#it does confuse me though even without the twin thing

[smile-files]

i don't really understand why people call a romantic partner their "other half" or use otherwise mirror-like language for them, because for me that seems much more like how i would refer to a twin. like, you are an inextricable part of me? without you i wouldn't exist? we are two halves of the same whole? that doesn't sound romantic to me... that sounds like the strange codependence and co-constitution between twins. something at least adjacent to familial love, as in you were always with each other and always part of each other. but of course this is in the context of my own idealized and abnormal notion of what having a twin is like

[draftbeerbibi]

FOR ME, IT WILL ALWAYS BE YOU - Sylus x Non MC! ( Part 3 )

Summery: you find yourself in lads universe after a particularly close interaction with truck kun. How does life go from here after arriving in the N109 zone leaders backyard when MC hasn’t arrived yet?

Disclaimer, Sylus might be OOC, since i’m not very good at writing so bear with me. This will be multiple parts!

P1 - P2

Turns out, a lot of things can go wrong.

Within the first 15 minutes of arriving he had introduced you and promptly left you behind. You shouldn't have been as shocked as you were. He probaply had a reason for it, but you felt so utterly out of place it was laughable.

You awkwardly stood around the bar as you gaze around the room. For an auction it was a lavish get together, with people dressed to such perfection you think God himself might descend down to earth.

Their talk about protocores and prices goes to deaf ears as you scan your surroundings. You notice the twins in the corner of the room, beckoning you to them.

You put your champagne glass down as you unhurriedly make your way over to them. You had grown quite close to them over the past month. It almost felt like they were your big brothers. Albeit batshit crazy sometimes, but eh, who isn't?

"What's wrong?" You eye the twins who you could tell had a shit eating grin on their face despite the mask blocking off seeing if it's actually true.

"You see that bozo?" Kieran asks, pointing to a middle aged man in a sand colored suit, which looked to be tailor made. Though it did nothing to hide the beerbelly, and you could practically smell his breath from all the way over here. Out of everyone, he stuck out like a sore thumb.

"Ugh how could i not." You scoff.

That earns you a snicker from the twins. "Wanna bet on how fast he's going to get himself killed? I say 100 bucks that it's going to happen within the hour." Luke retorts. You can practically feel the side eye Kieran gives his brother.

"Dude, no way, have you not seen the dude next to him, the vein on his forhead is about to pop from frustration, a 1000 bucks it's going to happen within 10 minutes."

You laugh at the twins as they bicker back and forth, the numbers going up impossibly high and the odds evermore impossible.

You spot Sylus's silver hair, he's tall so he reaches above the crowd. But something feels off, the tension in the room shifts, though no one but you and the twins seem to notice.

They stop their bickering and scan the surroundings to find out what changed. Without warning the place where Sylus is standing gets blown up. You gasp as the place erupts in chaos.

You knew Sylus. You knew how strong he was, and that in the game he always came out unscathed. Yet it was different to experience this in real life. Your body moved before your brain even fully processed what happened.

You run.

You didn't even know you could run that fast, but you make it to the other side of the room so fast you wonder if you teleported there.

When the debris clears you see him standing there, and now it was his turn to wear a shit eating grin.

"Worried are we, kitten?"

Your eyes scan his body frantically looking for any wounds. Your breath feels uneven and your heart is beating so loudly it's honestly uncomfortable. You see his evol wrap around the small scratches as he heals in front of your eyes.

You let out a breath you didn't even realize you were holding.

He eyes you and almost looks, confused? Like he doesn't understand why you're worrying.

"Are you okay?" Despite your best efforts, it came out as a soft breath.

He looks at you, really looks at you, and you could've sworn you saw a soft glint glisten in his eyes.

"Why wouldn't i be?" His cocky grin adorns his beautiful gaze, yet underneath it all, there was something you didn't recognize. Surprise? Affection? Delusion? Because you were sure you were becoming delusional if you were actually seeing those things in his eyes.

You take a slight step back as you try to regain your bearings. Confirming Sylus was unharmed you look around. Everyone had left the auction, and the men who tried to blow up Sylus were apprehended by the twins. Turns out Luke won the bet, and made about 10 billion dollars, and as the twins were hauling off the men, including the dead one they bet on, their bickering was unending, heard even when they had left the building.

You turned back to look at Sylus, and his gaze was once again already locked on yours.

"What?" His tone was surprisingly gentle, and it sent goosebumps flying across your body.

"Nothing, i've just never had the privilege of nearly getting blown up on a tuesday evening."

That earns you a laugh from Sylus, and the sound shoots all the blood to your face. You have never heard anything quite as pretty as that.

"Well, consider it on the house." He muses, clearly thoroughly amused by the whole situation. That earns him a glare from you as you swat his arm before you can think about it. Honestly, the movement came so natural to you. Guess you were a lot more comfortable then you.

But Sylus never ceases to surprise you as he laughs.

Dread filled you as you could feel it. The way your heart fluttered, and butterflies were erupting in your stomach.

You're screwed.

~~~

You had thrown yourself into work. Anything to avoid having to interact with Sylus for too long. Your heart couldn't handle it. It had only been a month and a half since you were suddenly beamed into this universe, but you had managed to fall for someone who was not meant for you. Literally.

You try to break your own heart by imagining him with MC when she comes. You succeed in breaking your own heart, but not at killing your emotions.

You sigh as your body protests. You had been working overtime. The explosion had his partners asking questions left and right, confirming wether or not Sylus was still alive. To their dissapointment he was.

Today was your lucky day though, he had been out so far, and to your knowledge it would be a while before he came back so you decide it's time for you to get some much needed self care out of the way.

You draw yourself a bath and prepare some cute pj's and moisturizers for body and face.

You let yourself sink into the borderline boiling water, and you could physically feel all your muscles relax into it. A content sigh leaves your mouth as you soak for way longer then necessary.

You take your time to scrub the sweat of the long day away, and drown your thoughts in coconut scented bubbles. It frightened you how comfortable you were here. At home you didn't really have any friends, everyday felt like a chore you weren't sure you were equiped to handle. You missed your mom though. She was your rock through everything. Questions float around, unanswered, yet they fester everyday. They had become part of you at this point.

After seeing your fingers wrinkle you decide it's time to get out. You quickly dry yourself off as the cold sting off the air send goosebumps flying across your body. You moisturize yourseld and climb into your pj's. This was the most human you had felt in ages.

You step out of the bathroom and nearly crash into something.

You look up to see Sylus standing in front of you. Eyes wide like saucers, your mind scrambles to find words, but his face, oh his face, really, it didn't matter how many times you saw it, you couldn't shake the grip he had on you.

"My my, i was almost starting to wonder if my kitten had drowned." He snickered.

My

He may not have meant anything with it, but that single word sent your brain into overdrive, and if you could, your sure your head would explode right then and there.

He looks at you, seemingly satisfied with the effect he had on you.

"Careful now, i'm going to need that pretty little head of yours for work tomorrow." His voice was soft, glazing across your ears like velvet wine. God, your knees nearly buckled right then and there.

You need to change the subject, right now, if this goes any further.

You don't want to think about it.

A nervous chuckle escapes you as you try to move out of his way, but he gently grabs your wrist. His calloused fingers softly landing on your pulse point. You stand rigid, and you just know he can feel how erratic your heart is beating.

You turn to face him, and you feel like your combusting into flames with how he looks at you. Like your something delicate. Oh fuck, you're so screwed.

You don't say anything. You couldn't, afraid that your voice might give out, or worse, that you give in and confess. So you stand still, his eyes searching yours. He could use the aether core and pry, but he was a respectful man. You had seen new sides of him since that one, wine and vinyl filled evening. He had let his guard down, just a bit. Just enough for you to grow comfortable. Complacent.

~

You lower your head. Conflict grows, he can see it, but he doesn't pry, he doesn't force, he never forces. He had come to appreciate the normalcy you brought with you. In the beginning he thought you were laughable. So utterly mortal. But over time, he had seen you adapt. Seen you fight for a rightful place in his life. Before he knew it, he grew intrigued. He started teasing, but that night when the explosion happened, and he saw your worry, raw and genuine, some of his walls chipped. He hadn't even realized it. Maybe that's why it bugged him when you started pulling away when you guys got home safely.

You withdrew into work, never ignoring him, but no longer engaging with him anymore either. He didn't understand why it bothered him so much. It shouldn't. After all, he knew he was waiting for his other half. His sorceress. It weighed on him. He recognized this feeling. How come in just such a short time, you had managed to have such an impact on him.

You were an open book to him, though you tried hiding your emotions from his, he could read your every sign. Every small shift in posture, every small fall in your facade. He didn't even need to use his eye to see what you wanted. Yet some things he didn't understand. How you seemed to know him so well, despite not being from here.

He felt utterly exposed everytime you saw through his cracks. But somehow, it gave him a sense of belonging. Something he doesn't deserve. It frightened him more then he would like to admit.

~

The room was silent, both of you locked in a staring battle, conveying words without speaking. It felt suffocating yet liberating at the same time. It felt like you were crossing a line. One that absolutely should not be crossed. You know it, deep down, you know that this can never have a happy ending. Can it? After all, his soul is tied.

But something about this moment made it hard to care. His eyes too deep, your breath too shallow, your heart too loud. But to your surprise, his facade cracks, just in the slightest as he breaks the silence.

"Why are you pulling back from me?" His voice was raw. He looked like he was fighting his own battles, and for the first time, you couldn't decipher what was going on inside him. This was new. Uncharted territory. The tension was so thick you could probaply slice it with a knife.

"I don't know what else to do." You confess, releasing a shallow breath. This is too much. Too much emotion, yet you can't pull back. So he takes a small, barely there, step. You catch a whiff of his cologne and gunpowder as he moves and your fighting to keep your brain there. Your breaking your number one rule. This is going to break you. You know it.

But you didn't care anymore. You couldn't. Not when he looked at you like that.

You feel like you might go into cardiac arrest. Every sense heightened as your honed in on his gaze. You can't find the words. Fear settles on your chest, as your logic and desire clash against eachother, fighting for dominance.

"I'm sorry. I won't avoid you anymore." You manage to croak out. You couldn't give him more then that. Not now. Not ever. He seems satisfied. For now. He nods as he let's you go, sensing your internal struggle, he changes the subject. And just like this never happened you fall back into routine.

But you can feel it.

The tension under your skin with every glance he steals your way. The way his words caress your very being. You guys have entered forbidden territory, you both know it.

Yet both are unwilling to leave.

~~~

Part 4!

A/N: Omg i wasn't planning on every chapter becoming bigger then the last but i couldn't stop lol. Also, y'all, the taglist is growing! Thank you all so much for the love, it truly motivates me to keep going and push for new ideas<3 Check out my masterlist for some short drabbles of the other lads men as well! Have a great day everyone!💕

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[beritybaker]

On One Condition

This is a fluffy little ditty inspired by "We Danced" by Brad Paisley (because I'm a sucker for a good country love song). It is also technically a part of the Right-Side Up universe I've been writing for a while, but works as a standalone.

Rating: G | Tags: No Upside-Down AU, Meet-Cute, Bartender Eddie, Meddling Robin, Slow Dancing | ao3

When the door opened, Eddie was ducked behind the bar, staring into the mini fridge and trying to decide whether he should bother telling Hank they were out of maraschino cherries. He cursed under his breath, kicking himself for not locking up first. The last thing he wanted to deal with was whatever drunk idiot might wander into the Hideout after 2:30 AM.

“We’re closed,” he called out, shutting the fridge as he rose to his full height.

“Oh, right. Sorry. I’ll be out of your hair in a minute,” the intruder said. “I was just wondering…if you found a wallet tonight? Would’ve left it a couple hours ago.”

Eddie was surprised by how coherent the voice was, but that wasn’t what made him frown in pure confusion. Steve Harrington? King Steve? Since when does he come here?

He must have been staring, because Harrington—or the being Eddie was beginning to suspect was his secret twin or something—sounded uncertain when he prompted, “So…did you find a wallet?”

“Uh.” Eddie shook his head to clear it. “I…yes. Yeah.” He’d found it just after midnight, in plain view on the table in the corner. A wallet getting left behind was such a regular occurrence, though, that he hadn’t even bothered to look for an ID yet. He’d been planning on dealing with it after his closing routine. Now, though, he walked to the cash drawer and popped it open, then pulled the wallet out of the special slot he’d designated for such things. It was well-worn, nondescript brown leather, and sure enough, Harrington’s face smiled up at him when he opened it.

“That’s it! Holy shit, you have no idea how happy you just made me,” Harrington cried.

Eddie couldn’t help tilting his head and asking, “What the hell were you doing here, anyway? You a secret punk rocker or somethin’?”

“Ah, no,” Harrington chuckled. All of a sudden, he looked a bit uncomfortable. “I was actually here with a friend. You know Robin Buckley?”

“Sure.”

“She dragged me here because—“ He cut himself off, then simply repeated, “She dragged me here.”

“Right,” Eddie said slowly, drawing the word out. He knew that since working at the ice cream place in the mall together, Harrington and Buckley had been attached at the hip. For some reason, that put Eddie’s mind a little more at ease—even if he was still struggling to suppress every horny teenage thought he’d ever had about the guy as they suddenly resurfaced. He tossed the wallet onto the bar and sighed, “Well. I’ll have to have a talk with her about bringing in the riffraff.”

For a split second, Harrington looked offended. Then he seemed to take in Eddie’s smirk, and he grinned back. “Don’t worry. I think she decided to steer clear of the place from now on.” He didn’t pick up his wallet, instead leaning both hands on the edge of the bar. “Sorry again, Munson. For, you know…barging in while you’re shutting things down.”

He knows my name? “Don’t worry about it, man. You had to find the Amex before your dad noticed it was gone.” Eddie winked to show him it was another joke.

“That’s actually a good point. I was mostly scared of getting pulled over without my driver’s license.”

Harrington’s sheepish grimace stirred something in Eddie. At first he chalked it up to another facet of the physical attraction that had plagued him since they’d been in gym together in school, and he’d been forced to witness King Steve stretching and sweating and prancing around in those little shorts they’d had to wear. After a moment, though, he realized there was something else to it.

Steve Harrington wasn’t just hot as hell. He had the audacity to be charming, too.

Eddie bit his lip. Against his better judgement, and seemingly without input from his rational brain at all, he murmured, “Listen…you wanna stick around while I close? I could use someone to talk to other than the walls.”

Steve blinked, but his obvious surprise quickly gave way to a pleasant smile. “I guess I could use the company, too.” He sat on the nearest stool and leaned both elbows where his hands had been before, cradling his chin in his hands. “I won’t be in your way here, will I?”

“No, you’re fine right there.” Eddie tried to ignore the heat in his cheeks. What the hell have you gotten yourself into, Munson?

“No fucking way!” Eddie said. “They fired you guys for it? That’s so fucked up.”

“No arguments here,” Steve giggled.

“That’s why I never saw you there again?”

“Sure is.” He shot Eddie a coquettish wink. “I’m surprised you noticed.”

An hour before, Eddie would’ve been supremely embarrassed at the implication of Steve’s words. But they’d been talking so long by that point that the grin he answered it with was equally flirtatious. “’Course I did. You were the only reason I ever went there.”

“Now that’s unbelievable,” Steve quipped. “You went to the mall just to see me at work and never even talked to me?”

“Sure. I mean, it was really my friend Gareth. Kid loved that U.S.S. Butterscotch monstrosity. But I could’ve made him go alone.”

“You didn’t, though.” Steve smiled in a way that somehow seemed smug and bashful at the same time.

“No, I didn’t,” Eddie agreed, smirking.

He’d taken his time cleaning up the bar; even so, he’d finished half an hour ago. Normally he would’ve been doing a belly flop into his sheets by now, but it turned out talking with Steve was as fun as it had been unexpected, and he was reluctant to put an end to it. Part of him regretted not striking up a conversation on all those visits to Scoops Ahoy—even if reality dictated he never would’ve had the guts to. In truth, Gareth was a conniving little shit who hadn’t dragged him along just for the ice cream.

There was a quiet moment, then Steve said, “Can I tell you something?”

Eddie’s brow furrowed. In all their conversation, this was the first time since sitting down that Steve seemed a little nervous. “Sure,” he said again, trying to act like he hadn’t noticed the shift.

“You know how I said I was here with Robin earlier?”

“Yeah…”

“Well, she tricked me into coming here because she knew you were working.”

Eddie stared. “She did?”

“Yeah.” Steve sighed an anxious laugh. “She, uh…she spent a whole hour trying to get me to talk to you, but I didn’t want to bother you while you were on the clock.”

“To be fair, man, talking to people is a pretty big part of the job,” Eddie chuckled.

“The truth is, I kinda have…well, I got a little bit of a crush on you.” Steve’s voice had been getting gradually softer, so that his last words were barely more than a whisper.

Steve Harrington is into me? The Freak? Eddie remained silent, unable to come up with anything intelligent to say.

“I think Robin might’ve even stolen my wallet to make sure I had to come back for it,” Steve grumbled. The way he wrinkled his nose was adorable in a way that made Eddie smile in spite of his utter shock.

Sounds like Gareth and Buckley would get along. That thought, along with the acknowledgement that his own schoolboy crush was alive and well, was what snapped him out of it.

He glanced at Steve’s wallet. It had been sitting on the bar between them since he’d put it there, and they’d all but forgotten it while they’d talked. He looked at Steve again, who was refusing to meet his eye despite the cautiously hopeful expression he wore.

“In that case,” Eddie finally said, grabbing the wallet off the counter and holding it up, “you’re only getting this back on one condition, Harrington.”

Steve finally looked at him, eyebrows raised. “What condition?”

Eddie was already facing the radio behind the bar, raising the volume and tuning it to the easy-listening station that always plagued him in the early-morning hours, when he’d had a long night at work and it was the only one actually playing music. “Dance with me,” he said.

“What?”

“You’ll only get your wallet back if you dance with me.” As he walked out from behind the bar, he stuck the wallet in his back pocket. Then he raised his arms to beckon Steve forward, carefully toeing the line between mischief and warmth.

Standing there with his arms at his sides and his eyelids fluttering rapidly, Steve looked like his brain might start dripping out of his nose. “You wanna…dance?”

“I wanna dance with you,” Eddie corrected.

“Why?”

He snorted. “Because as it so happens, loverboy, I enjoy dancing with pretty people. I’m unique in that way.”

Eddie’s sarcasm seemed to finally draw Steve out of his daze. Slowly, his lips stretched into a wide grin. “I’m pretty, huh?”

“Of course,” Eddie scoffed. He beckoned again, this time raising his eyebrows and jutting out his chin as if to say, Now c’mon, Harrington. We’re burning moonlight!

Still grinning, Steve approached with caution. He gingerly placed his hands on Eddie’s waist, then whispered, “Is this alright?”

“Yeah,” Eddie sighed. He felt himself start to melt under the slight pressure of Steve’s touch. How could he not? He’d been enamored with the guy off and on for no less than three years. Even so, it was a bit of a surprise how something so simple made his heart start hammering like it was trying to break out of his chest. He didn’t let himself think too hard about where to put his own hands; when they landed on Steve’s chest, he murmured, “What about this?”

“Yeah,” Steve said. He sounded even more breathless, and his heart was going a mile a minute under Eddie’s palm, too.

For a moment, they just stood with their hands on each other, staring. Eddie was so swept up in studying Steve’s eyes up close—noting the gorgeous way the flecks of gold in his irises caught the low light—that he didn’t notice they’d started swaying until they’d been at it for a while. In fact, the thing that finally brought it to his attention was Steve closing his eyes as his smile took on a dreamy quality.

They gently rocked back and forth, and Eddie’s fingers inched upward, past Steve’s collarbone and all the way over his shoulders, until one of his arms slid around Steve’s back. The other smoothed down his arm, urging it upward until he could catch Steve’s hand in his own. Then he let his head fall forward and tucked his cheek against Steve’s.

As they danced, Eddie closed his eyes, too, intent on taking a mental snapshot of what he considered the most sublime moment any human being had ever been blessed with.

Steve’s hand in his was firm, but soft. Every breath that puffed against Eddie’s ear was a welcome reminder of their closeness. And Steve’s cologne was somehow a perfect complement to the lingering stale-cigarette smell that had never left the Hideout and probably never would.

Eddie barely heard the music at all. Instead, they danced to a rhythm all their own, moving together with perfect ease, and without having to discuss it. It was as if they’d been dancing like that every night of their lives. Eddie never wanted it to end.

It had to, though. He knew it had to. That didn’t make the pressure in his chest or the lump in his throat any easier to bear when Steve slowly leaned away from him and met his eye.

It must have been obvious on his face, because Steve’s smile was full of genuine sympathy. “I should probably be getting home. If my folks get up and they find out I was out all night…”

“No, I…I get it.” Eddie tried to smile back, but cringed internally at how misty-eyed the whole thing was making him. For fuck’s sake, Munson. You were just dancing. Get a grip.

“Thanks for asking me to stay,” Steve said.

“Thanks for leaving your wallet,” Eddie countered, managing a smirk.

Steve made a small, startled sound, like he’d forgotten about the whole reason they’d been dancing in the first place—the whole reason he’d ended up at the Hideout after close. In the next instant, his cheeks turned pink. The reaction was encouraging, Eddie had to admit.

Without a word, and without pulling his gaze away from Eddie’s, Steve leaned closer. For a brief, lightheaded moment, Eddie thought he was about to kiss him. But then he rocked backward again, and he lifted his hand between them, holding up the wallet he’d just pulled from Eddie’s pocket.

“Oh,” Eddie breathed, before he could stop himself. Disappointment, relief, and mild embarrassment swirled through his head, making him blush, too.

Steve chuckled. As he backed away fully, his free hand seemed reluctant to part from where it was still perched on Eddie’s waist. He made his way to the door, but turned around with the same hand on the knob. He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head. “Do you always work on Saturdays?”

Eddie was so focused on the subtle sway of Steve’s hips—one he swore hadn’t been there when he’d walked in—that it took him far longer than it should’ve to answer Steve’s question. His cheeks grew even warmer as he stammered, “Uh, y-yeah. Usually.”

Steve grinned. “Good to know,” he said. Then he slipped out the door and into the sun’s first light.

It became a ritual. Every Saturday, Steve would come by for a drink and “forget” something, so that he could come back after everyone else was gone to retrieve it. Most often it was his wallet or a jacket. One time he managed to play off leaving his keys and not coming back for them until two whole hours had passed.

And every Saturday, after conversations that began to lengthen exponentially, Eddie would playfully remind him that he wasn’t going to be leaving with all of his belongings unless he agreed to a dance.

It didn’t take long for Eddie to stop bothering with the radio. They didn’t need it anyway.

One thing did take a while, though, and it was thanks to nerves more than anything else. Nearly two months after their first dance, Eddie murmured the words right into Steve’s ear as they made yet another slow turn across the bar: “Do you want to go out sometime?”

He felt Steve’s cheek shift against his as he smiled. “On a date?”

“Yeah. A real one.”

“I’d like that.”

“What would you want to do?” Eddie asked.

Steve hummed thoughtfully. “What about dinner?”

“I’d like that,” Eddie echoed. It earned him an equally playful pinch to the ribs.

“After that, we could rent a movie. Go back to my place to watch it since my parents are out of town,” Steve went on. His voice was heavy with implication.

Well. Eddie wasn’t about to say no to that. He swallowed the urge to start jumping up and down, only barely managing to rein in his excitement when he said, “Are you free on Tuesday? That’s my next day off.”

“I can get Robin to cover for me.”

“Good.”

Steve squeezed his hand. His cheek twitched again, and he repeated, “Good.”

“Hope I don’t leave anything at your house by accident.”

He threw his head back as he laughed. “It’s about time I have the home field advantage.”

[sightseertrespasser]

Oh my gosh, your reply to the ask about Blue has such a genius idea! This is something that struck me and I wanted to share it (hopefully my ramblings here make some sense). The fact that Prowl and Bluestreak are twins already implies they’d have similarities, and while it’d probably be easier for other humans to tell the difference, of course the Cybertronians would have a harder time telling the two apart. Prowl and Blue have similar (if not identical) genetics; add to that experiencing similar side effects to being mecha pilots and any Cybertronian would be hard-pressed to tell the two apart at first glance. This does add more potential for after the Cybertronians find their human and they all officially meet each other. Because the Cybertronians would see similarities between the brothers, sure, but they’d also see how each of them is also very different. In hindsight they’d probably question how they’d ever mistake one brother for the other, especially given all the time they’ve no doubt shared on their respective journeys. Oh, and the parallels between the two of them…one can’t leave his mecha without dying, and the other is driving himself into an early grave trying to stay in his mecha. Once Prowl and Blue see each other, they’d probably hone in on just how bad things have gotten for the other. Twin telepathy aside, there’s things only siblings would notice.

Now going back to the Cybertronians rescuing their human...if they find the wrong one that’d just get all kinds of confusion and stress:

Sunny and Sides finding Prowl and panicking because "what do you mean you’re out of your mecha? Get back to your life support before you literally fry your brain! You can’t survive long enough outside, you know that! Why are you just staring?"

Then there’s Jazz trying to coax Bluestreak out of whatever machinery the Quintessons are using to keep him stable while they try to extract the super computer. He’s promising Blue that "we’ll be okay, the Quints are nowhere near us and I’ll make sure we get out. It’ll be faster if we just escape now though, and—wait. What do you mean you need to find Prowl? That’s your literal name. Did you get another concussion?"

Now, Bluestreak’s kind of out of it when Jazz finds him. However, the moment Jazz mentions Prowl he’s entirely focused on what Jazz is saying. Maybe he was super loopy from whatever the Quints did to stabilize him so they could remove him from his mecha, but just hearing Prowl mentioned brings more alertness. (Maybe the super computer in his brain picks up on that one mention of his brother and deduces that someone who’d mention Prowl in a place like this would only do so if they expected him to be there.) So now Blue is wondering if Prowl really is there, if his brother might actually be connected to this strange Cybertronian right in front of him. He starts talking about Prowl and how Jazz is right and that "we should leave now because I have to let my brother know everything’s alright since the last time we were together things didn’t end too well, and if I know my brother, Prowl’s probably been trying to bury things in work even though he knows that never helps—it never did before—and he’s probably going to need someone to pull him out of that spiral and you’re sure Prowl is here?"

And Prowl. He’d have been seen as the more stable of the two super computers, meaning the Quints were probably going to use him as a backup if whatever they’re doing to Blue failed. So maybe he started making his escape (he’d probably have learned more than a few tricks from Jazz’s repertoire), and because he knows he can’t get far without Jazz or his mecha, he’s currently trying to find one or the other. When he does stumble upon the room with his mecha, he’s ready to find Jazz and get out of there. Except when he gets closer to the shape he thought was his mecha, he freezes. Because no amount of blurry vision or vague shapes could ever make him forget Bluestreak’s mecha. Too many things play through his mind and he can’t make sense of it all. He knows the shape looming before him was destroyed and he doesn’t understand. So when he hears two complete strangers calling out his brother’s name…can he really dare to hope his brother’s alive?

There’s already so much you can do with either side of this, like the question of who will find who first. Will Jazz manage to get Bluestreak out in time to get him to his mecha? Would they run into Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, and Prowl, or would it be vice versa? Would the Quints find the whole gang right as they’re about to escape? Or would that just lead into an epic fight? It’s been so long since Prowl and Bluestreak had been on the battlefield together. What if they just as easily fell back into their roles, into how it used to be. Though of course, both might have picked up some tricks and skills from their respective Cybertronians. Imagine the surprise each of them have when they see the other pull moves they definitely did not have before. And in the background, the Cybertronians in question being very proud of how it was them that taught their human to move or fight like that.

This is definitely a fun idea!

Incidentally, I’ve found I really like stories with good uses of communication barriers and understandable misunderstandings so I propose this concept to add to it:

Jazz has been learning English and Bluestreak has learned cybertronian, but Sunstreaker, Sideswipe and Prowl haven’t learned each others languages.

Even with Bluestreak being kinda out of it, Jazz could put two and two together of “long lost twin” and “person who looks exactly like Prowl but act’s nothing like him.”

But the Twins on the other hand.

They find Prowl and no one can communicate with each other. Everyone is having a breakdown.

“Why isn’t Blue talking to us anymore? Why can’t he recognize us? Did the quintessons erase all his memories of our time together? Did they somehow turn Blue evil? Because even when we first met he wasn’t anywhere near this hostile. Even if he’s kicking and screaming we have to help him. He hates us he hates us why does he hate us?!”

Meanwhile, Prowl is getting manhandled by a couple of mechs he doesn’t know and can barely see and he’s absolutely fucking furious about it

Just, imagine Bluestreak and Jazz meeting and it’s this whole emotional moment of “You’re alive! Your brothers alive! You might both be dying but please just hold out a little longer he’s got to be nearby. You miss each other so damn much and I’ll do anything to reunite you two.”

And then Sunny and Sides round the corner holding Prowl at arm’s length like some kind of Satan possessed ferret.

[bunji-enthusiast]

Hello, how are you? I've missed you so much. I don't know if your requests are open, but I'd like to ask you this, please.

Lancelot has been searching for years for Meliodas' youngest daughter, Tristan's twin, who disappeared under strange circumstances. Someone as strong as her wouldn't give up without a fight. She supposedly disappeared 1 year before Lancelot.

While investigating the disappearance of some children in a village near Lyon, Meliodas's father was worried for a while but didn't order the knights to search for her.

Lancelot saw her a couple of times before, in her spiritual form, or in his dreams. The last time he saw her, she looked at him with melancholy and told him it was okay that he no longer sought her out.

Lancelot was helping his uncle Meliodas with the bar. When the boy goes to the basement for more alcohol, he sees a strange wall, noticing that it isn't really a wall.

As she approaches, she notices him and discovers her uncle's great secret. The princess of Liones has been sealed inside a goddess's amber all this time.

Then Meliodas mentions to Lancelot that he shouldn't have discovered it. And the reason the girl was sealed was because of her immense amount of power, which even hurt her. Lancelot asks who else knows. Meliodas replies that no one else does. Lancelot tries to read the sealed girl's thoughts, but perhaps because of the amber, he can't. Can I ask you for a Lancelot for Meliodas and Elizabeth's daughter, Tristan's sister, please?

Demon You Know

Lancelot x Tristan’s Sister!Reader

Summary || Rock after rock, message after message. But the truth was right under his nose the entire time. did it always have to hurt?

Note // At this point, you could’ve written it yourself lol. you've given me much material to work with though, my brain keeps drawing to blank lmao. what I find criminal is that we've never had any interactions with solely Lancelot and Elizabeth though, they gotta have some kinda platonic kinship, it'd be so adorable (fyi brackets are flashbacks/memory sequences). Anyway—Hope you like~

If there was one thing that consisted with Lancelot, the prince of Benwick---he was relentless. Akin to his mother. He may have inherited many genetic traits from his father, but it was one thing at heart that they both shared as mother and son.

being relentless.

he had goals, personal ones. however, the one thing that stood at the top of his list? you. you disappeared not long after he did, and he was admittedly worried when he found out not long after he came back. it was so sudden, imminent.

What were you like now? gentle.. kind even. Lancelot was puzzled, worried, confused. a mixture of emotions that stewed within the blonde, especially with everything else that has been transpiring so far. he couldn't help but be worried about you, he's searched and searched.

Lancelot knew you were far too strong, too persistent to just give up without a fight. it bewildered the shapeshifter, and he always asked questions that even remotely related to you. But—

each and every question perished at the thought of you, at the thought of the impossibility that you no longer existed. that alone was what made his heart tighten, and he's one of the few hybrids having the ability to read hearts.

despite bearing such a stoic and responsible persona, his emotions can easily break the dam. which was something that he hated so much, so much so that he tried his damndest not to break at every dead-end, at every wall that was too tall to climb. Lancelot didn't even want to consider the impossibility every time it was brought up to him by someone else, his brow was furrowed, too easy to miss.

and they've always noticed of course, Lancelot was somebody who always cared and poured his own way of loving with all his effort. Tristan knew that, Percy did: Hell, even Donny.

Of course Queen Elizabeth did too.

you've always taken after her, in terms of personality. not too unlike Tristan. despite your easy temperamental nature, you held a unique and inherent kindness that far surpasses his ability to fight. he'll admit that much, not to anyone else of course. Her Majesty is, and always has been concerned for his health, and by all rights, worried for you. you are her daughter, both in blood and action.

Lancelot doesn't miss the way the queen is always trodden with an inexplicable sense of sadness, drawing a longing glance at an empty space beside her son. she wishes for both her children back, in the same room together, and he'd be damned if he couldn't do something about that.

["are you alright?"

he asks this question, so suddenly amidst the silence of the everyday royal duties. the worn down shoulders deflate, feeling the weight of the soreness wring his muscles. The queen, eyes with triskelion symbols always seemingly all-knowing flit to his, and she smiles. even with it all, she smiles.

Lancelot envies that.

Elizabeth takes a deep breath, wavering between even, and uneven. the queen squares her shoulders, lifting her head high with both confidence and gentleness. "you're always so worried for everyone Lancelot."

"hard not to." he responds curtly, eyes flashing over to the open air window. Lancelot feels the way the wind ghosts his skin. of course, he keeps his hands firmly in the confines of his pockets. a practiced ease he's so used to, he's not as jumpy as he used to be when he was only ten.

Elizabeth tilts her head, "I admire that quality, it's a rarity I often only found in your mother."

He swears to suppress the heat that rushes to his neck, and nods. Lancelot blinks slowly, trying to collect himself. "guess it runs in the family." he admits, shrugging while he spoke.

The queen laughs, the warmth of it swells in his chest. he appreciates it, "I would hope so, it's a fond quality to have my dear."

He stays silent, waiting for her to continue. Lancelot senses there was more, and he wasn't one to interrupt a woman.

"...I miss her," she pauses, crossing her arms. "I know you've been looking for her, constantly." Lancelot's lips purse, not so used to his penchant of chasing even the wildest of gooses—you—hang mid-air. His head hangs low, his left hand now rubbing the back of his neck.

"M'sorry." he says, and not too long after, he feels a comforting pressure weigh down his shoulder. Lancelot finally looks up, and his eyes widen.

Elizabeth's eyes borderline rimmed red with tears, "you've nothing to apologize for."

And for what it was worth, he deeply appreciated the sentiment. yet the way her thoughts suddenly ran so cold, so devoid of any warmth almost scared the boy.

That was the first time he's seen Her Majesty so deeply, utterly, vulnerable.]

Lancelot's grip around his wrist tightens, and he hates that. He rubs the soreness, feeling around the skeleton that lays beneath the flesh of his hardened skin. He's been on every lead possible, damn near a hellhound. But he doesn't succeed.

His successions presents themselves only in combat, only in his opponents who cower as he shreds the last bit of hope they ever have of walking away from the fight alive. a stark contrast to his own, a stone of hope, for something; that is slowly being chipped away one by one every time he fails in finding a solid path to you. but he stays strong, in hopes for something. anything at this point, and he hates that too.

virtually nothing can tear him away from the thought of finally, finally finding you. he waits, and he dreams of the mere thought.

nonetheless, Lancelot finds himself falling to his knees. something he never does, when you tell him that it was alright to not seek you out anymore.

he questions, he begs. Lancelot pleads with you, 'what about your brother? your mother?' and his heart infinitely breaks when you tell him that very sentence.

["you don't have to seek me out anymore, Lance," you said, cupping his face. his fists ball up, lax, and ball up again. they're nearly white at the peaks of his knuckles. the dream wisps at the edges of your appearance, softening the edges of your once child-like demeanor.

the prince shakes his head in disbelief.

"wh-what?" Lancelot stutters, and your heart squeezes at his tone, but you don't falter.

"you don't have to seek me out anymore, it's okay." you repeat, closing your eyes, and leaning your forehead against his. Lancelot doesn't respond, his body just goes limp at the contact.]

fuck that.

he wasn't going to obey anything of that sort, not on your words. there was no fucking way he was going to do that. Lancelot wasn't just going to leave you alone. you've been gone for nearly nine years, and it was nine years too long.

even if it was just on a lone act of desperation, Lancelot was gonna find you. he'd particularly burn all of Britannia to do it if he had too, and that was no feasible thing he'd admit to alone.

admittedly he was driving himself crazy trying to find you, and with everything else weighing down his shoulders, Lancelot was indubitably surprised that he didn't snap at the drop of the smallest thing that he didn't account for.

lately, he's been investing the disappearances of the village children near Lyon. each and every one traces back with the same similar detail.

whisked away, misty footsteps but nothing else. he senses something deeper beneath it all. but he couldn't find himself trying to figure out the perpetrator. regardless of it, it's something he's been committing to, as the king of Liones himself had taken the solemnity of bestowing such a task to Lancelot.

and being who he is, never turned down the king's requests. especially he shared a deep familial bond with the king, despite the difference in their status.

Lancelot was making his rounds in the streets of the kingdom, familiar walkways penetrate his vision. the prince doesn't miss the cracks that had been forming overtime due to the countless amount of footsteps that had walked these very paths.

footfalls ring in the back of his mind.

"hey lance!" he snaps his head up at the casual tone of the call, and he recognizes it immediately.

King Meliodas himself, the very man who his thoughts fell on as of late. Lancelot watches as the king swaggers over to him, not a single falter in his bounciness. he keeps his hands where they usually are, feeling his rigid stance soften in the face of the king's presence.

"uncle." he finally acknowledges, and the grin on the king's face widened. Lancelot almost winced, worried about the way his skin seemed to stretch. always having room for even the slightest bit of joy, and Lancelot appears to be a contender: constantly.

Lancelot tilts his head, deciding to shift the focus. "what's up?"

"I was curious if you wanted to help me at the bar today," then he shifts on the balls of his feet, the heels clacking against the stone pavement. "I figured an extra hand wouldn't hurt---and you're already nearby." Meliodas chuckles.

Lancelot shrugs, a vehemently easy reminder of his habit. something that he's done so much, it was his way of saying 'yes' or otherwise 'sure'. Meliodas perks up with a much more relaxed grin, and turns around as he made his way to their destination.

the blonde of course, follows.

The two carried themselves with relative ease, having practiced a similar routine before without trouble. Of course Lancelot had once before when he was newer to assisting Meliodas, made a few mistakes of his own; but with time, he improved.

As he always had.

“Hey, mind getting more booze?” Meliodas asks, already leaning beneath the wooden counter in the kitchen side of the bar.

Lancelot had already been weaving through the tables, cleaning them down thoroughly with cloth. He knows that the king wouldn’t mind him if he faltered a bit, but his immaculate eye for detail won’t let him. The cleanliness isn’t something that Lancelot passes up.

He stops his ministrations, sharp eyes flickering over to the doorway that led down to the basement. Or otherwise more commonly known as the cellar.

“M’kay.” Lancelot simply responds, and he does as instructed. Leaving the rag ajar on the table he currently had been attending to.

Footfall becomes less and less indiscriminate as he moves into the cold empty space.

However, his own comments become increasingly spaced out as he senses something. His confidence wavering as he makes it to the floor.

Lancelot stood frozen, staring at the wall in the basement. It wasn’t just any wall; it radiated an unfamiliar energy, an unsettling aura that gnawed at his instincts. His fingers brushed against the stone, and as if responding to his touch, the wall shimmered. He took a step closer, his heart pounding in his chest. Beneath the surface, faint glimmers of light pulsed. He had seen something like this before… but this was different. This was not a mere enchantment or trick of the eye.

And then he saw you.

There you were, suspended within a strange amber, your face pale yet serene, eyes closed. The amber glowed softly, a faint heartbeat in the otherwise still air. Lancelot’s throat tightened as his heart skipped a beat. He recognized you instantly — your presence, even in this ethereal form, was undeniable. The princess of Liones. His uncle’s secret, hidden in plain sight for all these years.

"Uncle...?" Lancelot’s voice barely broke the silence, tinged with disbelief.

Meliodas stepped into the room, his face betraying a deep sorrow. He sighed heavily, as if he had been expecting this moment for a long time.

"You shouldn’t have found out," Meliodas murmured, his voice heavy with regret. "But... now you have."

Lancelot’s mind raced. He had always suspected there was more to the story of the princess, of the mysterious disappearance that no one ever spoke of. But this... this was far beyond what he had ever imagined.

"What happened to her?" Lancelot asked, his voice barely a whisper, but the weight of his words hung heavily in the air.

Meliodas’ gaze softened. "Her power… it was too great, Lancelot. Far beyond what anyone could control. Even she couldn’t contain it. The amber is a prison, but it also protects her. She’s been sealed inside for her own safety, and the safety of everyone else.”

Lancelot’s fists clenched, his nails biting into his palms. He could feel the rage building inside him, but also a deep, overwhelming sadness. "So... she's been here all this time? Trapped in this... this cage?"

Meliodas nodded solemnly. "Yes. I couldn’t bear to tell you, or anyone else. Not until you were ready. Not until you understood why."

Lancelot stepped forward, his eyes fixed on your sealed form, his gaze softening. "Can she… feel anything? Is there any way to reach her?"

Meliodas hesitated before answering, the look in his eyes full of sorrow. "I’ve tried… but the amber prevents anyone from reaching her. Not even you, Lancelot."

Lancelot’s brow furrowed, frustration mounting as he extended his hand, his magic swirling in the air around him. His connection to others' thoughts, to their hearts, had always been strong. It was one of his most powerful gifts. But this... this amber was blocking him. He could feel it — the barrier, thick and unyielding, separating him from you.

"Why didn’t you tell me earlier?" Lancelot’s voice trembled with an emotion he couldn’t quite name. Was it anger? Sadness? Fear? Or was it something far more personal?

"I had to protect you from this truth. From the pain of knowing," Meliodas replied softly. "And because… I didn’t want you to make the same mistake I made."

Lancelot turned back to his uncle, his eyes hardening, but the sadness still lingered. "What mistake?"

Meliodas let out a long, tired sigh. "I thought I could control everything. That I could protect her, protect everyone, by keeping this secret. But in the end, it only hurt her more."

Lancelot’s mind raced as he looked back at your form. He could feel the weight of your power, even sealed away like this, and he understood why it had been locked away. But now, seeing the truth laid bare, he couldn’t just walk away. He couldn’t leave you like this, trapped and forgotten.

"I won’t stop looking for a way to free her," Lancelot said, his voice firm, determination burning in his chest. "Even if I have to do it alone."

Meliodas stepped forward, placing a hand on Lancelot’s shoulder. "I don’t want you to face this alone either, Lancelot. But you must be careful. Some powers... are not meant to be released."

Lancelot turned to face his uncle, his magenta eyes flashing with a mix of resolve and quiet understanding. "I know. But I have to try. I owe her that much."

As the silence stretched between them, Lancelot’s thoughts lingered on the words you had spoken to him in his dreams. The words that had haunted him for so long. *"It’s okay, Lancelot. Don’t look for me anymore."*

But now, standing in this cold basement, with the amber glowing faintly in front of him, he knew he couldn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop.

He owed it to you.

[etheries1015]

The Demon brothers w/ MC who has arachnophobia

Arachnophobia: the irrational and extreme fear of spiders

TW: Arachnophobia, panic attacks, vomit

Overview: The brothers decide to make a bet on who can find your fear, and when one hits home and they don’t get the reaction they were truly hoping for, they comfort you in your time of panic. 

Featuring: Lucifer, Asmodeus, Leviathan, Mammon, Satan

WARNING: I wrote this almost two years ago and it’s been just sitting inside of my drafts wasting away until I could find the motivation to write for the last couple of brothers. I did not find that motivation lol. So this has not been proofread, and I decided to just throw it into the pit of fire and share it anyway! Hope you like it nonetheless, but it definitely is not the best of my works. Please keep this in mind while reading.

Otherwise, take a look at my master list to see other works I do! 

Authors note: Based my reaction to real things I personally feel regarding arachnophobia . I can't even look at pictures of them without feeling sick to my stomach, so the reaction is truly how I would feel in this situation... Hope I'm not the only one with this extreme fear, and hopefully its a little relatable.

Scenario:

There weren't many things the MC is afraid of, so it seems.

"So...MC, tell me," Solomon started, "If being surrounded by all of these demons and magic doesn't shake you up, what DOES scare you?" He smiled gently, that mysterious smile. Around the dinner table were all of the brothers during a community dinner at the House of Lamentation, staring intently at MC who only shrunk down into their seats. Chuckling nervously, MC rolled their eyes in slight annoyance.

"That...is something I'm not going to share with you," a cheerful smile planted upon their lips.

That was the very sentence that brought us to our...current situation.

A week passed, the brothers tried everything from ghost stories to walks in the woods late at night. Pretty tame, don't you think? They had a list of different possible fears a normal human may have, since the typical situations the MC found themselves in the devildom seem to not leave a dent in their confidence or bravery. One night, during meal preparation, came their next plan.

"Spiders? Really, Mammon? Levi?" Asmodeus sassily crossed his arms shaking his head in disapproval, leaning against the countertop.

"Hey, trust me. I read this thing -"

"You, Reading?" Satan interrupted Mammon, causing the brothers to snicker.

"Shut it!" Mammon growled, taking a small plastic spider and setting it in the bowl of food meant for MC, "I'm sure ima win this one," he proudly proclaimed, "I looked up a buncha different human fears and this seemed to be a popular one."

"You guys are such kids..." Belphie yawned, trudging to the dining room, "Let’s go eat, Beel."

The red-headed twin looked back at the bowl with a worried expression before turning back on his heel to follow his brother. Each of them entered the dining room where MC sat waiting, along with the group from purgatory hall. A smile was planted on their lips as they joked with the angels and fellow human, thanking Mammon as he set their food in front of them.

"Ah..." MC looked up at Mammon with a confused look, "Thank...you? I could have dished up myself-"

Mammon cut them off saying something rushed and embarrassed along the lines of "I can be nice when I want to, don't get the wrong idea, though!" Before taking his own seat.

The brothers stared in anticipation, watching MC lead the spoon up to their lips

Looking back down at the bowl, MC froze in shock for a moment.

That was when they saw it.

Your reaction

With a shaking hand, you drop the spoon and covered your mouth with your hand, ready to throw up. You quickly pushed the chair back causing it to fall, running to the nearest garbage to throw up what you had eaten. At this point, you were now a shaking, sobbing mess. Your heart was beating so fast, the reveal of the spider in your meal replaying in your head. You couldn't even bring yourself to close your eyes to try and collect yourself, all you could see was that...wretched creature every time you saw darkness.

Their reaction:

Lucifer:

He sensed the immense fear from you immediately and quickly took the initiative to remove the bowl from your grasp.

Though he had taken away the source, he could feel the buildup of fear continue.

He stared in shock for a moment, even though he took away the bowl, you still had reacted the way you did.

After getting over the moment of shock from your state, he had rushed to your side.

He had never seen you so shaken up, he wasn't sure if he should even touch you in fear of making it somehow worse.

Excused himself and you from the table to take you to the kitchen to breath, hugging you when he knew it was okay to do so. (We love consent here)

He thought it was silly, fearing something so small when you don't even struggle with CERBERUS, a literal giant demon dog.

"I don't fully understand the reasoning, but..." He cupped your cheeks with his long, slender fingers gently , looking you intently in the eyes, "I will not allow some little bug take away your smile from us. Or me."

Has the house deep cleaned for any cobwebs or reminders of spiders, he knows how it feels to be so afraid of something that any reminder of said fear is painful, no matter how little or big that fear may be.

Hung Mammon up for the entire idea

This man would protect you from anything, even from a small insect that he has no understanding the fear behind it.

Mammon:

Poor puppy had no idea what to do other than panic, color draining from his face the second he saw your shaking hand and the yelp of fear escape your lips.

Doesn't apologize at first with words, but with actions.

Runs to your side while you are doubled over in fear over the garbage can, wanted to pat your back but instead he just awkwardly waits for you to look at him once you're done throwing up.

Oh boy. He looks like a kicked puppy the second he saw the tears streaming down your face, shaking like crazy.

Wasn't sure what to say, so he just pulled you into his arms.

"I'm ....sorry," he mumbled, awkwardly patting your back in attempt to comfort you.

Will tease you after though, and brag that he won for finding out your fear.

Never did it again, and is secretly on the look out for any spiders around you or the house so he can rid of it before you see it.

He's weak for your tears <3

Leviathan:

He doesn't even know what to do, when you start running to the garbage can he only stares in surprise.

Honestly , he probably isn't the type to actively comfort you right away, he's trying to think of what he could do to help later on instead.

Walks up to you while you're calming down, before asking if you are okay 

Genuinely doesn't understand the fear behind such a small creature, there are millions of other things much scarier in the games you play together.

He would give behind the scenes comfort, making sure his brothers don't bring anything regarding spiders up, and will make sure to proof watch/read manga, anime, and games to make sure it doesn't have anything to trigger your arachnophobia

"I know you think I'm just a weird gross otaku but... I care about these things too! I'll make sure you can enjoy all of our anime and gameplay nights without worrying about something like that!"

Cuddles and anime night with a comfort anime of your choice.

Asmodeus:

He definitely doesn't understand the reasoning behind such a fear, but he too, is willing to ignore that fact when it comes to you.

He doesn't LIKE them because they are unsightly, but for sure isn't AFRAID of them, and thought at first you were the same.

That was...until he saw the genuine fear in your eyes after he ran after you and patted your back as you vomited.

He doesn't do anything directly to help you avoid spiders, but will do anything to comfort you. Head rubs, movie nights in his room, he is more of a .... "Distract yourself from your problems and fears instead of face them" kind of demon.

"Look at me , into my eyes. Forget those awful little things," he gently grabs your hand and sets his forehead against yours, "they can't hurt you, darling. It'll be okay. If you're still scared, shall we sleep together tonight?" He giggles.

He loves you and tries very hard to make you feel better, since your being is (almost) more important than his own. But he isn't always the best at this, since loving others more than him is a bit of a new concept.

He's trying for you xoxo

Satan:

He never thought he would ever see you break with something like this

But understands well enough, he had extended knowledge on different human fears, all the better for his class on manipulating humans...

The calm one, cleaning up the mess while the others panic to be by your side.

Angrily lectures all of the brothers on arachnophobia and the side effects and reactions you may have if this happened again.

Whispering sweet words of comfort as you sob and shake in his arms. Gently rubbing your back while glaring at the brothers. While they could sense your fear, Satan's anger was far greater.

Does blame himself a little bit, since he was aware of the plan but didn't particularly do anything to actively stop it. But makes up for it xoxo

"I know a good cat café near by, if you're up for it, I'll buy you whatever you want as an apology." He kissed your forehead gently.

Before suggesting any books to read, he proof reads them for any sign of spiders, pictures or in depth descriptions could be just as traumatizing! 

Since his room is always a constant mess of books, it’s bound to become dusty. Now, before you enter his room, he makes sure that even if his books are not cleaned up, that the cobwebs and dust is taken care of. 

[almellow-crk]

Fankids for my Scrambled Lovers AU! (The one with BitterSpice, WingedLesbians, FrenchJester, PureSalt and MysticLily). Ask me more about them please. I want to ramble more

Spicy Bombon Cookie: Magic/Middle Row/Darkness+Fire. Daughter of Burning Spice and Dark Cacao, next queen of the Dark Cacao Kingdom. She doesn't get along with her bigger brother because of his betrayal and alliance to Dark Enchantress Cookie (Dark Cacao has already forgiven him, this is just Spicy Bombon being vindictive). Training with her father since day one to become a reliable queen and warrior. Always smiling, only family and close friends can identify a true or false smile. She has a very good relationship with her other dad, too, he's the only one that understands her more "chaotic" side. Engaged to Kanafeh Cookie.

Soulstone: This stone holds a piece of Spicy Bombon Cookie's soul. Feels a bit heavy, but there's a fire inside waiting to be unraveled.

Korintje Cinnamon Cookie: Defense/Front Row/Fire. Adopted daughter of Burning Spice and Dark Cacao. She has a slow mind and learning things is difficult for her. Trained mostly by Burning Spice Cookie. If she is capable of stopping his blow then nothing can beat her. She has a very sturdy body that blocks and parries attacks without a shield. She doesn't smile or laugh often, Dark Cacao Cookie is maybe the one who can read them better. Coddled by everyone in the family, even her big brother, with whom she get's very well. In fact, there's no single cookie that dislikes her. How can they when her confused expression is so cute?

Soulstone: This stone holds a piece of Korintje Cinnamon Cookie's soul. It's warm and cozy, perfect to hug in a cold night.

Kanafeh Cookie: Ranged/Last Row/Wind. Son of two ladies that spoiled him roten. If someone look past from his absurd entirlement and materialistic needs, they'll see how caring and attentive he can be. Prince and future King of the Golden Cheese Kingdom, someday, when he's able to differentiate between desire and need. Golden Cheese Cookie is working on that matter. Coached by Eternal Sugar Cookie, his singing is so good he can use it to attack enemies (Besides his double wielding swords). He already has fans fawning over him, and might soon release an album. Who could deny him of such thing?Engaged to Spicy Bombon Cookie.

Soulstone: This stone holds a piece of Kanafeh Cookie's soul. It reflects a beautiful and strong light of hope.

Soy Milk Cookie: Bomber/Front Row/ No-Element. The first born of Hollyberry Cookie and Shadow Milk Cookie. All the family fawned over him when he was born. And yet, he grew up to be relatively normal. That is, if one doesn't count how manipulative and hipnotic he is, taking a lot of lessons from Black Sapphire Cookie. Likes to face challenges head on, kicking everything out of his way just like his mother does (Though he uses his brain and not his muscles to do it). If life is a circus, he is the master of ceremonies, the Marshal, making the show go on without a hitch. And also throws magic tricks and whole shows to his family, even if Shadow Milk Cookie it's a little dissapointed that his kid didn't took in more his traits.

Soulstone: This stone holds a piece of Soy Milk Cookie's soul. It won't let you look away until the everything finishes. No matter what, the show must go on!

Gooseberry Cookie: Support/Middle Row/Poison. Twin son of Shadow Milk and Hollyberry. Very easygoing, carefree and happy most of the time. Has a half-happy masc covering the left side of his face to match with his twin brother. He only cried two times in all his short life: because he was hungry, and because of his twin brother. Get's along greatly with his mom and two big brothers and sister, and with a certain cookie that protects the kingdom in the jungle. His acting skills makes his father proud. One time he managed to steal a whole can of cookies and managed to not look culprit.

Soulstone: This stone holds a piece of Gooseberry Cookie's soul. These bright colors doesn't make you want to smile? Like it wants to share it's happiness with you?

Acai Berry Cookie: Support/Middle Row/Poison. Twin son of Hollyberry and Shadow Milk. A scaredy cat, a poor wet dog, all the negativity supressed from his parents manifested into him. Feels like the black sheep in the lousy family, is scared to make friends because he thinks he has nothing to offer. Has a half-sad masc covering his right side of his face due to an accident when he was little. Always behind his twin or father, only getting along with the quietest part of his family and his twin. So quiet he is, that you wouldn't notice if he walked towards you in a library.

Soulstone: This stone holds a piece of Acai Berry Cookie's soul. These gloomy colors doesn't make you want to cry? Like it wants to take away all the sad things in the world?

Biscuit Crusader Cookie: Charge/Front Row/Light. Son of Pure Vanilla Cookie and Silent Salt Cookie. Nobody knows how he was trained, he follows a strict justice system that is suspected he learned from his quiet guardian. He is direct, short-worded and stubborn. He has no interest in ruling the Vanilla Kingdom, he considers he can do more for Crispia as a knight than as a king. And if a relative takes the throne, his main duty will be to protect them.

Soulstone: This stone holds a piece of Biscuit Crusader Cookie's soul. Albeit still distant, it radiates safety and protection from within.

Chrysanthemum Cookie: Ambush/Last Row/No-Element. Daughter of White Lily Cookie and Mystic Flour Cookie. She is soon to be the leader of the Faerie Kingdom, and once her mother is gone, she will also take the role of the Tree's Guardian. Many doubt she comes straight from her mothers, since she was born a faerie. But there's a very logical counter argument for that. She got both the beast's eyes and her mother's thirst for knowledge. But this time, her life investigation is not about the purpose of cookiekind... Very quiet girl, but elegant and seemingly delicate. Someone gave her a scythe as a gift and it became her favorite weapon.

Soulstone: This stone holds a piece of Chrysanthemum Cookie's soul. While holding it, your own soul feels a pang of dread.

Some general facts about this new generation of heroes.

•Spicy Bombon absolutely dislikes Kanafeh's flirty self, part of it because he is the son of his mother.

•Biscuit Crusader and Soy Milk have a 👎Friendly👍 rivalry for Korintje Cinnamon. She doesn't even notices, and neither of them are ready to face her parents

•Gooseberry and Acai Berry are grounded innthe Hollyberry Kingdom until they reach adulthood (In 3 years) after a certain incident that left their parents worried and protective.

•Chrysanthemum Cookie spends most of her time researching. The only one with whom she keeps a steady friendship is with Biscuit Crusader.

•Every time the ancients have a meeting, they try to bring their kids too to let them know eachother and play, hoping they form a strong bond. Sometimes Soy Milk and Kanafeh manage to make the meeting a battle ground.

•Acai Berry only considers Korintje Cinnamon his friend. She is the only one that doesn't look at him with pity and actually believes him when he tells her about the eyes on his hair.

[erwinsvow]

you write rafe so good and like you get me like sometimes i’m reading and i’m like “how’d they know😦” so HEAR ME OUT lifeguard!reader (bc i’m a lifeguard at a few country clubs) and i think rafe would be drooling and kelce and top would make fun of him and they’d like break all the rules like back flipping off the diving board just to get readers attention

oh my god first of all i completely adore you!! im so glad yess we must be little brain twins <3 i would love to know which parts made you think that! but here is the best i could come up with for a lifeguard au which is soooo cute but imagine.. its a pogue reader...

rafe knows every pretty girl who frequents the country club, he's made a point of making sure he does. so a fresh face in the crowd stands out pretty easily, especially one like yours.

you're pretty without trying, hair tugged behind you in a ponytail and a simple red one piece, the bottoms covered with denim shorts. it's not the usual kind of outfit for the club, but maybe you're headed out by the pool or something.

he can only see you from the back, though when you turn around, he sees the white cross on the front of your swimsuit. then he sees the boy in matching red trunks next to you, the whistle around your necks and a little first-aid box in your hands. a hot life guard, it doesn't get much more stereotypical than that.

you look around the club, following the boy who can only be giving you a tour of the facilty, with curious eyes like you've never been here before. it's only then a comment from top snaps him into a frankly startling realization.

"can't believe they hire pogues for this shit. wouldn't be surprised if shit started going missing by the pool deck."

rafe thinks normally he'd throw another line in, laugh at what top's saying, but he can't find it in him today. so he keeps watching, the sweet way you smile at a little girl who stopped you to ask for a bandaid, the way you nod while taking in something else in your training.

"alright. you've been staring at that pogue girl for twenty minutes. what gives?" kelce asks finally, after rafe ignores what they've been saying to him for the third time.

"huh?" he snaps back, tearing eyes away from you to look at his idiot friends.

"don't tell me you got hots for the lifeguard. what're you, thirteen?" they laugh, but rafe doesn't.

"shut up." he stands, downing the rest of his drink. "m'goin' to the pool. you loser can come and shut up or stay here and yap."

when he finally gets out there, you've shed the shorts, looking over the kiddie section of the pool with a watchful eye, taking the responsibility of watching brats seriously. he doesn't hesitate, jumping into the deep end with a huge splash, one that gets your attention.

you walk over, making sure whoever that was didn't just fall in, when two boys yell over.

"hey! lifeguard! our friend needs help!" you turn to look back at the boy who's been training you, wondering if you should dive in or wait since you're still in training, when you hear them again.

"not him! you! in the red. hurry!" you don't hesitate, though you're confused, jumping straight in and swimming over to the boy. he doesn't look like he needs help, in fact, he looks like he's floating.

"um, excuse me-" that's all you get out when you get close to him, because he scoops you up like he's rescuing you, carrying you out of the pool like a bride. you kick your feet, yelling out. "hey! put me down! you're not even drowning!"

he sets you down, and you wipe your face, staring up at pretty blue eyes and an arrogant face, once you recognize, one that your best friends hate.

"oh. you. i should have known."

"me? yeah, heard about me, have you? only good things, i hope."

"yeah, no. what the fuck was all that? i thought you were drowning."

"yeah, i was. thanks for the help." confused, soaking wet, and not appreciating his two little sidekicks snickering behind you, you try to get away, when rafe follows.

"so, uh, how long you been working here?"

"it's my first day."

"yeah, i thought so. i never forget a pretty face, so-"

"are you serious?"

"dead serious. and yours is definitely pretty."

"rafe," you say, leaning in closer so he can hear you clearly. "stop hitting on me. i have to work. some of us actually have to work."

"know my name already, huh? what else have you heard-" you roll your eyes, he laughs.

"i heard you're a good swimmer," you say, taking another step closer.

"yeah. from who?"

"i don't know. i'm about to find out." with one hand, you push his chest, and he falls backwards into the pool, the water splashing around your feet. you laugh, watching him bob in the pool, his friends laughing too. "good talk. hope we never speak again."

rafe gets out of the pool, pushing his wet hair back. he calls out after you.

"yeah we'll see about that."

[syndrossi]

You know this ask-post of yours? It feels kinda cracky when I start to think about it instead of "semi happy" as you put it for best case scenario? But maybe that's me because when I actually start writing anything at all I always end up with an conversational and humorous tone, I guess? So that might just be me.

And I have no idea where this idea came from, as far as I know it has no basis in any asoiaf/got media, but I kinda like the idea that Jon, despite looking so much a Stark that Ned's children (sans Arya) look less Stark than him, all his /expressions/ are all Targaryen. You wouldn't know it without comparison, but when Winterfell suddenly has the late Queen Rhaella and an alive and for some reason a teenage Prince Reaghar in the courtyard all confused like and someone sees Jon near them they suddenly have a lot of questions! Especially when they pull the same face as a reaction to something in sinc! It's uncanny.

Also, in that au, though I guess it could be in both this one and restoration too, but in either of those, after confirming that Jon does, in fact, remember and is still /his/ Jon, would Reaghar freak out (even just in the privacy of his own mind!) over the fact that Jon, for some reason, omitted the fact that he happened to be his /son/? Whom he aparently didn't even have the opportunity to raise! It would be funny to read that in a morbid sort of way? I mean they are Targaryens! Their mothers are their aunts and cousins they should be used to weird family relations, but still!

I mean, the premise of Restoration itself (which isn't too different from "Rhaegar and Rhaella show up in Winterfell at the start of AGOT with dragons") is more than a little cracky. I'm just your opposite, where I like to take crack premises (Arthur Dayne appears suddenly and tries to join the Princesguard!) and try to treat them seriously. 😅

Well, the good thing about Jon potentially have very Targaryen expressions (quite possible if he inherited, say, Rhaegar's mouth and brow) is that not too many people are around who would even recognize them, including Ned. It's not like Ned was buddy-buddy with Rhaegar, and I doubt he ever got closer than twenty paces to Aerys or Rhaella, assuming he ever visited KL when younger. But I could see him studying Jon's face on occasion and going "that's not my sister's expression." And spending a moment panicking before reminding himself that no one would possibly make a Targaryen connection.

Except if you suddenly throw two suddenly-not-dead Targaryens into the mix, including Rhaegar at the same age as Jon, when their similarities would be most apparent!

I'm assuming the two of them get a quick history lesson while Ned is internally screaming about what to do with the smoking dragon guns pointing directly at Jon saying EXTRA TARGARYEN THAT I'VE KEPT HIDDEN RIGHT HERE. Fortunately, their dragons (or hatchlings, depending on age) mean they do have some leg up.

(Wait, does Ned try to pull the same Restoration AU story with Rhaella and Rhaegar??? *squints* Basically "this is Jon's baby mama, and uhhh he had a twin who my lover demanded to keep, so we split them up." Surely not. But he does need to buy some time for the dragons to be effective, and that will involve "hiding" Rhaella and Rhaegar somehow.)

But yes, just like Restoration AU, Rhaegar is going to be very upset about Jon withholding very pertinent information such as Rhaegar having been his (dead) father, WTF JON.

[kaeyaswifefromsnezhnaya]

We don't need Yugi's flashback because their story has been told for a long time. (an analysis) Part 1.

We don't know much about the twins, but I think that's enough because their personal story parallels all the characters in this manga. And we already know it. In this analysis, I will analyze the relationships of Kou with Mitsuba, the fourth secret, Hakubo with Sumire, and Aoi with Akane, because their arcs interpret one big arc of the twins.

1. Kou and Mitsuba. That boy was still that boy.

The main problem for Kou is the "real" Mitsuba. His entire arc is reduced to trying to bring back "that" boy, while Mitsuba's problem is wanting to live as a living person. Kou feels responsible for Mitsuba and wants to help him with his own hands, not someone else's.

He believes that he can make everyone happy, alone. It's really important to him, he's really dedicated to saving Mitsuba. So much so that he won't listen to anyone, even Mitsuba himself - he's so stubborn.

Just like Amane.

The problem is that Kou separates the two Mitsubas, he's completely confused about "who's the real one" and spends his time trying to figure it out instead of cherishing the time he spends with Mitsuba more often.

"You wanted to be my friend, right?" "You wanted to bring back the me you lost, please stay by my side..."

Mitsuba wants that understanding from Kou. "Admit it already, it's impossible, I can't become a _normal_ person, because no one can do that."

Mitsuba knows he's not the same anymore, but he still wants understanding. No one can turn back time, so why not just accept it? Kou is adamant.

And the famous "do you want me to die so we can understand each other better" page.

And then Mitsuba calls Kou an idiot because you can't say things like that. You have to value your life.

So how does this relate to Yugi?

Amane has trouble deciding whether the "new" Tsukasa who came back is the real one, while Tsukasa just wanted some simple human warmth.

Amane thinks he's responsible, thinks he can fix everything on his own, he never listens to anyone, and is very stubborn. It's believed that he tried to fix the big clock to turn back time and bring back the "real" Tsukasa. That's why he doesn't value the time he spends with his brother, because it's not the same. He's fixated on the idea of two Tsukases and a real brother.

"You wanted to bring back the me you lost back then (that birthday), please stay by my side..."

Tsukasa just wanted to spend time with his brother. Deep down, he was waiting for the joy of meeting and understanding from Amane. No one can return Amane to a real living brother, it's all too complicated and even the machinations over time did not solve the problem. And perhaps Amane could have thought that if they both died, it would somehow bring them closer together. Tsukasa is very angry with Amane's actions, because he gave his life in exchange for his brother's health, and he destroyed it so easily, without appreciating it.

2. The Fourth mystery and Mei Shijima.

I won't say much here, and maybe not very deep things, but nevertheless.

"Killing Shijima Mei is all I want." Yes, we have an obvious parallel with killing her twin with a knife, but the reasons for the fourth secret... "I wanted to protect the real you."

Shijima believes that this will bring Mei good. And despite the fact that she tried to kill Mei from the dream world, she still asks her not to leave, even though she is not "real" in the full sense, because it is too painful.

Also, the Fourth hates this fake world. It is too perfect in it, in a way that does not exist in reality.

How does this relate to Yugi?

Amane in the pp arc is parallel to Shijima, Nene just catches their similarity.

Radical problem solving, believing that they alone know what's best, doing horrible things "for your own good." Amane probably killed Tsukasa for similar reasons, believing that somehow it would be better this way. Amane also accepts the current Tsukasa as a fake, but even so, he doesn't want all the yorishiro to be destroyed, he doesn't want his brother to disappear, because losing him again is too painful.

Hanako hates the world of the perfect picture, everything is too easy and wonderful in it, as it was not in his real life, where he had to endure a lot.

3. Hakubo and Sumire. Mystery and yorishiro.

Sumire first appeared before us as proof that yorishiro can be in human form and her story is very parallel to Tsukasa. She had to spend many years locked away in the boundary of the mystery, in the form of the same place where she met her death.

She has not met Hakubo since that day. She hoped that he would come to her, but this did not happen, although Sumire strongly maintained some hope for her own importance to him - "after all, yorishiro becomes what the school mystery cherishes most."

She is tired of her existence, she has no particular purpose and she does not mind disappearing if it will help someone, if she will be useful at least in this way.

Nene asks Sumire what is so good about Hakubo? After all, he is unbearable, and Sumire probably fell in love with him because there was simply no one else. No one was as close to her. It is funny to hear this from Nene, but more on that later.

Sumire was also sacrificed to the hole demon in exchange for a wish, and later became a yorishiro, which is mechanically very reminiscent of Tsukasa. She also has a control complex due to the fact that she could not influence anything in her life.

She would also really like to be mourned and remembered - that is, at least some sympathy in her direction.

Hakubo, on the other hand, had problems expressing his will, and this is the main point of his personal history.

He suffers from the fact that he could have acted differently towards Sumire, these thoughts have haunted him since that day. He understands that he did not value the time spent with her during her life, he was cold in everyday life and he did not save her from death. The guilt for her death lies heavily on him.

"If I lived another life, I would have done things differently." He only grinds this thought in his head, and Sumire sits alone in the boundary, without the support of a loved one nearby.

How does this relate to Yugi?

I will continue this thought in the next post, since the image limit has ended 🙌🏻

Parts 2 and 3

[thatgayunoriginalbastard]

How Does It Feel To Be Helpless? - Part 2

Some Odysseus mpreg propaganda

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Summary:

Poseidon hated Odysseus. Simple as that. And he knew Odysseus hated him too. It just happened that they were able to gain some mutual enjoyment from sex. Enough so that Odysseus agreed to let Poseidon change his body so the god could get him pregnant (so long as Penelope also got the chance to knock him up too). But even as the mortal king carried the twins he managed to get, Poseidon knew their hatred was still mutual. The king would have to be insane to actually like him. And Poseidon would have to be insane to get attached to a mortal. Mortals were so fragile, after all. And of all the fragile mortals he knew, none were as drawn to tragedy as Odysseus of Ithaca.

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Instantly, Poseidon stood up and transformed from his mostly humanoid divine form into the mortal looking disguise he had made ever since it became clear that he’d be around the castle more and would need to be able to walk around without everyone gawking at him, or more accurately being terrified of him. Poseidon left the bedroom and swiftly walked through the halls. He was fairly sure that Penelope would be in the throne room with Telemachus, meeting with a few high-ranking members of the community. The smart course of action would be to slip through one of the hidden passages, get the attention of Telemachus, have him get the attention of Penelope, wait for her to find a way to excuse herself, explain things, and let her come up with another excuse for why she had to leave early.

Of all the things in Poseidon’s domain, intellect was not one of them.

“Queen Penelope!” Poseidon yelled out as he burst into the throne room.

Instantly the eyes of the group of old men who thought of themselves as having any power were on him, looking annoyed and confused with the loud arrival of some well-dressed, incredibly handsome, strong, powerful looking, sexy stranger. But Poseidon ignored them, instead looking up at an annoyed and confused Penelope, a confused and worried Telemachus, and a just annoyed Athena who was in her own mortal disguise and glaring at Poseidon as if he had done something to her personally.

“Tríaina, what is the meaning of this?” Penelope asked sternly.

“There has been a development in the king’s condition. You must get to him urgently.”

“Mentor has more healing knowledge than I,” Penelope said, gesturing to the disguised Athena, “so he can go with you instead to check on the king. Please, we are discussing important matters.”

“The king requested you specifically.”

“My husband is very fond of me. I repeat, Mentor can-”

“No. My queen he…” Poseidon trailed off, trying to think of any other way to explain things without revealing Odysseus’ condition but coming up with nothing, “It’s happening.”

All the color drained from Penelope’s face as she stood up without needing to hear another word.

“Telemachus, you’ve been learning long enough, finish the meeting, send Eurycleia to my room, then go wait in your room. Mentor, help him then come help with the king. Gentlemen, I am incredibly sorry for this, but it seems our king has had a development in his condition and as you would know I should be fully aware of the health and safety of our beloved king and my dear husband. Thank you.”

The moment Poseidon was within reach Penelope grabbed him by the arm and started to drag him back to the bedroom. If he wasn’t busy wondering what was going on with Odysseus, he might have room in his brain to be drawn in by the strong, confident woman who reminded him much of what drew him to his own wife.

…thought perhaps even with his wondering there was still room for that.

“You better explain to me exactly what happened by the time we get through the doors.” Penelope said, speaking as seriously as Poseidon had ever heard before.

“I was with Odysseus, we were talking, I was keeping him comfortable, he mentioned pain relief a couple times, I did what I thought would help, and then he stopped me and we noticed what you and Eurycleia had described as one of the signs of a coming birth, that release of water.”

“It is far too early for this to be happening.”

“I am aware of that.”

“And you did nothing that could have caused it?”

“Well my fingers were inside him at the time, but-”

“Poseidon!” Penelope hissed, needing to convey her anger without actually yelling at him while they still were lacking in privacy.

“But I do not think that caused it! I have had sex with heavily pregnant women before and even that didn’t start the birth process. And you have seen what I’m like in bed.”

“And whatever surface you could get Odysseus on.”

“Still have a little humor in you, Penny?” Poseidon asked with a smirk.

“You’ve been rubbing off on me.”

“That’s not the only thing I’ve been rubbing off.”

“Gods have mercy.” Penelope groaned, though the corner of her lip did start to move up.

“You certainly didn’t when you did the same thing. You really can be ruthless too, my queen.”

“If you left out any important details on the state of my husband, you will see exactly how ruthless I can be. And I won’t even need your trident.”

Poseidon took that as his cue to shut up and let Penelope pull him the rest of the way to the bedroom, her only letting go when she opened the door. The moment she saw Odysseus she rushed over to him and Poseidon closed the door, shifting back into his more godly form, not liking being disguised for any longer than necessary. Also he felt like he needed Odysseus to be as comfortable as possible and part of him wanted to think that the man would be more comfortable when he was around if he looked like himself instead of in some mortal disguise.

“Odysseus, my love, are you okay?” Penelope asked, sitting in bed next to Odysseus and cupping his cheek.

“I’m always fine when you’re here.” Odysseus said, leaning into the touch.

“Poseidon said you mentioned pain. Where is it?”

“It’s nothing I can’t deal with.”

For a man so skilled at lying, ever since his pregnancy started moving towards the later stages his face became incapable of hiding anything. As such, both Poseidon and Penelope could both tell he was absolutely downplaying how he felt. It was so obvious that Poseidon felt more of that sense of worry building inside of him. Just days ago the man could be convincing enough to at least make someone think he was being honest, but suddenly it seemed unlikely that he’d be able to lie to a maid without them at least being suspicious of if he was telling the truth.

What was going on with him?

“Poseidon said that you’ve been mentioning pain. I need you to describe that to me.”

“Penny, my love, it’s fine. Just some back aches and cramps.”

“How long do the cramps last?”

“Not terribly long. I haven’t been counting.”

“Odysseus, you aren’t supposed to be giving birth for two months. I need you to stop lying to me about your pain for my sake.” Penelope said, frustration and concern clear in her voice.

“I’m not lying! I’m not dealing with anything worse than what you did when you gave birth to Telemachus.”

“Then stand up.”

“What?” Odysseus asked, both confused and worried, likely realizing just how obvious he was being.

“When I started the birth process with Telemachus I was able to walk around. I needed some support, sure, but I could still do it. So if your pain isn’t worse than mine was, stand up.”

Odysseus went silent, not even making any attempts to do much as sit up from being slightly propped up by pillows. He knew that he wasn’t able to without pain, so he didn’t try. He didn’t even try.

“I’m sorry.” Odysseus said, voice becoming weak as tears started to well up, “I didn’t want either of you to worry about me. I want to handle this. I know I can handle this. I don’t want you two to be scared. About me or the babies.”

“But if you don’t tell us how you’re doing, we won’t be able to help.” Penelope gently countered, “You don’t need to be worried. Athena is on her way with Eurycleia.”

“Okay. Okay.” Odysseus nodded with an exhale, closing his eyes, “We’re going to be fine.”

“Yes we are. I know the man I fell in love with. You can do this. You’re the strongest man I know. The only being I’ve met that’s stronger is Athena. You’ll make it through this. All three of you will.”

“I can only pray that that’s true.”

“And that’s exactly what we’ll do.”

Penelope softly kissed her husband and Poseidon was filled with an odd sense of uselessness. The only times he had been around for the birth of his offspring were the children he had with Amphitrite. For all the others he would either show up to a few days after their birth or not at all. And even if he was around when his wife gave birth, all he did was sit next to her and soothe her through the process. But Odysseus already had someone to do that for him. They didn’t need him there. They would be fine on their own. He could leave and come back once everything was done. He could wait for his child to be born, take them, and then never come back. Or maybe he could simply leave and let the man he hated be forced to raise the child they had together alone. Except no, Odysseus wasn’t alone. Poseidon’s child would live in luxury with two loving parents, an incredible old brother, and a twin that was sure to be as remarkable as the royals that make them. So he truly had nothing he was required to do. He had no reason to stay.

So why did the thought of leaving fill him with so much guilt?

Before Poseidon could think about that any further, the doors to the bedroom swung open and Eurycleia walked in, tailed closely by Athena. Eurycleia wasted no time going over to the bed while Athena closed the doors tightly, shapeshifting from her disguise into her godly form as she did. Poseidon made sure to give the elderly nurse plenty of space while she stood over Odysseus, looking as serious as she ever had before, so serious that even Penelope moved back from her husband to give the woman space.

“If your body truly is attempting to give birth early, we can still make sure that both you and the children will be okay.” Eurycleia, sounding soothing but still professional, “It will be hard and painful and we will need the gods to be merciful, but we needn’t panic, at least not now.”

“What do we need to do?” Penelope asked.

“You can help him sit up. It will be painful, but it must be done. Once he does that, things will be easier if we get him undressed.”

“Is that…really necessary?” Odysseus asked, sounding slightly hesitant.

“My boy, you are pregnant. Don’t act like some blushing maiden. I believe everyone in this room has seen you naked before.”

“Unfortunately, yes.” Athena softly muttered.

“Athena, can you make sure that nobody will interrupt us? Preferably in a way where they won’t even be able to hear the chaos going on. Should Odysseus start screaming in pain, we don’t want to raise any alarms. Once the children are born and we claim Penelope was the one who birthed them we can likely convince them that our lovely and powerful queen is simply strong enough to not raise a disturbance even when giving birth early.”

“Smart plan. I can absolutely do that.” Athena nodded.

“Penelope, once Odysseus is sitting up and undressed, I need you to teach Odysseus all the prayers that I taught you. Eileithyia of course, but also Hecate and Artemis Kourotrophos. Hera as well. Do you know your standings with those goddesses?”

“I do not, no.” Odysseus said.

“Eileithyia should protect you as long as you properly honor her.” Athena explained, “Hecate has no strong opinions on you, Artemis actually likes you well enough after you hunted down the suitors, and Hera…I’m not sure, honestly. When I was bargaining for your freedom she was able to be convinced by your fidelity, but I haven’t interacted with her much since then.”

“I can assure you that when Odysseus returned to me he told me about his two encounters with Poseidon. After his third he told me immediately and after that I gave him permission to do as he wished with the god. And I was present and participatory when we got him pregnant.”

“With the other three goddesses we should have some favor” Eurycleia nodded, “and hopefully thanks to Penelope’s awareness of your activities with Poseidon, Hera will at least not be offended with this. But still, keep up the prayers to honor them. I have already started work on making sure we will be ready for any animal sacrifices after the birth and collected any herbs we may need. Like I said, we don’t need to be fearful. But we should still stay careful. I will start working on any other preparations. Oh, Poseidon, would you be able to be ready to procure anything that I might need and don’t have access to in this room?”

“O-of course.” Poseidon stammered, having not expected the nurse to ask him to do anything.

“Excellent. By the way, it’s lovely to finally see your true face. After all these months of you skulking around in disguise I didn’t think I’d get  the chance.” Eurycleia said with a smile before looking back at Odysseus, “Now, let’s get you up my boy. We have a lot of hard and painful work ahead of us. But it will all be worth it, gods willing.”

Standing in the bedroom of his longest running enemy, Poseidon could only pray that they would.

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As of writing this, Odysseus is falling behind in the vote (46% to 54%). We've got less than a day and a half left in this to get him to get into the finals. So long as Odysseus is in the running, I'll keep posting these chunks. But if he loses, I'll stop until I finish this and get it edited and I'll just post the AO3 link like I normally do.

So, that said, go and vote Odysseus now for the "NEED👏THAT👏MAN👏PREGNANT" poll!

[professorfcknmoriarty]

Okay, I'm very late to the party as I only just got around to watching The Wrong Kids, but let me tell you... the idea of Tracker so immediately switching sides at the very idea that there's a Kristen out there for her still is just...wow.

All I can think about is Fig bringing this Tracker back with her. Back to the canon timeline, where Kristen and Tracker are broken up but she's still so, so very much not over her. Where the two of them have been trying so hard to do the just friends thing, but things aren't easy.

So, now Kristen, who has been very sincerely trying to work on herself recently, is faced with another version of the werewolf she loves. It's a shock at first, utterly confusing to accept that this Tracker isn't just a copy of the real one, like K2 had been a copy of her, but another real Tracker - one who is also very much not over Kristen, who let her rage consume and chain her, who disconnected so thoroughly from everything good to avoid ever losing anything important to her again - and who not only crossed worlds to get to her, but who looks at her like she just stepped out of a dream.

It's hard okay, because the more time she spends with this "second" Tracker, the more she actually likes her. She's angrier than Kristen ever knew Tracker to be - and yeah, Tracker had a bit of a temper sometimes, but never like this. This Tracker has so much damage and rage, so many more scars, and is so, so, so very hot, and it's not fair. Because she wants to be loyal to the one she considers "her" Tracker. Yeah, Tracker doesn't belong to her, never could, but it still doesn't feel right to betray her like that by straying for another version of her.

But spending time with angry Tracker is like being back on the Spring Break adventure all over again but ramped up so much higher between the two of them. She wants Tracker, by Cassandra, she wants her so bad. She wants to be able to be what she needs, be a Kristen worth the way that Tracker looks at her. This Tracker is so much like the other one but so different at the same time, and it feels like she's falling in love with Tracker's twin more than her double.

And Tracker has been respectful - reverent, even. She's never pushed things between them physically, not after Kristen had awkwardly mumbled her way through an explanation of the complicated situation between her and Tracker in this universe, though occasionally, she'll ask for hugs, and hold Kristen so tight it feels like her chest might burst. More than once, she catches Tracker staring at her mouth like she wants to kiss Kristen, but she never does and never asks to.

It's Kristen's fault when they break down and get together for the first time and by everything it's electric. It's like coming home, being slapped in the face, the feeling of magick from her goddess swelling inside her, and everything in between. It's too much for her to stop and remember why it's a bad idea, because this Tracker knows her body like it's her favoured terrain, can play her expertly, and it's the best sex Kristen can remember having in a long time.

And, okay, she's been planning to talk to Tracker about it. But every time she's tried, something has come up, she's gotten distracted, forgotten, couldn't put it into words - I mean, how do you even explain something like, "hey, there was this thing called a quangle apparently? I'm not really clear on the details but apparently something called the multi-verse is real and there are other versions of us out there and some of them made other choices, and another version of you came here with Fig and she's from one where I died on our Spring Break quest and so did all the rest of us, and everyone turned evil but she's not evil anymore, because she came back here to find me. Surprise?" - things have been hard enough with the other girl, without adding that strain.

Except, she's only able to keep it secret for so long before Tracker finds out anyway. She is absolutely and unbelievably pissed, feeling exactly as betrayed as Kristen thought she would, but for wholly different reasons.

Kristen's expecting her to be hurt that she's moved on, thinking she's trying to signal that she's accepted her and Tracker don't have a future together. Except, it's worse than that. Because to Tracker, Kristen's accidentally saying, "I found this other version of you who doesn't have any of the reasons we broke up, who traveled from another universe to get to me; and I get to have us but I get to have it as a do-over, without any of my mistakes but everything I learned from them."

To Tracker, it feels like Kristen's decided she was the practice run, something that can be done-over and fixed. And it hurts. By Galicaea, it hurts so badly. Maybe she still had hopes they could mend their relationship or maybe she knew it was destined to be over forever, but either way - it's like a blade of serrated silver, dug into her gut, and ground around. It hurts like their breakup all over again.

She takes one look at them and knows everything there is to know about what's happening between them and she's furious. And by extension, Jawbone is disappointed in Kristen, Sandra Lynn keeps giving her these looks, and now she feels guilty about letting Tracker sleep in her room because yeah, it does look like she's replacing Tracker with a less-but-also-more complicated version of her, and she doesn't know what to do.

She loves them both. They're both Tracker to her. For all that the newly arrived one doesn't have their painful history, she has her own painful history that Kristen only barely knows how to help her with, baggage that Kristen only ever gets glimpses of. And in many ways, it just reminds her of how good things were between her and Tracker in the early days together. It had been incredible, turning her entire world upside down, and now she's split between them. Everything about the second Tracker makes her love the one from her universe all the more, at seeing the kind of person she might have become without Kristen, and she feels trapped by it.

Split between the past and the present, forced to make a choice she doesn't have the faintest idea how to make.

[starberry-cupcake]

UPDATING AGAIN!!! I probably won't be able to read in the next 2 days, so I wanted to do some catching up before that. Life, etc.

previously in harrowcita del 9:

this happened

CHAPTER 37

there's a training montage before the Beast arrives

the narrator (still undetermined, I'm starting to wonder if it's harrow but a harrow with all her memories or something, I don't know yet) says what we've been thinking the whole time

"the lyctors also did what they perhaps should have from the very start, and organized loosely planned, often contradictory sessions of instruction for Ianthe—and for you"

abysmal organizational skills, these people

harrow is wondering who of all her companions will betray the emperor

I think it's you, harrow, but I'm not certain yet

harrow is also wondering if she'll live or not, everyone's betting against her but I'm still holding my faith for the little feral kitten

doctor reverend emperor john tells harrow again that if she wants to be locked in with him in coward corner, she can do that

the emperor's hideout:

I suggest you do that, harrow, and while you're in there, you kill him

harrow lives, the emperor dies, we all win

harrow asks doctor reverend emperor john why he's such a coward

not with those words, exactly

I mean, I'm not saying he's a coward because he hides, he's a coward because he hides while his lyctors die for him

the emperor gives one of his Speeches about how when he resurrected nine planets, he became God and without him, the Houses die with him, because the star of their system would fail and become a black hole

I think it's a risk we'd all have to take if it kills him tbh, bring in the black hole

"so many people hate us" YOU DON'T SAY

harrow asks dr reverend emperor john who AL is

the emperor proceeds to change subject by asking harrow if her and yandere twin are practicing safe sex

to which harrow responds with "we don't even like each other"

and he's like "sorry, sorry, my bad"

BACK TO A.L. WHICH IS THE SUBJECT I'M INTERESTED IN

AL is indeed Annabel Lee though her real name is undisclosed

she was the emperor's bodyguard and the first resurrected and maybe the blueprint of the resurrection thing itself and also kind of everyone's sort of mother??? it's complicated

the First House apparently went out via rising sea levels and nuclear fission

as one does, if you didn't pay attention to captain planet

emperor clown says that she wasn't a human being and she struggled to pretend that she was

as if you guys behaved as human beings, but ok

and that she died after the first time they did the killing that brought them into this situation in the first place

we've heard a bit of this with teacher, in the gideon-less au

but she didn't die, according to him, the lyctors asked the emperor to kill her and he imprisoned her in the locked tomb

so the emperor here is maybe not telling the whole truth

which, again, confuses me, because how can exposition be real in an au that is not, unless there's something real in it in some way

there is new information in the gideon-less au that is relevant and also accurate to our present situation, even if the au isn't what actually happened

and it feels like a hotel california because the people who are alive in there, as time passes by, are the ones that died here

like, if you think about it, those that remain alive there are all the ones that died (the fifth, the kids, martita, real!dulcinea, protozoa, ortus)

the ones who are dying there are still alive here (camilla, palmolive, regina george twin, judith) except for duracell bunny nephew (because his soul is sailing the high seas), and mayonnaise uncle, who is my one outlier that ruins my theory

BUT HE SAID BTW that ominous thing to regina george twin, before pushing her off, about her sister being "out there"

also, palmolive said "kill us twice, shame on god" or something along those lines???

SO WHAT KIND OF PURGATORY STUFF ARE WE CAUGHT IN HERE??? IDK

ANYWAY, BACK TO THE CHAPTER

everything crashes because dr reverend emperor john tells harrow that AL would have liked her and that he would have liked to be her father

harrow proceeds to have a meltdown about that

which, fair, if this guy told me that, I'd also be devastated

NOW here's where I started wondering if harrow is the narrator

like there's two harrows or something

because the narrator says "you bereft idiot" and I think harrow's the only one who would dunk on harrow like that

I don't know, I'm probably not making any sense, but what if????

the emperor admits to being a fool which, fair

and harrow admits to having looked into the tomb

and the emperor says it's impossible that she bypassed the wards because he didn't include a way in and made a ward that wouldn't answer to anyone

he thinks whatever harrow thinks she saw wasn't what is there and that her parents died for nothing

harrow doesn't trust her mind one bit, so she questions what she really saw

and the emperor asks her who tampered with her temporal lobe

which accounts for the bleeding when she tries to remember, I think

I also think that she did it herself, maybe? or at least with her consent, but she doesn't remember

I think there's a plan here

in any case, harrow doesn't describe ice cube barbie to the emperor

she just runs away with more questions than answers, as usual

CHAPTER 38

if you thought harrow's mental turmoil would be taking a break, think again

this book really exhausts one emotionally huh

harrow is questioning all of the things she thinks she knows and can see with her own two eyes after the emperor told her she didn't really see the tomb or ice cube barbie

which is great, because now she sees not!dulcinea under her bed

she goes to fetch yandere twin and she sees nothing

I legit thought she was gaslighting harrowcita tbh

but then harrow doesn't see her anymore

I don't know, man, I don't trust anyone in this place

also, alleged gideon aka ortus tries to kill harrow one last time, for the road

he doesn't kill her, but tells her not to go into the river and to end herself without suffering because he failed her by not killing her

and he also says "this wasn't my idea"

harrow (and anyone reading) wants to know whose idea it was, but telling us would be just too straightforward for lyctors who do everything dramatically backwards

narrator says "you were always such a little bitch when you were angry"

IS THIS HARROW? IS IT? don't tell me

CHAPTER 39

the Beast is approaching and we have a terrible plan, so it's time to start it

harrow makes a comment about her sword and how "your dead self told you to carry" it

♥ we love the sword because we love gideon ♥

the Herald starts approaching and there's a very unpleasant energetic situation going on with its arrival

harrowcita does some meditation that sounds actually very cool

"You made yourself one inhalation and exhalation—reduced yourself to one sensation, following it from down at the toes up all the lines of your body to the crown of your head"

this situation of pain and suffering is gonna go on for over an hour, according to mercygirl

I mean, nobody told you to kill planets so, that's what you get

the chapter ends with a 10 minute mark until breach and with harrow walking to her death

but next freakin chapter starts with "nine months and 29 days before the emperor's murder" SO I GUESS WE WON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENS IMMEDIATELY AFTER

and this is where I have to stop, so until next time, I really won't know what happens and I'll have time to marinate all those wacky theories I just threw

[rawserhh]

hello!! i'm super interested in DID and if it's not too uncomfortable for you, i'd like to ask a few things! i'm really sorry if any of this comes across as disrespectful, by the way.

how did you 'meet' your alters, for lack of any better phrases? what does it feel like for each alter when they're fronting? if they all split from your body for a day (i'm picturing like Yin-Yang in season two), would they all look identical to you or would they look like different people? have you ever had any alters split/fuse/go dormant?

i partly ask because i find myself switching between personalities (i like to call them modes) sometimes, but they're not really independent to be their own people. i don't really realise i do it until a few hours after and i'm not too sure if it's like a result of trauma/DID or just kinda strange.

sorry again if this is way too many questions for you or way too personal! i know you aren't a doctor, too…

-🪴

hiiiii! and don’t worry it’s not disrespectful at all to be curious . i’m open to expanding on my disorder the best way i can for people interested. just be aware that some systems prefer to keep private and that’s totally okay too 🤍.

it’s very hard to describe what it’s like meeting an alter for the first time . for some people it may be exciting, like seeing an old friend or family member. for the majority of other people i’ve met though, along with myself, it’s very scary and dissociating. it can feel like someone is in your head without your permission and somehow knows things about u . it really is just another person there , with thoughts and feelings and a personality . for me, it isn’t like someone just pops in one day and decides to stay. they might fade in or out of my head before i actually can tell a clear identity. the best way i can describe it is someone in a dark cloudy alleyway, and u can only see their outline and hear their voice, but they appear distorted and scary .

for fronting , it really depends . i’m a covert system, meaning it’s not easily noticeable when i switch to a different alter . sometimes they fade in and out. for me, it’s like a few people riding a horse. the person in front may be guiding the horse perfectly fine, when the person behind them grabs the reins and pulls really hard . obviously, that would really scare the horse!!!!! in all honestly it’s not too fun switching , which is why on tumblr i normally only post art without talking much . as you grow, u adjust to change which can make it a bit easier

the yin yang comparison is a good way to describe it ! i guess i wouldn’t really know just because my alters are very foggy compared to my friends’ that have very clear visions of them . i assume it would be something along the lines of being their own person, but still very confusing and disorienting. like throwing a surprise party almost, but it isn’t your birthday lol . alters are still their own people, and some may look like an identical twin or a whole different species . it really depends on who u ask

i’ve had alters split, fuse and go dormant . all of the above ! i’m sure u get the gist by now that it can be confusing and scary . sometimes someone will split from another and it’s like meeting a completely different person . fusing is something i can only due through therapy, or at least right now. sometimes people have a goal to fuse their whole system , which can also be a hard process . thats not really my own personal goal though . dormancy is really interesting to me, because sometimes it can still feel like meeting a whole new person even if they have memory of being in the system before . it can also be the other way around, when everyone remembers them being in the system but themself .

i always recommend seeing a doctor or therapist for any issues with identity . while there is a chance it could be DID, it could also be puberty or another disorder that needs to be treated differently . there’s no shame in researching or asking friends/family u trust ^_^ my best of wishes to you

[deathbxnny]

Soo do you remember when Boothill came out, so many people (me included) compared him to Arlechinno and say that he’s “genderbent Arlechinno” despite being literally the opposite of her?

:)

Can i request Boothill with an Arlechinno!reader as a twin sibling?

Context:

Boothill and the reader are twins and they are the absolute opposites despite they’re similar appearances. One is loud and brash while the other is quiet and stoic, one is a normal kid while the other is for some reason cursed? No one in their little family knew why or how the reader have a curse but there wasnt much they can really do about it. Regardless, Boothill and the reader are as thick as thieves, never seen without the other. But then the IPC came and blew up their planet which finally seperated the two twins. The reader somehow survived bc of their curse but now they sometimes glitch (like how Arle does in her idle animation). Now the reader nor Boothill knows that the other survived for a while but then they bumped into each other and you can take the reins from here

Hope you have a lovely day/night!

(Somehow im in a Boothill fever.. i blame Nicholas (DanHeng’s VA) for his damn Boothill song)

- Flower Anon 🌸

Oooh, I really love this idea, Flower Anon!! I have to admit, though, that I struggled writing this so bad, so I'm sorry if it turned out horribly.

Thank you otherwise for your request and sorry it took so long!!<3

Content: Platonic relationships, twin sibling reader, angst, vague mentions of Boothills past, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not proofread))

The summer we died in. (Boothill x Twin!Reader)

"If I didn't know yer so well, I would've maybe been shocked to see you alive." Your brother's southern drawl shook memories awake in your mind. Memories that had been left slumbering in the fields of your old home, under the warm sun and in the tall grass. And yet... you didn't feel anything.

"... I suppose I could say the same thing about you -" "-Boothill. That's the name now." You hum dully as you crossed your arms and turned your head away from the confused Trailblazer in front of you to look at him. You had come to Penacony for business, or rather revenge, only to be dragged into its mess on accident. You therefore didn't expect to see the remnants of your formerly dead brother standing before you.

But could you even consider him alive in the state he was in now? A blurry image of what he looked like once came to mind, yet melted away just as fast. You didn't actually remember how he looked like anymore.

"Boothill then."

Silence filled the air, the tension thick and suffocating, yet neither of your gazes faltered. You just... didn't know what to say. There was a time in which you'd childishly dream of seeing him again, the way you'd throw yourself into his arms and then return with him to your families farmhouse. You'd act like nothing happened, become the siblings again that you always were.

But the realisation that it was all just that, a dream, made you press your lips together in the near... disappointment? You should've known better than to become so disillusioned from everything, and yet the reality still hurt you deep, deep down, under the endless layers of your curse.

"Uhm... my apologies, but you know eachother?" Robin asked carefully, seemingly saying exactly what your other companions had been thinking. Your gaze thoughtfully shifted around the twisted yet nostalgic landscape of the dreamscape, not knowing how to answer. You knew eachother once. But now? You weren't sure. You had never met "Boothill". And your brother, therefore remains dead.

Said man scratched his head awkwardly. "Uh yeah, that's my twin -" "-Reallyyy??? You guys don't look nor act alike at all!" March gasped out, only to be quickly hushed by Dan Heng and the Trailblazer. "... Hah, did ya hear that? Things never change!" Boothill grinned at you the way he used to, another memory of pranks and mischief under the moonlight filling your head again, which you just waved away. "Some things don't. But most do... How did you make it?" "Always so straight to the point." Your brother's grin widened as his relief and excitement began seeping through at last. His shoulders relaxed, eyes crinkling with a familiar spark you found yourself nearly stepping away from.

"But let's just say I'm after the same man you are." Ofcourse he'd know exactly what you were in Penacony for. You were one in the same when it came to your wrath. You wanted revenge for your lost family and for eachother, unknowing of the others' fate beyond death. You would've found it funny if you could have felt anything at all.

"Right." You didn't want to know more than that yet. "How'd you get in? Doubt you swam in that lil' pool all the way here." He hummed, which made you tilt your head. Why was he so casual? Why was he acting like neither of you had died? That both of you were together all along throughout the years you missed? It was bizarre and yet so awfully fitting. "... Remember the curse?" You held up a clawed hand that glitched through the force of the dreamscape. You couldn't remember what made you gain this ability, having woken up this way after the catastrophe. But it came in handy in moments like these.

Robin raised a hand to her chin. "You... were able to bypass the dreamscape and just enter it?" "Yes." You replied, and Boothill chuckled at that. "Wish you got that sweet ability sooner. Would've helped us out lots during the ol' days." You stared ahead, nearly through him. Was he trying to cope with your appearance before him this way? Was he trying to deflect the realisation that he wasn't totally alone after all? You didn't know what to think.

"... Let's go together. I overheard your part of the plan from the Trailblazer, and time is running out. If we want to defeat Mr. Sunday, then we have to get going." You said, voice as intimidating and cold as it used to be. It seemed to snap everyone out of their confused daze as they proceeded with the plan. Boothill met your gaze amongst the general commotion of your companions quickly speaking over eachother before taking their own respective leaves.

You stood there, seemingly stuck on how to proceed, which felt so out of character for you. You were used to ordering people around, intimidating them, and demanding the near impossible. But here you were now, speechless and hesitant. Did this perhaps hit you harder than previously expected? Boothill just tipped his hat and led the way automatically, another memory flickering of him doing the same during your nightly pranks. You'd sneak out and hop over the wooden fence surrounding your home to bother your old, grumpy neighbor. Those days were always so warm, the summer heat seeping into the night that began to cool off on your skins.

Those days never seemed to end. It was never cold. Always warm, scorching warm. Burning, flames, smoke filling your lungs and then total destruction.

"-Remember that day? The last one." Yes, you did. It's all you thought about during your travels. It's what fueled your revenge. You said nothing in reply, but he didn't mind. "It was warm. Last day of summer they said but it didn't feel like it to us." The false night sky of the dreamscape stretched out over the extravagant city. You looked down on the dreamers who decided to live a lie rather than face reality. There was a time in which you'd find them pathetic, but now you see yourself in their crowd, gazing right up at you with an equally as unreadable face.

"It was the summer we died in. So I guess they were right. It was our last day." He loaded his gun and raised it to the sky, his body turned away from you. The bright lights below illuminated his sides, hair flowing in the wind whilst the hat covered his eyes. It was a foreign image, one you couldn't recognize. "Why... are you like this?" You asked after a moment of consideration, but what you really meant was why he didn't even feel affected by you being alive all along.

Yet then again... you didn't know if you felt anything either.

Despite your differences, you were the same deep down, he was right there too. And deep down, you realized too late that you weren't the same you used to be either. Death had taken you both. You weren't siblings here. You weren't related at all. The only thing connecting you was his shadow you stood in. But even that did little to shake you physically.

"Because it doesn't matter anymore who died that summer." He shot the flare into the air, hundreds of lights beginning to fill the night sky soon after. He looked back at you with a wild, unrestrained grin. "What matters is that we get the revenge we need for the dead, ain't that right? That's something your serious behind would say, at least."

You couldn't help but dully chuckle then. It was barely heard, so weak he could've nearly missed it, but he didn't. Stepping up next to him, out of his shadow, you gave him the faintest smile.

"You're right, Boothill... Let's get revenge for those who died that summer."

[the-fuck-did-u-say]

Percy x Lee I hear you say...

Any thoughts and headcanons for them?

Ok ok my first ask… totally not panicking…

This is a ship I most definitely haven’t thought through yet and I don’t really post about it, but this is easily one of my otps. So this is most likely going to sound rather scattered and not very detailed. But even so this is kinda a long one by my standards so do bear with me.

I’d love to think that Lee got the absolute worst first impression of him. He’s best friends with the twins after all, so it’s almost inevitable. The literal minute their friendship started on Hogwarts Express the twins were talking about Percy. Lee, in his young excited 11 year old mind, just goes with their flow while chipping in with tidbits of his own life every now and then. At this point all three of them are already pretty smug that they’ve already made friends.

The entire train ride Percy’s been avoiding the twins (understandably). He’s been dreading the day they come to Hogwarts and is just trying to stop shit from hitting the fan before they even make it off the train. And if they do get into something, it won’t be his mess to clear up so long as he stays away.

It basically stays that way for the entire sorting ceremony and the first week or so. Of course Percy can’t fully avoid the twins without nothing short of a restraining order, so they do have a few conversations in which so he tries to end as quickly as possible. But during those short meetings Lee is getting absolutely shoved down Percy’s throat.

The same thing is happening to Lee, but instead of being painted as someone fun and chill and interesting, like how he’s been described to Percy, Fred and George are telling him the exact opposite (boring, uptight, boring again for emphasis). But it’s still that hazy feeling where they’re still getting used to school and magic and all that. Like no matter what blood type you make him, Hogwarts is majestic. Why focus on your best friends’ brother, especially since they’ve so explicitly stated how uninteresting they are?

But then something wakes him up from his daydream. The prank. (Dun dun dun)

I’m not %100 decided on what the prank actually is, because note that this is still a half baked idea I’ve become obsessed with. Just know it was big. Lee knew they were planning something but he wasn’t in any rush to ask. He assumed it was just another harmless petty everyday thing that they were up to. How wrong he was.

He goes on a walk to explore the school grounds after dinner and gets back right before curfew, to sounds of screaming in his ear and cheering in the common room. Cheering all around the castle, for that matter. The twins had pulled something in the Great Hall, something to cement their role as the resident troublemakers. Their very first prank of many to come.

Sound familiar? This is what Fred and George were referencing when they made that dramatic exit dropping out of school. They wanted to end the way they started. But anyway-

It didn’t take long to figure out the prank was on Percy, no less, though he was nowhere in sight. Everyone’s patting the twins on the back and congratulating them, even Charlie and Bill, who’re happy they’ve settled alright. Bill does seem somewhat concerned but still convinced it’s all in good fun. He asks Charlie where Percy is and he offhandedly mentions that he’s barricaded himself in his dorm to “sulk”.

Lee laughs along with everyone else but at the same time he’s confused af. Percy couldn’t be that pure and holy that he doesn’t even retaliate? Or even respond at all?

(Right let’s wrap this up, everything’s somewhat unclear from now I’m sorry 😔)

So Lee starts paying more attention to Percy’s actions and he’s even more fascinated than ever. His eyes had always lingered slightly longer on Percy, but he’s never really noticed it before now. And soon, he starts noticing more. He’s completely memorised the brisk way he walks. The way his mouth tightens whenever he hears the whispers behind his back. Along with other things.

Of course those other things really didn’t help when the hormones came knocking on his door, and atp he’s having a crisis. He’s never had a problem with gay men, he’s just never thought he was… one of them. (Not quite internalised homophobia, just straight up bafflement) But it’s getting more and more likely. He starts looking at pretty boys the way he looks at pretty girls, though neither the same way he looks at Percy.

And at the age of 12, Lee Jordan comes out as bisexual.

He’s now accepted his raging crush on Percy. He’s definitely liked an other few people (exhibit A, Angelina). With those types of relationships he’s very flirty and unserious, (as we can see in canon) and has had one relationship throughout school (idk who with), which he quickly ended because he realised his crush wasn’t going away and it wasn’t fair on his partner. He’s no longer in a crisis, just a numb pain knowing his love is probably unrequited. Even if it wasn’t, no way in hell would Fred and George allow it.

And back to Percy! He… hasn’t noticed. He still sees Lee as his younger brothers’ best friend. Someone brings up the idea of Lee having a crush on Percy (which gave Lee a heart attack btw when he finds out) and Percy just waves it off. In an “I guess that’s kinda sweet” and “I don’t really believe it” way, devastating Lee.

After the war, where the age gap is less relevant, that lovesick git FINALLY confesses and Percy is like “wait you’re serious”. And then Lee kind of accidentally-on-purpose seduces him over the next few months? Basically Lee making genuine moves on him and Percy seeing the appeal? It’s really hard to explain and I know I’m wording this poorly 😭

Everyone’s reaction would be hilarious, especially Fred and George’s. And of course I want them to find out last. And be outraged that everyone kept it a secret from them.

But this is only one version of it and honestly it’s just entertaining no matter the context. This is such a rare pair (7works on ao3, five where they’re the main ship), nothing is impossible, these are just bad Ideas.

Thank if you made it through this long ass post and sorry this is kinda late :/