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gynnnicsworld · 7 months ago

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REC LIST STEREK PART II

So I was going to make a well-structured rec list, but the more I try to organize it, the less I can find a proper order. So I decided to do it from the most recently read fic to the oldest one in my AO3 history.

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Get You The Moon

BY: AClosedFicIsNeverRead

words: 180.785

Derek looked up in surprise to note that they were taking a private jet. Dread settled into his gut like a stone. “It has a cage, doesn’t it?” he asked quietly, and noted the subtle changes in his family members’ posture. “Is it for me?” Cora gave him a pleading look and nodded. “Is it because of what you’re going to tell me?” he asked, voice like gravel. Another nod confirmed it. Stiles. Oh, GOD. It had to be Stiles. Derek would not lose control over anyone else in Beacon Hills and they damned well knew it.

- OR - The one where Derek has been gone for 6 months building a new life, finds out that Stiles is being assaulted by Theo, so he comes back to Beacon Hills to kick some serious ass and rescue the loudmouthed human who stole his heart. (You will need ALL the tissues, but it will have a happy ending by the time all is said and done!) Title inspired by song: ‘Get You The Moon’ by Kina ft. Snow

(This fic is and always will be one of my favorites, it has a really special place in my heart. It has sensitive topics, so I recommend you read the tags, but it's worth going through all the angst to get to the happy ending, because it DOES have a happy ending.)

True Love's Kiss, Attempted Murder

by: cowboilikeme

Words: 120.040

Beacon Hills has never been the most normal of towns, but recently things have been happening that are getting harder and harder to explain. And it's becoming more difficult to keep the supernatural a secret when something newer, darker and scarier comes to town in the shape of a teenage girl. But she is only the beginning to their problems. And what she brings with her is the worst this town has seen in a while. “What’s so bad about getting a ride in this?” Derek sounded like he was smiling, but as beautiful and unbelievable as that sounded, Stiles still refused to look at the man, “It’s a good car.” “Overcompensating?” Stiles ridiculed, knowing perfectly well that there was no way Derek wasn’t packing something impressive. “I think we both know that’s not true,” Derek was smirking when Stiles finally turned to him, if only in shock by the werewolf’s statement. “I think we both know there is no way I could know that,” Stiles winced at how bitter he sounded, but once it was out, there was no point in trying to suck it back up.

(So this is the most recent fic I read, and I loved it, I really loved it too much, and it makes me really sad that it's not very well known or spread, because the characterization that the author puts to the characters is really realistic, it's literally like reading and imagining a different season of teen wolf, it really impressed me too much. I highly recommend this fic, it's very good, and it may have some other unrelated things but they are not very relevant things, it doesn't affect the fic at all. For real, run to read it! and comment what you think! Give the author a lot of love so that he/she continues writing more works of art in this fandom.)

Lead You Home Again

by;GotTheSilver

Words:49,962

The first time Derek meets Stiles, the kid’s brown eyes are wide, and he’s staring up at him with a mischievous grin as he tugs at the arm of Derek’s first ever Batman figure like he’s trying to separate it from Batman’s body. An alternate take on Teen Wolf, wherein Stiles and Derek are childhood friends, and things unfold from there.

(I don't know about you, but I have a soft spot for fanfics where Derek and Stiles are childhood friends and grow up together, it's like really exciting to read, because this has a certain degree of canon, because it is known that Derek and Stiles knew each other as children but for some reason they have forgotten it? or decided to avoid it? I don't know, but I do know that you will love this fic, it is tooth rotting fluff, Okay, yes there is anguish, but afterwards everything is so fluff)

Fixing What Has Been Broken

by: JustJim & Useless_girl

Words: 102,205

Derek Hale is dead. That’s something Stiles Stilinski refuses to believe even for a second once he gets the call from his dad. He heads back pissed, because he’s convinced that he can fix that mess with or without the help of his old pack, because it is Beacon Hills we’re talking about. A town where no one stays dead for long. But maybe there’s more to fix along the way…

Or our reply to the Teen Wolf Movie's mess.

(we all know how awful THAT movie was, so our beautiful authors use their talents to fix that terrible movie and give us this wonderful fanfic that is everything it should be, we have mpreg (yes beautiful, and beautiful mpreg that explains Eli's precious existence) we have a little bit of feral derek (I know, we all love when derek gets a little bit feral) and we have a damn happy ending which is the best of all.)

Lock All The Doors Behind You

by:entanglednow

Words: 25,960

He has no idea what you're supposed to say when you find one of your...werewolf acquaintances, completely out of their mind, growling like they're about to see what your insides taste like. There's no handbook for this. Stiles is thinking that if he survives he might write one.

(Yes, sorry, I really do have a guilty pleasure for feral derek, it's just that it's the moment where Derek allows himself to be honest with himself and his feelings, without so many complex thoughts that prevent him from acting on his instincts. And yes, his instincts always tell him that Stiles is his safe place, his anchor, he likes his smell and basically follows him everywhere because he likes him.)

don't know what i'm supposed to do (haunted by the ghost of you)

by: crazyassmurdererwall

Words: 30,926

Stiles sees dead people. Yep. Seriously. (He’s got this. He’s totally got this. So what if one of them is Derek’s mom?)

(This one may seem funny (which it is) but it also has some sad backstories, it's actually a light and very entertaining read, you guys are going to love it, you'll probably get frustrated (like me) that Stiles doesn't tell Derek what's wrong. I really recommend it, those scenes with Talia are painful and beautiful.)

It’s Not Pretend When It’s Real

by: waterella

words: 32,741

“At least we got this far,” Stiles argued. “Could’ve been worse. For now, they know he’s taken by someone in the pack.” “Mm hm,” Lydia said, giving him a look. “You realize that you are now going to have to pretend to date Derek, right?” Stiles rolled his eyes. “Oh no, what a hardship. That sucks, boo hoo.” He motioned Derek emphatically. “He’s like, my best friend.” “Hey!” Scott insisted. “He’s like, my second best friend,” Stiles amended. “It’s fine, we’ll figure it out. Right?” He turned to grin at Derek, who was scowling at him.

(This is very funny, and just read it it's good, My favorite parts are where Derek keeps making excuses and Stiles only accepts them because they both want to keep kissing.)

The Price

by: theroguesgambit

Words: 18,452

Stiles must surrender the most important thing in his life to protect the town… and no one can figure out what it was.

(you guys have no idea how good this fanfic is, please please do yourself a favor and go read it right now, it's painful to read but i promise it has a happy ending for derek and stiles.)

Getting Better

by: The BadassIsIn

Words: 205,156

The season 4 rewrite absolutely no one asked for where Stiles actually deals with his trauma from the nogitsune instead of being a-ok with it all and added Sterek.

(So this is quite therapeutic to read, seeing how both boys deal with their traumas and get better together, it's really nice to read, but of course there is angst, but it has a happy ending, so don't worry, I would never recommend a fic that didn't have a happy ending for Der and Stiles. So feel free to go read it and cry a little, get emotional and feel like a band-aid is put on your hearts as you see how our boys finally deal with their traumas.)

i fell into the moon

by: Iscar123

Words: 234,122

Laura Hale is arrested hours after returning to Beacon Hills. Derek Hale returns to town to bring his sister back home and together they are drawn into the mystery of a rogue wolf on their family land. They also can't seem to stop bumping into the Sheriff's son, Stiles. Laura is determined to make Stiles her new best friend and Derek just wants everyone to survive so he can get the hell out of the town that took everything from him. Stiles just wants everyone to be happy.

(If you like fics where Laura appears, I really recommend this one, because Laura and Stiles become an amazing duo against Derek, it's very funny, but I recommend you read the one shot from where this fic is inspired first, it's very good too. Derek using his charm with Stiles is my favorite thing ever.)

can you tell me what was ever really special about me all this time?

by: whiry

Words: 120,369

here's something strange about Beacon Hills. Stiles can't really put his finger on it, but the way certain classmates look at him at school and the way certain adults look at him in the grocery store has him curious. And it's not the sort of pitying looks that his mom's coworkers used to give him, but these ones are longer, more searching, like they're looking for something. Not to mention the weird noises that sometimes come from the woods when he runs, too human to be animal and too animal to be human. Plus the way the Hales have seemed to sequester themselves to the wild and give Stiles serious Cullen family vibes. But Stiles, like everyone else apparently, ignores it. Until it becomes too great to ignore and he has to investigate for himself and find out what is actually going on in Beacon Hills. +++ Or, the one where Stiles and Derek meet, hate each other, slowly get to know one another, and fall totally head over heels for each other all while avoiding curious classmates, an angry ex-girlfriend, and, oh yeah, imminent death.

(If you like alternative universe- High School fics like I do, then you have to read this one, plus the entire Hale family is alive, and the werewolves are revealed, and Derek and Stiles have this awkward crush on each other that slowly develops. You HAVE to read this, it's spectacular. And cora is cora haha)

Molten

by: sugareey & wolfspurr

Words: 27,896

"Stiles, is that you?" He recognizes that voice. He doesn’t know why he’s hearing it here though, in whatever cold, dark cave he’s found himself in. The owner of that voice is supposed to be miles away, back home in Beacon Hills. Unless Stiles is the one that’s ended up further from home than he could possibly have predicted. "Derek?!"

(I like fics where Derek and Stiles are put in a cave or cage, and they only have each other to get out of that scary situation, but Derek's wolf always ends up very attached to Stiles. This is kind of like that.)

Spellbinding Mishap

by: Wasterella

Words: 45,855

Stiles winced, rubbing the back of his neck, and looked over at Derek again. “So... you know how you told me not to touch anything?” Derek stared at him for a second, not seeming to understand, and then Stiles knew the moment it clicked because his entire face set so concretely it might as well have been carved out of stone. “What?” Scott asked, looking between them, confused. “What’s going on? I don’t understand. What happened?” “Yeah,” Stiles said slowly. “So the thing is, I uh, touched something. In the Witch’s house. And Derek came in and grabbed it from me. So he also touched it. And now it uh, it seems like whenever the two of us are a certain distance apart, we start getting sick. Or like, double over in pain. Or, you know, start dying.”

(Derek and Stiles are cursed and consequently can't be away from each other, so if you want to have a laugh, you can read this fic.)

Not So Boring

by: wasterella

Words: 69,062

“It was an accident!” Stiles continued, trying desperately to explain that this was all a huge misunderstanding and that the Demon clearly had to cut him some slack here.

It didn’t seem like he would be getting his wish, because the Demon’s annoyance melted into frustrated incredulity and he said dryly, “You summoned me by accident.”

“Yes!” Stiles insisted.

“How is that even possible? How do you accidentally summon a Demon?”

“You know, by accident!” Stiles argued.

“So you accidentally drew the summoning sigil into the floor, and you accidentally had an offering available, and you accidentally stood in the circle while accidentally reading the summoning spell?” the Demon asked dryly.

Okay, well when it was said like that, Stiles could understand the skepticism.

(And I close this rec list with another fic of our beloved westerella, and this is one where derek is a demon and stiles accidentally summons him. And it's really funny honestly, you have to read it, it's great!)

After months and months I finally bring you these recommendations, and I promise to bring you more, but I won't commit to saying that it will be soon.

Please tell me if you've already read any of the fics I put on the list, and tell me what you think of these recommendations, is there anything in particular that you would like me to recommend? Please let me know.

And if you have any to recommend to me, I would really appreciate it, tell me which is your favorite fic and I will read it.

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symphoniahime · 10 months ago

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✩ drst hcs ~ in denial

prompt. him being heavily in denial about his feelings for you and if/when he’d finally realize it. split into three sections — him & you (how & why the denial starts) + him & co. (another character’s reaction to his denial) + feelings realization. gender neutral reader.

ft. hyoga, tsukasa, & ukyo

warning. spoilers for most recent eps. ahead , angst

a/n — I think this concept is fun! less characters bc there’s 3 sections per character! enjoy this fun little game of denial! also, i will say that hyoga’s characterization is largely based on his later manga appearances! there are no spoilers, but you don’t get to see a lot of good hyoga until the manga <//3 anyway! enjoy!

☁️ hyoga akatsuki ;;

him & you ~ how it starts

• Given his nature, Hyoga would be in denial for quite some time before ever realizing that he actually likes you. After all, in his mission to build a world where only the strong and proper are revived, is there really any room for romance?

• The answer, of course, happens to be yes, even if he didn’t mean to fall for you.

• Usually, Hyoga would view kindness as yours as limiting and weak. How can anyone survive in a battle of survival of the fittest if they refuse to be ruthless?

• However… your kindness does something to him. He’s used to being treated with respect, reverence, or fear. Experiencing genuine kindness from you— kindness from one person to another— is an entirely new experience. He’s never been treated with warmth and smiles without an ulterior motive.

• Pacifist or not, your kindness is only further enhanced by your other skills. Witnessing you in your element further grows Hyoga’s affection for you. Your warmth got his eyes on you, and your skills kept him watching.

• But… surely he’s only watching you because you’re a proper ally, right? He’s merely surprised by how capable you turned out to be behind that soft heart. That’s why you’ve caught his attention.

• Hyoga treats you noticeably kinder than others. Even when he’s around people he respects— like Homura or Tsukasa— he maintains distance. With you, he’s a little warmer— more willing to entail conversation he’d see as nonsensical otherwise.

• On top of that, Hyoga is adamant on keeping you away from trouble. When he starts to suspect Gen’s loyalty, he tries his best to keep you far from the mentalist. What if Gen pulled you to the other side? How would he keep you safe then?

• He keeps trying to reason with himself that he merely feels this way because you’re a proper ally, and it’d be a shame to lose skills like yours. He’ll ignore his fluttering heart and the smiles behind his mask if it means keeping you at a distance and never admitting how he feels.

• Because if he admits it and he loses you, he’s certain he’ll risk becoming much weaker. And that’s not something he can afford.

him & co. ~ another character’s reaction — asagiri gen

• Hyoga, though he acts subtle about his favoritism toward you, isn't as discreet as he likely thought he was. Then again, it’s hard to hide things from a mentalist, even if Hyoga wears a mask.

• Gen notices a change in Hyoga’s demeanor a few weeks after you’re revived. Before you were around, Hyoga would make himself scarce— training in solitude— if no one needed him or he had no duties for the day.

• Beforehand, Tsukasa and Homura were the only people Hyoga gave the time of day. He’d hardly ever entertain conversation with another soul unless absolutely necessary. All to say, he was something of a lone wolf.

• Then, you’re revived. And suddenly, Gen sees a lot more of Hyoga around and hears him talking a lot more than he used to.

• Hyoga still trains, but he makes it a point to idle around and wait for you to also be free before walking off with you so you can keep him company while he trains.

• You’re the only one Hyoga actively talks with, and from what Gen has overheard, it’s hardly a business talk. Your conversation topics with Hyoga always include life, family, and who Hyoga is. Surprisingly, Hyoga doesn’t brush you off— diligently answering your questions and even asking some of his own.

• Gen also notices that when Hyoga isn’t around, you’re also notably absent. Gen once thought it was you clinging to Hyoga… but soon realizes it’s quite the opposite. Actually, he overheard Hyoga asking to be assigned to the same work with you when he’s able, or he merely finishes his own duties before seeking you out.

• Gen is quick to realize what it is. However, when he musters up the courage to ask Hyoga about it, he’s not shocked to hear the man vehemently deny it— going as far as calling it foolish and weak.

• However, Gen notices the way his shoulders relax, the way his brow unfurrows, and the smiles Hyoga tries to hide when you’re mentioned. Gen notices the way Hyoga straightens up a bit and softens around the edges when he’s with you.

• Gen knows for a fact that Hyoga is smitten with you. Now… whether or not he’d ever come to admit that is a whole new question. He’s so deep in denial and in his own worldview that he’s almost certain Hyoga would deny it until the day he dies.

• Well… not that it matters to Gen. If he can leverage Hyoga’s crush against him, then he will. Maybe then Hyoga would actually admit that he doesn’t just see you as a normal ally.

feelings realization ~ finally. . .

• After his betrayal against Tsukasa and the Kingdom of Science, Hyoga believes he’ll only feel regret that he didn’t best Senku. However… as time passes while he’s locked up, he feels more regret that he betrayed you and your trust.

• He doesn’t remember how everyone else reacted to his betrayal, but he does remember the hurt and disappointment on your face. In that moment, in fully losing, he felt like he lost something more than his ideal world— the person he wanted to share that world with.

• Hyoga fully suspects you to want nothing to do with him or Homura ever again. He suspects that he’s lost you forever— that he’ll never feel your warmth again. And the mere thought makes his heart hurt.

• In that moment, when he’s locked up and questioning why he cares so much, he finally comes to the realization that he wouldn’t care if you were just a proper ally in his eyes. He wouldn’t care so much unless he cared about you deeply.

• Part of him is disappointed— part of him blames you for bringing out a weakness in him. Surely, that weakness is the reason he lost. But… then you start visiting him.

• It starts with you bringing his food on a daily basis. Then, you bring your own food and stick around to eat with him. You engage Homura in conversation, and soon enough, him, too.

• Hyoga warms up to you all over again. You’re stronger than he ever was. He wants to call you stupid for being so willing to forgive him even though he was your enemy. However, he knows that you’ve fully considered the weight of your decision and still chose forgiveness anyway.

• He knows he could never be that way— which is why he has to admire that trait in you. Sure, perhaps kindness can be a foolish weakness… but that kindness of yours allowed you to give him a second chance.

• In its own way, that’s quite proper, isn’t it?

• Either way, he can’t help but accept that, yes. He loves you more than anything. And if there isn’t a place for romance in the Stone World, he’ll just have to carve one out himself.

• All he hopes is that, one day, you’ll be able to love him just as much. Though, he’d be unable to blame you for feeling otherwise. It’d be foolish for him to engage in such wishful thinking without facing reality.

• But… he certainly does love you. And that won’t change for a long time.

☁️ tsukasa shishio ;;

him & you ~ how it starts

• When his attention first falls on you, Tsukasa assumes it’s because you’re especially pure-hearted. You’re someone his sister would’ve loved. After all, what else could it possibly be?

• He isn’t fully sure when that viewpoint changes. All he knows is that you change from someone his sister would’ve loved to someone he wishes could’ve met her. You become someone he knows he likes to be around, and he isn’t sure why.

• He vehemently denies that it could be love because, well, it was that same emotion that was Senku, Taiju, and Yuzuriha’s downfall. Senku’s care for his friend and knowing that Taiju loved Yuzuriha is precisely why he was able to best them.

• Emotions like that were sure to become a weakness, and he’d never let that happen, so it couldn’t be that. It’s precisely why he’s never searched for Mirai. Because even if she couldn’t be revived, he couldn’t bear to see her statue come to harm.

• So what he feels for you couldn’t be that. The desire to be in your presence— the desire to confide in you and spend quiet moments with you— it isn’t love. Admiration, perhaps? Maybe friendship? With each passing day he becomes more uncertain of the answer.

• What he does know is that he makes it a point to check in on you quite a bit. He revived you for your skills and kindness… but each time he meets you it’s never about anything related to the Empire.

• Your conversations with him are notably familiar. They’re never about work like with the others he talks with. When he approaches you, he does so to check in on your well-being— to ask if there’s anything you feel you’re lacking.

• You’re the only one he walks along the beach quietly with, reminiscing about his sister and his past. Tsukasa feels inclined to tell you things he hasn’t told another.

• But it isn’t love. When he tells you about himself— hoping to show you the reasons behind his morals— it isn’t love. When he’s had a rough day plagued with regrets and he seeks you out— that isn’t love.

• Because if it is, he’s certain you’d never be happy with where his morals align. He’s certain that you hide how troubled you are beneath a kind smile.

• If he falls for you, he knows it’d kill him that you’d never agree to be by his side. So he refuses— he can’t. He’ll call the extra kindness he shows you, the leniency he takes with you, anything but what it likely is if it means saving himself the weakness that comes with that warmth.

him & co. ~ another character’s reaction — yuzuriha & taiju

• While Tsukasa is relatively good about being subtle about how he feels about you, the person that notices it first is Yuzuriha, followed closely by Taiju.

• When he’s around you, Taiju recognizes the initial upstanding guy he thought Tsukasa was. He sees no hint of hostility or distrust that he’d seen in him before. All he sees is kindness. Tsukasa never regards you with anything but a smile, and it’s enough for Taiju to firmly believe that, yeah, Tsukasa is a good guy— probably just on the wrong path.

• It’s entirely different for Yuzuriha. The reason she recognizes Tsukasa’s fondness for you so quickly is because she recognizes the way the man looks at you. It’s the same way Taiju looks at her. Fondness, warmth, love— an unspoken desire to be by someone’s side no matter what may happen.

• They both see that… but they also hear how Tsukasa talks about you. He has nothing but good things to say. Even if you’re someone who doesn’t agree with Tsukasa’s morals, he’s never expressed anything but understanding. And if someone dares disrespect you, he’s quick to shut it down.

• However, they also hear him insist that you’re just a friend— someone pure-hearted that needs to be protected. Taiju mentions to Yuzuriha that he feels like Tsukasa looks a little sad when he calls you just a friend. She sees it, too.

• When he thinks you aren’t looking, the two notice that Tsukasa’s eyes always seem to drift to you. He always has a faraway look in his eyes. Then, they see his eyes glimmer a bit with hope when you happen to catch his gaze.

• Truth be told, it makes both Taiju and Yuzuriha a little sad. If Tsukasa was honest with himself— if he wasn’t so adamant on his ways— then there’d be nothing stopping him from being happy with you. Tsukasa’s biggest obstacle is himself.

• They hope that if they eventually beat Tsukasa in this war… maybe then he’ll allow himself to be happy with you. Maybe he’ll be allowed a happy ending with you.

• Because at the end of the day, Tsukasa is a good guy, isn’t he?

feelings realization ~ finally. . .

• Tsukasa finally realizes that he loves you when it’s a little too late. He finally realizes it… but his time with you gets cut terribly short.

• At the end of the war against the Kingdom of Science, you remain by his side. You share his excitement in reviving Mirai, and you never blame him for anything that happened. You stayed by him despite everything— despite all the fighting.

• The moment he realizes that you being there is just… natural to him, he accepts that he loves you dearly. You’d stay beside him through thick and thin, you’d be an amazing role model to Mirai, and your kindness knows no end.

• He loves you and wants to protect you. If the entirety of humanity is going to be revived, he’ll protect your pure heart from any corrupt adults himself. He wants to stay by your side and love you at your best and your worst as you did for him. He wants to be your support— a quiet and safe place to retreat to.

• He just… wants to be someone that deserves the kindness you’ve shown him. He wants to be worthy of the warm love you’ve always shown. He loves you and wants to treat you in the way you deserve.

• But… his happiness is short-lived. When Mirai is revived, he tells her about his affection for you. He tells her he wants to confess— but then Hyoga fatally wounds him.

• Tsukasa realizes it’d be selfish to ask you to wait for him. When Senku chooses to freeze him, they both have no clue when he’ll be able to come back— if he’ll ever come back. Tsukasa doesn’t want you to wait for him— for the slim chance he’ll return.

• It’s then that Tsukasa decides to take it with him to the grave. If he happens to revive… if Senku somehow finds a way to petrify him… then he’ll tell you. If you still haven’t found anyone by the time he returns, he makes a promise to himself, and to Mirai, that he'll finally tell you how he feels.

• Before he’s frozen, you make a promise to him in a hushed whisper that you’ll watch over Mirai for him— that you know he’ll return one day and that you’ll be patiently waiting for him to come home.

• In those final moments before cold sleep, Tsukasa’s heart feels reassured. He should’ve realized— you’d wait for him regardless of what he said.

• Now… he just hopes he’ll be able to awaken and meet you again— to love you as you deserve.

☁️ ukyo saionji ;;

him & you ~ how it starts

• Ukyo recognizes your kindness almost immediately after you’re revived and become acclimated into the Tsukasa Empire. It’s hard for him not to stick by your side— relieved that he isn’t the only one who doesn’t agree with Tsukasa’s ideology and feels some guilt toward being unable to do a thing about it.

• Being around you so much leads him to start recognizing things beyond just an alignment of morals. You’re truly kind and caring— extending that same warmth to Tsukasa and even Hyoga. You reason that they must have their own experiences that led to having such ideals— that it isn’t an excuse not to care for them.

• You have the same idea as Ukyo for different reasons. You won’t leave the Tsukasa Empire not for reasons involving power or which side might win. It’s merely because you care for the people you revived with— you care for him.

• Ukyo wants to protect that kindness— wants to keep a war from happening in hopes that it’ll save you from ever looking sad over a lost friend. But… it isn’t love.

• No, Ukyo is certain that it’s merely a desire to protect you. After all, the world needs more people like you, so he can’t risk you getting in harm’s way. That’s it. It’s nothing beyond a desire to protect, right?

• And yet, you’re the only one that Ukyo has gotten close to in the Tsukasa Empire. He keeps everyone else at a professional distance, refusing to disclose anything about himself. When he’s with you, it seems much easier to open up. He doesn’t feel like he has to hide.

• You’re the only person he goes out of his way to check in on. When he knows you had an especially busy day or had a lot on your plate, he’ll seek you out immediately when he’s relieved of his duties. He’ll comfort you when you need it and keep you company when you desire it.

• However, he refuses to call it anything but friendship. Even if he wants to be closer to you— wants to soothe the fluttering in his heart— he can’t. Because Ukyo is continuously questioning his loyalty to Tsukasa.

• If he said anything, he’s certain you’d be used against him. If you happened to want to turncoat and leave, he knows he’d be used against you. That’s the last thing he wants.

• Because if a war is waged against the Kingdom of Science, Ukyo wants to be certain that you won’t come to harm. And something like love would become a glaring weakness— one that could be fatal.

• And this world needs more people like you.

him & co. ~ another character’s reaction — ishigami senku

• When Ukyo first defects to the Kingdom of Science, Senku immediately notices a level of hesitance for him— as if something is still holding him back. Considering how adamant Ukyo is that absolutely no one dies, Senku assumes that it isn’t just fueled by his morals.

• Then, Gen mentions seeing you and Ukyo together a while ago— and Senku can immediately tell that you’re the reason he’s so adamant on a peaceful end.

• At first, Senku assumes that maybe you’re a really good friend, perhaps a sibling? However, when he’s able to hear more from Taiju and Yuzuriha’s perspective, he can immediately tell it’s romantic, even if Ukyo himself is in denial about that fact.

• In all honesty, he isn’t one to care for romance himself, but he does care about the happiness of others. He can tell Ukyo’s seriously anxious about something happening to you— and though Senku is absolutely certain he won’t let anyone die, he knows that love can be a little illogical.

• Besides, you have your own assets that Senku could utilize. If you have the trust of a man like Ukyo, he’s certain it’s because you’re a good person. He isn’t one to push anyone into confessing— he never did with Taiju— but he will do his best to accommodate, even if he sees it as senseless.

• Because Senku does know what it’s like to lose someone— what it’s like to worry and to not want to be alone. If your presence makes Ukyo a little more confident, so be it. That’s why he’s the one who suggests looping you in and bringing you to their side.

• Hearing and later seeing how comfortable Ukyo is with you by his side is enough to confirm without a doubt that Ukyo loves you. Senku remembers seeding Ukyo when he’s serious— when he’s in the zone. It’s the complete opposite of what the man is like with you.

• With you, Ukyo is softer and much more laid back— more himself, if anything. And frankly, Senku thinks it’s illogical for Ukyo to keep hiding how he feels when it’s clear you feel the same.

• Then again, he won’t push. He’s certain Ukyo will want to make a move himself. He has faith it’ll happen one day, and Ukyo will be better for it.

feelings realization ~ finally. . .

• Given how adamant Ukyo is on protecting you, it isn’t exactly shocking that he’s the one who ends up hurt during the final battle of the war against the Tsukasa Empire.

• What does shock him is just how much it affects you. Of course, you’re kindhearted and have a loving personality— but he didn’t expect you to show so much concern for him in particular. However, the moment he gets injured, you put yourself at risk to get him to safety— spending time patching his wounds before running back to the battle.

• Your bravery paired with the care and consideration you show— add on top of that his near brush with death— all of it causes him to truly accept that he loves you. He loves you and he doesn’t want to lose you— he doesn’t want to regret the things he never said.

• When the dust finally settles— when Tsukasa is defeated, Hyoga imprisoned, and the Kingdom of Science reigns victorious— he decides to tell you how he honestly feels.

• Because you’re sure to face dangers in the future— ones he might not be there for. There may come a time where he gets hurt or otherwise incapacitated again and he won’t be able to protect you like he wants. All he wants is to be certain that, no matter what you face, you know that he loves you and is supporting you whether he’s there physically or not.

• Of course, he hesitates a bit at first. But when he starts his confession speech and hears your heart quicken— hears the way your breath hitches a bit— he knows it’s mutual and he becomes far more confident in his words.

• Finally, he can accept that he’s always loved you— that there’s no longer a reason to deny it any longer. While he knows there might come a time in the future where someone could use your love against him… he thinks the risk is worth the reward.

• Because in no world are you Ukyo’s weakness. You’re his biggest strength— and you make him strive to be better. And he’s certain that if someone tried to use you two against each other, you and him would find a way to come out on top.

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sunfortune · 1 year ago

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hiiii i recently watched kanthony (the so called bridgerton show or whatever) and was wondering if u have any fic recs... 👉👈🤭

okay i litchrally have never compiled a list bc i have read too many to keep them organized. but ill do it. Finally. for YOU.

first. my fav period setting fics <33:

tete a tete by caciopepebowl (14k~) this is REQUIRED reading to ME. its a quick read that explores kate and anthonys roles in their family. with an emphasis on KATE specifically bc of the additional hurdles of being a woman with limited funds. and anthony losing his mind on her behalf while shes breaking his heart by being like "the way i was treated was normal?? you dont know anything" and hes like "what? kate you deserved everything. you deserve ALL the love in the world!!" and shes all ">:( well if i do. you do too." . and hes like "oh. well...no. you see.. bc i suck" and shes like -_-. its really sweeeeeet and lovely <3) and really finally gave me the exploring of kates family issues that THE SHOW DID NOT!!!

the longest betrothal by caciopepebowl. (90k~) my FAVVVVV regency setting fic. its sooo good. its basically a continuation that fills in the gap AFTER they get engaged but BEFORE theyre married. and them trying SO hard to be normal about how in love they are lol. SO funny and sweet. and with IMMACULATE characterization

in vino veritas by wagamiller. (~10k) a one shot about kate going to a ladies society event and coming home drunk to anthony and him being soooo smitten with her. sauuuur cute. ive read this like 4 times <3 its soooo good

for reasons wretched and divine by penny_loaf. (~18k. locked fic. need an account.) basically kate and anthony get stuck in a time loop on that first day edwina is receiving suiters. they both think theyre alone in the loop and its depressing until they realize the other is stuck with them too. they try to break the loop and fail repeatedly. after a while they just give up and start fucking bc theres no consequences so who cares LOL. surprisingly tender and sweet

the harsh light of day by burnerraccount. (~22k. locked) explicit one shot. kate has the idea that they should fuck before they get married so theres less pressure on the wedding night. she decides all this without mentioning it to anthony (LOL). so she shows up at his house the night before their wedding. and his footman is like "theres a woman outside to see you" and he in all his goofy almost-married bliss is like "i dont want to see Any woman but my gorgeous, beautiful, amazing WIFE" and his footman is like "well. you see.. it is your wife. uh fiance" and anthonys like "[voice crack] huh ?". very FUNNY

green in its many hues by burnerraccount. kate and anthony decide they are going to be chaste and proper leading up to their wedding. they suck at it SO bad lol

next. modern AUS my best friends <33:

la semi dolce vita by caciopepebowl (~170k) my FAVVVV modern au of ALL time. kate is a private chef. anthonys family hires her when they go on vacation. hes being so normal about it. i promise. this is one of the best characterizations of kate AND anthony in a modern setting. with an extra emphasis on focusing on kate issues. and not JUST anthonys. which is what makes the dynamic sooo good. 10/10. hot. and i love LOVE <3

close encounters of the acutest kind by caciopepebowl (WIP ~74k. only incomplete fic ill put on this list i PROMMY. bc its by the prev author. and i Looove their writing and its sooo good so far <3) kate and anthony meet for the first time the DAY her dad died which is also the SAME DAY hyacinth is born. theyre both having a panic attack and end up running into the same empty hospital room to have it. are then intrinsically linked forever. as one is. run into each other multiple times over the years. with different feelings each time. and they are so normal (lying) <3. i love them

chosen & cherished by trash4ficsaboutlurv. (~42k) this is so underrated. kate runs a charity organization. anthony is CEO of whatever the fuck. she goes to his company when theyre holding some audition for what charity theyre going to invest in and kate is the last speaker and when its finally her turn he barely even pays attention. and shes exhausted and overworked and just oveeeer it All. so she ends the meeting and tells him to go fuck himself. LOL. genuinely really good. and hot <3

sidelines by ramarro. (~60k) this was THE quintessential kanthony modern AU in 2022. kates an artist who sees a picture of anthony on tinder and thinks he looks obnoxious (lol) but screenshots the photo so she can use his arms/hands for sketching practice. and then she see him and his grown ass on a date with her BABY sister. and shes like well i was right about him. and lets him know to his face how she feels (LOL). its wild. it slays. read it. theres an explicit follow up to it which also slays

three cities and we never lived here by ramarro. (~25k, ~40k) very different modern au where kate and anthony meet on vacation and are very casual with them both not looking for anything (genuinely for once lol) and then seeing each other multiple times over 2-3 years in different cities and still keeping it casual. but slowly slowly slowlyyyy it doesnt feel as casual as it used to. theres 2 fics in this. the first is kates pov. the second is anthony. both very good.

just go with it by suitsusboth. (~18k) kate when booking a flight sees the potential titles like ms, mrs, dr, and "viscountess" listed as a legit option and has a laugh like whos picking this goofy shit and accidentally clicks it. and then on her flight gets upgraded to first class next to anthony bc they assumed she was his wife. and he tries to be mad about it. but well. hes stupid for her in every universe so lol. funny and sweet

the air i breathe and the bane of my existance by the_loosest_moose. (image fic) these are textfics told through instagram, twitter, article and text message screenshots. with some regular text. would just check them out to gauge how you feel about the storytelling method. very fun reads once you get the hang of it

heirlooms by waterlilyrose. (~12k) modern au where kate gets anthonys ring stuck on her finger for days and has to wait to get it off. he is of course very normal about it

a devils love by irony_rocks. (~57k) this may not be for everyone but kanthony season came out around the same time as The Batman (2022) and as someone who was crazy insane about both. this was the MOMENT for me in spring 2022. its a crime mafia type au where kates character is inspired by selina kyle and the pebble lounge she worked at in the batman movie. and well. if youre about that specific combo check it out. its not a batman au

break point (series) by penny_loaf. (multiple. ~25k) this a tennis au which you wouldnt think would be that deep but it is and its sooooo good. it really delves into the pressure of the world its set in on top of the issues kate and anthony ALREADY have. and as an ANGST and crazy, complicated characters STAN...very GORGEOUS to ME <3 and hot

take me home by kendal_lynne. (~12k) romcom type explicit one shot where kate makes the mistake of telling anthony her ex couldnt make her come. and hes all like i can do it volunteer as tribute PLEASE PKLEASE PLEASE PICK ME CHOOSE ME PLWASEE etc

we never made a sound by writergirl8. (~4k) spy au that was soooooo good and sexy. i wish it was longer

with elaichi by serendipityinwords (~6k) the two biggest bitches at a dinner party find out they're soulmates. LOL. hilarious dialogue

theres probably more i loved that im not remembering rn and maybe ill update this but for now have fun! yippee <3

#to everyone who doesnt gaf sorry for this long ass post #to everyone who does care this took 3 HOURS dont ever say i never did anything for youuuyuyu!!!#bridgerton #kanthony fic #kathony fic rec #kanthony fanfiction #kanthony #kathony #LONG POST #bridgerton*#kathony fanfiction #kathony fic

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thinkofmehoney · 10 months ago

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“A Place for You to Rest”

⇢ Summary: Choso asks Nanami to teach him how to cook, so he can prepare a meal for Yuji. He gets frustrated when he can’t do it perfectly, feeling the pressure of trying to be the best older brother for Yuji after the death of his younger brothers. But Nanami sees this, and when the anxiety it’s getting the best out of Choso, he’s right there to help him.

⇢ contents: NOT SHIP CONTENT!, slice of life, found family, fluff and angst, emotional hurt/comfort, Choso needs a hug, Nanami is a good dad, insecure Choso, canon compliant

⇢ notes: in this au Nanami is like 40, Choso is a half curse so he’s still 150 but appears early 20’s, and Yuji is 10. I haven’t really thought much about details but I’ll probably do it in another occasion!

Ao3 link is in the title

⇢ word count: 1.3k app

“Is it like this?” Choso asked, a little unsure as he roughly chopped onions. He looked really focused, almost stressed.

Nanami observed his movements, and he spoke with the gentle, fatherly tone that characterized him. “Try to slice them in finer pieces. Like this”

Nanami chopped another onion with ease, he has learned to enjoy cooking with the years, ever since he realized that cooking meant he would spent time eating delicious food with his little family.

Choso looked, trying to mimic Nanami’s controlled movements. He frowned at the onion, “I’m trying, but I just… Can’t manage to get it right.”

Choso was starting to sweat and he hasn’t even started to cook the actual meal yet. He asked Nanami for guidance on how to cook, because he didn’t really knew how and also because he wanted to make Yuji’s lunch for school tomorrow.

Choso wanted to be useful, he didn’t want to just live off of Yuji’s dad, the least he could do was to learn how to cook properly. In this way, he hoped he could feel more comfortable too, after all, Nanami wasn’t his dad, so Choso was only living there because he was Yuji’s half-human half brother.

Being the observant man he was, Nanami could notice the way Choso clumsily and hastily chopped the onions. Not because he wasn’t capable of doing it right, but because he was too frustrated.

“Choso, hey, slow down.” He adviced, he didn’t knew if it was the onion, but Choso’s eyes slowly filled with tears.

“I-I can’t, I have to get this ready for Yuji, and you should’ve been sleeping fifteen minutes ago for work if it wasn’t for me.” He desperately explained.

“Kid, calm down, or else you-“ Thump

“Ouch!” Choso dropped the knife on the counter after cutting the tip of his finger.

With a hand on his back, Nanami quickly guided him to the sink to rinse and cool down the wound. It was nothing really, he wasn’t even human after all, he could heal that little cut in a few seconds.

But the way Nanami carefully rinsed it, taking care of him like Choso’s father never did, made him feel warm and safe, like if there was nothing to worry about, because his dad was there for him.

Except, of course, Nanami wasn’t his dad.

“I told you, kid, those knifes are really sharp.” He reprimanded him softly, he used some paper towels to wrap his finger. “Hold this tightly, okay?”

Choso just nodded, looking down at his hands. He didn’t had any words left to say, a little taken aback by the cut.

Nanami sighed, crossing his arms on his chest, leaning back on the kitchen isle. “Now, what is it?”

Confused, Choso tried to answer. “What?”

Nanami gave him a knowing look, and Choso felt like he had been caught. “Choso, you’re the calmest person I’ve ever met in my life. Why are you so distressed?”

Choso only looked at him, trying to hold his gaze, but his lower lip quickly formed a pout, tears filled his eyes. “I just… I just wanted to learn how to cook…”

He sniffed, holding his wounded finger and letting his tears fall. “I want to make sure I can cook a proper meal if Yuji is hungry.” He sobbed softly. “I want to be a good brother.”

Nanami’s eyes softened, seeing Choso crying and holding his injured finger made him look so small, just like when Yuji was even littler. He uncrossed his arms, speaking softer now.

“Choso, you are a good brother to Yuji, you’ve always been.” He tried to comfort him.

Choso sniffed, roughly trying to wipe his incessant tears with his sleeves. “I just… I want to protect him, to be useful.” He cried. “He said he wanted to cook with me, b-but I didn’t know how, I was too embarrassed to say so… So instead I told him I’ll cook with him tomorrow.” he explained, looking at Nanami.

Nanami felt like it was deeper than that, it was more than just wanting to be able to cook with Yuji. He knew that Choso’s younger brothers died some years ago, and that it affected him greatly.

Choso felt like he had to be the best, that perfection had to be his starting point. But even if he didn’t believe it, he was still human, and humans weren’t perfect.

Nanami took a step closer, tilting his head to see him better. “Choso, I can see how much you’re struggling, but you have to take it easier on yourself.” He sighed, it was difficult to see Choso so hurt.

He continued. “I know you’ve been through some painful moments, kid. I know you feel that losing your brothers was your fault.”

Choso opened his mouth, about to say something when Nanami shook his head. “It wasn’t your fault, Choso. But you’re carrying a heavy burden on your shoulders. You’re doing your best now with Yuji, both him and I can see that.”

Choso looked up at Nanami, feeling like he would never stop crying after this. He didn’t know how much he needed to hear that until now.

Nanami continued. “Yuji looks up to you, Choso. Not because you’re perfect, but because you’re there for him, you’re willing to learn and to grow for his sake and that shows how much of a good brother you are.”

He hoped his words could comfort him at least a bit, and they did. Choso nodded, still trying to wipe those tears. Nanami just gave him a soft smile and extended his arms at him. “Come here.”

Choso looked at him for a moment, and then immediately let himself be hugged by Nanami. He felt protected in such a warm hug—like everything might actually be alright.

He hugged him back, letting himself cry on his shoulder, and for a moment, Choso simply let himself be held. He buried his face into Nanami’s shoulder, his tears soaking into the fabric of his shirt. He didn’t care; it was the comfort he’d been craving for so long.

“Thank you, dad.” He didn’t even had time to think about what he said when the word had already slipped out of his lips. His eyes widened, trying to separate from the hug. “I-I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean to-“

But to his surprise, Nanami pulled him in again, into a protective hug, gently patting his back. “It’s okay.” he murmured reassuringly, almost like a coo. “If you want to call me that, it’s okay.”

Choso’s eyes widened and filled up with tears again, he felt so relieved that Nanami accepted him. He’s never had an actual father figure before, and he didn’t know he craved one so bad until now.

“Dad…” For the first time, he felt like he belonged somewhere, it wasn’t just him and Yuji against the world, now he knew that there was someone that could take care and protect them too. “Thank you… thank you so much.” he cried

Nanami chuckled, caressing Choso’s hair. “You’re welcome.” He looked down at him. “To be honest… I would’ve been upset if after all these years you didn’t consider me as a part of your family.”

They both laughed at that, and after a few minutes, Choso felt more calmed. Nanami patted his back comfortingly, and held the onion and knife again.

“I’ll show you an easier way to do this, okay? We’ll do this together, it doesn’t have to be perfect.”

Choso nodded, holding the knife and the onion too. “Alright, dad. I’ll do my best.”

thank you for reading!! reblogs are greatly appreciated! <3

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nights-at-crystarium · 7 months ago

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Hooooo boy ALRIGHT *rubs my hands together*

I'd already committed to making Fragments when I realized that building up a new character (wol/oc) could be done through other characters. Perhaps that's not even needed in some short and simple npc ship story, which this story's grown out of. My ambition's proportionate to your support and encouragement, seeing that people like what I do, I felt more confident to indulge and go deeper, write a proper ShB love letter, as I like to refer to Fragments nowadays.

At the same time I don't wanna overhype something that's never been in the plans. I'm adamant about keeping this story focused, anything that gets more than 1-2 comic panels is relevant to Vivi in some way, hence you won't see, let's say, a detour to uriancred even though I ship them. Try to please everyone, end up pleasing no one. If we at some point asked ourselves "what does this have to do with wolgraha?" that'd mean the story's lost its direction and crawled apart. And, why, yes, wolemet has EVERYTHING to do with wolgraha, glad that I realized it before it was too late!!

That being the logical reason, I also can't force myself to write about those who don't quite make it to my blorbo tier. Alisaie gets a lot of attention, while Alphinaud's just. There. Sorry :'> Still he has reasons to stay out of this, they just don't vibe that well with Vivi.

I may be unable to give equal amount of screentime and thoughtful approach to everyone in the ShB cast, but those who got lucky to be relevant to Vivi AND feed my brainworms will get their due tributes.

There's a risk that you won't unsee this once I point it out: the comic's still in the introduction phase where I shamelessly grab a character to tell something about Vivi. Of course I'm trying to be subtle, I also must respect said character, consider what they would and wouldn't do. ShB has brilliant, masterful characterization that's super easy to work with imo. Everyone feels like a person, you just analyze them a bit, see what makes them tick.

Speaking of real, I just can't imagine them sitting at a dining table in their battle outfits. What the fuck. No. Hence I gave them some casual clothes. I like it when things are grounded, when they make sense. I ask a lot of hows and whys.

On the topic of the Scions (not) being yesmen to the wol: that's simply the whole premise of Fragments, they mix like oil and water with Vivi. The writing process went like: Vivi falls for Exarch. Why not for ARRRaha? He doesn't only like Exarch, he likes the First as a whole. Why? He's happy to leave the Source behind. The Scions belong to the Source. Scions = duty = bad for Vivi. Why duty bad for Vivi? Oh he's just a pathetic piece of shit who wants to be Free. I gave him the archetype of a manic pixie dream boy from the start, then I just overanalyzed what it means for a guy that's supposed to be a selfless nodding hero.

Conflict's more fun to explore than total agreement. Are we there to be entertained, or what? That being said, conflict for the sake of conflict could become just as bland, balance is key as they say.

#okay wow that's a lot of yapping #but thank you so much for this discussion it genuinely keeps me alive #replies #fragments feedback

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kurishiri · 6 months ago

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Alfons Sylvatica ┊ Your hand please, my lady

꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ @ notice ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ this translation may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties due to narrative flow and characterization purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but please don’t repost these or claim these as your own!

— alfons’ story from victor’s butler collection event; i forgot exactly how many times sent were needed, but it was definitely above 400. i feel the need to say here that honey is sometimes used as a sexual euphemism...

— cw: suggestiveness and semi-public sexual activity. awkwardly translated smut.

[BLACK]

In accordance with the Evil King’s game, Alfons was to be my butler for one day’s time, and——

Alfons: My Lady. ...Lady Kate.

Kate: Mm...

Alfons: Morning has come— it’s time to get up.

A: If you don’t... why, perhaps a kiss may do the trick?

Kate: ...ugh, I’m getting up!!

[KATE’S ROOM]

Getting up noisily from the bed, my eyes met with Alfons’ smiling ones.

Alfons: Good morning to you, Lady Kate.

Kate: Good morning...

(I see, today was the day he was to be my butler... if my memory serves.)

It was unusual to see Alfons up earlier than me, so I couldn’t help but take a long look at him, when...

Alfons: ...My Lady.

All of a sudden, the distance between us closed.

Kate: W-what is it?

(He was saying something like maybe waking me up with a kiss, but...)

(Is he still going to commit to that, even after I’m up?)

He may be a butler for a day, sure, but such a thing was not necessarily beyond Alfons either.

Alfons: Based on your complexion today, I would suggest Western-style clothes. Does that strike your fancy?

With a pleasant smile, Alfons proposed today’s style for me, and I pushed down the question in my mind.

Alfons: Oh, and I will style your hair a bit on the lighter side. Between lavender and rose, which fragrance might you prefer?

Kate: Umm...then I’ll go with lavender.

Upon my answer, Alfons started preparations with brisk motions.

Alfons: Ahh, and while we’re at it, there is one more thing...

Kate: Y-yes!?

Alfons: What would you like for breakfast? Would some scrambled eggs, made with freshly procured ingredients, suit your palette?

Kate: ...Whatever you recommend is fine.

[GAZEBO - TIME SKIP]

Kate: ...Well, this is unexpected.

It was now the afternoon, and we were in Crown castle’s gazebo enjoying tea,

when Alfons tilted his head, the gesture graceful.

Alfons: Well, I’ll be...how should I take such a statement? My Lady.

Kate: I mean, when I was playing a maid [1] for you...

—— Flashback ——

[DINING ROOM]

Alfons: Are you aware of the purpose behind this kind of role play?

A: It’s to free yourself. To forget your ‘true’ self, so to speak, and setting aside both shame and reason...

A: ...and to focus solely on things that feel good.

—— End flashback ——

[GAZEBO]

Kate: But, right now you’re not playing around, and it’s like you are a genuine butler——

Alfons: ——and that you ‘fail to see the part where I’m focusing solely on things that feel good,’ I take it.

Kate: ...That’s right.

Alfons: Well, is that not a good thing then? What has you in such a pickle?

Kate: U-um... it’s not that...

Alfons: ...Ahh, or could it be?

A: Did My Lady Kate perhaps want me, her butler, to do naughty things?

Kate: ...!

Having hit the bull’s eye, my breath hitched, and Alfons giggled in response.

Alfons: Since this morning, you’ve never failed to make an unfulfilled face, no?

A: Goodness gracious, to think such a way toward your ever-so prim and proper butler, it would appear My Lady has been influenced by quite a bad man indeed. (＾▽＾)

Kate: Indeed. ...Said ‘bad man’ is a man named Alfons Sylvatica.

When I gave a name, Alfons shrugged his shoulders in jest.

Alfons: My Lady...if you do wish for such naughty play, then one order from you would be all it takes.

A: After all, I am your very loyal butler...so, by all means, go on?

He made such an invitation, politely waiting upon me, and those immoral, immodest desires were getting drawn out of me.

(But...what would be good?)

Alfons: Were I told to lick your shoes, lick them I will do, yes?

Kate: I-I won’t order that!

Alfons: Well then, where shall I lick?

(I’m not really sure what’s going on, but I guess the ‘licking’ part is set in stone...?)

(...If that’s the case...)

I took the honey pot that was sitting on the table,

and scooped up some honey, letting it drip onto the back of my hand.

Kate: ...I’ve gotten it dirty, so please lick it clean.

Alfons: My Lady has bad manners, doesn’t she.

Alfons brought my hand to his lips, getting rid of the golden honey.

Kate: ...!

Even after he licked the honey clean from the back of my hand, he didn’t stop there, his tongue making his way between my closed fingers,

licking and sucking on each of them like a candy bar.

The sensation of his soft tongue, his breath, and the wet sounds that he made at times...everything about it ended up feeling obscene.

Alfons: ngh... Are there any other places that got dirtied?

Kate: Here...too.

I took another scoopful of honey, this time dripping it on my collarbone.

Alfons: Hehe, dripping it on yourself in such a place...quite saucy of you, no?

After licking the honey clean from my collarbone, Alfons unbuttoned my blouse.

Kate: Huh...?

Alfons: The honey has made its way down, you see.

The honey hadn’t made its way so far down, yet his tongue made its way to my chest.

Kate: Ah...I-I’m fine now!

At this rate, I would end up wanting to do something very unbefitting of our surroundings, and in a panic, I pushed Alfons’ chest.

Alfons: You hardly seem ‘fine’ to me, though?

Alfons ignored my resistance, smiling with amusement as he lifted my skirt.

Kate: W-what are you——

Alfons: See...you’re practically bursting with ‘honey’ down here as well, aren’t you.

Bringing his face between his legs...he ate me out with my underwear still on.

Kate: Ahh...! ngh...

He had my knees pushed down, so I couldn’t escape.

With him sucking through the cloth, not touching me directly, a tantalizing pleasure came about.

Alfons: Hehe, how darling you are, My Lady...do allow me to take responsibility and clean you right up, alright?

Fin.

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NOTES:

[1] For those who may be a bit of a newer player (since this was a relatively earlier event), this is referring to a separate event, featuring Kate being a maid! It had Alfons featured as the ECB. It’s already been released in the EN server a while back, but I’m using my own translation in the flashback.

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bonefall · 8 months ago

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going to the star spoilers thread and seeing that icestar make owlnose of all cats deputy was certainly ..... something. who's the leading candidate for bb icestar's deputy?

This is actually going to depend a lot based on how I overhaul the politics of RiverClan. It is getting a MASSIVE shakeup, because BB!ASC is going to explore power vacuums.

Canon!RiverClan is full of "nobody" warriors who haven't been characterized, both because we've spent very little time with them historically AND because the writers made the choice to spend barely any time with them in this arc too. This is an issue.

Instead of how canon made it so that RiverClan couldn't find a leader so they all forgot how to do the chores they did their whole lives, THIS time, I'm going to show a bunch of highly qualified warriors breaking up into cliques and descending into in-fighting.

To do this, I have two objectives;

Revamp my RiverClan Family Tree a bit to base a finalized allegiance list on... plus pad it out some more so I can handle the mass exodus that will be happening at the end of the arc.

Characterize extra competitors for RiverClan's leadership, mostly from scratch, along with their key supporters.

Splashtail will be ending up on top through a mixture of imitating Curlfeather and utter luck. My plan is to portray him as someone others might think is manipulative and charismatic, when in reality, he's coasting off the waves of someone who had victory within reach and gave it all up to save her daughter.

(and tigerHeartstar's occupation will be the turning point, as Splashtail unites RiverClan against their common enemy to put himself in power. FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT)

I also want to make ASC's attempted theme of "connecting to the past" more meaningful by drawing parallels to this and the Collapse of the River Kingdom.

In fact (been waiting a while to share THIS little idea!) I'm heavily considering that BB!ASC is the end of RiverClan as we know it, and from here on, it's the RiverClan Republic. Give it a slightly different ruling system and allow its culture to change significantly, like how I approach BB!SkyClan.

So... the short answer is that I don't have the pieces for the proper list of "candidates" yet, because a LOT more cats are gonna become eligable.

The parallel short answer is that if I had to pick NOW, it would be Minnowtail, who is going to be receiving her boyfriend Mousewhisker early in this arc and has a very long history with Icewing as an ex-DF trainee. Curious, bold, and insightful, she's someone they can trust as an organized deputy.

(Mousewhisker running across the border rom-com style because he's decided that the time is now to finally be with his secret lover of many years, only to arrive just after a major battle like "oh... is this a bad time?")

#better bones au #BB!ASC #BB!RiverClan #BB!Mousewhisker #BB!Minnowtail #Asc spoilers

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thatpersonwhosaidtheywouldnt · 10 months ago

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Thinking about how the biggest reason I think the Young Justice show went with the origin they did for Wally and Barry (Wally doing the experiment Barry did, Barry doing the experiment Jay did) is because the creators of the show did not include the Speed Force. Greg Weisman does not like the idea, doesn't see the point of it (and in my opinion clearly misunderstands it) someone on Reddit did a write up on it if you wanna see all he's said here.

So what's this gotta do with the Flash origins in YJA vs comics? Well, first off, the Speed Force was something Mark Waid created to unify the Flash's powers and bring a bit of sense to them:

"It really was just a matter of trying to unify the powers. Barry and Wally's origins were identical, but Jay ostensibly got his speed by inhaling 'hard water,' a.k.a. 'ice.' I never really thought of it as 'mystical' in any real sense, just scientific --- or as scientific as you can get when you're talking about what happens on the other side of lightspeed (which was my original pitch, an idea that to this day I can remember its exact moment of birth)" (Waid from Ask Chris #317 here )

So without the Speed Force, YJA had to solve a problem Waid had solved with the Speed Force a different way. Waid chose not to or didn't have the option to change Wally's origin from being the exact same as Barry's so he made it make sense through the Speed Force, in essence, choosing Wally (and Barry and Jay and every other speedster). YJA had the option so they went a different way.

Barry was always inspired by Jay Garrick. In comics he was a lucky fanboy who got the powers of his favorite comic character and took his name. In YJA, he's not lucky, he, instead, performs the same experiment that gave Jay speed on himself (YJA Barry is simply more unhinged because what).

Wally, similarly, was also a lucky fanboy who got the powers of his favorite superhero (who happened to be the guy his aunt was dating... Very lucky). In YJA... Well it's the same as Barry again expect he's a literal child performing an experiment on himself which puts him in the hospital (comics Wally is notably fine, just wet from the chemicals).

I think it's a pretty significant change to make Barry and Wally want and grab for the superpowers of their heroes (and beg to be a hero before having those powers in Wally's case) instead of them being super fans that have powers thrust upon them. Powers they choose to use for good but not powers they chose.

And then we have Bart... See, with Bart, things are very different. They have to be. Bart's first appearance is in the exact same comic as the first appearance of the Speed Force. Getting rid of it... Basically gets rid of Bart.

Of course, he's in YJA, so that's not quite true. And, admittedly, I think there were ways to do Bart more accurately without the Speed Force... But it's hard. And YJA essentially avoided making a proper attempt at all and made a fully new character. Instead of him being raised in virtual reality while his body was speed aging due to his biological connection to the Speed Force, he is raised in a post-apocalyptic dystopia. He pretends to be chaotic, impulsive, and sorta dumb but is actually very calculating, a bit cynical, and jaded. He is an interesting character for sure... but he's definitely an original character in all but name, and you can see the character type they took inspiration from - the likes of Cable, Future Trunks (Dragon Ball), and Silver the Hedgehog, instead of his original characterization (a characterization I think is much more original and lacks a character that's similar). A final, more minor point, is that the lack of the Speed Force seems to be why he had to build his own time machine, unable to run through time as in comics.

Bart, in comics, is chaotic, whimsical, and impulsive. He was born in the far future because of some chaotic time travel-related reasons, and his father and aunt (the Tornado Twins) were killed soon after his birth. He was taken by the Earth government (in a roundabout way), run by his grandfather (who happens to be a descendant of the Thawne family... making Bart related to Professor Zoom), and instead of trying to stop his speed aging, merely observed him while raising him in a virtual reality. Iris breaks him out and they time travel to the past to get help from Wally. Through a series of events, Wally ends up handing Bart over to Max Mercury (basically the Speed Force expert) to raise cause Iris dipped and Wally is not capable of raising a teenager. Max, Bart's main parental figure, is not and cannot be in YJA because the Speed Force not existing or being known of, makes that impossible. It is the most intrinsic to his character out of all speedsters.

Much of Bart's character arc has him have to learn that life is not a video game and he does not get a do-over. There is a very powerful arc where Bart (who has this speed force power of essentially making clones of himself) loses one of his speed force clones and feels the death of his clone as if he died as well. It terrifies him. But without the Speed Force, without the powers that create that arc, this is not something that can be explored in the cartoon. YJA Bart is, in some ways, the opposite of his comic counterpart. He clearly understands death well; it's all he knows, a dying world. He likely expects to die himself traveling to the past like he does. Bart in the cartoon has to learn different lessons.

I think at the end of the day, this choice to ignore the Speed Force (and therefore the center of Flash lore since the mid 90's), is a bit disrespectful. I don't think Weisman saw it that way, of course. To him it seems he was adapting the Flash lore prior to that. Which does make some sense, seeing as Wally was Kid Flash and the Speed Force is very much tied to Wally's time as the Flash (something he never gets to be in YJA). And I am not saying I dislike Wally in this show, in fact that show is why he's one of my favorite characters. But I think it's all interesting to think about... And I do think the Flashes are much better handled in their comics, no matter the love I have for Wally in the show (except maybe the letting Barry be a dad part). But it's the nature of adaptations I suppose. Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk. 🫡

#young justice cartoon #wally west #kid flash #barry allen #jay garrick #the flash #bart allen #impulse #speed force #dc comics #dc comics meta #young justice cartoon meta

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picturejasper20 · 11 months ago

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From someone who is in the Danny Phantom fandom, to fans from Fairly Oddparents: If you wonder the why of x bad characterization or why it is better in A New Wish, you can always blame it on Butch Hartman's writing decisions and the show becoming a longrunner. (Something that i assume a lot of you probably do).

¨Why do Cosmo and Wanda feel better written?¨ Because they got flanderized in the original series over the course of the seasons and the A New Wish writers are trying to write them more like they used to be in the earlier seasons.

¨Why Peri/Poof is more entertaining in A New Wish?¨ Because the writers gave him something to add to the show and has proper direction

¨Why Hazel feels like Chloe but properly written?¨ Again, because she has proper direction and she feels more like she has her own personality

Most of these why questions can be explained by just Butch Hartman's bad decisions, network demands and the original show running out of ideas/ losing its touch after so many episodes.

#fairly oddparents #fop a new wish #butch hartman #Reminder that Butch Hartman wrote Danny Phantom Season 3 the way he did while knowing it would make it worse and yet still went with it

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ibelieveinahappilyeverafter · 4 months ago

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A Stone's Throw Away - Chapter 1

A/N: I threatened the Stobotnik tag on Tumblr that they would soon know who I am and I am now fulfilling that threat/promise. With that, my first chapter of a story that will probably end up covering all 3 movies! Possibly 4 by the time we get there! Excuse the long author's note, but a few quick things to knock out:

This story will have alternating POVs, so the first chapter will be from Stone's POV, the next will be from Ivo's, etc. HUGE shoutout to everyone in this fandom and all the amazing work they've been doing! There's way too many people to list for inspiration, so I'll just say that a large part of how I characterize these two comes from Sevi007's "Coffee and Mayhem" series and Amorous_Flammetta's various works.

I hope you enjoy!

Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog - All Media Types, Sonic the Hedgehog (Live Action Universe)

Characters: Dr Eggman | Dr. Robotnik, Agent Stone, Commander Walters

Rating: Teen Audiences

Summary:

“Now, I know you’re likely worried we’re throwing you to the wolves again before you’re fully recovered from you last mission, but that’s not why you’re here," Walters said, smile tense at the edges. “Although we do need your skills.”

“I’m more than happy to go wherever I’m needed,” Stone said, tilting his lips up into a smile he had practiced for years. As usual, it was the perfect mix of submissive and understanding.

“Good to hear, Agent. Luckily, it’s nothing too strenuous. In fact, you’ll be staying on base for this one. You’ll be acting as an assistant to one of our scientists.” An assistant. To a scientist. Even if he was grounded from field work until he was healed, that was... odd.

“May I ask what scientist I’ll be working under?” Stone asked, unable to keep all of the caution from his voice. He felt justified when Walters visibly winced.

“Well, he’s one you might have heard of before, actually.” Walters hesitated, cleared his throat, and then spoke as if he hadn’t so clearly revealed his nervous demeanor. “You’ll be assigned to Dr. Ivo Robotnik.”

AO3 Link: A Stone's Throw Away

Word Count: 5,711

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Stage 1 : Agent Stone's New Mission

“...and take two of these before bed every night.” Taking the rattling orange pill bottle that was being dangled in his face, he tucked it away with the three others that had already been given to him. It was only thanks to the large pockets of the lounge pants he had been given that they even fit. “You’ll also need to keep your bandages from getting wet for forty-eight more hours. Understand, Aban?”

Withholding the urge to scowl at hearing a name he no longer used said in such a familiar way by a nurse he had never met, Agent Stone smiled. “Of course, Nurse Rines.” On another occasion he might have made some vapid remark to make himself seem thankful for her “help,” but his irritation was too high for him to risk it. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m sure Commander Walters is already waiting for me to arrive.”

“If he has any sense, he’ll be patient,” Rhines snapped, sharp and sudden and enough for Stone to feel some mild amusement. It was nice, at least, to see others who held no lost love for the Commander of the military base they were stationed on. “You shouldn’t be leaving the ward at all, yet, if you ask me.”

“Unfortunately, orders are orders. If you’ll excuse me.” Awkwardly resisting the urge to adjust a suit jacket that wasn’t there, Stone gave a single nod before exiting the medical ward and out onto the base proper.

The familiar sights of marching soldiers, recruits being yelled at, and higher-ups looking ready to shoot someone was something of a reassurance, at least. The sharp cold of a new year helped with getting him to focus, too.

Fixing up his outfit as best he could, which was little more than lounge pants and a thin, long-sleeved shirt in shades of grey, and a scuffed pair of shoes likely from a lost-and-found, Stone began walking. Thankfully, he at least didn’t have to deal with anyone trying to stop and talk to him.

He saluted those of higher rank as he passed, gave the occasional nod to fellow agents, and met new recruits with a menacing stare or two. Essentially, he played his part of highly decorated and efficient Agent Stone who was the perfect government agent, ready to follow America’s orders and fade into the background with a vague, polite smile whenever on base.

He was grasping onto that image he had built with both hands and doing everything he could to not swear and curse out every idiot that bumped into him because they couldn’t see three inches past their pathetic lives.

Normally he could hide his irritation better, but not with broken ribs, multiple contusions, and various bullet holes that still had stitches in them. The feeling of walking around in what might as well have been pajamas also did nothing to help his mood. It likely wasn’t helping his image, either.

If the higher-ups he worked for were smart, he would be going home to rest and heal for at least three weeks. If any of them cared, he would be in the medical ward for another four days. Instead, however, he was doing his best to not limp his way towards the office of Commander Walters for a meeting where, doubtlessly, he would be given a new mission — because his last one hadn’t come close enough to killing him, he supposed.

He knew better than to draw attention to himself, however. So he would bite his tongue, nod at whatever useless aftercare instructions he was given, put on a polite smile, and pretend that his whole body wasn’t pounding in a rhythm that screamed go home.

Thankfully, if nothing else, he didn’t need to wait before Walters was calling him into his office. “Good to see you back on your feet, Agent. You had us all worried for a minute, being rushed in like you were.”

Not worried enough to let me actually heal instead of being stitched back together with string and glue, Stone thought to himself, locking the words tightly behind his teeth and instead responding with a neutral, “Thank you, sir.”

“Please, sit.” Walters gestured to the chair in front of his desk before re-taking his own seat. Stone followed the unspoken order to sit himself, taking a quick glance around the office. It hadn’t changed much from the last time he had been in, still filled with too much red and too many ego-boosting achievements. The only new thing was a picture of whom he assumed were Walters’ granddaughters.

He turned his attention back to Walters before it could be noticed it had strayed at all. Thankfully, Walters didn’t look noticeably anxious or uneasy, which meant whatever Stone was there for wasn’t something that was likely to get him killed in the next month. That didn’t mean it wouldn’t be dangerous or life-threatening, though.

“Now, I know you’re likely worried we’re throwing you to the wolves again before you’re fully recovered, but that’s not why you’re here.” Ah, but Walters was tense. Work of a more sensitive nature was likely being assigned to him, then. Undercover, likely, if Walters was so openly acknowledging his injuries. “Although we do need your skills.”

“I’m more than happy to go wherever I’m needed,” Stone said, tilting his lips up into a smile he had practiced for years. As usual, it was the perfect mix of submissive and understanding.

“Good to hear, Agent. Luckily, it’s nothing too strenuous. In fact, you’ll be staying on base for this one, so you’ll have full access to your apartment and something of a normal working schedule.” Walters smiled like he had just told an actual joke, Stone forcing himself to return the smile.

Thankfully, Walters continued with relevant information, “You’ll be acting as an assistant to one of our scientists.” Oh? Like hell it was as simple as that if they were so eager to throw him at a scientist of all things. The fact they were ignoring medical guidelines and forcing Stone back into work when he had almost died on a mission earlier last month? Whatever was going on, it wasn’t just being an assistant.

“May I ask what scientist I’ll be working under?” Stone asked, unable to keep all of the caution from his voice. He felt justified when Walters visibly winced.

“Robotnik?” The name burst out of him in surprised confusion before he could help himself. ‘Might have heard of’ was more than an understatement. While the more ridiculous rumors touted him as a machine from the future or some such nonsense, Stone had learned enough to know that the man had earned his reputation as someone not to cross.

Stone had never worked with him directly, but he had been assigned on some of the missions Stone had been a part of. He had seen enough to know just how much of a threat he was. It was why he tried to pull himself together quickly, starting with a hesitant, “I didn’t know he was without an assistant. He’s been here for quite some time, hasn’t he?”

“He has, yes.” Walters fell silent, Stone growing uneasy and stilling the urge to fidget like he was a fresh-faced recruit. “Son, I’m going to be clear with you.”

Walters folded his hands together and leaned over his desk as if to convey power and control. Stone was unimpressed, but he was well used to keeping on his mask of dutiful agent. If Walters needed casual power plays to feel like he was in charge, then who was Stone to stop him? “We’ve been attempting to assign an assistant to Dr. Robotnik for some time now. As you might not know, government scientists-”

“Are required to have a government liaison and assistant to help communicate between different branches.” Stone bit back an aggravated sigh at himself, annoyed that he let his tone go so flat and dry. “Apologies, sir, my recovery is… slower than I would like. I will do better to control my frustrations over this.”

As usual, as always, reminding a higher ranking military man that he had been injured in the line of duty was enough for any irritation to disappear behind the mask of friendly understanding. It was a card he didn’t like to play often, but with how bruised and battered he felt even with pain meds coursing through him? He figured he could lean into it.

“Sir, where do I come into this? I’ve never trained as a lab assistant.” Not to say he hadn’t been sent in on missions that he hadn’t been trained for before, but this was an odd one. “Surely there are others?”

Walters made a face and Stone found himself mildly curious. Walters was usually decent at hiding his actual thoughts and in this conversation alone he had shown his unease and hesitance more than once. “Within the last year we’ve assigned him sixteen assistants. None have lasted more than a month.”

“You’re joking.” Stone blurted out the words before he could stop himself, much of his annoyance making way for curiosity and delight that swirled in his chest. He quickly tailored it to look like shock. “That’s a much higher number than I was expecting, sir.” The funny part? That was the truth.

Stone had heard plenty of rumors and stories about Dr. Ivo Robotnik, and many of them were about the man’s horrid personality. It didn’t surprise Stone that there was a high turnover rate for an assistant for him, but sixteen in a year? With none lasting more than a month? That was an impressive amount of chaos and waste of government money that Stone could respect.

“We need to get someone in there who can keep an eye on him and report back.” Walters’ tone had turned flat and serious, Stone schooling his expression to match even as his amusement grew as he realized why he had been called there. “The man has a brilliant mind and his work is revolutionary, but he can be… headstrong.”

A million unsaid insults were wrapped up in that word and Stone was so curious to know what they all were. Walters was a hard man to truly anger — he typically dealt with people before they got to that level of possible threat. This clear exasperation and annoyance in the man’s tone was something Stone had never heard from him before. It was clear that Robotnik was a man treading on his last nerves and Walters had no way to reign him in.

“Speaking plainly? We need to be sure Robotnik isn’t building anything that he’s not been ordered to.” Honestly, Stone would be surprised if Robotnik wasn’t building something illegally. “While you haven’t been cleared to return to active duty, you do have the necessary skills to assess the current situation and then report back on what you find.”

“You want to send me in as a spy against the top roboticist in the world.” His blunt words were enough to fluster Walters, Stone letting himself feel satisfaction for a moment at the sight.

Walters obviously shifted, clearing his throat and, likely, surprised at having that much pushback from him, “Well- In the United States, perhaps that’s true, but-”

“All due respect, Commander?” Which wasn’t much, Stone had to admit, but he was essentially being asked to walk to the gallows and tie the rope himself. Robotnik, from what little he knew, wasn’t the type to suffer fools or spies. “I’ve seen his work in action. I’ve heard reports of his mission success rate. For him, ‘genius’ is not just a filler word.”

“Careful, Agent.” The words weren’t a warning so much as a threat. Stone didn't need to hear the rest of it to know he had stepped too far out-of-line.

“I apologize, Commander.” He didn’t offer any excuses, knowing that even a good one would be unwelcome. He supposed the pain meds keeping him from collapsing didn’t help him in keeping his usual calm appearance. It would have been nice to remain in the medical ward until he could manage the pain without meds, but God forbid the military actually care about their agents.

“You’re being assigned to Robotnik.” It was no longer an offer or a question, but a firm order. Stone knew better than to argue. “You’ll follow his orders, do what he asks, assist him in his lab, and keep an eye out for any information that might suggest he isn’t following his own orders.”

Taking a slow, even breath, Stone shoved away his indignation and anger and responded with, “Understood. From what I know, however, I’m not certain he will allow someone unqualified to help in his lab.”

“Your record will speak for itself, as well as your degree.” Ah, right. Because a Bachelor’s in Mechanical Engineering was all that was needed to understand a man who built machines that most humans would never be able to even dream of. Of course. “You will do your best to keep him in line and by the end of day Friday, for as long as you’re there, you will draft up a report and have it sent directly to me. You will report on his behavior, the work he accomplishes, and anything… odd you might see.”

Ah, so not only a spy, but Stone was being made into a glorified babysitter for a man who was hated by everyone in the government. Lovely.

It wouldn’t be the first time Stone had done undercover work against fellow operatives or agents, but it had never been a favorite of his. He was much more fond of dealing with the problem directly. Permanently.

“It won’t be for long,” Walters said, an insincere tone trying to make it seem like he understood Stone’s feelings. It was that, more than anything else, that had Stone repressing the urge to sneer. “A couple of months at most. It’ll give you time to recover from your last mission, allow us to gain some decent intel, and give us time to find someone to fill the position properly.”

Stone bit back a sigh and nodded firmly. It wasn’t the worst ‘assignment’ he had been given. A couple of months was nothing compared to some of his longer missions, and the worst he would deal with would be yelling and maybe having things thrown at him. His boot camp instructors had been much worse than that.

“As soon as you’re cleared for active field work,” Walters said, pulling his attention back. “I’ll personally see to your reassignment wherever you want.”

Ah, well now. Stone was tempted to tell him to lead with that, next time. Choice, after all, was something agents didn’t often get.

“I’ll ensure my reports reach you promptly, Commander.” Stone waited for Walters to sit back in his seat and reach for a folder before he pulled himself to his feet. A sharp stab of pain below his ribs had him biting back a hiss, his wince thankfully going unnoticed.

“Your intel and orders.” Walters held out the folder, Stone taking it and biting back a comment at seeing how thin the folder was for a government asset who had worked as a scientist for decades. Likely, Robotnik had a file that was filled with more black ink than even Stone’s. “Dismissed, Agent.”

“Sir.” Stone saluted as was expected of him, the folder tucked under his arm and any signs of pain or irritation pushed under a placid, neutral smile. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ll go prepare for my new job.”

Dismissed with a nod, Stone left the office and only let his expression fall when he was alone in the hallway. His smile dropped into a frown, gaze dropping along with it to the folder in his hands. A quick flick showed only a dozen or so pages, most of them covered in black ink. Stone could fix that well enough by holding it up to some light, but the fact even at his clearance he was being given a paper file with redacted information?

Well. He could at least say that he was almost more curious than aggravated, now.

“Stone!” Snapping his expression back to a small smile, Stone looked over to the suited up man that was approaching him. It was one of the lower agents that Stone had worked with on various missions in the past. He was half-surprised to see the man was still alive, considering his nature. “It’s been so long! What have you been up to? Heard some rumors that you were out there getting shot up — which, you know, is a pretty average day for you.”

The man — Culvers — smiled like he had told a funny joke. Stone didn’t miss a beat, laughing quietly in the perfect way to show genuine amusement, but not to the point that it seemed fake. It was a skill he had cultivated over the years until it was perfect.

“Agent Culvers,” Stone greeted, still keeping up that ‘warm’ smile. “You know I can’t share details of past missions.” Looking away in a calculated movement, Stone looked back after counting to three. “It might have been something like that, though.”

Culvers laughed like Stone had just told some great joke, the sound grating and irritating in a way that his usually decent temper was struggling to handle. His patience was always short when he was recovering from a rough mission, and being immediately assigned to work by Walters before he could even return home didn’t help matters.

“Susy said she saw you down in medical. You must be alright if you’re already coming out of Walters’ office with a folder, though.” Biting back a complaint about his still broken ribs, Stone simply nodded. “But hey, let me know if you need anything, yeah? We agents look out for each other around here.”

‘Look out for each other,’ huh? Stone gave it one more year at most before he heard about Culvers dying in the line of duty. Still, it wasn’t his place to manage people’s poor skills and ego. “Of course. If we don't, who else will?”

“Take care, yeah?” Culvers ‘playfully’ slapped him on the back as he passed, right in the middle of the massive web of bruising that was still there. Stone had to tense most of his muscles to fight the urge to respond with violence that was half-instinct and half-desire.

Blowing out a slow, deep breath once he was certain he was alone again, Stone forced his heart rate to slow before tucking the folder under his arm again and heading for the exit. If nothing else, being assigned as an assistant to Dr. Robotnik would at least let him avoid the other idiots he was forced to work with.

Typically those he played assistant or bodyguard for had been idiots with an ego that they thought made them invincible. Robotnik, however… While Stone’s last mission had ended with him seriously injured — to the point he was surprised he had even woken up after he lost consciousness — it was also the mission where he had truly seen Robotnik for the first time.

It had been a shadow ops mission that involved doing America’s dirty work without any other countries finding out, which meant the government hadn’t shied away in assigning their best. That was how Stone had ended up on the mission and, he assumed, that was how Robotnik ended up there.

There hadn’t been time to learn much about the man, but Stone remembered the way he walked onto the field they were gathered in, dressed in a black lab coat, slim sunglasses, and a distinctive mustache that Stone had almost laughed at. Then the man had started speaking and Stone had been speechless.

There was ego in every inch of the man, but it was ego that was deserved. His drones, something he called ‘badniks,’ had been… magnificent. Stone had a degree in mechanical engineering, yes, and he wasn’t one to downplay his skills, but compared to a man like Robotnik? He might as well have been taught about how to play with sticks and leaves.

One thing was certain, Stone knew. There would be no outsmarting Robotnik when Stone was sent to play spy. He would need to approach things… differently.

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The pain medication provided by the military was nowhere near good enough, Stone decided. While it was decent with getting him back on his feet long enough to accept a mission, it was useless for keeping away the pain for long. As it was, Stone had barely managed to find some transport and make it to his on-base apartment before he had collapsed into the single armchair he possessed, folder tossed onto the closest flat surface.

Even if it was a waste of breath, Stone couldn’t help but look at one of the large, beautiful green plants on his ‘living room’ table and ask a wry, “Be honest. How bad do I look?”

As expected, there was no answer. As also expected, speaking made the pain around his ribs spike. It was still worth it, though, when it reassured something in him to speak aloud and hear the words in the air, even if they were only an echo of his own.

“Right.” Carefully shifting on the armchair, Stone pulled out the bottles of pills he had been given and lined them all up on the table in front of him. Once he found the one he needed, he grabbed two of the pills and swallowed dry. “I think all of us could use a good shower, don’t you?”

With that, Stone stood up, stretched just enough to be sure he would remain standing long enough for the meds to kick in, and headed for the bathroom.

Considering he couldn’t get his bandages wet, his ‘shower’ was more of a scrub down with a washcloth and more soap than he probably needed, but it was at least something. He could also, in the privacy of his own home, swear as much as he wanted at Walters and the military as a whole as each swipe of the cloth brought away dead skin, dirt, and dried blood.

Thankfully he had removed the cameras and microphones in his apartment the second he had moved in. He did a sweep every so often for new ones, but the higher-ups had been decent about not replacing them. Likely, it was because Stone hadn’t confronted anyone or put in a report about the invasion of privacy.

Hm. Likely he should get used to masking when he was back at his apartment, as well. Stone would be an idiot to assume Robotnik wouldn’t put his own equipment in Stone’s apartment to spy on him the second he proved he was a threat.

Shaking the thought off, Stone dried himself off and then gathered up all of the hospital wear he had been forced into. It, along with the borrowed shoes, were promptly dumped into the closest trash bin. Once that was done, he crossed chilled wooden floors, made a stop to turn up the heat, and then continued until he was at his closet and able to put on his own loungewear. It felt like sheer indulgence to relax into the soft fabric, dark colors, and warm pair of socks.

“Alright, girls. Let’s get you taken care of.” Careful to not move too fast and pull anything, Stone headed for the kitchen where a dozen more plants greeted him. They weren’t wilting, but as expected, they were dryer than they should be if someone was actually stopping by to water them. Stone would have to deal with whoever had been placed in charge of taking care of his plants. “Ah, but first…”

Stepping up to the indulgence that was his coffee maker, Stone set it up to begin brewing. After that, he grabbed a watering can and began his lap around his small apartment, taking care of the plants he had in the kitchen, living room, bedroom, and the two he had in the bathroom.

“At least you girls don’t judge me for being a single parent to so many of you,” Stone chuckled, gently rubbing a leaf between his fingers. He would need to trim some of the larger ones soon, it looked like. The bonsai would need it, as well.

Making a mental note to do that before bed, Stone returned to the kitchen properly to finish making his coffee, pausing only long enough to retrieve the folder he had been given. He took his time bringing the drink together, relaxing at the routine of it and absently reading through the slim folder as he did so.

“They didn’t give me much about you, did they?” There wasn’t much there beyond what was common knowledge and notes on how many assistants he had torn through. Hell, not even the man’s birthday was on his file, redacted or not, and the picture provided looked like he had been trying to escape out of frame when it was taken.

Shaking his head with a scoff, Stone set the folder down, gathered up his coffee, and moved to the kitchen table. As soon as he was settled, he leaned over to gently nudge a hidden panel away from the wall, pulling out the laptop he kept there. While he had his official government laptop that was monitored and that he used for research for his missions, there was something to be said about having a laptop for personal use.

“Alright, Doctor,” Stone chuckled, “Let’s see what I can find out about you.” Of course, Stone first checked to make sure none of the ‘surprises’ he had set up on his laptop had been triggered. As usual, they were still intact, meaning no one had found the laptop yet. It was almost disappointing. Hm. Maybe Robotnik would manage it if he cared enough to go looking?

Shaking the thought off, and already half-certain he wouldn’t be in the man’s employ long enough for him to really care about ruining his life, Stone began some of his favorite ‘search’ applications. They weren’t perfect, of course, but they were good enough that he had some time to dig around before Walters or some other higher-up found his hacking and told him to mind his business.

First, though, he would check the public databases and see just how little was known of the man. It only took him twenty minutes to dig up everything there was, Stone mildly surprised he found as much as he did. There were some published scientific papers that were dated before he began his military work at eighteen, along with some patents along the same dates. The only other thing he found was a notice of birth that might have been his, but was vague enough that Stone couldn’t trust it.

It was unsurprising, really, that the government wiped everything they could of his public records to keep him their little secret. Fortunately for Stone and his curiosity, no secret was ever kept as long as someone, somewhere, recorded it. It helped, of course, that they lived in such a digital age.

Flipping over to dig around restricted files that everyone was still too stupid to realize he could access, Stone looked for anything and everything that he could, mentally taking notes on anything that looked interesting or important. Not to his surprise, everything he saw about the man was interesting.

Similar to Stone’s own past of abandonment as a young child before he aged out of the system, Ivo Gerald Robotnik had been an orphan left with only a blanket and a name. The child then seemed to not exist until he suddenly appeared and entered college at thirteen. Then, instead of being a regular child genius, he had pursued dual PhDs that he earned at sixteen, one in Robotics and the other in Cybernetics, both through MIT.

“Ambitious, Doctor,” Stone found himself muttering, unable to help the amusement and intrigue that tugged at him. Already the man was so interesting. Child geniuses burned out quickly, especially those thrust into the spotlight so young. Drugs, addiction, mental illnesses, most of them collapsed long before they were an adult.

Stone had never been labeled as such, but he had been smart enough to play average when he could. Robotnik, however… He had shown his intelligence and then just kept going. He had been right when telling Walters that ‘genius’ wasn’t a filler word for the man.

Stone kept reading, piecing together the past of a genius child named Ivo turning into the bitter man that was Dr. Robotnik.

Unsurprisingly, he filed for emancipation soon after his first two PhDs, proving he was more than capable of providing for himself. Hm, Stone would need to remember to avoid any talk of families while he was working with the man. That would be easy enough, at least. Good to know they already had something in common, too.

The patents Stone had seen earlier were all created between his age of sixteen and eighteen, all of them geared towards household technology. The interesting part was when he saw notes of those who had worked with his teenage self. All of them said that while he was brilliant, he was volatile and easily enraged. All of them were also written by adults with an ego larger than their pocketbooks.

“No wonder you were always pissed off,” Stone muttered, pausing on the picture of a teenage Robotnik. Unlike the man Stone had seen on his last mission, sleek black hair and perfectly curled mustache, the Ivo Robotnik in the picture was… scrawny. He also had red hair, interestingly enough, and looked utterly miserable. “I’d have a shit attitude, too, if I had to deal with adults trying to use me and then pretend they weren’t.”

Shaking the irritation off that wasn’t even for himself, Stone glanced at the time before continuing. He was under a time limit, after all- Oh, he had gotten another PhD at eighteen, that one for Genetic Engineering — from Stanford, too. Ah, but eighteen was also when the military had gotten their hands on him.

“Wary of you, aren’t they?” Redacted data even in the high clearance files had Stone so interested to know what was being left out. It was easy enough to paint a broad picture of what had happened, at least.

Robotnik had been given a choice between working for the military as a weapons specialist and roboticist or going to jail for suspicion of creating mass weapons for domestic terrorism.

“Now it’s making sense,” Stone muttered, hand sliding around to rub the back of his neck as the realization sat heavy in his mind. Robotnik was bitter and enraged, angry at the world around him, and took it out on every human that dared to step across his path — all because he was nothing but a beaten, collared dog of the government. “Look at that, doc, we already have two things in common.”

The rest of the files he found were sparse or redacted, the longest collection of information being the list of labs he had been bounced between when younger. There were also a lot of psych evals that summed up to ‘doesn’t play well with others.’ After that it was more or less like a bullet pointed list.

Multiple weapon and vehicle patents. PhDs gained in Electronic Engineering and Mechanical Engineering. (The man had five PhDs. Who the hell needed five PhDs?) Finally gained his own lab when he was thirty-four and then erased from the public. Currently, the man had turned 46 just last year, which… That was a long time to be chained to a government and military that he, likely, hated.

Checking the time, Stone did one quick look at the man’s shadow ops record, snorting when he saw it was all completely redacted. How dramatic. Starting to close out of all the applications, Stone paused and then looked up the lab that Robotnik worked in. The staff list was… depressingly small.

Typically government scientists worked with a team, especially those who worked on weapons like Robotnik did. If not on a team, then the scientist at least had multiple assistants. Robotnik, however, only had a handful of guards and a receptionist on his staff list.

The last time he had a full team was right as he got his own lab. Two years after that he seemed to gain a new assistant damn near daily. Sixteen agents in a year was looking generous compared to the early years of the lab’s operations.

“Well, nice to know I won’t be there for long, right girls?” Stone finished closing everything out that he needed to, leaning back and looking at his now empty coffee cup. “Not when this man is bound and determined to push away all human contact.” Not that Stone couldn’t relate, of course, but he at least was more subtle about it.

Lifting a hand to close his laptop for the night, Stone paused at the notification of a new email that was marked as priority. Considering he was already on a ‘mission,’ it was intriguing enough for him to click it and oh- Oh. It was a message from Dr. Robotnik himself.

Appear at following coordinates. 0700.

Bring coffee.

I.R.

Eyes skimming the coordinates attached, Stone couldn’t help but laugh at seeing it was only the location for the lab itself. Very dramatic, then.

Before he could stop himself, Stone felt anticipation starting to stir inside him. Even as he chastised himself, he knew he couldn’t help it.

Every file on Dr. Robotnik had only brought up more and more questions and still it felt like the only thing he really knew for certain was that the man was brilliant and quick to anger. It was interesting. It was new. It… Well.

He could play assistant for a couple of months and have some fun at the same time, right?

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