. Aneesa doesn't deserve that. Ben needs to go to therapy. He needs an outlet. He is similar to Devi in that he doesn't want to process what happened and would rather move on and react. However, his reactions are far less impulsive/severe as Devi's. Him dating Aneesa is unfortunately a reaction. He didn't give himself time to really process how he feels. People say he dated Aneesa solely to spite Devi which is not true. Is there an element of " you never wanted me but someone else does"... absolutely but Aneesa is also very kind to Ben, they get along really well and she puts him first. Technically what's not to like. I mean if it was just to spite Devi, could he have not tried to hustle his way back in with Shira?? Problem is that dumb dumb didn't work through his Devi feelings and let's just be honest, the same spark and chemistry he has with Devi, is missing with Aneesa. It often feels forced, especially in regards to the pace of the relationship. I so wished Aneesa remained friends with Ben. That's what he needed...not another relationship.

3. "Aneesa is so amazing, she doesn't deserve to get hurt." I agree. She absolutely doesn't deserve to get hurt just like Ben and Paxton didn't deserve that crap Devi pulled. I think Aneesa is a great addition and I like that Devi has someone within her community to connect to. I'm South Asian myself and I genuinely value this aspect of my own life. I mean she is pretty great, kind and the anorexia rumour Devi unintentionally started was pretty heartbreaking. That scene where she talks to Devi at the relay about it, is so sad (especially coz we as viewers know Devi messed up). Now that being said is Aneesa also low key shady? YES. And it's not because she dated her friend's ex. It's because she started dating him knowing that Devi started the rumour about her because she was jealous about Ben and her. How does she think Devi would go from being so jealous that she starts a rumour, to the next week becoming their biggest "Stan". Come on girl. But there was no way Devi could say no after the crap she pulled with Aneesa. Ben did ask her out so if there is blame, he absolutely gets it too but he didn't know why Devi started that rumour (based on his surprised AF face when Eleanor spills the tea). Which leads me to my next question. Why didn't Aneesa tell him? Aneesa said Ben was supporting her through the rumour. She probably told him Devi started the rumour but didn't tell him why? That is odd? Clearly if Ben had known, he may changed his perspective on Devi actually wanting him instead of ignoring his feelings.

Lastly Aneesa knows there are unresolved feelings between Devi and Ben. This is evident from that dance scene. She literally runs to cut in their pretty intense conversation. Like why you running girl? I didn't think much of it at first but coupled with another moment, it makes a lot of sense. When Ben agrees to dance with Aneesa, he looks back at Devi and lingers and Aneesa picks up on this and pulls him away. It's a blink and you will miss it moment but it is there.

Now all of this doesn't mean she needs to get hurt but they probably need to break up. Ben needs to be single for a while and work through how he feels about Devi, Aneesa and most importantly himself. Whilst I don't particularly enjoy their relationship, you never get to see it from either of their perspectives. Maybe that could change things but honestly I just prefer Ben and Devi.

Also can everyone stop acting like Ben is dating Devi's best friend. Being brown doesn't make you automatically best friends and Ben and Devi met Aneesa the same week. People are acting like he is dating Eleanor.

4. "Devi chose Paxton". Please! The only thought through decision that girl made in regards to these 2 boys is when she chose herself and decided not to be Paxton's little secret. I mean in episode 1 and 2 she can't decide so she dates both. In episode 3, she interacts with Paxton because of the whole tutoring thing. He says they don't makes sense. While she seems a bit sad she doesn't seem too upset like she is season 1 and she isn't looking for any opportunity to spend time with him (unlike season 1). Episode 4,5,6,7 and 8 she is losing her mind over Ben. Half way through 8 she knows she has no choice but to let him go. But even after that she doesn't pursue Paxton. He does that at the end of episode 9 when in all honesty she hasn't really thought about him in a while. Then of course Paxton does what he does and she finally choose herself, issuing an ultimatum essentially. Paxton does eventually show up...but it's a choice by default. She just yo-yo's between them. She also needs to be single, deal with her loss, love herself and think about what she wants.

5. "Devi loves Paxton". Sure bud. Does have Devi have feeling for Paxton? Duh! But is it love. Nope. People like to confuse infatuation for love. She has been infatuated with this boy this the 3rd (she knew squat about him). When her dad died, she turns that infatuation into an obsession. It like becomes a full time hobby in season 1. She ruins relationships over it. In season 2 you can argue there is more depth to it and Paxton does grow in Season 2. But somehow she is still fixated on the fact that it's Paxton Hall-Yoshida. I mean she smells him (totally normal), Mc Enroe's comment at the relay was, "did this hunk of beef just say he likes spending time with her", when she breaks up him she says , "you are very good at kissing" not possibly any of his other good qualities. And at the end she says , "I guess I'm Paxton Hall Yoshida's girlfriend now". This boy is so far up a pedestal that if he fell of it, he'd break something. Now granted if he fell of it in Season 1, he'd be dead. So progress I guess...

Maybe the relationship will change in Season 3 and she genuinely falls in love with him. I mean Id be sad but obviously a real possibility. But also that relationship needs to move on from being just the "Paxton project" which it was basically all of season 2. Maybe actually talk about her every once in a while.

Also people who find the ending so amazing because he shows up...bare minimum bro. I understand his perspective, how does it look to go back with someone who cheated on you. Fair point 💯. However she didn't start this shit up again. He did. He liked her so much that he had to make out with her In the middle of the night out of the blue but not enough to respect her publically. That's some BS right there. If he started it, he should have thought it through instead of guilt tripping her. But he is a teenager and ALL of them make incredibly stupid decisions (we all have). Devi messed up big time too and she apologized. The same compassion must extend to him but in no way is it a grand gesture, it's the bare minimum...like her apologies

6. "Paxton forgave Devi forgave Devi so quickly whilst Ben didn't and was so mean". He did forgive her pretty quickly. Good for him. However let's not act like circumstance didn't carve the way for that. They were pushed together because of the whole tutoring thing and he knows that they have to see each other all the time. So logically just makes sense to keep the peace. But still mature oh his part. Also he wasn't as emotionally invested as Ben. Did he have feelings? Yes. However, based on his inner monologue (Gigi Hadid) his ego took more of a hit because how could Devi, the "weirdest girl" he ever liked two time him with Ben Gross. Did his feelings deepen by the end? Yes. But at the start...it isn't that deep.

Also it's great and all that he "forgave" her so quickly but he sure did like bringing it up a lot. Like at the relay guilting her, upset at the end of 6 because he failed...I mean wtf girl you owe me- I don't really care what else is going on in your life, again in episode 8 in the car and finally we all know the mess that is episode 10.

In regards to Ben. His anger is justified for reasons stated in point 1. In fact his reaction seems more real because he is deeply hurt by Devi. Do I like some of his reaction (i.e. nose piercing-will discuss this further) ...nope but she only sincerely apologises to him in episode 8 vs 3 for Paxton. He accepts it. People acting like they would be so calm and chill about being cheated on. And yes he did cheat on Shira. He tries to kiss Devi at party twice but apologises that day and the following week. He doesn't try anything with Devi the whole of episode 10 until she kisses him. He acknowledges that it was wrong and immediately breaks up with Shira. Although cheating is not something we should condone can we actually acknowledge that Shira was the worst and doesn't even remember Ben's name. Compare that to Devi's premeditated cheating. Her Eleanor are literally laughing at how amazing they are for pulling it off and Devi didn't care about either of their feelings cause she was going to be India. Sorry but that is far worse. She also thinks she can bullshit her apology with Ben. He isn't here for that...which is fine! He kept trying his level best to avoid her but even that she wouldn't let him do.

7. "Ben is Horrible". Has Ben done some shitty things. Absolutely. People complain that he has never apologised for anything. Fair enough. He needs to apologize for the UN comment and the psychosomatic comment. It was incredibly hurtful. However, no one does call him out of it. Now you could argue he should just do it. Please... have you watched these particular set of teenagers? None of them apologise without being called out on it first(except maybe Fabiola). And you only get called out my your support system ... which Ben does not have. He practically looks like he raised himself. He doesn't have parents to put him back in line or a sister to call him out on his shit. Devi has her mom, cousin, grandmum , Elanor, Fabiola and her therapist. Does she ever listen to them the first time? Nope. And her first time apologies are such messes. She only gets it right the 2nd or 3rd time. All of them have some form of support but not really him. And it is heartbreaking. It's why I genuinely believe he needs to go to therapy. He needs an outlet to express everything he feels. He also needs to be held accountable for those comments and understand the root of it (ok let's be honest Devi even in their rivalry was probably the most constant person in his life, and fighting with her meant she stayed close by- it's a subconscious thing). He should apologize to her and also find better ways to communicate what he is feeling. The nose ring thing was manipulative. I agree. He should apologize. But I'm not gonna lie, it doesn't piss me off as much because I think it's pretty messed that it took that for her to realise how much she hurt him. Also tbh if you were willing to alter your body on a 2 minute thought out dare, you wanted to do it anyway. But again not a healthy way to emote on Ben's part. The David thing doesn't upset me because he knows how to pronounce her actual name. It's not like he doesn't know how and doesn't bother to try. It was part of their rivalry to irritate her. I honestly find it quite endearing as part of their friendship and think Devi does. I may be wrong and she may not like it and in that case he needs to stop and apologize.

I am not upset by him coming over to her house and calling her out about Aneesa. She deserved it. Also if she was that uncomfortable she could have taken him outside to talk like she did with Paxton. She is clearly comfortable enough to have him in the house. And her therapist agrees with Ben. If he hadn't, she wouldnt have known that Aneesa was leaving. Her mom took away her phone. And even then her first attempt at an apology was soooooo bad. And I don't think Ben did it solely to get Aneesa to stay so he could date her. This is Ben, he was willing to do long distance with Devi from India, I think he could have done the same with Aneesa from like the same town 🙄

I genuinely like Ben because he is a good kid. He makes mistakes like they all do. His personality is hilarious to watch but also his and Devi's relationship is so special. Me liking Ben and Devi has nothing to do with what Paxton has or has not done. I just like the dynamic between the two. They obviously care deeply for each other. Their conversations are hilarious. I love their banter. I love how comfortable they are with each and am sometimes surprised by the depth of their conversations. But also they have amazing chemistry. All the jealous looks and angst are between these two idiots pining for each other. I think she does have chemistry with Paxton but it's more because he is PHY, school Adonis. I mean let's be honest, he'd probably have chemistry with Fabiola solely cause he is PHY. The two nerds just match each other and it's so funny how often they are in sync. It's honestly adorable. They just get each other. That bathroom scene was the sweetest thing and also proves he's not this terrible person. She only comes out of the stall because of his support. He is genuinely hurt for her when technically it should have been a great moment for him.

I do believe the two have to be single for a bit before admitting their feelings for one another and moving forward. That's why my main thing for season 3 is that he absolutely cannot interfere in her relationship with Paxton. He needs to give her the space to figure that. Do I think there will be moments between them... absolutely but no cheating please. Everyone needs to move on from that. If they do it...I honestly think il be done with the show.

Anyways sorry for the really long ramble. If you made it to the end thanks for your patience 😌

Thank you for this beautiful masterpiece, I pretty much agree with everything and need to put it out there for the world to see

#im obsessed with benvi and yall KNOW it #ben x devi #thanks for the response i was soooo entertained while reading it #never have i ever

31 notes · View notes

telli1206 · 4 years ago

Note

(Per our discussion 😘) It's summer, but Carlos tends to layer up. He falls asleep after a long day out while Jay's in the shower or something, so Jay decides to tuck him in like that and go to bed, but then Carlos starts getting wiggly b/c he's way overheated btwn. his clothes, the blankets, and Jay being a human furnace, so Jay tries to wake him up to get him to strip down so they can both be in peace, but Carlos doesn't wake up and Jay thinks he's faking, so he starts to help things along. 😉

Finally getting the inspo to write this one @hersilentlanguage, so I hope it was worth the wait 😁

WARNING: Mild smut with sexual implications

Jay grunts and jolts suddenly from the feel of a sharp pain under his arm. He blinks furiously to coax the sleep out of his eyes, the fog in his brain too deep to even register what’s happening.

Not that he really needs to, he kind of already knows what’s going on. It’s always the same person who’s to blame for his shittiest nights of sleep.

Jay should be angry. Fuck, he has every right to be. Is there anything worse than being ripped from a deep sleep by a physical attack? He can’t think of anything. Still, he just sighs and rubs at his side. If he didn’t love the boy so damn much, there’d be nothing stopping him from grabbing him and just chucking him off the bed. And yet...

Auradon may have made him soft, just a little bit. But he’s pretty sure Carlos Oscar De Vil was already well on his way to turning Jay into a teddy bear anyway.

He reaches for the culprit of his pain, managing to curl his fingers around a sock-covered foot before another jab has him wincing and scooting back, positioning himself away from another attack.

“Fuck, ‘Los,” he moans, still gripping tightly to his boyfriend’s foot. “You can be a little shit, you know that?”

Carlos starts to mumble unintelligibly, his nose scrunching adorably as the utter nonsensicals spill from his lips. He’s moving as he tries to talk, his body shifting and wriggling it’s way up the bed, jerking out of Jay’s grasp. He kicks up Jay’s side, bit by bit, scurrying his lithe body upwards until it lands flat and flush against their headboard.

Jay sighs, watching as Carlos finally settles just above his head. His new position on the hard wood of their headboard looks terribly uncomfortable, and Carlos must subconsciously agree as he clearly continues to squirm, batting Jay repeatedly on top of his head with the billow of his sleeve in the process.

“Carlos!” Jay tries again, his voice hushed but firm. He grabs at the sleeve in his face and tugs, but Carlos simply rolls the other way, pressing his body onto the wood with a discontented hum.

Jay huffs as he props himself up on his forearms and turns fully to face Carlos. His plans of going to sleep at the moment have gone to shit, so he may as well try to get Carlos situated again. His best shot at a proper night’s sleep anyway is when he’s wrapped around his favorite warm body, his face pressed into Carlos’ soft expanse of white curls.

So he’s doing this for both of them, really.

Jay carefully snakes an arm under Carlos, moving slowly to keep from jostling him too much and potentially waking him. Once he can reach, he wraps both arms around Carlos and pulls him into his chest, holding him tightly and remaining as motionless as possible, hopeful that the few movements aren’t enough to cause him to stir.

To Jay’s surprise, Carlos hardly startles. Actually, he hardly moves at all. Definitely not what he expected.

He decides to loosen his grip to check on Carlos, and Carlos surprises Jay again by spinning slowly to face him. Though his eyes are pinched closed, Jay can still hear his soft mumblings, coming and going lightly with each breath.

“‘Los?” Jay leans in closer, pressing their foreheads together as he tries to focus on his boyfriend’s words.

Carlos moans at the contact and pushes in even closer so they’re practically cheek to cheek. He’s slick with sweat, and Jay can feel the dampness and heat radiating off of him. Jay reaches over to cup Carlos’ cheek, running his fingers gingerly over the moist skin.

“Fuck, I’m sorry pup,” he sighs, pulling back. “I shouldn’t have let you sleep in all this shit. It’s way too hot.” He thumbs at the zipper of Carlos’ hoodie with one hand while his other moves to Carlos’ head, gently pushing his red beanie back until it slides off and drops behind them and onto the floor.

Despite today being sunny and warm, Carlos had opted to layer up his clothing as usual, throwing Jay’s hoodie and beanie on over his shorts and t-shirt. It’s a habit that Carlos just can’t seem to shake. But, after years of Carlos feeling that he needs to hide...both his imperfections and his existence as a whole, no one had really expected for him to change that overnight.

Besides, Jay is more than happy to see Carlos wearing his clothes. He doesn’t want to look possessive, but, he really is. Especially when it comes to Carlos. He’s been dying to claim the cute freckled boy since they met, and it finally feels safe, normal even, to do that in Auradon. So he’ll gladly take every chance he can get to show that Carlos is...well...his.

It’s not like anyone is complaining about it anyway. Carlos is fucking adorable when he’s in clothes that are too big for him. That’s just common knowledge.

Still, Carlos overdid it with the layers today. And Jay scolds himself for being a lazy boyfriend and just dropping Carlos in bed to sleep instead of helping him change first into something less...suffocating.

He’s definitely paying for that choice now.

Carlos gasps when the beanie falls away and exposes his head to the cool air of their room. He tips his head back to shake out his matted down curls, relaxing back into Jay with a sigh of relief and resting his head on Jay’s shoulder.

“Does that feel good, pup? Do you want me to take off a little more? Cool you off?”

Jay reaches for Carlos’ zipper again, dragging it down slowly just an inch or so and then stops, waiting for Carlos’ reaction.

“Just say ‘yes’ or ‘no.’ Whatever you want I’ll do it. I just wanna help you sleep.”

Carlos is quiet, his head unmoving from Jay’s shoulder. Jay breathes soft and shallow, his hand still frozen at Carlos’ zipper as he listens for any type of response from him. But the silence hangs in the air for over a minute, and Jay is starting to wonder exactly how deeply his boyfriend may be sleeping.

Finally, Carlos starts to shift, moving his hips slightly to bring his body even closer to Jay’s. He drapes a leg across Jay’s waist as he tilts his head up to bring his lips to Jay’s ear. He doesn’t speak, instead choosing to kiss his way down the shell of Jay’s ear, stopping only to tug at Jay’s lobe with his teeth.

“Pupppp,” he moans, biting down hard on his lip to muffle the sound. His hands fly to Carlos’ hips, squeezing tightly as Carlos’ kissing continues its way down his jaw to his neck.

“I didn’t think undressing you would get you in the mood that easy, but I’m not gonna complain,” Jay chuckles. But his laughter fades away with his breath when Carlos bites down on the junction of his neck and starts to suck at his most sensitive spot.

Jay chokes, his mind numbing with pleasure as he starts to fumble for Carlos’ hoodie again, this time grabbing the zipper roughly and ripping it down. Carlos is still latched to his neck as he pushes the sleeves down, quickly freeing Carlos of his hoodie and dropping it to the floor to join his beanie.

When Carlos’ mouth finally detaches from Jay, he takes the opportunity to dip down and kiss over Carlos’ collarbone, letting his hands glide down Carlo’s t-shirt as he does so. When he reaches the bottom he hooks his fingers under the hem, pulling away for only a second to tug it over Carlos’ head and toss it aside.

Carlos hums his approval, his eyes still closed but his mouth spread wide in his most pleased smile. He looks utterly content when Jay starts to kiss fervently over the newly exposed freckled skin of Carlos’ chest, flushed and warm under his lips.

Jay smiles against Carlos’ shuddered breaths, his body responding almost desperately for more of Jay’s touch. And Jay is eager to please. He kisses his way down Carlos’ stomach, reaching for the button of his shorts as his mouth descends closer. Within seconds he has them unbuttoned and unzipped, and they’re off and on the ground before Carlos can react.

Not that he would. He’s already distracted himself with the skin of Jay’s neck, scraping his teeth along it and mouthing lightly at Jay’s pulse.

Jay is encouraged further by Carlos’ moans, hot and tingly against his skin. He snakes both of his hands down the back of Carlos’ boxers, grazing along skin that’s too soft, and feels too delicious against his own. He stops to playfully squeeze at firm cheeks, as perfect and perky as he’s ever had the pleasure of touching. He peppers kisses at Carlos’ shoulder, massaging tenderly with his hands before lifting his arms to slide the material down--

“Uh. Um. J-Jay?”

Jay stills in his movements. “Yeah, Pup?”

He shifts backwards, his eyes searching for Carlos’ in the dim twilight. But when their gazes meet, Jay can feel guilt pooling in his gut.

Carlos’ eyes are wide...confused. There’s no recognition in his features at all, no indication left of the passion he and Jay were engaging in just moments ago. Jay releases his grip when he feels Carlos start to squirm, sliding his hands out of Carlos’ boxers and urging some space between their bodies.

“Are we...is th-this...”

Jay winces at the uncertainty in Carlos’ tone. His brow furrows, unable to hide his worry.

“Shit ‘Los, I’m sorry. I thought you were...I thought we were...were you not, into it? Evil, if I did something you didn’t want, I swear I didn’t mean to-”

Carlos puts a finger to Jay’s lips to end his ramblings. Jay complies, laying silent as he stares into Carlos’ deep brown eyes. They’re more alert now, but laced with softness, and they stare back at Jay with an intensity that’s making his heart constrict and his breath hitch. When the finger is dragged away from Jay’s lips, Carlos is quick to replace it with a tentative kiss, light and airy with barely a brush of contact.

“Jay.”

Jay opens his eyes, unsure as to when he even closed them. Carlos is smiling at him now, bright and toothy and so, so beautiful. Jay silently hopes his damn eyelids didn’t deny him of this for too long. Every single one of Carlos’ smiles is his favorite thing in the world.

“Jay,” Carlos repeats, brushing his fingers across Jay’s cheek. “Are you good now? I swear, you’re too damn sweet for your own good sometimes.”

Jay blinks and blinks, his face blank as tries to understand what he thinks he heard.

“Too...sweet?”

Carlos shakes his head and laughs. With a swing of his hips, he flips Jay onto his back and rolls on top of him. When Carlos sits up, he’s straddling Jay’s waist and looking into surprised eyes. He smirks and flicks a finger to Jay’s chin, snapping shut his slightly agape expression.

“I thought I was dreaming, Jay. That’s all. I know you’d never mean to do anything I didn’t want to. I’d never think that. You’re so good to me.”

Jay exhales, grinning up at Carlos, who leans in for another kiss.

“Ok, thanks pup. I-”

He’s cut off by Carlos squeezing his face and pressing a kiss down firmly onto his pursed lips.

“Besides,” he mumbles against Jay’s mouth, “Who the hell would complain about waking up to their dreams coming true?”

Carlos slips his hands underneath Jay’s shirt, splaying them out as he sits back upright with a cocky grin.

“Now, can you fill me in on what we were doing? Because I’d like to continue.”

#jaylos #ship asks #hersilentlanguage #jay x carlos #jay son of jafar #Carlos De Vil #descendants #jaylos asks

74 notes · View notes

mevekagvain · 3 years ago

Text

Chapter 189 - I still have no clue why the lords' sanctuary is used as a grave like okay yeah I do it's mostly symbolic and to grieve but I still think it doesn't make sense. All the other uses? Yeah cool. Grave? Nah, not when purebloods dissipate into red mist when they die. Extremely funny imagining mvp lord picking out a fancy coffin full well knowing he won't leave a corpse though like okay king <3 and I haven't even started on those damn stairs.

- Everytime Rael's being cringe I flash through renditions of memes that cover the general energy of habitual suffering that is simultaneously willing yet forced.

- Tbh as someone who doesn't particularly believe in the whole concept of honourable fighting unless it's sports or agreed upon beforehand by all parties and because they're going against what they perceive as traitors or invaders... Rajak shouldn't be scolding Rael for trying to get rid of the trio.

Chapter 190 - Here they know the traiters were behind the Loyard massacre but later Seira doesn't even think that Zarga may have played a part until he said it himself so what's the truth.

- Really, Rousare having died should make it obvious that Gejutel wasn't involved and prevent all this. At least Ludis has some sense.

- Ah, time for grandpa's trashtalk.

Chapter 191 - It always drives me insane that Raskreia knows jack shit about Frankenstein and Raizel like she really did not give a fuck about them did she lmao? Oh father has sent clan leaders out on an arrest warrant? Oh father asks me to regularly visit this random stranger who he adores often and wishes for him to be lord? Why would I ever wish to learn more about them? Like queen ily but keep track of important events in Lukedonia even before you're lord please.

- I know Gejutel's just bullshitting but like. The traitors having foresight? Sjjsjsis where? Lagus and Roctis yeah sure I get it. But the rest? Ignes literally experimented on ppl in Lukedonia. Urokai, as much as I love him, is definitely the stupid dumbass of the group. Zarga if he had any foresight would have either just stayed on Lukedonia and chilled as a loner or had a heir who he passed Lontrick on to and left Lukedonia to once again chill as a loner since unlike the others he only disagreed with the new ideals rather than wanting to actively murder someone. As for Gradeus... we know he can use his brain but he really turned it off entirely when deciding to install bloodstones huh? Like if all you want to do is fight than becoming that strong even when you're already the strongest around is not gonna be enjoyable. Well then he went cuckoo so whtever. Ofc I do wonder whether his goal went from enjoying fighting to mere murder before or after he was exposed to bloodstones and the same for him massacring his clan since the options have implications.

- And here we are at the "clan leaders should go into eternal sleep with the lord" bullshit. Like sorry but just cos the good guys are the ones spouting it doesn't mean I'll ever agree with it. Like tf. It makes me think immediately of rulers who had their servants buried alive with them, emperors whose harems were killed upon their deaths, wives set fire upon their husbands funerals, etc. It is interesting ofc that even nobles who are very obviously written as the best race in noblesse have such regressive and cruel practices. Much more fascinating to have humans take inspiration from them for both good and bad after all.

- Grandpa really tried to be mean so Raskreia wouldn't feel bad executing him huh. Not that it worked ofc.

Chapter 192 - It's so funny that Raizel changes his clothes to Lukedonia's black and gold upon entering because like, did he feel like the odd one out or something?

- Darling clan leaders, I'll excuse your ignorance and underestimation of the enemy, but esteemed lord please, you should know better.

- Hilarious that Gejutel saw that the current gen had extremely spotty knowledge due to their predecessors being like that ig but instead of fixing that he essentially went "It's none of my business idc idc" and ignored it until it came back to bite him in the ass. Like at least tell the lord about all this pls. She should know what a noblesse is 😭

Chapter 193 - Rip Karias not finding everyone in the throne room. It's like when a class gets changed last minute and you have no clue which new place it's in.

- Raizel just take the earring off normally I swear. Imagine having only one memento from a friend you actually meant to keep but you just tear it apart. I would cry.

- Gejutel being apologetic about making Raizel use his lifeforce... grandpa,,,

Chapter 194 - The fact that Ludis' eyes glow as he sets up the protection for the sanctuary,,, love him.

- Insert 300 page analysis on Raskreia's relationship with being lord and just her in general here. I'm too lazy to type it out so insecurities, lack of communication, lack of clarity, formality and duty leading to distant relationships, etc etc etc.

Chapter 195 - This is so rude 😤

- God Karias' entrance and interactions with everyone,,, the way he fusses over Raskreia openly, the way Rozaria beckons him over, them,,,

Chaoter 196 - "The clan leaders share my thoughts" obviously not with the traitors. Well Roctis may have agreed but Ignes prevented him from all that. Still, even from the other 4 non traitors of Ru, Elenor, Loyard and Mergas, it's very much possible they disagreed but simply kept quiet about their thoughts because how dare they go against the lord? I mean, the track record isn't exactly great and that's just how it is in these sort of systems.

- Well I definitely think the method he decided on was stupid but I do think mvp lord's sentiment was very sweet. And ofc just how he wants the best for Raizel... it makes me sad everytime like he just wants him to be happy and be able to enjoy life and yet. Just how his message always has him with that soft smile for Raizel as he tells him to live a long joyous life... that he wants him to be safe... that he's happy he's been outlived... gonna go cry brb..

Chapter 197 - Yeah just gonna ignore and replace the misogynistic bs they make mvp lord spout with like "Be wary of men; instead of wasting time beating them up see if you have any interest in women instead. Especially if they're not nobles. Only wear what you're comfortable with and don't let anyone pressure you. Remember to train often with swords or your skills will become rusty. Etc etc etc."

Chapter 198 - At least he has earring number 2 ig

- "This house is a little old and needs some renovation" It's great that you're being tactful but Tao we both know that this estate that hasn't had any upkeep for at least 5 centuries needs a hell lot more than a little fixing.

- M-21 just has his priorities straight okay,,, you all do need to change.

- Why did Tao pack aprons and gloves for the trip?

#noblesse #raining while reading #so it didn't save the first time and i had to go through the entire group of chapters again #hell #volume 3 done

7 notes · View notes

fandom-hoarder · 4 years ago

Note

listen I have so many questions about Stanford Sam, like this kid who was raised in the wild, barely aware of acceptable social conduct arrives with his 2 ectoplasm stained t-shirts at his dorm and like ????? is he very aware of it at first? or does he think he's hiding it well? and like moving in with Jessica?????? he doesn't know how to water plants and that you have to pay electricity bills ??? Like obviously he's not stupid, we know that!! But there are certain things about ordinary everyday life that are just impossible to pick up when you're raised like that. And this is just surface-level stuff, like I feel overwhelmed just thinking about how many tiny things I do in a day, just normal life stuff that I've always done, that Sam would be like ???? so weirded out by, or maybe creepily fascinated ??? Would he try and copy everyone around him maybe??? and then all the odd things that he'd probably do !!! like just basic marine survival nonsense he's dad probably taught him applied in mundane life situations that would make him stand out and he wouldn't even notice !!! And he thinks he's doing fine, people seem to accept him, but then suddenly someone mentions like... TRL or something and he's like ??? and then Dean picks him up and it all falls to pieces, because it's so EASY and ingrained and he doesn't have to pretend and it puts it into perspective how not okay he was doing at Stanford even when it felt like he was ?? god I'm just rambling, like I barely even have headcanons, I'm just so overwhelmed by all the possibilities of how this would play out !!!!

Holy crap, first I wanna apologize if this has been sitting here awhile. The Ask notification location in settings instead of notifications on the app is so weird and I get them so rarely I don’t think to check. (and the website shows that I have 4 but this one is the only one it’ll show? How does tumblr work? Oh yeah, it doesn’t lol.)

Anyway, I have so many thoughts on this! But they’re not necessarily cohesive?! Like first we all know Sam is super smart. He’s curious. He’s inquisitive. But he’s also sheltered in weird ways. There are things he’s known about the world that most people would never know about, let alone kids his age at any given time; yet the existence of those things--and the understanding that therefore potentially anything could be real--also lends itself to keeping him childlike--he had an “imaginary friend” at age nine and believed in the Easter bunny through age eleven, which is much later than the average probably???

By middle school, he definitely would’ve been feeling the strains of his otherness around his classmates, even if they weren’t constantly moving around, but of course the nomadic lifestyle just makes it even harder.

I think Sam is a very observant person, though. He figured out something was up with their dad and The Truth at age 8! So people watching is Sam’s saving grace for getting along in the mundane world. He definitely learns to mask his otherness by mimicking mundane people.

And I get sidetracked here because then I start thinking about exactly how their childhood went. We know John used Pastor Jim and Bobby as childcare/parenting support to some degree. I don’t think we really know anything about Caleb, maybe I’m forgetting something, but my headcanon is that Caleb functioned as a “fun younger uncle” type to Sam and Dean: cool, responsible in a pinch, but mostly not given childcare responsibilities because of his wilding tendencies. (they learn swears accidentally from Bobby and John, but Caleb TEACHES them.) Sam and Dean didn’t even know about Missouri until s1, so she’s off the caretaker list. They had that babysitter they met up with in uhh... Swap Meat! But largely we assume that Dean had a lot of the caretaking responsibilities; maybe with temporary babysitters in other places the same as Swap Meat.

And lbh you just can’t expect well-rounded, informed child-rearing from a kid only four years older. There’s a reason I associate a lot of weechester flashbacks with Sammy watching TV like in Something Wicked, because literally little siblings are A LOT and sometimes you just want them to sit still and quiet and leave you alone for a bit omg.(wait, give me a minute, I’m imagining little 6 year old Dean on the phone with Bobby because John ran out for food supplies and isn’t back yet and Sammy is still asleep but Dean’s creeped out in the longterm room they’re staying in because he KNOWS about the supernatural already. but then bobby gets on John’s case about it--and instead of never leaving Dean alone with baby Sam again, Dean learns from John’s belt not to call anyone when he’s left alone unless it’s an ACTUAL EMERGENCY. Or maybe, because marine, John doesn’t use his belt; maybe he uses PT instead and every time Dean thinks about calling Bobby for that reason again, his abs ache from the memory of punishment situps, or his arms get suddenly shaky thinking about doing pushups til he just couldn’t anymore.)

I haven’t read all of John’s Journal, and I know it’s not actually canon, but IIRC the bits that I’ve read from the wiki show John and the boys staying with a family friend in Lawrence for a few weeks, MAYBE a few months before John visits Missouri and everything STARTS. I think if he hadn’t picked up and left with them then, the family friends would’ve been contacting CPS because they’re starting to think John’s grief is making him unhinged. (I really want to read the journal tbh--there are bits I’ve seen that make me fantasize even more about boyking!sam storylines... but I’m getting even more off track.)

So we’ve got this weird/interesting dichotomy of kids that are groomed with these hyperspecialiizations, too weird to really fit in with other kids but sheltered from the actual hunter life also--like the fact that there ARE other hunters, like as a THING, not just their dad’s rando friends that, as kids, they may just assume know about the supernatural because their dad told them! (jfc they’re SO PRIMED to be each other’s entire world omg I’m gonna die)

So like, by being quiet and observant (an imaginative kid, by nature and by nurture as John starts to take Dean out more and leave Sam alone with his own thoughts), Sam would pick up a lot of things. But they’re never anywhere long enough for him to fully grasp everything and he would definitely suffer a bit from the Dunning-Kruger effect--not having enough knowledge about a thing, but having just enough that you don’t realize you don’t.

Let’s say Sam observes and picks up some things about normal residential life by being around a few mundane babysitters. The nature of John’s “work” would mean that, even if they were in a more in-home-daycare-like situation, they’d be likely to be the “after hours” kinds of kids that are still there when everyone else is picked up and the babysitter would normally be doing their normal life stuff: changing clothes, cleaning up from the daycare kids, making dinner, etc (sam and dean would definitely help, either out of kindness or duty or because it’s agreed that if they help out John will get a discount on their care costs--don’t mind me, just projecting my childhood onto the winchesters hahh. I’m NOT going to go off on a tangent about Dean already having so much experience caring for babies cuz of Sam. He definitely doesn’t have all the under-4s following him around begging for attention while he burps one of the three babies their babysitter cares for after a bottle. it DEFINITELY didn’t make Sam (age 4, 5, 6 maybe) jealous enough to repress the memory so that over a decade later he would claim that Dean doesn’t even LIKE kids.)

Uhh... what was I talking about? Oh yeah, Sam. Observing normal life. Anyway so maybe after things settle for the day, sometimes a babysitter will sit at the dining table with the weekly bills and their checkbook and do the bills. And Sam kind of loves things like this: it feels like something important; it feels like playing school before he was old enough to go (quick aside here: John totally enrolled Sam in school early, both because that’s the only way his age works with canon timeline and because it would make life easier if Sam was in school just like Dean--more cost-and-time efficient.) And maybe Sam goes and sits at the table and just. Watches.

And then he asks questions. When he’s curious, he doesn’t keep his questions to himself as a child (unless the subject is expressly forbidden: see Dean’s reaction when Sam brings up Mary). But his age would inevitably limit the scope and understanding of those questions. Adults are generally disinclined to fully explain the adult world to children, especially when it comes to finances, and in the 80s and early 90s?? With most of the adults of that time that I knew, those kinds of questions were considered rude and nosey. He might understand that adults have to pay bills; he may even understand something about utilities; but he wouldn’t necessarily understand all the requirements and frequency.

Though their nomadic lifestyle wasn’t stable by any “normal” definition, one thing to be said about mostly living out of motels is that your power is never cut off, or your water, or your heat. There’s always television, usually with cable. And the only form of payment you see going on is dad handing over cash or plastic at the front desk--one and done. My headcanon usually disallows the idea that they would’ve squatted in empty houses when Sam and Dean were kids (John makes plenty of bad decisions but I just don’t see him staying in a place without power or water with CHILDREN. Teenagers? SURE.) They would learn how to clean house and make proper beds even when it wasn’t always necessary with housekeeping available--both because of John’s military parenting style and because John would be most likely to opt out of daily housekeeping to lower the risk of having people ask questions.

So yeah, there are so many little intricacies of the mundane world that Sam wouldn’t be conditioned to even think about. Even the realization that he doesn’t know enough about regular life, as he grows up and longs more and more for that very thing because he’s never had more than a glimpse of it, wouldn’t necessarily be enough.

Would his natural curiosity lead him to ask those questions? He can’t ask John because he already asked Dean and got a dismissive answer because ‘what does any of that matter, Sam? we’ll never have to worry about that shit.’ and if Dean seems borderline offended by the sheer audacity of the questions in the first place, he knows John will be worse.

In the 90s, life skills were still kind of a thing in most U.S. schools. But in a really inconsistent way. Sometimes it was in health class curriculum; sometimes your math class would actually do a short focus on balancing a checkbook and banking if there was a chapter, but a lot of times those parts get skipped. You never use the whole textbook. Sometimes life skills was only in Home Ec, but H.E. was completely elective in my area when I was in middle school (the same exact years Sam would’ve been in middle school) and I’m assuming the same for most of the U.S. Sam may have taken it, or he may have taken something else instead (wood shop or computer class were the alternatives in my area). Maybe the nature of school hopping meant that he HAD to enroll in Home Ec, because resources for the other electives were finite, but somehow always managed to miss the bills and budgeting portion. Maybe he couldn’t even take Home Ec due to class size or resources and they just put him in a study hall for that period. (Maybe they put him in the computer class, where he mostly does book work until he gets a turn on the PC he has to share with his classmate.)

As an observant person, Sam totally would’ve known about TRL, I think. There’s no way at least one group of kids in the halls or lunchroom wasn’t talking about it every day in high school, especially with the advent of Britney Spears and Eminem and Jesse freakin Camp. Maybe he goes to someone’s house to try to hang out or to study and they turn it on and Sam watches raptly because it’s such a strange phenomenon and he hardly ever gets to hear new music, much less watch the videos. But he can’t actually get into it because the fangirls are annoying and his analytical mind won’t let him suspend his disbelief about how the voting works. (Maybe he tries giving it another shot in their motel room sometimes, but Dean vetoes that bubblegum pop shit IMMEDIATELY--no Sam, look, that shit isn’t REAL music; most of them don’t even play instruments. And it’s really not fair because Dean TOTALLY watched MTV’s The Grind in the early 90s for his fix of suggestively gyrating bodies before he figured out how to access porn without getting caught.)

Sam and Dean actually make a LOT of pop culture references, which always fascinates me. I imagine they did a lot of TV watching and VCR/movie renting in the times they weren’t working on a case with/for their dad (projecting again; my dad’s house was a very boring place on his weekends). The nature of Dean’s idolization of John and disinclination to let Sam have his own separate likes means they have a mix of age-appropriate pop culture knowledge and a lot of Boomer-era TV and movie knowledge--Dean more than Sam, maybe when it comes to things like cowboy movies and TV lol.

Anyway, as the realization that he doesn’t really know how anything works crept in, maybe Sam would try to lowkey create situations where he could ask his friends/his friends’ parents those normal life kind of questions. But maybe after his first few tries, he’s become so uncomfortably aware of how weird he is to even need to ask that he stops asking. Maybe he starts to tap into his specialized skills and starts snooping/creeping around their houses to try to glean knowledge. Maybe he scours the library for books on ‘what you need to know for life’--I have the urge now to do a google search on actual titles of books on this subject that may have existed at the time, but I’ve already spent a lot of time on this without going into research spirals. lol Maybe he can’t find exactly the things that are pertinent--still doesn’t fully realize that, though--and in the meantime his cache of esoteric knowledge continues to build.

So he gets to Stanford and he mostly understands how the financing works; enough to get by with enrollment and stuff. He understands that he’ll need to get a job of some sort to make ends meet because he’s there to be normal and normal people don’t pay for everything with scammed credit cards and billiards money; he knows that much. But he doesn’t really know about wages, minimum wage, freaking payroll taxes, etc. (I feel like Dean would’ve had odd jobs as a teen, some legit some under the table, but that the nature of John (and Dean) wanting to keep Sam home and safe would’ve made the subject of Sam working through high school a banned topic. And anyway, much as I’m not a fan of the characterization in Drag Me Away (From You), what Dean said to Sam about the impossibility of getting into college with the way his academic career would look is accurate. So Sam would’ve probably spent most of his free time on academics so he could get the fuck out, rather than trying to get a job.

Maybe having to buy his textbooks would be a surprise? John probably always qualified for Sam and Dean to be on free lunch/free book programs in public school, not to mention the likelihood of the records being at least partially counterfeit. But at the same time, John was probably very hands off with their school enrollment crap once the boys were old enough to handle it themselves, so Sam would at least have an inkling.

Sam would be a weird mix of no-boundaries and too-secretive, and his first attempts at acting normal would be a bit too put-on. He’s got experience acting per 1x16 (oh, maybe he did drama instead of home ec somewhere lol), but acting on stage is so much different to acting in a more personal setting. On stage you have to exaggerate your movements to project all the way to the back. Early-Stanford Sam, I guess, is a bit like Soulless Sam. He knows there’s something off about him compared to the people around him, and he just does his best to pretend he’s the same as them without calling attention to his differences, which ends up coming off robotic. A little Stepford. A little uncanny valley. He learns to bite his tongue every time he’s about to let something normal only to his family roll off it; learns to be even more vague than he used to be, because now he’s around strangers ALL THE TIME.

At some point, Sam has a little-but-big breakdown about a payment he missed or the fact that he had to steal shampoo because he didn’t even have toiletries in his budget and couldn’t even afford a bottle of White Rain or Suave, so since he was stealing anyway he got the special brand he really likes and then feels too awful to even use it and doesn’t wash his hair for a week. Brady takes pity on the cute but hapless puppy-boy who is a physical and academic behemoth but has obviously been living off-grid on some kind of militia commune for the past forever--at first the rumor was that he was Amish on rumspringa but the amount of times Sam has busted out some supremely random survival knowledge in casual conversation changes that rumor quickly--and has no understanding of the world. And by the time he moves off-campus with Jess, Sam has this masking thing down pretty well; he can almost forget he’s not normal sometimes and Jess only knows about his previous helplessness in a cute, anecdotal kind of way.

And then Dean comes and gets him and Sam’s all “you and Dad still doing credit card scams?” and Dean’s like “well hunting doesn’t pay the bills.”

AND SAM’S LIKE, NEITHER DO YOU DEAN! DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT BILLS ARE?! BECAUSE I DIDN’T AND IT WOULD’VE BEEN NICE TO KNOW!

#ask #@princessconsuelapark #stanford era #sam winchester #pre-stanford era #sam n dean #john winchester's a+ parenting #long post

27 notes · View notes