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bnhahq101 · 3 years

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Yandere hcs for the male villains? Preferably with a male reader, but gn works too.

He is possessive like no tomorrow

He tries to woo his darling first, only resorting to kidnapping if they continue to turn him down or he perceives there is a threat to them

Stalks them a lot before he even approaches them, noting their likes and dislikes, any unique preferences and other personal info

He may be a broke ass man but whatever money he does acquire (Aka steals) he spends on making his darling comfortable after kidnapping them

This man won’t raise a hand against his darling

Instead he will resort to psychological tactics and “remove” others (i.e. their family members, friends, etc.)

He will “train” his darling to love him

Won’t “force” himself on them, but will coerce them into it (again mind games)

His favourite method of “training” is isolation and he will leave them alone locked in a room with food and water for days with no source of entertainment

He’s not delusional and is aware of what he is doing is wrong, but he just wants to be loved

He loves cuddling his darling, especially when they are in his lap

If they ever show him willing affection, he would be over the moon.

There is no subtlety with this ashy motherfucker

He goes straight to kidnapping them and keep them in his room with a nest of blankets and pillows for them in one corner or even the closet if they want

will threaten to dust them if they try to escape

he will dust those they care about and anyone who seems to get too close as punishment

Demands daily affections and cuddles, always mindful to wear his digi-art gloves so as to not accidentally dust them

Will demand them to tell him about themselves (What they like, what they dislike, their favourite colour, etc.)

If they play nice, so will he, doting on them with affection and stolen gifts

He will restrain them if necessary, but always makes sure the restraints are padded enough to not be too uncomfortable.

He kidnaps his darling early on, under the veil of providing protection

Kai is incredibly possessive of his darling, making them scrub themselves red if they are touched by someone else

He treats them like royalty if they behave, and like a burdensome pet if they don’t

He keeps track of all of their health stats, performing medical exams on them himself on a monthly if not weekly basis

His favourite thing to do is simply sit and observe them through the two way mirror of their room.

He isn’t above hurting them, “remaking” them if they try to escape, but he prefers punishments that don’t mark their skin

Honestly, if you don’t try to escape, allow him to doll you up, accept cuddles on the rare occasion and allow the monthly/weekly medical examinations, he’s not too bad of a Yandere

But if they are non-complacent, it will be literal hell

This man will kidnap them the moment his obsession begins

Will use physical force to mindbreak them and “train” them

He doesn’t give two shits about their feelings or if they don’t want his “affections”

Honestly, he is the worst among the villains to begin with and this is reflected in his Yandere state

Restraints are also a common occurance

Threats occur daily, and physical abuse is his go to as punishment

His darling is a pet to him, not someone to love and he will kill them if he finds them too tedious

Completely the opposite of Goto

Jin is obsessive, yes, but he is so incredibly scared of hurting them in some way.

He worships the ground they walk on and would do anything for them

Jin would try to win their affections every way he could, only wanting their happiness

His obsession for them is something that both “sides” of him can agree on

He tries to reign in his more creepy traits, and ends up acting like a golden retriever, constantly tailing them if they let him.

Even as a Yandere, he is a complete gentleman

Yes, he is obsessed and possessive, but he is also incredibly silver-tongued

He will manipulate his darling into a relationship, slowly isolating them from everyone else

They wouldn’t even realize he was manipulating them either, as he would have an excuse for every action that actually made perfect sense

He will dote upon them, never raising a hand against them

His darling would live in utter blissful ignorance and if they ever did find out, by then it would be too late

We all know his obsession with real heroes versus fake heroes; now imagine him with a darling

He starts as a stalker type, simply being content in observing them as they go about their day-to-day life

He keeps a small notebook in which he records shit he notices (their best qualities, their favourite clothes, etc.)

His possessiveness comes in the form of wanting to protect them from heroes and villains alike

He would approach them eventually, probably after saving them from being mugged.

He is blunt with his obsession, but is surprisingly not as creepy about this as others

He would give his darling two options

Option one: allow him to “court” them properly

Option two: accept their fate of having him as a demented guardian angel, who would kill any hero or villain that got too close

He refuses to kidnap them, knowing they would be in greater danger of harm if he did so

Danjuro Tobita/Gentle Criminal (ran to photo limits)

He is a delusional type and would kidnap them early on

While he would never physically hurt them on purpose, it may happen by accident

He would want to shield them from the world, saying it is too dangerous for them

He would restrain them if necessary, but always uses the softest most padded restraints possible

He loves dressing them in what is essentially life size doll clothes

Honestly, his darling would probably develop Stockholm syndrome or learn to just go with the flow

Kurogiri is a wildcard of a Yandere

Though he projects a gentleman aura and may appear calm, he’s a scary motherfucker

His darling has no chance of escape once he chooses to kidnap them

If they try to escape him, he will teleport them into a variety of situations (i.e. in the middle of the ocean, on top of a tall building, etc.)

He is a master manipulator and isn’t above physically hurting them

But he will also dote on them with gentle touches as he tends to wounds he inflicted, whispering sweet nothings in a honey sweet voice

Eventually, they would either go insane or fall victim to Stockholm syndrome

He is similar to Jin regarding his Yandere tendency

Only he is more likely kidnap them if necessary and may accidentally hurt them by holding them too tight

He would stick them in his room that he had already prepared for them, filling it with their items he had stolen from their own home

He would be shy even after kidnapping them and honestly his darling would probably pity him

He knows what he is doing is not right, but he also knows he can’t just release them after already kidnapping them

He will bring them their favourite foods, offers to play video games and watch anime with them and even offers to take them out if they promise to not try and escape

If he accidentally hurts them with his claws, he is incredibly apologetic and would take care of them accordingly

He would ask for cuddles eventually, becoming depressed if they reject them but elated if they accept

Honestly Kendo isn’t that bad of a Yandere

Yes, he may accidentally harm them by grabbing their wrist or arm and accidentally snapping or dislocating something, but he actually feels horrible about it

He is possessive, but he won’t kill their family or friends if they remain platonic

He has his code

Instead he is more about protecting them from harm, so strangers are fair game

Kendo is not delusional either, he knows its wrong to kidnap them, but his need to protect them overrules it

He can get frustrated though, especially when they don’t give in to his affections

He prefers isolation for punishment

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bonesaldente · 3 years

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Ferocious I Darth Maul x Reader

Chapter 10: Trust

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note: For… reasons, this is an alternate universe in which space ships have actual showers with water, not just sonic showers. Also, Maul’s cybernetics are waterproof. I don’t make the rules... wait- I do. Also, make sure to read the end notes today :)

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Stars, you hate it here.

Everything, from the endless nights to the lack of clean water and the ever-looming prospect of going to prison increases your motivation to somehow fix the communicator yourself and run off before Kenobi can take you with him, leaving him stranded on the planet.

For exactly a decade, just to be even.

“It should work,” Kenobi remarks with very apparent annoyance. “Everything is connected and the power source is on.”

“Well, it’s obviously not working.”

“Thank you for your observation.” He drops his hands into his lap, looking quite defeated. And tired.

While you’ve been keeping some structure in your days, he’s been working tirelessly on repairing that communicator. Until he did tire out, occasionally.

Now was one of these occasions.

“I’m losing focus and I can hardly see anything. It’ll be best to continue when the sun comes back up again.”

Which is precisely what you were hoping he’d say, but you still force yourself to make another snide comment. “Maybe it’ll fix itself while you’re resting and we are magically transported off this planet.”

He pays you no mind and heads to what’s become his sleeping spot over the past days - or has it been over a week already?

“I trust you’ll keep watch?”

You just huff, but don’t refuse his request. It is an agreement you’ve come to quite early on when you both realized that the death of one would make the other’s survival significantly less likely. So while he sleeps, you make sure no animals sneak up and attack him, which, apart from the “dinner” incident a few days ago, only happened once, but still rattled him enough to make him remind you of your duty evry time he went to sleep.

Except tonight, you plan on shifting your attention to something completely different.

You have not, in fact, come to terms with the probable reality that you’ll spend the rest of your days in a prison of the Republic. Instead, you’ve been observing what exactly Kenobi is doing to repair the life-saving device and despite your lack of aptitude in such things, you, too, see that the communicator should - in theory - work. Kenobi is overworked and agitated; it would only be natural for him to miss something.

Something you might be able to catch and use to your advantage.

You remain still where you are until you hear his quiet breaths evening out, indicating he has fallen asleep.

“Kenobi?” You whisper into the silence, a last test to check if he is still conscious.

No response.

Your heart beats fast in your chest, all too aware of how pressing time is. For some reason, this man rarely sleeps more than two hours at a time, which could be partially blamed on you for always nagging at him when he isn’t trying to fix the communicator. But then again, you have the feeling that he usually doesn’t have very different habits.

With the kind of stealth only someone who has been trained in these arts could bring up, you sneak across the clearing to where the source of all your troubles and hope lies on the ground.

The device has been taken out of the starfighters cockpit and thus looks pretty out of place and… unfinished. But you know better, having watched the Jedi dismantle and reassemble every little piece.

The metal glints in the shine of your flashlight as you crouch to be on eye-level with the device. At first glance everything seems to be in order, just like the Jedi remarked, but that is not acceptable. Fixing the cursed thing before Kenobi is your only way to freedom and you will not allow your own incompetence to stand in your way.

So you look again. And again.

You shine light into every little corner, every port, under every wire and in between each panel. Time is passing too quickly, you are aware, and your chances are dwindling.

But then you see it.

Tiny and inconspicuous, something organic - a seed maybe - is blocking one of the loose wires from connecting with its respective port.

You bite your lip to suppress a victorious exclamation, looking over your shoulder to check if Kenobi is still fast asleep.

Heart thrumming in your ears, you take a deep breath to calm your nerves and steady your hand for the task ahead. Cautiously, you lift some of the metal paneling to give you access to the section, fingers weaving through the wires with extra care since many of them are not firmly in place due to the crash and were only pinned to their receptors by Kenobi.

At last, your fingertips graze the disruptive piece of forest that has made it so far into the technology. Slowly, you remove it from its spot, moving the wire back to where it was supposed to connect.

Now let’s try this.

You turn the power on, holding your breath and praying to whatever force there is out there that it won’t make any noise.

A quiet whir is the only indication that the power is flowing, causing a small smile to creep over your hidden features. The display comes to life, faintly glowing blue. You throw looks over your shoulder every few seconds, hastily pressing the buttons to type in the private comm information Maul and all his commanding warriors kept as a backup for emergencies. You have no idea how many emergencies must have occurred in these past weeks, but you hope your message won’t be drowned out by others. This is the only shot you get.

You pick some coordinates that, if your knowledge of space navigation isn’t misleading you, should be a few miles north of your current location, then sign the message with ‘ -S ’ .

You stare at the numbers, forcing your mind to absorb them, then you hit send and a series of green lights tells you it at least went out successfully, meaning all you can do now is to hope that it will be received the same way.

Kenobi is still fast asleep, chest rising and falling steadily. You almost feel sorry for what you’re about to do, but there really aren’t many alternatives.

You take out a small vial from a pocket in your belt, filling a syringe with it. It’s been a while since you last used it, but you made sure you always have some tranquilizers on you, and now you’re thankful for that.

On your tiptoes, you sneak to Kenobi’s sleeping form, narrowing your eyes to make out the exposed skin on his neck.

The needle is buried in his neck in a matter of seconds and his eyes shoot open in shock and confusion while his hands fly to his neck.

“Why-”

“Nothing personal,” you assure him when his eyelids droop and his words lose coherence.

Normally, this should knock a person out for at least three hours, but you don’t know how a force sensitivity might influence that. One way or another, you should take off now and get as big a headstart as you can. But first, one more thing.

You give the heap of beige robes that is the Jedi knight one more almost regretful look, then you crush the communicator beneath your heel. Can’t risk him calling for Republic forces while you’re still in the area after all, and you’d have no way of taking the device with you, since it’s hooked up to the ship wreckage.

Why you spare his life, you don’t know, and you’d rather not spend too much time thinking about it. Perhaps you should kill him, after all he’s done to Maul, and why your conscience decides to pipe up now of all times will remain a mystery. You have killed people in less honorable ways, but…

“Ugh,” you grunt, finally turning your back on the Jedi and starting your journey north.

“Maul! Maul, come here!”

He jerks up, briefly having fallen asleep leaned against the wall. For a second, he fully expects to see your gleaming eyes staring back at him, that’s how familiar the voice is. It takes him a moment to understand that it’s not you, but Loa calling him.

Which is supremely peculiar, because the young woman rarely ever addresses him, let alone command him.

He is out of the room, your room, in a flash, looking over Loa’s shoulder at the message displayed a second later.

Both of his hearts seem to skip a beat.

The message consists of nothing but a set of coordinates, the only indication of its origin the ‘ -S ’ with which it is signed.

S as in… Spectress?

It must be you. There is no one else with access to this line of communication who would send this kind of message.

Loa gapes at the writing.

“It’s… It’s her, isn’t it? It’s gotta be her, I’m…”

“Set course,” is his only response, sitting down in the copilot’s seat, several scenarios already running through his mind.

“Looks like some type of… forest moon,” She remarks, readying the ship for hyperspace with outstanding speed and routine. You weren’t exaggerating at all when you said she had become a good pilot.

He ponders for a minute. If you are somehow stranded there, they won’t need reinforcement, with their forces stretched thin as it is. But if any threats lurk nearby and he puts your little sister in danger…

He will die by your hand, then. Or his own.

“How long?”

“Estimate of four hours.”

“Very well. I will try to find out what to expect when we arrive there.”

According to his sources, there has been no Republic activity in the system in question over the past month - that’s what he found out after two hours of vehement research. Really, he already knew that after thirty minutes, but you being so close yet so far from him drove him to bury himself in databanks and records by his spies.

His thoughts travel to a darker place.

He doesn’t know what state you’ll be in when he finds you - if he finds you. And even if you’re fine, everything else is far from fine. Mandalore, the crime syndicate and most of all, Savage…

Something on the dresser that takes up most of the cramped space clatters to the floor when he loses control of the chaotic force inside him and he flinches, immediately worrying he broke something of importance to you. After all, he has taken up residence in what used to be your small quarters on your ship, before everything happened, before you joined the Death Watch, before you saw him again.

When you were still living relatively safe, off the Republic’s radars.

Out of Master’s reach.

It’s been torturing him every waking moment to think that you might meet the same end that Savage did. The speculation of what could have been if he hadn’t reentered your life has become a constant in his mind. Because if he ever has to see the life fade out of your eyes, the way he saw the nightsister magick leave Savage when he exhaled his last breath, he isn’t sure he could forgive the galaxy. He vows to himself, already vowed to himself few days after he first laid eyes on you, that he will do anything to keep that fiery soul safe.

His fingers run over the cold piece of metal that has fallen, curiously examining it. No, not normal metal, beskar . There are letters forged into it, but they look like traditional Mando’a scripture, which he is still unpracticed in reading.

He contemplates putting it into the uppermost drawer, lest it get lost during more daring flight maneuvers, but he hesitates. He’s never opened any of the drawers, despite the very persistent curiosity he felt. The last he’d want is to invade your privacy; you hadn’t even consented to him sleeping in your private space (although he doubts you would mind after he has literally slept with you).

Maul makes up his mind and pulls the drawer open, not intending to even look, but his gaze still gets caught.

He expected to find clothes, maybe, or, knowing you, weapons. What he finds instead is a collection of… trinkets.

It’s not new to him that you have a tendency to collect items, sometimes out of sentiment, sometimes as a trophy. He didn’t realize you kept them so meticulously stored.

It’s quite endearing, he thinks.

Some of the items he recalls you talking about, but others seem entirely random. His eyes linger on a piece of flimsiplast that looks like a child has drawn on it.

He is tempted to take it out and hold it into the light, but quickly realizes that it would go against his original decision not to pry.

There is so much personal history collected in that small space. Dozens of untold stories, so many parts of your life that he missed.

He won’t rest until he knows you’ll still be able to tell them.

Oddly enough, you miss Kenobi. More precisely, you miss his ability to sense danger before it has reached you.

Every little noise startles you, every swish of wind making your heart stop and you increase your speed a little.

By now, you’re nearly running through the woods, less than half a mile away from the coordinates you chose.

Chances are, he has woken up by now. And you’re not stupid; you know it’ll be easy for him to track you down when there is no civilization around. From what your understanding of the force is, he should be able to sense your force signature from a larger distance when there is nothing else to disrupt it. That also means that he will be hot on your tail, so whoever shows up to rescue you better hurry .

With a heavy heart, you turn off your flashlight and lean against a tree while you remove your mask for better air supply and allow your eyes to adjust. It still takes so kriffing long, you wonder if that’ll ever change.

If Kenobi finds you first, it won’t make much of a difference.

You get moving again, slower but also less of a beacon in the dark.

The trees start coming in more sparsely now, until you can actually see farther than twenty feet without trees blocking your view. This allows you to pick up speed again and thus make up for the darkness that is slowing you down, until the landscape is so open that you’re actually running now.

And that’s when you hear them.

Branches cracking somewhere behind you.

Probably just the wind. Keep going.

The dull thud of feet hitting the ground makes your breath catch in your throat.

So maybe he did wake up earlier than anticipated.

You whirl around, seeing nothing but his black silhouette and desperately wishing for a lightsaber, which you - unwisely - have sworn off after the Naboo incident. That, and running around wielding a lightsaber wasn’t exactly the level of subtlety you were going for at the time.

But now, you could really use it.

“I spared your life!” You yell.

“And destroyed my only way away from here,” he responds, sounding almost hurt as he makes slow steps towards you. You take just as many backwards.

Something in the sky beyond him catches your eye and suddenly, the situation looks different.

“I’ve got to look out for myself first,” you argue. “Surely, you understand that.”

“You know I can’t let you go.”

“I do,” you say serenely, taking a deep breath, then whirling around to make a run for it.

You don’t need to look over your shoulder to know he is following you and, even worse, gaining on you.

The small headstart you got, combined with the distance between you two in the first place isn’t nearly enough, even though you are in great shape and a truly fast runner.

The ship you spotted earlier now flies over your head, approaching the ground and you could laugh and cry at the same time. It’s not just any ship, it’s your ship. Your home, and aboard, you hope, your family.

It doesn’t touch the ground, but it flies low enough to be accessible from the ground while slowing to a speed that should allow for you to jump on, if you could only run a little faster.

Damn, ten years ago this would have been easier.

The blast door in the back, only about twenty feet away from you, slides open, revealing a figure that even in the dark you can make out to be…

Maul.

He extends his hand and you instantly know what he wants you to do.

So, you take a deep breath and jump .

The moment your feet leave the ground you feel the tug of the force pulling you to the zabrak while your own hand reaches forward and you fly through the air, until your hand finally reaches Maul’s.

You are not safe yet, still hanging from the edge of the ship when you suddenly feel a different pull on one of your ankles. Your eyes widen in shock and you try to tell Maul that it’s Kenobi, he is pulling you back, but all that you manage is a terrified shriek when your hand almost slips out of his at a particularly strong pull backwards.

Not this time, Kenobi.

Your determination sets in and you look down to see Kenobi standing still, arms extended to manipulate the force. With your one free hand, you reach for your blaster, aiming and-

The hold on your ankle abruptly loosens and you are yanked on board at once, the blast door sliding shut immediately, drowning out the deafening sound of wind.

You are panting, sprawled out on the floor, not even realizing that you did it .

“Hyperspace, as soon as possible,” you distantly hear Maul say, but the thrumming of your heart is too loud to properly hear his voice, until he somehow sits you up and…

Embraces you.

Warm fingers run through your messy hair, soft murmurs that you can’t quite understand coming from right next to your ear.

“I’m filthy,” you protest weakly, half-heartedly trying to free yourself from his hold but he only holds on tighter and at last you melt into the affection, burying your face in his neck.

“Is Loa…?”

“In the cockpit,” he instantly calms your worries and you sigh happily. For a moment, everything is alright.

“What did I miss?” You eventually muster up the courage to ask.

His grip tightens so much you can feel his fingertips dig into your hip and you immediately know something bad happened.

“It was… Master. He killed Savage.”

Your heart sinks, the previous relief replaced by a dark type of sadness. There is anger and, most dominantly, fear.

The Sith lord doesn’t intend on letting Maul off, which by extension also means there is a target on everyone he surrounds himself with.

You can’t even find words to console him, only taking in a shaky breath against his skin and whispering, "I'm sorry."

"He's free now."

Eventually, you find the strength to get up, tiredly patting over to the cockpit.

“Hey.” Loa presses a few last buttons, then jumps up and crushes you in a tight hug.

“I thought I would never see you again.”

“You know me better than that,” you retort mildly.

“I suppose so,” she sighs, holding you at an arm’s length. “You need a shower,” she assesses, plucking a leaf from your hair.

Self-consciously you run a hand through the tangles, then look down at your muddy clothes.

“I agree.”

Maul waits for you when you leave the cockpit, immediately taking your hand as if to reassure himself that you are truly there.

“Missed me?” You joke half-heartedly, doing nothing to hide the way the tension seems to melt from your body at the touch.

“Every minute,” he answers earnestly, not a hint of a joke in his voice.

“Come with me, then,” you offer, making your way to the refresher and pulling him along. As expected, he follows you all too willingly, thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand.

You don’t even bother undressing all the way before getting under the water stream, suddenly realizing how much you’ve been longing for it. While your clothes soak, the water pooling around your feet turns a muddy brown as the dirt from the forest is finally washed off.

Maul steps in the small shower behind you, holding a hand into the falling water.

“That’s cold,” he states.

“Not for me, it’s not.” You eye his frown. “But we can turn the temperature up.”

The heat does feel good, and not much later you finally attempt to peel off the remaining layers of clothing. Red tattooed hands come to your aid fast and within seconds, your skin is completely exposed, the stress of the past weeks running down the drain along with the dirt and… blood?

You bring a hand up to touch your forehead at the same time that a scowl makes its way on Maul’s face.

“Kenobi,” he growls, but you shake your head.

“That’s from when I crashed the starfighter.” You examine your bloodied fingers with moderate interest. “I think it’s healed already, that’s just dried blood coming off.”

He huffs, lightly running a finger over the area on your face.

“Any other injuries?” His eyes roam your body, not in a sexual, but in a concerned manner.

“None I can think of,” you sigh as he gathers soap in his hands, closing your eyes for a moment as the warm water runs over your face. When you don’t hear another noise from Maul, you open your eyes again, only to find him staring at you with something like bewilderment in his eyes.

“Are you okay?”

He responds by crashing his lips into yours, expressing so many emotions through his actions that he otherwise can’t find the words for. You very nearly fall at the suddenness of it, but his arms are wrapped around you in a heartbeat, pressing you into his chest and giving you the skin-to-skin contact you’ve been missing so terribly.

Your eyes water as emotions overcome you, the relief, the sorrow, the uncertainty and… guilt.

When you break apart, his are shining in a similar way.

You lean against the weapons locker, facing the ceiling while you let the details of your situation soak in. The havoc that was wreaked on Mandalore by the resistant Mandalorians, the coming and going of the crime families, and the looming threat of Sidious’ grand plan finally coming together.

“I have a suggestion,” you begin slowly. “But you’re not going to like it.”

“Go on.”

“The Jedi are not our main enemy anymore, if what you foresee comes true.” You recall him talking about the envisioned destruction of the Jedi order, something that Sidious has been plotting for a long time. “If we give them the right tools to do so, it’ll be them who need to fight him, not you. Not any of us.” Your eyes dart to the cockpit where your sister is holed up.

“Tools, such as… knowledge?” He touches his chin the way he always does when he mulls over an idea.

“Sidious is but one man. He only thrives on secrecy, so if we-”

“A Jedi will never cooperate with a Sith .” He snarls. “Their self-righteousness wouldn’t allow it.”

“Maybe not.” You sigh with exhaustion. “All I know is that the better equipped the Jedi, the higher the chance of them actually defeating Sidious before it’s too late. And that’s why I have another proposition.”

“What is it?”

“We make a small transmission to the Republic fleet, sending them the same coordinates I sent you.”

“You’re trying to save Kenobi?” He doesn’t sound angered, he sounds… surprised.

“As much as I dislike him, he is one of their more capable knights, and it’s become pretty obvious he and his padawan are quite invested in uncovering Sidious’ identity.”

You are astounded he even considers the idea.

“Also, helping him could be interpreted as a show of good faith. Might get them off our back for some time, until we figure out who to fight,” you add.

For a minute, he remains silent. Then, his arm is wrapped around your waist and his lips brush over your temple.

“I trust your judgment,” he mumbles. “Do what you believe is right.”

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SOOO, after a two week delay, I have elected to post once more... my bad. In the next 2-4 weeks I’d like to edit and improve the older chapters because I’m not 100% happy with the writing in them anymore, so because of that there won’t be another update during that time. Don’t worry though, I’m not done yet, the story will go on - just after a short break :,)

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cailjei · 3 years

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For the gift exchange of @worstloki . My giftee is @palletprincess . I truly hope you enjoy this!

The sound of a door creaking woke Thor from his slumber. A thin ray of moonlight passed through the drapes, illuminating the room. His gaze immediately snapped to the door. Loki stood there, his face looking otherworldly pallid under the light of Asgard’s moons. He seemed unsure of what to do.

Thor sat up in his bed. “Brother?”

There was a pause, before Loki asked timidly “Can I come in?”

“Of course.” Loki stepped through the door uncertainly. “What happened?”

Loki hesitated for a moment. He casted his gaze on the floor. “I had a nightmare.”

Thor scooted over to make room for his brother, pulling off the bedcovers and patting the now empty space beside him. Loki slid under the blankets. It was impossible to see it in the dark but now that they were near each other, shoulders and arms touching, Thor could feel his brother trembling. “What was the nightmare about?”

“I don’t remember.” Loki answered a bit too quickly. It was a pitiful attempt at a lie, which was weird coming from Loki, who usually was so artful at his deceits. Nonetheless, Thor was tired enough to let it go. “It’s alright. Let’s just go to sleep.”

Thor had almost fallen asleep, when he heard Loki whisper. “It was so cold. Their eyes were glowing like embers, burning in the dark. And they came for me. The Jotnar monsters.”

Thor knew that his brother was scared of the Jotnar. It was the only threat of their nursemaid, Hilde, that had actually taken root. And ever since Hilde had understood it, she had used it ruthlessly. Every time his brother was causing mischief, Hilde would say that the Jotnar would come and steal him in the night and eat him. Loki, despite putting on a brave front would pale every time he heard it.

“They won’t come. And even if they do, I won’t let them take you.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

They were suspended above the void, Loki’s fingers wrapped around one of Gungnir’s ends as Thor tightly held the other. Loki looked more vulnerable than Thor had ever seen him, since they were both children and Loki slipped into his bedchambers, in the middle of the night, seeking help to ward off his nightmares. Thor could see Loki breaking a little more every moment that passed, but he could never have guessed that Odin’s words would send him over the edge, not until he saw his expression, shifting from desperation to resignation. Loki’s fingers loosened their grip and Thor screamed as his brother let go, because there was nothing else he could do, nothing that could keep his brother from falling into the abyss. And then he was being hauled up to the bridge by Odin.

“Loki!” Thor yelled, feeling paralysed, staring over the edge, at Loki who seemed to get smaller and smaller with each passing second, as if he was being consumed by the darkness surrounding him. For a wild moment, Thor had half a mind to follow him, but the urge passed before he could realise it. Then he heard Odin uttering some arcane words in an ancient tongue. Loki’s form was enveloped by white light, and suddenly he disappeared. Thor terrified turned to his father, who was gazing onto the bridge again. He followed Odin’s stare only to find his brother, laying in a heap, prone and unmoving. Thor looked questioningly at Odin.

“It’s a sleeping spell. It will keep him calm until we can get him to the infirmary.”

Thor ran to Loki and turned him over. Loki’s face was slack, youthful in his senselessness, all evidence of his previous madness erased. He didn’t know what else to do, other than yell at Loki what the Hel he was thinking, or crush him into a hug and never let go. Since he could hardly manage the first, he had to be satisfied with the latter. So he gathered Loki into his arms, pressing him tightly in his chest and got up, following Odin to the healing ward.

The days following his failed coronation were the most difficult thing Thor had ever had to endure. It felt as though the world had turned upside down and yet he still had to pretend that everything was as it used be. He had to attend a lot of council meetings regarding inter-realm relations, as well as the fate of his brother. Odin had declared Loki to not be of sound mind and -as much as Thor hated to think about his brother that way- it made their job of defending his actions against the council and the representatives of the other realms so much more easier.

And as terrible as it was for him, he could only guess how horrid it was for Loki.

Loki who had not spoken a word since being rescued at the broken rainbow bridge. When Thor visited the infirmary, he mostly stared into the distance, ignoring him. At the rare occasion when Thor said something particularly stupid, Loki would turn and look at him with dull eyes. To be honest, Thor himself did not know how to feel about Loki and about what Loki had done. He alternated between guilt and fury and worry and sorrow.

And then there was their family secret.

Three days after the incident at the Bifrost, Thor’s parents had bid him into Odin’s study. “We need to talk to you.” Frigga had said. “It’s about your brother.” And Thor had come. His parents had both seemed awkward at first, as he took the chair in front of them. Odin spoke first. “Your brother is not our son by blood. He is our son by heart.” The words felt like one of his many practiced speeches.

Thor did not know what to say, he did not even know what to feel about it. All these years and the thought had never crossed his mind. Looking back now he could see how different his brother had always been, both in appearance and personality. And yet, Thor could not think Loki as anything other than his brother. Odin went on, apparently unaware of Thor’s shock, his gaze turning distant.

“It was years ago, during our war with Jotunheim. After I fought Laufey, I found him, abandoned in a temple, left to die of exposure. Laufey’s son. I will confess, my first thought was that I could use him, I could unite our realms through him. So I brought him home. I may have had plans for him, but soon enough they all changed, as I came to love him as if he were my own. Perhaps I erred, in hiding from him what he was. But that was not my intent. I thought him to be happy. I truly thought him happy.”

“It can’t be. He cannot be one of them. The Jotnar are monsters! Loki is... clever and witty and wily and... and not a monster!” Even as he said that, he thought of his brother, hell-bent on destruction at the Bifrost, feral and wild, crying and cackling. And on this occasion alone, Thor could imagine him blue-skinned and red-eyed, monstrous. The next moment he felt sickened by his own train of thought.

“They are not monsters Thor. Don’t ever say that again.” Frigga hissed. “He is your brother, regardless of his race.”

Thor just gaped. “All these years, you let us believe -you let both of us believe- that the Jotnar were monsters! That they were nothing more than monsters! How could you, when the one you call son was one of them-”

“We never taught you as such. But we couldn’t control the people’s opinions... And after the war the Aesir’s hearts were hardened against the Jotnar.”

“But you could have taught us otherwise. You could have taught us the truth.”

His parents had nothing to say to that. At last Odin spoke. “I will admit that we could have handled it better. But, in all honesty, I had thought that he’ll never know. We only sought to protect him from the truth.”

“So that means that he knows?” Thor asked in the end, even though he had the sneaking suspicion that he already knew the answer to his query. For there was no other explanation for his brother’s sudden bout of insanity.

“He does.” Answered Frigga.

Thor had heard enough. He excused himself and left. He had a lot to think about.

The next day, after Thor completed his obligations, he headed towards the healing chambers. Loki was there to heal, but the healers had no idea how to aid him. His magic was bound, much to his dismay. Thor visited daily, but today he was there for a different purpose. After he reached the door, he stilled himself, readying for the battlefield that this conversation will be. Then he knocked, mostly to inform Loki of his presence, and entered without awaiting for his response.

Loki lay on the bed, curled on his side, his arms wrapped around his waist and his back on the door. For a moment, he wondered whether his brother still slept, but once Thor noticed his breathing pattern he could tell that Loki was awake. Thor sat on the chair beside the bed, as usual.

“Loki, turn to face me. Please. We need to talk. It is long overdue.”

Loki did not answer him. He did not turn around either. Thor struggled not to sigh audibly. “I know what you are.” Loki’s breath hitched. “But I also know who you are. My brother, my best friend, my closest confidant. My equal.”

For the first time in four days, Loki spoke. “You must have lost what little wits you had about you if you think to call a Jotun your brother, much less your equal. I would have thought that by now, we both have learnt that I am neither.” His voice was raspy from disuse and thick with disgust.

“That is not true. As children we’ve played together and as men we’ve fought together, side by side. I know you as I know no one else. You may not be my brother by blood, but that is not the only measure of brotherhood. The Jotnar are not monsters. And you are not one either.”

Loki finally turned to face him. “And they would have it that I am mad. Whence did that sudden love for the Frost Giants came? You had no qualms about slaying them all. You said so yourself. And yet, one of them is standing right before you, wrapped in false Aesir skin and instead of making good use of your prized hammer, you call it brother and dilly-dally your time making polite conversation with it!”

Thor was momentarily stunned. He hated the way Loki seemed to think about himself. He was also unable to discern what his brother was referring to. In the end, a distant memory clawed its way on the forefront of his thoughts. “I was but a child. I didn’t know any better. And I was wrong to hold such opinions.” Loki’s eyes widened in surprise. There was a brief pause. “You shouldn’t talk about yourself that way.” Added Thor at last.

Loki chuckled bitterly. “But a few days ago, you were ready to kill them all, to start a war with them over petty insults, to make them learn their place. And in the space of a three day vacation on Midgard you changed completely. All those years, I was the only one to see your flaws, your arrogance, your temper, your impulsiveness, your tendency to act before you think and I did my damnedest to try and change them, and when that proved impossible, I did what I could to keep you away from the throne, before your hot-headiness doomed Asgard. And as if you did not already set an impossible standard, suddenly you return from your banishment, all flaws wiped away, ready to consign me to your shadow, forever this time. For how can I escape it now?”

“I wouldn’t have ruined Asgard!” Thor felt genuinely hurt that his brother seemed to hold him in such low regard. His aforementioned temper began to rear its ugly head again.

Loki laughed, hysterically. “You wouldn’t have done it all at once. But given a few centuries, I am certain-”

And Thor exploded. “You didn’t just do it for Asgard! You always were jealous of me. I never did understand why, for what petty reasons-”

Loki’s face hardened. “Of course. This is what I am, isn’t it? Everything I do is either from envy or from spite, there is always some sort of malicious intent behind my actions. Everything that’s ever wrong, it is that way because of me, it could never be you, the golden son, the flawless, glorious prince, the mightiest warrior of Asgard. This is what everyone believes, isn’t it? I am a trickster, the Liesmith, a snake in the bosom of the royal family, finally revealed for what I truly am-”

“I do not believe that.”

“And I don’t believe you. All those centuries of being dismissed as the lesser prince, my talents belittled as yours were cherished, of being in your shadow until I became one.”

“I never thought myself as your better.” Even as he said that he remembered, not a week ago, saying to his brother to know his place. He flushed. “I didn’t mean- I was just angry-”

“Ha. You always are. Angry or upset or-” Loki cut himself off and breathed deeply through his nose. “I don’t want your sentimental nonsense. I am not interested in your worthless excuses either. Go.”

“Loki...”

“Leave me be.” Loki said, his voice flat and cold, turning away and curling into himself again, in a movement that reminded Thor of a snake coiling in preparation for brumation.

Stubbornly, Thor attempted to start again the conversation, but his efforts were all for naught. In the end he left, having achieved none of his goals.

That night, sleep would not come for Thor. Certainly, it was not for lack of effort. The conversation with his brother was replaying in his mind, over and over. Sometimes, Loki frustrated him to no end. Other times he got angry on himself, for his mishandling of the situation. He tossed and turned until giving up finally when only the smallest moon was still hanging in the night sky.

It was true that his brother’s seidr was scorned since it was considered a womanly art. His cunning and keen wit were appreciated by few when applied to strategy in battle, but Loki’s preferred method of manipulating social circumstances and lying, even by omission, were thought as cowardly. ‘A warrior’s way is as straight as the sword he wields.’ Were the words of their weapon-master, Tyr. Tyr had often berated Loki for not leaving up to that standard. And Thor- he didn’t recall berating exactly, but he most certainly teased. He didn’t have malicious intentions, he didn’t want his brother to feel bad, but in retrospect, he could see how his comments, or the ones by their friends could be taken as offence, even if at the time they were received with a wicked smirk and a retaliation in the form of a snide remark, usually about the intelligence of the offending party. And, on second thought, although he held Loki in high regard, he had underestimated his brother’s talents in the past. Loki had spoke true, he had been arrogant and thoughtless. He still was, from time to time. Perhaps he ought to admit to his faults. It wouldn’t solve everything, but just maybe it could be a start, the new beginning they both seem to need.

When the morning arrived, Thor mustered the courage to go to Loki’s room again. He rapped his knuckles on the healing room’s door, ready to burst in without permission, when Loki’s tired, thin voice came to him through the wood. “Have I not make it clear enough yet that I do not desire your mindless chatter?”

Thor could not help the smile that graced his lips. If you excluded the weariness in his tone, Loki almost sounded normal, like every time Thor interrupted something he deemed important. How Thor wished everything was that simple, as it was during their youthful squabbles. “Can I enter? Please, brother.”

A sigh was heard from the other side of the door. Thor could almost imagine the exasperated expression in Loki’s face. “My wishes do not really matter now, do they?”

“Of course they do and if you truly think there is no hope to mend what is between us, then I will go. But, if you hold even a sliver of hope in your heart, let me in.”

Another sigh, softer this time. “Come in.”

Thor opened the door, standing awkwardly in the doorway. Then he ventured forth, taking the chair beside his brother. “I have thought long and hard about this. And I wanted to apologise, for I have indeed wronged you.”

If anything, Loki seemed annoyed at this. “Is this your attempt to appease me for my imagined slights?”

Thor pressed on. “I have underestimated you in the past. I failed to recognise that while our skills may differ, they are of equal importance. In fact, when it comes to ruling, cunning, diplomacy and the ability to decide with your mind rather than your heart, are perhaps more important than prowess in the battlefield.”

Loki gaped at him. “You can’t mean that. You witless oaf! I... I almost killed you! And you apologise for merely-”

“I do not believe you intended it. Had I not been a mortal, the strike would not have killed me.”

“I- I was so angry, I did not think-”

“Sshh. It is alright.” Thor hesitantly put his hand on Loki’s nape. When Loki did not pull away, but instead leaned into the touch, Thor pulled him closer still, until their foreheads touched. For the first time in this bleak week he felt something like hope. Things were not well. But they could be mended.

#palletprincess #loki #thor

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halothenthehorns · 3 years

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Catch a Falling Star

by bookhater95

5 Times Remus was afraid to fly and one time he wasn't. Wolfstar galore

Sirius had already decided that Lupin kid was the odd one before they'd all lined up next to their brooms, him last with tentative steps at the bit of wood. All he did was sleep up in their dorms whenever he wasn't poring over homework, you'd think the lad would enjoy a bit of fun they were being forcibly taught.

James leaned over to whisper in his ear, "I can't decide which is funnier to watch, that guy, or Snivilius?"

Said pompous Slytherin was standing next to his own broom and glowering down at it as if ready to throw a hex at that instead of them for once. How was it possible they seemed the only two ready to have some fun?

A whistle was blown and Sirius' jumped right into his hand of course, he even swung his leg over already before even being prompted and sat proud and ready to do more than just hover, when he again glanced over and saw Remus Lupin looked quite green around the edges, putting some color in his usually gray face.

Pity warred with hilarity, all the idiot had to do was get off the ground, but then, he'd also offered his notes already before they'd even had to ask as a sign of good will if the two promised to keep it down at night, which they'd graciously been doing by being ten times louder in the common room.

At least when they came up and he was snoring away it didn't bother them, Snape on the other hand had been nothing but a useless waste since the train and deserved to have that smarmy look brushed from his face. The fallback would just be happenstance.

A quick curse at just the right spot, and the broom went bucking wildly away with its rider shouting profanities even Sirius didn't yet know. A girl burst out laughing in delight, while Remus watched the progression in horror as if his worst nightmare were being played out. Sirius winced as he realized he hadn't thought that all the way through, but then the other boys eyes caught his, and he smiled. He'd seen him do it, and he mouthed 'thank you' as Snape hit the mud, disbanding their flying practice for now.

The pitch had long since emptied out, James in the lead as he ran across the entirety of their school with excitement for making the team, but Sirius hung back as he sat in the warm sun and trimmed the tails of his precious broom for practice that evening.

Remus came down from the stands and sat beside him until he was finished with that quiet air of his, he hadn't even brought a book this time, just watching him handle his broom with fond exasperation. "I'll never understand you lots appeal to this madness," he told yet again as if he hadn't been doing so for over a year now.

"And I'll never understand how anyone can hate being in the air," Sirius said back at once. "Won't you give it a go, just once?" Remus blanched in disgust and finally took a leery step away from him, eyeing the cloudless sky above as if a hand would reach down and squash them all. "Don't you trust me?" He wheedled. "I've never fallen off a broom and I'm not going to just let you!"

"I'd really rather not," he pleaded. "Honestly Sirius, isn't the promise of sitting in the stands and watching enough for you?"

"For now," he pouted as he slung it over his shoulders and clapped him on the back. "I'll get you one day though, you mark my words."

"Haven't you learned by now not to bet against me," Remus said back with a challenging smile he only ever showed around them.

"You cheated, not getting caught last time!" Sirius was instantly distracted and pulled into the argument as he allowed himself to be steered to lunch.

The moon was three quarters full above them. The stands were empty and every snatch of wind had them standing closer together than normal as they shivered and sized each other up.

"Sirius, this really isn't necessary," Remus whispered. "I said I forgive you, and I do, please stop trying to make it up to me, especially like this."

"Please?" He was, actually begging. He looked as distraught as when he'd confessed what he'd almost done to Snape.

"Why is this so important to you?" Remus wasn't even sure he heard he spoke so quietly.

"Because I," Sirius was still clutching the broom and looking at him with hungry eyes. "I want to, prove that I'm worth, more than just a killer. Moony, I want to give you good memories too."

Remus stepped close and cupped his cheek. Sirius leaned into the touch without breaking eye contact, watching his every inflection carefully. "You've given me more than I'll ever dream of Padfoot," he promised, putting special emphasis on the dog nickname. "I look forward to the future because of you."

Sirius melted in his palm, turning his face just enough to kiss his wrist before covering his hand with his own and smiling. Just a sweet, simple gesture that meant the world to him, that Sirius even seemed to enjoy his touch was a miracle he'd never believe anyone would because of his affliction and Sirius proved wrong every day. "Okay," he whispered, dropping the broom and pulling him in closer.

"What are you up to?" Remus asked, trying to keep the worst of the poutiness out of his voice for going out into the cold November air given the occasion.

"Nope," Sirius refused to answer, again. "It's my birthday, it's my surprise!"

"Pretty sure that's the opposite of how this is suppose to work," he corrected in exhaustion, but was ignored as Sirius got him all the way out to the broom shed and pushed him inside before closing it and leaning in to grin up at him.

Remus started to frown already, his gut clenching unpleasantly at how this was starting even as Sirius tried to coax otherwise by trailing his hand up and down his zipped pants suggestively. "So, shall we do what does work then? Our last year here, I'd love to get the full experiences of life."

"Like getting ourselves expelled early," he tried to curb, plenty distracted by Sirius' nimble fingers but eyes still darting around to all the broom tails suspiciously, the strong smell of wood polish was making him nauseous. "Please be gentle with whatever's about to happen." Sirius laughed lightly, but there was a hesitation now as he prodded at the button but didn't move farther like he was second guessing himself now. "Sirius?" He asked uneasily.

He let his hand drop and pouted up at him. "Never mind, I guess. I thought, I don't know, but never mind."

"Well at least tell me what you were thinking?" He offered in consolation even as he relaxed in relief.

"It's stupid, you'll laugh," he muttered, moving to hold his neck now and pull him in for a proper kiss. "Just, bloody shag me, yeah?"

Guilt tampered out the need though as he gently kissed him back before leaning out and frowning. "You're making me feel like an arse, just tell me, I promise I won't laugh."

"I, um," his eyes darted to his and away to his own broom before going back and repeating the pattern several times before reluctantly blurting, "I was hoping you would, let me give you a ride. Just a small one, I swear, we'd barely hover off the ground, but you clearly still don't want to, so let's just let it go."

Remus bit his lip rather than go back to kissing him as he stroked his hair absently for a few moments and watched hope war with his insistent expression to let it drop back off. "This really means a lot to you, doesn't it?"

"No," he impulsively lied. Something of that eleven-year old who still wanted to laugh at anyone being afraid of heights though would always be in his boyfriend, and Remus knew that. "I've never pushed you, have I? Just, thought you'd want to give it a try now, it's been so long, and a lots happened since then. The wizarding world is literally at war Remus, we don't even know how many more birthdays we're going to get, so I just sort of thought this little thing of yours had fallen off. I was wrong, I won't bring it up again, promise."

Remus kissed him then, because he was incapable of doing anything else in that moment or he'd explode. Sirius snogged him back eagerly, and as always let himself be guided anyway Moony wanted as he started pushing and nudging him to whatever position he desired. Sirius obviously wasn't expecting to be let go though when they were in the center of the little space and blinked his eyes open in concern to see Remus reaching out and holding his broom.

It was a gift from the Potter's he'd screamed like a delirious child over, it was the same one he rode on every Quidditch game, so it's not as if Remus grabbed at random. His heart stuttered with hope, but then he just watched in confusion as Remus let it go at chest height. It hovered in place, and then Moony moved fast, he squealed in surprise a noise threat of death couldn't make him admit had issued from his throat as his waist was seized.

"Ask me again after the war," he whispered as he sat him down on it sidesaddle, stepping in-between his legs. "Doesn't mean we can't have some fun in the meantime?"

Sirius laughed in delight and vowed, "I'm going to remember that."

"Her name is Elvendork," Sirius told him with pride as he ran a rag over her chassis one last time.

"Of course it is," Remus nodded without surprise. "Do you plan on many broken bones at once, or just one at a time?"

"Moony, how dare you," Sirius scowled. "I've never fallen out of the air in my life, I most certainly won't start now!"

It was no use telling him otherwise, Sirius was a natural skyborne and he knew it. "Just please be careful," he asked instead. "You and Prongs, watch your back, you promise?"

"Her christening night out Remus!" Sirius reminded with the same delirious happiness he'd had the entire time he'd put her together. "Voldemort himself couldn't knock us out of the air!" He stopped and watched him roll his eyes and bit down hard on his lip to stop himself asking just like he had every other time the idea popped into his head. Remus would say no, he hadn't even gotten within arms length of his beautiful motorcycle. "Kiss for luck never hurts though," he added as he sat astride her.

Remus stepped forward willingly and moved their lips together with eagerness. Blood rushed so fast through Sirius he didn't even stop to consider himself as he abruptly stood up and grabbed him, trying to pull him forward and down with him, and to his utter amazement Remus complied, settling himself down and opening his mouth in an invitation Sirius greedily accepted. Moony even began knotting up his long hair in his fingers and grating against him, it was intoxicating and he longed to let his fingers itch off his waist and just casually flick the engine on, maybe even just being astride it with the power activated would be okay, and if they happened to start getting a bit off the air while he kept Remus distracted than surely-

"Oi! Padfoot! Are you coming or what?"

Sirius startled and fell off the bike as James' voice echoed from his pocket mirror. Remus watched him with amusement as he got up and offered him a hand.

"I hate all of you," he groused as he dug it out.

"Love you too," Moony gave him one last promising peck before stepping back away.

And 1

The Shrieking Shack had been their reunion, but Sirius Black abruptly showing up on his doorstep with a stolen hippogriff while being on the run from the world was their official homecoming.

"Ah Padfoot," he chuckled for old times when Sirius' latest crazy stunt wouldn't surprise him. Actually, that was a lie, Sirius continued to surprise him his whole life with every turn they took. "You know I can't go on the run with you."

"I know," Sirius nodded, he hadn't even dismounted but just smiled down at him as he reached out and gently traced one of the scars he hadn't been there for. "Just couldn't leave without saying goodbye first."

The awkward silence hung as they watched each other. To many words from their past hovered between them, it may even take another long thirteen years to unravel it all and really be able to talk again. Maybe distance would help. Neither still moved away.

"You all unpacked yet?" Sirius stalled even as he drew his hand away. "Settling back in to, whatever the hell you 've been up to."

"We can talk about that later," he promised. "You'll owl me, won't you? The birds won't trace back to you, I swear."

"I'll get word to you Moony," Sirius promised solemnly. He turned away then, looking at the horizon with long dormant eyes that were finally waking up again.

He couldn't bare to watch him leave again without a proper smile. "What's the matter with you, not even going to offer me a ride first?"

"What?" Sirius just looked at him in pure confusion, blinking dazedly like he'd forgotten he was here.

"You forgot, didn't you?" Remus whispered. There was no need to watch him for any hint of a joke. The haggard lines of his face, the mess of his hair and prison robes, it was like looking at a warped mirror of the teenager he'd once loved with all his heart and given out on.

"Forgot what?" Sirius asked in concern. Shit, it wasn't Remus' birthday. Azkaban had taken away memories, but not facts, he still knew dates.

Remus seized his shoulder and climbed without a second of hesitation, hooking his boot into the notch in Buckbeak's wing-joint like a pro as he swung himself up behind him. Wrapping his arms tight around Sirius' waist after thirteen long years felt as natural as breathing, but Sirius remained frozen beneath him in surprise unlike usual. "Padfoot?" He whispered in concern.

"Are you, really offering, I mean, I'd swear I remembered, but maybe I was wrong," he began babbling and wasn't even twitching, unnaturally still.

"I did use to be afraid of heights," he promised, squeezing his hands and resting his forehead against the back of his shoulder. "Please don't do that to yourself. I once told you though I'd give this bloody flying thing a try after the war, and well," he swallowed as he heard how hollow this would probably sound to someone who had never really left the war, time had abandoned Sirius in there. "I won't waste anymore time being afraid of something as silly as a little height. Not when I have you again."

To his horror, Sirius' chest stuttered beneath him, he gasped in a breath and Remus leaned forward to see his old love was actually crying.

"Sirius?" He asked again in concern, moving to get off now and get him to come with him inside. Instead his hands left the birds neck and clamped down on his knees still resting on the wings to hold him in place, breathing raggedly but refusing to move, so Remus waited. He rested his chin on the shirt and leaned over to kiss his wet cheek and neck gently, closing his eyes and just letting him be.

"We can't go back," Sirius finally spoke, and Remus fought back his own sob at hearing true emotion in his voice again, the likes of which he'd thought stripped away from him forever. Love, Sirius still loved him, his past he was still piecing together. "I keep hoping I'll find something out here that hasn't changed, now even shit I didn't know about is different. You'd never get on a broom with me before, would you?"

"No," he admitted, "but I never said I had a problem with winged creatures. You just never asked."

Sirius threw his head back and laughed. That sharp barking noise he'd gone far too long without hearing. "A hippogriff. You're really telling me I never thought of that?"

"I'd never lie about something like this," he grinned, nuzzling as tight into his back as he could. "Now please, the poor creature's getting restless." Buckbeak had been remarkably still and calm beneath them the whole time in fact, but Sirius didn't call him out on it. "Can't I have that ride?"

"Anything for you Moony," Sirius' voice was brimming with excitement, his brittle fingers squeezed Remus' legs before nudging him around a bit, making sure his feet were securely behind the coming wingspan. Remus just held on tighter to his chest and leaned into his every motion with anticipation as Sirius rode with his legs and their hippogriff began a soft walk at once. "Hold on now," Sirius dug his fingers back into the deep gray feathers, sitting properly with his back straight but nearly vibrating with anticipation.

"I'm not letting go," he promised.

Sirius did something with his legs again, and their ride moved to a fast gallop in one stride, Remus worried for a moment his hold went painful on Padfoot but he merely whooped with delight and shouted, "get ready!"

There was no warning that he could tell, the wings burst forth and unfurled with a beautiful glory of streaming feathers already flapping and beating the air around them as they launched into the dark night, the two laughing the entire time.

#Harry Potter #fanfiction #Wolfstar #Sirius Black #Remus Lupin #flying #5n1 #five and one

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duxhess-kryzewan · 4 years

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Will you ever write a sequel of the Braxton Hicks story you wrote a few months ago? I just can't get the idea of Obi-Wan panicking and maybe almost missing the birth out of my head. Btw, I love your writing, keep at it!

- hicks, pt.2 -

The pain was blinding.

Everything was screaming in agony with each passing second, as if the baby was trying to tear her apart from the inside out and she can vaguely recall the mid-wife telling her that she would know the difference between Braxton-Hicks and the real thing. The woman was right, these are so, so much worse than anything she could have imagined.

"We're going to transfer you to the medical wing, your grace." One of her guards - the pain was too much for her to remember which - had told her.

"Obi-Wan." She says, "Where is Obi-Wan?"

There were only a handful of people within Sundari palace that knew the true parentage of her unborn child; a decision that both she and Obi-Wan had made when they first discovered she was pregnant in order to provide plausible deniability should anyone she didn't outwardly trust get questioned. Even with the hopeful outlook that the war would be ending there was till always the threat of someone seeking to harm her Jedi Knight, and he had sworn that they would never be collateral for his actions.

She had her own reasons too, of course. While Mandalore was prospering with it's new dawn of peace, there will always be those that won't forget that bloodshed between their people and the Jedi.

"We'll track him down ma'am," A nursemaid told her, "We'll send for him to meet you in the delivery room immediately."

Delivery room.

The baby was coming for real this time, and Obi-Wan was nowhere to be found.

----

"You're seven centimeters dilated, Satine." The doctor had told her shortly after another wave of pain crashed over her, "We won't have you push until you reach ten."

"I can't-" She pauses and sucks in a ragged breath as the most recent contraction makes itself known, "I can't have this baby without Obi-Wan here."

The doctor looks at her, both sympathy and amusement written across his features, "I'm sorry to say that they tend to come out when they please. But you have some time between now and then, he very well could get here before you have to start pushing."

When he leaves she's overcome with the crippling fear of loneliness. How could she ever manage to do this without him? All those nights they spent together, discussing the possibility of what would happen if he wasn't there when she went into labor was suddenly a reality, and the sadness that it brought was so heart crushing.

They both had known of course that this was always part of the reality; that he may be off saving the galaxy somewhere else while she tries to bring their child into the world. But how she had hoped that the stars would align in their favor just this once.

And oh, she dreads how much guilt that he will carry around if he were to miss this. There would never be a harsher critic of Obi-Wan than Obi-Wan himself.

The door to the room opens, and for a moment she's filled with delight only for it all to be taken away from her when she realizes it's not him, but simply the mid-wife.

"Your grace," She says with a slight bow, "We've contacted Senator Amidala as you requested, she said she will send word to Master Kenobi as soon as she tracks down his location."

Satine nods solemnly, "Thank you. Please send word if you receive a response. I want updated no matter what the news is."

The young girl nods obediently and scurries out of the room. Yes, surely Padme would be able to track him down. She almost always knows where Anakin is, and where there is Anakin there's normally Obi-Wan not too far behind.

She thinks back to their conversation from the night they had thought she was going into labor, when they had gone back to bed after the scare of the Braxton-hicks had worn off.

"Oh, I’m petrified. But I’m more afraid of not being here when you actually do go into labor. The baby being born tonight would have been a bit unexpected, but at least I would have been here to go through it with you. The thought of you going through labor alone-”

“I want you by my side. Always.” She tells him, “But that is not the way we have chosen to live. If you are off saving the galaxy, then I will make sure our child knows that.”

“You are extraordinary.”

The pain subsides for a moment when she thinks of that night; how he had held her until she finally slipped back into a dreamless sleep. It was one of the rare occasions that he had been there for more than a single days time. He had been called away on a mission not long after, and had only just returned yesterday according to Padme.

He smiles and rubs his hand up and down the length of her stomach, “Wearing you out already.”

She reaches up and presses a lazy kiss to the corner of his mouth, “Well, they are your child, I would expect nothing less. You certainly like making my life difficult.”

He rolls his eyes, “I’m not even going to humor you with a response.”

A soft laugh escapes her just as her eyes begin to flutter close, “Next time you’re here they better be real.”

“Next time."

She grips the bedsheets tightly in her hands as another contraction blindsides her, and it wasn't long until the doctor and an assortment of nursemaids flooded the room, one of the younger ones holding her hand gently as the pain begins to subside and force does she wish that it was Obi-Wan's hand more than anything right now.

"You're at nine centimeters," the doctor informs her, "One more centimeter and you're going to start pushing."

Everything inside of her hurts, from the aching in her chest from Obi-Wans lack of a presence to the baby that was trying so desperately to come out of her. It's the most overwhelming thing she's ever experienced and she vows then and there that he was never, ever going to get her pregnant again.

"Have you picked out a name?"

She stares blankly at the doctor, thrown off by the sudden inquisitiveness.

"A name?" The contractions were more frequent than before, one after another and she could hardly think straight.

"For the baby," he says, "Talk to me Satine, it'll help distract you."

She wants to laugh and tell him that she doesn't think anything can distract from this, but she doesn't have the energy.

"We've discussed a few," She says, letting out a slow and measured breath, "It all depends on what if they're a boy or girl. We wanted-" She pauses and takes in a deep breath, "To wait and meet them before choosing a name."

One of the nurses wipes at her forehead with a cool rag and smooths her hair back and out of her eyes.

"Are you hoping for a boy or girl?" The doctor continues, flashing her an encouraging smile.

"I'm hoping for a healthy baby." She says, because it's true. While the idea of having a daughter who she could dote on as she got older was certainly appealing, having a mini version of Obi-Wan running around in a son warmed her heart just as much. In the end, all that mattered was that they were healthy and here with her.

"We're going to find out very shortly." He tells her, "You're fully dilated. You're going to have to start pushing."

The urge to cry over takes her; partly due to the pain, partly in anticipation to finally meeting the child she had carried for 9 months, and partly because she would have to have this baby without Obi-Wan.

"I can't." She tells him, gripping the nurses hand even tighter.

He looks at her with sympathy and she can only imagine the state she must be in, "I'm sorry Satine, but it's time. I need you to push."

She doesn't want to do this without him, but she knows they're at the point of no return. She was going to have to have this baby.

"Push." He instructs her.

The pressure in her shifts, and it suddenly feels better and worse at the same time. The rapid contractions hurt worse, but she was so exhausted and she's certain that she just didn't have the strength to do it.

"Push."

She shuts her eyes tightly and focuses all her energy on trying to push. She's gripping the nurses hand so tightly she's certain she would snap the poor girls fingers if she put anymore of her strength into it.

"Push."

But then the hand holding hers suddenly lets go and is replaced by another. One so familiar that it causes her eyes to snap open.

"Obi-Wan."

He smooths her hair back with his free hand and smiles lovingly at her, "I was on my way here when I received Padme's distress signal. I wouldn't have dared missed this."

For the first time since her contractions started she smiles and thanks whatever omnipotent force is there looking after her.

"Keep pushing Satine." The doctor instructs.

She grips Obi-Wans hand as tight as she can manage, his presence providing her with a newfound strength and she pushes with everything she has in her.

A cry fills the room.

---

When she wakes up hours later, she finds that the last few hours of daylight had came and went, leaving only the white light of the moon to illuminate the room.

Obi-Wan stands in front of the window overlooking the city, swaying gently as he stares at the bundle in his arms. A warmth spreads through her at the sight; an overwhelming wave of love so strong that she's certain it'll bring her to tears at any moment. Nothing would ever compare to watching the love of her life cradle the blessing they made together.

"Obi-Wan." She says softly.

He turns and looks at her, smiling adoringly before glancing back to the sleeping infant.

"I was wondering when you'd wake up," He says quietly, coming over to sit on the edge of her bed, "You've been asleep for a good while now."

"Giving birth does tend to tire the body out," She says with a soft laugh before focusing her attention on the infant, "She's perfect,"

He shifts their daughter into her arms without question., She feels complete; as if this was the piece that shes been missing in her life all these years.

"She has your hair," She says, brushing her fingertips over the soft auburn fuzz that decorated her head, "I was hoping she'd be a redhead like you."

He leans down and pressing a kiss to Satine's temple before coming to fully lay down beside her. She wastes no time pressing herself into his side and dropping her head on his shoulder. This was what she had always wanted, a family with the man she loved. It wasn't lost on her how lucky she was, that they very well could have lived out their separate lives and never have created something so beautiful and wonderful as their daughter.

"I love you, Satine."

This time she can't stop the tears from welling up in her eyes.

"I love you too, Obi-Wan, More than you could ever possibly know.", She looks down to her daughter, "And I love her more than I thought possible."

He nuzzles her hair with the tip of his nose, "We only had one name for a girl we both agreed on."

Satine nods, "So it's decided. Jinn Kenobi-Kryze."

He kisses her then, the first time he's been able to do so in upwards of two months and it reminds her just how much she misses him when he's gone, and how she only loves him more each time he comes home.

"She's perfect." He affirms.

And for the first time in forever, she knows everything is going to be alright.

#obitine #obi wan x satine #obitine fanfic #obitine fanfiction #obitine prompt #obitine fluff #Obitine babies #jinn!universe

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in-tua-deep · 5 years

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Hi, I’m wondering if you have any other ideas about the memory mishap au? Somehow this au is just extremely endearing to me, and I’ve come back to it times to times. In a good mood? Time for mishap au. In a bad mood? mishap au. Sleepy but somehow too tired to sleep? MEMORY MISHAP AU. So yeah I would love to hear your thoughts about this au. Maybe other things that the siblings notice about five? How does he deal with the new appreciation?? Thank you, and have a nice day :>

asdfSADF i’m honored you like it so much !! for all of those following along at home the memory mishap au is this one here where they travel back in time to their 13 year old selves - except Five seems to be missing a good chunk of memory. Oh, say everything since he was actually thirteen. Which means Five does not know about the apocalypse whoops.

anyway the squad run away with Five’s ‘run away’ supplies from a shoebox under the floorboards with some fake IDs and some cash - he was planning on pulling a runner in the original timeline and was in the process of hoarding supplies (Five wanted everything perfect before he proposed any plan, no loopholes about preparedness - but his perfectionism was his downfall and he didn’t tell anyone when he vanished and all his siblings were trapped in the house with no idea of the treasure trove within the house)

“Why didn’t you tell me about the plan?” Vanya asks, quietly in the backseat of the van they all may or may not have hotwired from the long term parking lot of an airport.

She looks Five up and down. He looks excited, thrilled. He looks… unburdened in a way that none of the others do, with the threat of the apocalypse and the Commission hanging over their heads. All they have to go on are the scant pieces of information Five deigned to share with them before jumping them back, which was admittedly little.

(He looks young.)

He shrugs, looking sheepish. And Five has never exactly been a closed book, but in that terrible week before the apocalypse Vanya only ever saw fear and anger and a terrible yearning grief in him. That’s almost all been wiped away now, replaced by relief and joy and a dash of deep confusion. Not that Vanya blames him for the last one - they’d all changed after seventeen years.

“I didn’t want to say anything until it was a sure thing.” Five admits, whispering back but it’s pretty clear from the silence of the rest of the car that the others are listening. And from the little roll of his eyes, Five isn’t exactly unaware of this fact. “Plus I wasn’t exactly sure what, uh. Everyone would say.”

To her credit, Allison is on Vanya’s other side and is studiously looking out the window to give as much illusion of privacy as seven 13 year olds crammed in a car can give.

Vanya frowns. “What was your plan, anyway? I don’t think Luther would have left when we were thirteen.”

There’s some sputtering from the driver’s seat where Luther, as the tallest and most likely of the seven to be mistaken for a sixteen-year-old, is smacked by Diego to keep him quiet. Both Vanya and Five are unimpressed with this effort. It’s not like Vanya is wrong, anyway.

Five looks distinctly embarrassed and looks out the window, avoiding looking at Vanya. But more importantly, avoiding looking at Allison. “I had some, uh. Some blackmail.”

“On Luther?” Klaus can’t contain himself and interjects. Ben smacks him, looking over his shoulder apologetically at the backseat trio (now that Ben can actually smack Klaus he’s been doing it with great frequency and with some amount of glee). Still. “We’re talking Luther ‘Good-Two-Shoes’ Hargreeves?” Yeah the smack was never going to stop him.

Five squirms in his seat, looking at his shoes. This has the entire car’s attention on him, barring Luther keeping his eyes on the road but exuding some ferocious concentration his way. “Uh. The blackmail wasn’t on Luther.”

There’s a short pause before Allison whips her head away from the window (abandoning the illusion of privacy) to stare openly at Five. “What?” She demands, loudly. “What the hell did you have on me?”

“Uh,” Five grimaces, “You know, uh. You didn’t uh, you know your hiding spot in the closet?”

“You went through my closet?” Allison shrieks, blood rushing to her face as she remembers exactly the kind of stupid teenage shit she hid away when she was thirteen. Nothing incredibly incriminating, but the sort of embarrassing stuff she wouldn’t want to see the light of day.

“You weren’t exactly subtle!” Five shot back, crossing his arms defensively. “You never close your door!”

“You spied on me? You little shit!” Allison lunges across the car, squishing Vanya who protests loudly, as Five squeals against the assault, batting back at Allison.

“Hey! Hey!” Luther yells back at them, “I will pull this car over so help me, quit it!”

“Don’t make me tell them about all your stupid crushes!” Five threatens, “I know exactly what stupid magazine pages you kissed!”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Allison howls, being pushed back by a particularly ruffled looking Vanya.

“No! No go on!” Klaus eggs on, looking absolutely delighted at this conversation. He’s laughing and has actually unbuckled his seatbelt in order to turn around and kneel over his seat to watch the chaos unfolding.

“Klaus put your seatbelt back on.” Diego reprimands instantly. Klaus, predictably, ignores this.

“I want to switch seats!” Five demands, since Allison is still glowering with intent to smack. The Cain instinct is strong at the moment.

“If anyone should get to switch seats it’s me!” Vanya interjects, deeply aggrieved after the treatment of being generally steamrolled over since she’s in the middle seat. At this, both Allison and Five have the decency to look at least a little bit abashed.

“We need to get gas in a bit anyway.” Luther points out, “Vanya can have shotgun, then.”

Diego makes an offended noise, considering the fact that he is the one currently in the front seat next to Luther.

“It’s time to switch around!” Luther says, sounding a little offended even as he hunches his shoulder up around his ears. “It’s you guys turn to sit in the back anyway.” Five’s noticed that Luther hunches a lot more now, as if he is constantly expecting to be far too big. He wonders just how tall their already tallest sibling ends up being and makes a mental note to ask.

(The others gave Five a crash course in the future, but understandably plenty of details were glossed over or forgotten about as being unimportant. He knows Luther was on the moon but isn’t aware of his father’s questionable experimentation on Number One.)

“How come you aren’t included in this whole turn taking thing?” Diego demands with a scowl.

“‘Cause I’m tallest and least likely to get pulled over.” Luther states evenly. It’s a discussion that’s been had on way more than one occasion.

“You’re not even that much taller than me yet!” Diego protests, a scowl upon his face.

“How tall does Luther get?” Five cuts in, leaning forward in curiosity.

“Super tall.” Klaus offers, a lopsided grin on his face, “Diego just happened to not grow after thirteen. Tragic, honestly.”

“Shut up!” Diego snaps, twisting around, “He’s a fucking liar! If anyone of us didn’t grow after thirteen it’s Vanya!”

Five looks at Vanya and she just shrugs. It’s not like it’s not true, after all. “It’s kind of nice to not have to crane my neck to look at everyone. Like, the whole family got super tall except for me. I’m half convinced Dad was slipping growth drugs into you guys food or something.”

“Did I get tall?” Five asks, bouncing a little.

The car descends into a seriously awkward silence. The grin on Five’s face falters. “Oh, uh. Yeah. I guess, uh. Right.”

“We didn’t get to see you as a grown up.” Ben tells their sibling quietly. “You told us you were fifty-nine when you came back, and I don’t know how long you worked for the Commission for, but I think you grew up in the apocalypse.”

“Less than five years.” Luther adds, getting the whole car’s attention. He cringes a little at the eyes on him. “Uh, before Diego came in me and Five uh, had a little heart to heart and stuff. Five years is the length of a contract at the Commission, apparently? So uh. You were with them for less than five years.”

“You were short.” Klaus says with the kind of authority that makes everyone look at him in more than a little confusion. Klaus shrugs. “Look, he showed up in that suit, right? And it wasn’t all that big on him. That means he didn’t grow that much taller, or he’d have been tripping over his pants.”

Five sinks back in his seat, looking mightily disappointed. Vanya pats his shoulder in shorty solidarity.

“To be fair!” Klaus gestures, breaking the moment, “You were like, starving for like, all of that? I’m pretty sure you mentioned eating cockroaches?” Five pulls a disgusted face at that particular revelation, “But what I mean is! Starvation could have totally stunted your growth. So you might be tall this time around!”

“We’re gonna see Five grow up this time.” Ben says out loud, and the car takes a moment to process that. None of them could imagine an adult Five, not after he’d lived on immortal in their memories as a young teen.

“I get to see you guys grow up as well?” Five points out, half because it’s true and half to break the awkward mournful attitude that fell. “This isn’t exactly a one way street, idiots.”

“And you don’t ever have to eat a single cockroach ever again!” Klaus cheers, Five pulling yet another face at the very thought. “And hey, if you don’t ever get your memories back then you won’t even remember eating cockroaches!”

Another pregnant silence.

Five shifts again. “Guys, I’m not gonna give up on getting my memories back just because I’m a little grossed out. Klaus is just being… Klaus. I’m gonna get them back eventually, I just need to figure out what equation I used to get back and figure out what went wrong. A piece of cake.”

No one brings up the fact that it had taken Five forty-five whole years to figure out the whole ‘going back’ equations after attempting time travel.

“Is now a bad time to request a bathroom break?” Vanya breaks in bluntly, unwilling to sit through this conversation for a single second longer. It startles a laugh out of Klaus and breaks any and all of the tension as Allison hesitantly seconds the request and Klaus starts demanding they get snacks if they’re to continue this road trip.

BUT YEAH I do like this au even though I don’t usually write after canon stories SO i mean technically it’s not au until season 2 comes out amiright ;3c

there’s a lot for the siblings to learn about one another, and i’m not talking about the road just between five and every else and vice versa. These losers haven’t seen each other in like, eleven years and no one except Klaus has seen Ben in even longer than that OOF none of them really know one another anymore since they’ve been very much out of one another’s lives

honestly the au right now is mainly the kids running off and stealing cars and travelling while stealing on the down low to keep themselves going and i’m actually thinking of having them run into Hazel and Agnes (who are touring the bird places that was the original plan to begin with) and Agnes isn’t about to let all these tiny children go off into the unknown!! Especially if they’re being hunted! They could get killed, Hazel. They’re just kids!

And Five is just kind of like “??? whomst? oh this is the guy with the bear mask? didn’t he like? torture Klaus and help kill Diego’s love interest or like, is that a different person. Y’all need to like, write down every single detail for real I feel like there was 0 communication between all of you for that entire week.”

and Hazel is just like,, surprised_pikachu.jpeg as they all explain that Five has a little uh,, amnesia problem and Hazel gets to meet an Actual Child with the face of the assassin he fought against and hunted down and it’s weird okay shut up

and look they wouldn’t consider it except for the fact that having some Actual Adults around would probably help since they’ve already had to skedaddle from several places after being eyed just a little too hard by concerned shopkeepers and citizens and whatnot for being seven teens on an apparent road trip

Klaus demands piggyback rides and Hazel is just kind of like “are you sure it’s Five who lost his memories and is a child again” and they others are all just kind of “oh yeah you get used to him just sort of power through it.”

honestly just general siblings shenanigans pleases me which is why we have the earlier scene between five and allison that i have exactly 0 regrets about #bless

#memory mishap au #tua #the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #allison hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #ben hargreeves #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #hazel #tua hazel #agnes #tua agnes #this was a lot of fun to write tbh #allison and five are me and my brother while vanya is my sister forever trapped in the middle seat

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rebellect-writes · 4 years

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[SIZE=1][b]Name:[/b] Jess. [b]Age:[/b] 22. [b]Spare space in the brain?:[/b] No.

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[b]Name:[/b] William Kubiak. [b]Nicknames & Aliases:[/b] [LIST] [*] Birth Name: Darren William Kubiak. [*] Will, Kubiak, 'Oi, you!', Argumentative. [/LIST][b]Age:[/b] 31. [b]Date of Birth:[/b] August 10, 1981. [b]Gender:[/b] Male. [b]Sexual Orientation:[/b] Openly bisexual. [b]Occupation:[/b] Security for Aaru Transport.

[b]Animal Species:[/b] Polar Bear ([i]Ursus maritimus[/i].) [b]Animal Description: [/b] [IMG]http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltovfif8Au1qzya49o1_500.jpg[/IMG] [i]Weight:[/i] 1400lbs. [i]Height:[/i] 4.5 feet at the shoulders; 10.5 feet on his hind legs. [i]Length[/i] 9.5 feet. [i]Coat:[/i] Thick and white. [b]Do you have a hybrid/alpha form?:[/b] No! [b]Rank:[/b] Rogue. [b]How long has your character been a lycanthrope?:[/b] 9 and a half years. [b]Mindset:[/b] Dominant enough. [b]Power level:[/b] Beta.

[b]Face Claim:[/b] Ben Barnes. [b]Description:[/b] [IMG]http://i672.photobucket.com/albums/vv90/bloodwillout/app%20pics/willbear.png[/IMG] [i]Height:[/i] 6'1 [i]Weight:[/i] 175lbs. [i]Eyes:[/i] Really dark brown, though they look black. [i]Hair:[/i] Brown and cut short. [i]Build:[/i] Slim and lean. [i]Visible marks:[/i] William has a few scars actually. The worst is a thick diagonal scar that runs from the inside of his elbow midway to his shoulder. The other notable scar is runs for two inches on the side of his right knee where he broke his leg as a kid. His only tattoo is a black [URL=http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o82/tehkawaiibunny/benbarnes02.gif]cross[/URL] on the right side of his upper chest which he got when he was younger and dumber. [i]Style:[/i] He prefers easy casual. If it’s comfy and reliable, he’ll stick with what he knows. Jeans and a t-shirt with a sturdy pair of boots are all part of his general wardrobe. However when the occasion arises, William can pull of a suit with ease. Neck ties are a no. Nay. Never.

[b]Special Skills:[/b][LIST] [*] Has a habit of switching accents between Irish and indistinguishable (area wise) British. It doesn’t help when he gets angry of course, words get shortened and the Irish accent comes back in full force. [*] Growing up in a mostly none English speaking household, William can speak, write and understand Irish Gaelic. [*] Knows how to handle a firearm, and he even has a full licence and carry permit. [*] Information Gathering. Now, he knows where to look for the [i]right[/i] information without getting scammed and sent on a wild goose chase. [*] Technologically minded. He’s good at fixing broken things and righting techie issues. [/LIST][b]Personality:[/b] [LIST]Appearances can be deceptive, can’t they? To a lot of people, William appears nothing more than a little bit cocky, a little cynical and somewhat lazy thug, with next to no self-control and a smart mouth the side of Antarctica. That’s fine with him at the end of the day, because he doesn’t really care what people think or say about him bar a few close exceptions in his life that he spends the majority of his time with. For those that don’t see what’s beneath the surface, William rarely lets that get to him for longer than five minutes or the time it takes him to fetch another beer. To them he’s an asshole and that’s as deep as it goes.

His moods dictate a lot of Will’s actions, for example if he’s with someone that he’s known for a long time, he’s likely to be more relaxed and easy going despite the situation he’s in or the conversation going at the time. However, on the other hand if he’s with someone that he doesn’t know, things can be a little uncomfortable on all sides since he doesn’t easily trust from the get-go. Like I said, it’s all about his mood at the time. He has a habit of putting up barriers to stop people from poking their nose into his business and dragging him into theirs, generally he reacts with snark and a “I don’t give a flying fuck” attitude and if that doesn’t work, he’s not above lashing out and using threats to get someone away from him. At his worst, he can be painfully blunt and to the point, say things that others would rather beat around the bush about, and be generally vicious when it comes to other people’s emotions. At his best, he can be a cheeky little flirt that will listen to people’s problems and offer some kind of solution.

William is extremely loyal to his family, there’s no doubt about that, and there’s very little that he wouldn’t do for his mother or anyone of his sisters. Even though he’s had to put up with a lot of crap from his father and been dragged into a lot of mess because of it. Despite that, he still can’t bring himself to cut ties completely with the man and remove him from his life. The loyalty stretches to others as well, like people who’ve impacted his life in a way that others haven’t been able to. These people, his inner circle of friends, lovers, whatever they happen to be, are in Will’s mind his family as well. One of his major fears is that something will take his family away from him, leaving him with nothing. It’s left him in a cold sweat before just thinking about it and he’s been left with nightmares because of someone saying that someone close to him was dead which he hasn’t gotten over. He’s a little insecure with the things that mean the most to him, but that can easily be put to bed.

William has a naturally mild rebellious temperament and often shows a desire to resist authority (and control) through generally playful gestures and words. He’s tried to bury the light-hearted playfulness over the years, but it does come out with a handful of people. He has to push people’s buttons and boundaries when he can, but it’s not always for an instantaneous effect. He’s fine with drawing things out. His general temperament and actions can be, on occasion, contradictory of themselves as underneath the playful persona, is a sadistic side that will quiet happily make someone hurt. He’s not necessarily evil, and compared to most people, he’s a saint. He just does the best he can with what he has to survive.

Just because of his don’t give a damn mentality, it doesn’t mean that Will’s incapable of anger. Sure it takes a lot to push his buttons to make him snap, but it’s possible. His temper isn’t what should worry people however; it’s the fact that he’s insanely stubborn and persistent. He’s been knocked on his ass time and time again, only to get back to his feet and that’s something that won’t ever change with him. It’s why someone needs to pull him back at times, if he gets an idea into his head he’s likely to keep on going until he’s wears himself down or gets what he wants. He’s a sly one, and smarter than he looks, often spending more time processing things that could be useful than ignoring them, it’s just another contradiction and a part of him that he puts to good use.

As he more or less taught himself how to train his other nature, William’s not inclined to care about bear groups and politics. It’s nothing on them, as he just doesn’t understand the whole hierarchy thing, though he’s more than willing to take a poke at it and try and understand it. As a rule though, he’d rather just avoid any trouble that could crop up from tying himself down to a group and live as a rogue. The way he sees it is that he’s done alright (mostly) by himself, so he doesn’t need the help and security that something like a sleuth could give. He could care less about other supernaturals as long as they keep their nose out of his business or their fangs out of his throat.

What a bloody confusing mess he is, he’d give a therapist a nervous breakdown. [/LIST][b]Likes:[/b][LIST] [*] Cooking. It’s relaxing and it gives him some time to think. [*] Cutting the speed limits on his [URL=http://www.ducati.ms/gallery/files/3/2/8/9/1/996black.jpg]Ducati 996[/URL]. [*] People with a backbone that stand up for themselves. [*] Seeing Keegan smile, but shhhh! Don’t tell him. [*] Movie nights in. [*] His sisters. Pains in the arse some of them may be. [*] Hitting the pub after work. [/LIST][b]Dislikes:[/b][LIST] [*] Being sent on a wild goose chase. [*] Pity Me parties. [*] People pleasers. [*] Social network sites. [*] Hot weather, but he’ll keep the bitching to a minimum. [*] The Church. He’s a lapsed Catholic, turning ex. [*] Not such a fan of water in his eyes (or swimming or anything like that.) [/LIST][b]Strengths:[/b][LIST] [*] Visual deception: He’s smarter than he makes out, yo! [*] He can look a vampire in the eyes (670yrs). [*] Is immune to most peoples taunting. [/LIST][b]Weaknesses:[/b][LIST] [*] Has to shift on a full moon, no if's, buts or maybes. [*] His mother and his sisters. There’s not much he wouldn’t do for them. [*] Sometimes needs someone to reign him in. [/LIST][b]Family:[/b][LIST] [*] Seamus Kubiak; father, mid to late sixties. [*] Margaret Kubiak; Mother, mid-sixties. [*] Kathleen “Kathy” Kubiak; Older sister, 42. [*] Brenna Kubiak; Older sister; 37. [*] Avery Kubiak; younger sister; 25. [*] Laura Kubiak; youngest sister; 19. [/LIST][b]History:[/b] [LIST]Originally hailing from Derry, Ireland, the Kubiak family moved further south to coastal town of Kilrush in County Clare to avoid any more of the Troubles that had almost torn their family apart as it was. Just in time too, as within two weeks of settling into their new home on August the tenth, nineteen eighty-one, Margaret went into labour with her third child, Darren Kubiak. As stressful as a time as it had been, the parents where happy to have a new member of their family, but their happiness was nothing compared to their daughters, Kathleen and Brenna. The girls had been dead set on the idea of having another sister, but when they found out that they had a baby brother, they had to re-evaluate their long term plans of tea parties and such. Poor Darren didn’t stand a chance when they were asked to watch over him. Even as a toddler, Darren was smarter than most kids his age. He was up on his feet and walking by just shy of a year old and he was forming almost proper sentences only a few months after that, only resorting to actions when he couldn’t get what he wanted to say out. His mother lapped that up, but his sisters took all the credit. Unfortunately, Seamus was the only person that didn’t seem that interested in anything that was happening; oh he was happy that he finally had a son, he just wanted things to move a little faster so he could teach Darren about the real world and just how disappointing that it was going to be without ending up on the receiving end of an iron skillet from his wife. The saddest thing was, no matter how much Seamus tried to bond with Darren, the father and son never really clicked like they should have done.

A few months after his fifth birthday, young Darren got the shock of his life when Avery Kubiak was brought home from the hospital. Having a little sister was so exciting and scary at the same time, exciting because there was suddenly someone younger than him, scary because his older sisters and parents spent more time fussing around the new baby. Darren was almost jealous of the attention that Avery, to the point that it almost became obvious to everyone present at the home reception, and he would have thrown a tantrum if it hadn’t been for Kathleen taking him aside and telling him that nothing was ever going to change. He took his oldest sister’s words to heart and even though he spent a few days trying to avoid the new addition to the family while he tried to work out just how things weren’t going to change because to him, everything had changed and would never be the same again. It was the hurt and confusion that he couldn’t shake off no matter what the youngster said or did. When asked to help with looking after Avery, he went in the opposite direction as fast as he could. Sometimes however, he couldn’t shake the responsibility and grudgingly did what he had to do before escaping to his room. It wasn’t until Avery was six months old that things happened that tore the family apart for the first time. Seamus returned home drunk from the pub one night and verbally and physically attacked his wife in the kitchen for some reason only known to himself in his drunken haze. Kathleen jumped into the fray to try and break things up before someone was seriously hurt, and Brenna called the police. It wasn’t unfamiliar to the older members of the family, but listening to the chaos below them while Avery cried in her crib, Darren was terrified! Still, being the only person around to help Avery, he did all that he could to help the baby girl settle down. It was Kathy that came up what felt like days later – when it was only a few hours - to find a very tired Darren pulling funny faces and Avery giggling like there was no tomorrow.

Despite everything that his mother tried to do to make sure things ran smoothly, things had changed in the household and it wasn’t because Seamus had been kicked out of the house either. His mother was more distant and withdrawn and his sisters were nearly always tense and less than inclined to deal with their younger siblings unless forced by their mother. It almost went like this for a year, and it wasn’t until Kathleen announced that she was moving out with her boyfriend, that Darren truly snapped. While he had made more and more progress with little Avery, his attitude dramatically changed when he was anywhere else but home, and it wasn’t until the third letter from his school and a home visit from his teacher that Darren was dropped off on his father’s doorstep, back in Derry and left there after his mum had finally called it quits and had enough and – Darren would always remember her exact words – told him that she “needed a break” and thought that it would be best if he went to live with his father for a while. The last time that he’d seen Seamus, he’d been a scared boy with no idea as to what was happening. Now, he couldn’t care less about the older male. He didn’t think of Seamus as his father anymore, he thought of him as a bully that preyed on women. Still, he had nowhere else to go since he’d been left hundreds of miles from his home. Seamus didn’t seem that happy either, but he made do and put Darren in the spare room after warning him from touching anything that didn’t belong to him. Barely eight years old, more or less alone and feeling abandoned; Darren did the only thing that he could do given the circumstances. He did as he was told. In a roundabout way he did want some kind of connection with his father, but at the same time, he couldn’t forget what Seamus had done. Things didn’t get much better in the following days, it was as if Seamus barely knew he existed unless they were in the same room or he was tossing Darren a bag of chips from the local chip shop, and Darren was happy with that.

Even though it had originally been planned for Darren to stay with Seamus for six weeks, when the day rolled by that he was supposed to come home, Darren was sorely let down when Kathleen came and dropped off some more of his stuff. Apparently his mum had been sick and Brenna was left with Avery to look after, but Kathy was staying for a while because she missed her baby brother. It seemed that Darren wasn’t the only one that didn’t trust Seamus after all, and with a second child under his roof, Seamus started to crack under the parental stress. He did try though, under Kathleen’s watchful eye, Seamus did attempt to get to know them again as their father. It became more than apparent that Seamus couldn’t be a father though, after one nasty dispute with Kathleen over something hilariously stupid from most people’s perspective, Seamus turned around and bulldozed right into Darren, throwing the young boy back awkwardly and hard enough that in the fall, the kid broke his arm. Less than a week later, with his arm in a cast and a seriously pissed off Margret waiting for them all in Kilrush, the father and two children returned to the family home. It was good to be home, and even with Seamus under their roof still – for some reason, Margret didn’t run him off like both Darren and Kathleen had hoped - , Darren’s attitude had taken a major turnaround. The sullen and rebellious kid was replaced by someone more laid back and spent more and more time helping his mother and Brenna with things while taking on the responsibilities of making sure that Avery kept her nose clean even though she was only six and half by then. It was over the next few years that Darren cracked down on his schooling, kept an eye on his father in case there was a repeat of the attack against Margret, and grew close to Avery like only a big brother could do. There was only five years difference between them but that didn’t mean much in the grand scheme of sibling things considering their other sisters were way much older than the pair of them.

While things didn’t get out of hand exactly, there were a few bumps along the road but nothing that they couldn’t fix. Except for issues regarding pets. Brenna and Darren both had rabbits given to them one day by a neighbour, and they loved them…until one day they came home from home from the shops to find Seamus cooking stew. They’d actually eaten some of it before their father had told them exactly what it was and where their pets had gone. The idea of having a pet was never mentioned again. With nothing else to occupy his time, Darren watched Kathleen fall in love and attempt to make a family of her own. He watched Brenna in and out of love like it was a fashion craze and the new latest must have. His parents seemed happy enough and even Avery was doing her own thing. A few months after his eleventh birthday, however, the family was introduced to another change, another daughter in fact, baby Laura. It was great having another sibling and even though Darren still wanted a brother, he was more and more determined to look after his kid siblings and throughout the next five years, Darren did everything he could to make sure that the younger girls were fine. Of course, at sixteen years of age, he did want to do his own thing and on occasion, he did turn away from his responsibilities in favour of something else like any other teenager would, and like most teenagers his age, he was only interested in a few things. One particular incident drove him to be more careful in his extracurricular activities, especially when they included the older sisters of friends of his little sisters. It retrospect, the teenagers should’ve locked the bedroom door rather than simply closing it, but they’d been home alone at the time and hadn’t expected anyone to come back home for a few hours. If it hadn’t been for the girly shriek and giggles causing both Darren and his girlfriend to scramble for their clothes, things would’ve been fine. As it was, his girlfriend ran out of the house mortified that her younger sister had seen her in bed with a boy, and Darren - while embarrassed –, after he’d managed to tug on some jeans, was left as the unofficial babysitter for two eleven year old girls with motor-mouths. It could’ve been worse as he could’ve been in bed with one of Avery’s friend’s brothers, but it did make Darren more inclined to take his girlfriends out elsewhere.

Unfortunately for the Kubiaks, things turned south two years later. Seamus, while he had sworn off the booze for years, had a new vice. Darren’s old man had racked up a rather large gambling debt, and after the third time that someone was sent around to collect money, Darren, Brenna and their mother confronted the older male about it. Seamus exploded, claiming that they were all against him and that they were no blood of his; however it was Darren that drew first blood, breaking his father’s nose with a well-aimed punch that shocked everyone into silence. Darren turned around and launched into a triad of his own, recalling how his mother had tried to pick up the pieces countless times when Seamus had screwed up over the years, he brought up how Kathleen had been the one to sit up all night when their mother had been too exhausted to do anything and how Brenna had been left to run the house when times had been really hard and. Darren actually expected his old man to lash out and attack him, in fact he went as far as to bait the older male into it, but was surprised when Seamus just grabbed his coat and walked out. Things only got worse from there on in. More and more people came to collect money on behalf of his father, and even though the elder Kubiak’s did their best, there was not much they could do. They had no idea where Seamus had run off to after he’d walked out on them, and while some debt collectors were good enough to drop it and leave them be, there were a handful of nasty ones that thought barging into the Kubiak’s home while they were out and poking about for anything valuable was a good idea, simply because they thought that the family was covering for the older male. As hard as Darren tried to protect Avery and Laura from things like this, he knew that his younger sisters weren’t stupid and knew that something bad was happening. However, Kathleen was the one that came up with a solution. The eldest Kubiak daughter sold her house and moved back in with them, and unlike Darren who resorted to running his mouth off to get the debt collectors to leave for a bit, Kathleen was the ballsy one. The first time she saw someone in their home that shouldn’t have been there and looking for money, she grabbed them by the balls and forcibly dragged them out of the house before throwing down money and telling them to piss off.

Darren was working two part time jobs by the time he was twenty years old so he could help stop people harassing his family. If he wasn’t working, there was just enough time to grab something to eat and a nap, and his sisters had come home time and time again to find his sorry excuse of a hide crashed out on the sofa because he’d been too tired to make the stairs up to his room. One night after his shift at the cinema he was working at, things took a massive U-turn that none of them saw coming ever. Darren had been stuck after his shift, as a nasty storm had caused the busses to clock off early, and after calling Kathy for help since she was the only one that had a working car, Darren listened to one of her typical rants about men in their family being useless. He knew that it wasn’t aimed at him and more directed at Seamus, and after a nudge in the right direction he found out exactly why his sister was pissed off. He found out that while he’d been at work, someone had come to the house threatening to burn the house down unless they gave up Seamus’s location. If that hadn’t been enough for Darren to snap over, he also found out that the guy that had come around asking for money had hit their mother and almost turned on their younger sisters before Kathy had showed up with Brenna.

If they hadn’t been arguing over what to do, and if Kathy had been paying more attention to the road and weather, they probably would’ve made it home in once piece. Unfortunately, neither of them made it there. A bolt of lightning cracked a tree in half, and as Kathy swerved to avoid the collapsing and smouldering piece that came away from the tree, she lost control of the car. Darren only caught flashes of the accident at the time, he knew that it had broken a barricade alongside the road and not only rolled once but twice. Then Kathy was gone. Then there was almighty gut wrenching pain as the vehicle came to a juddering stop, caught in a corpse of trees, and then there was nothing at all as Darren lost consciousness. As it stood, Kathy had been thrown free of the car and came away with a broken leg, it was nothing short of miraculous, Darren on the other hand, had the most serious of injuries. If it hadn’t been for Kathy screaming at the fire brigade as they turned up to help, Darren probably would’ve died in the crushed cab of the car. Death probably would have been the better option. As unbeknown to Darren and everyone else for that matter, when he’d been admitted into hospital, one of the doctors on call that evening took it upon himself to take charge of the Kubiak boy’s care. Remus O’Louglin was a lycanthrope – of the polar bear variety - , and an outstanding doctor to boot, with only three patient fatalities on his record. However, the lycanthrope doctor had a secret; he was using his own blood and infecting the worst case patients that passed through his hands in hopes that its healing power could help them. He didn’t infect Darren immediately as he wanted to attempt a more mundane method to help Darren recover, but after the second week in hospital and with Darren showing no signs of recovering from the internal injuries or the head wound that he’d sustained, Remus took matters into his own hands and bled for the cause.

Three days later, Darren was awake and mostly coherent much to everyone’s surprise, his own included. The following two weeks was an odd time for Darren. He didn’t feel right in himself, and rather than tell anyone, he kept it to himself thinking that it was just exhaustion and his body needing a break from things to recover. It was, as if he was cramped in his own body and as time progressed, Darren felt sicker and sicker with himself, and that’s when his doctor told him that that he was going to be transferred out of there and sent to somewhere that could help him better. “No”. It was in his vocabulary and after attempting to get his feet under him; Darren discharged himself against medical advice and left without looking back, he’d had enough of being poked and prodded and treated like an invalid! The way he saw it was if he could walk and say his own name then things were fine and he’d be ok in a few days. Darren didn’t see Remus’s chipper little smile as the doctor walked away, pocketing blood test results that mentioned that Darren had contracted lycanthropy. Darren got about half way home when he collapsed in horrendous pain that put anything else to shame. However, it wasn’t from his wounds from the crash that caused it. It was the fact that the full moon had risen in the sky, tearing his newly acquired bear out of hiding. Already weak, he didn’t put up much of a fight as the first transformation hit him like a tonne of bricks. He woke up half a day later in the middle of the woods, buck naked with no idea how he got there or where there even was. He wasn’t exactly terrified – he’d had some seriously kinky girlfriends in his time that took a ‘roll in the hay’ a little literal – but he was scared. He felt really good though, stronger even, and it was the only reason that he squished down his fear and took off looking for a house or something where he could borrow a pair of jeans and use a phone. He couldn’t exactly walk buck naked all the way home now could he? After two hours of walking, he stumbled across one of his ex-boyfriends houses on the edge of Kilrush and not embarrassed in the least, he begged for a little help. His ex was more than willing to help and the questions he asked, Darren played it off as a kinky ex that had run off with his clothes while they’d been walking in the woods. It was better than the alternative which was confessing he had no idea what had happened and he couldn’t remember a thing. He didn’t for a moment believe that the other male believed him, but it put a stop to the questions until he got home at least. His ma went nuts when he stomped back into the house, but it was his three sisters that really flew off the handle. Oh it was good to be home once more!

Changes were more noticeable now and he couldn’t deny it. He could hear muttered conversation at the other end of the house, even when he was locked in his room. His other senses were higher as well, and his appetite had taken a turn for the better. Where he couldn’t force himself to finish a plate before his accident, he was asking for seconds like it was nothing. After a few weeks, the girls let things drop and things went back to normal until a new debt collector came to call. It was Darren that answered the door and almost choked on the scent of wet dog that hit him in the face. The other male was just as surprised too and babbled an apology, muttered that he had the wrong house and took off like a bat out of hell. Darren just shrugged it off and went back to doing what he’d been doing, tossing a vague answer when asked who it had been. When it appeared that they were all out of the woods, Kathy and Brenna moved out to start lives of their own – though they remained close enough that they only needed to take a short walk to come back to make sure things at the family house was fine. Darren was more than independent enough that he could’ve moved on as well and he had thought about it for a while prior to the car wreck, but what really synched the deal for him was a visit from an uncle on his father’s side. Apparently Seamus was causing a bit of trouble across in the States and needed help. As much as Darren wanted to tell his uncle to sod off and go bother someone else, but loyalty to his family won out and he was on a plane to Boston within the following days.

He found Seamus in a right mess, holed up in South Boston and it didn’t surprise Darren to know that his old man had been back on the bottle. What did make Darren do a double take was the fact that his father seemed to have found God; it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing but it unnerved Darren enough that rather than turning around and going back home, he actually tried to help the old drunk find his feet again. Until one day he woke up to find his wallet empty and passport gone with Seamus nowhere to be found. With a bad feeling, the werebear phoned home to find out that Seamus had returned and was flashing the cash. Oh he was going to kill the old man when he got his hands on him! Still, he was stuck in Boston until he could organize a way to come home, so he went to his uncle and asked for a job to help him get back on his feet. He managed to wangle a bouncer position in one of the bars and for the most part, just spent his time throwing out trouble makers and making sure that things were running smoothly for folks. It wasn’t until he was cornered coming out of work that the omega bear knew that he’d seriously fucked up because he came face to face with Boston’s Cronus. The male was angry over the fact that an omega hadn’t sought him out for help, and Darren just shrugged it off because by that time he knew exactly what he was. All the meeting did was serve to batter into his head that werebears in groups where really not something he wanted to experience, especially with a king that was a dick.

A couple of months after his twenty first, he met another bear who called himself Keegan, and despite not having been around many werebears before, Darren could appreciate the attention of a fine looking bloke. They struck up a conversation while he was on work, and while there was nothing really going on between them, it was good to have someone to talk to. Darren was still in a bit of a flunk though, he was in a place that was too foreign for him to deal with on top of the fact that he turned into a giant flipping bear once a month, sometimes more if it felt like stretching its legs, and he missed his family to bits. Depression hit him hard and one day, when Keegan dropped by to see him, it was only the other bear talking him out of his funk that got Will up and moving again. What’s more, they began a tentative relationship and he didn’t need to be a brain surgeon to see that Kee was having a bit of trouble with that, it was why Darren never pushed for anything and did his damnedest to make sure he didn’t screw this up for either of them. It was actually the first time since he’d left Ireland and had been trapped in Boston by his father that Darren was truly happy with the way things were going in his life and not just soldiering on without any form of direction. His happiness lasted just a little over a year, before his father came into his life once more and ruined everything.

Seamus said he needed help, and that his legitimate job would go up in flames if he didn’t move some things out of Boston as soon as possible. Darren originally thought that he’d be able to get done with his father in a day and be back before Kee woke up; however his father had other ideas. After Darren agreed to help Seamus on the understanding that the older male would leave and never bother him again, he was told by his father that he was going to be gone for a little while. By that point, he his patience was shot to hell and he left to help his father do what needed to be done. It took Darren five days to work out what his dad was doing, but by then it was too late to tell the thief to take a hike and stuff his ‘job’. If it hadn’t been for the woman that came to reclaim her possessions, Darren probably would have done something violent with the old man; as it was, Seamus became small fry the moment Ms. Nora Devereux walked into the warehouse that the father and son combo had been arguing. The vampire dropped Darren to his knees with a command, and turned on Seamus with the intent to kill the one responsible for putting her to so much trouble. The wiley old fox had another card up his sleeve however, and made like Darren was the one that had stolen from her, that in turn pissed off the vampire even more and gave Seamus the distraction he needed to get the hell out of dodge leaving Darren to a fate worse than death but not before casually mentioning that Avery had drowned. Before Nora could take her pound of flesh, Darren started using the same tricks his father had done, and before the following dawn, he was in the vampire’s lair and in her bed.

It was close to two weeks before he managed to pull himself free of the vampire and Darren had a lot of explaining to do. He’d manipulated a vampire over seven hundred years just so she wouldn’t tear his throat out and drop him in ditch somewhere, and he’d slept with her and bled for her, to boot. That stung, but deep down inside of him, Darren really hurt over what his father had done to him, so he changed things and made a vow that he would never be dragged back into something like that again. A new haircut, a new style, and even a new name weren’t enough though, William Kubiak wanted his man and there was nothing short of the apocalypse that was going to stop him. Within hours, he managed to track down Keegan to a pricey bar but fate was obviously against someone as two bears tried to stop him from entering. William dropped one guard easily enough, but the second one was a little trickier but ultimately went down hard. He’d caused enough of a scene to disturb the Rhea that wanted to get close and personal with Keegan and after tossing his boyfriend – could he even call Keegan his boyfriend after pulling that vanishing act? – a cheeky wink, William turned on the woman and told her to get the hell off his man and take a hike, before promptly dragging the other bear out before the police arrived. The talk that followed was hard to deal with, but William explained that he hadn’t had a chance to leave Keegan a note and that he was deeply sorry for leaving the way he did. He left out the bit about his little sojourn into Nora’s lair and what he’d had to do to come back, and he knew Kee would’ve started poking at him if it hadn’t been for the fact that William mentioned that he was turning over a new leaf and taking a fresh start. Kee accepted that and it was almost as if things were back to normal.

A few years later, things became extremely strained between him and Kee and it seemed like things were through between them. Both of them went their separate ways, Keegan to God knows where, and William back to Ireland to visit the family. Twenty four years old and he was back on the track with no real direction. Of course, he kept up the pretence of happiness around his sisters, and if he even smelt his father, he went the other way before he could do something. The trip home lasted about four months before he went back to Boston to see if he could make a go of it. He had even started planning on relocating elsewhere, but never settled on anything for definite. He just soldiered on to the best of his ability and put more time in effort in learning to control his inner beast. It was a month later that Keegan returned, and suspicious at first, William almost told the other male to take a hike but something stopped him. He allowed Kee back in and their reunion was great, and for the following four years, despite the fact that they had their arguments and small fights – and the occasional break up -, both of them kept coming back to one another. He never went with anyone else in a romantic sense, but William strayed as far as he could from Keegan if only to get his head on straight again. It worked better than saying or doing something that damaged what they had and no one ever complained. Things got real when he heard from Kathleen that Seamus was drinking and still gambling four years later, and he did the only thing that he could at the time. He started sending money back home, to his mother for the younger girls, to Kathleen in case someone came looking for money and no one had any, and he even set up an account for Avery and Laura and put aside some money every now and then because in his mind it made up (mostly) for being a sucky big brother and a son. It was Keegan that managed to swing them a new career choice, at Aaru Transport for Cara DeBesadre. Over the space of the next year, William watched something happen between his boyfriend and his boss, and rather than being upset about it, he just shrugged it off and got on with his own things, never once mentioning the odd vibes he was getting. He craved the reassurance that Keegan gave him though when the other male took him aside. Yes, it stung a little bit and for a while he was jealous, but he worked on his issues in his own time. It wasn’t until a few weeks ago that the three of them – more commonly labelled as ‘Dysfunction’ – relocated to Jackford to start another branch of Aaru Transport and it seems like they’re staying. [/LIST][/SIZE]

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Snowflakes Melt Too Quickly: Part 4

Here you go, anon that wanted me to make them cry! I hope I succeeded!

I’m almost done with Part 5. Thank you all for your support!

The Thaw

Day 16447

You fiddle with the rings Five had given you all those years ago. They’re a bit tarnished now but still beautiful, and you love them. They reflect the light in little constellations on the walls of the ruined building you’re sitting in, resting your feet as Five jumped away for something he’d called quite important.

“Y/N?” Five calls, ducking back into the ruins the two of you are occupying currently. Though you’ve gone back to the Costco you met in for multiple occasions—the most significant one being, obviously, your wedding—but Five’s now got it in his head that there’s got to be someone else out in the apocalypse and he’s dragging you along.

Never mind that it’s been almost forty-five years since the moon exploded and you haven’t seen anyone. The odds of missing people in this wasteland are next to nothing. You don’t want to spoil Five’s hope, though.

His second mission is to jump back to his siblings with you. For some reason he’s converted the problem into a math equation, and his scribbles decorate the standing walls of the ruin. You can’t make hide nor hair of them, but Five seems to find sense in them.

“Y/N, remember that old house with the fantastic wine cellar? Well—”

You sigh. As the years have gone by, Five’s developed a bit of a drinking problem. Maybe it’s his way of coping with his surroundings, like how you try to hide away in books. He’s never acted out in any way while drunk. He’s just… always trying to get drunk. You’ll drink with him sometimes, but you don’t like the way it makes you numb.

You suspect that’s exactly the reason Five likes the alcohol.

“It’s the good Chardeaux!” Five protests, holding up the bottle.

“Won’t you just mess up your equations?” you argue back, raising an eyebrow.

Five waves a hand dismissively. “You can just stop me from doing my math for the time being.”

You snort at that. Nothing and no one could ever stop Five, you don’t think. Putting aside his stubborn personality, he can spacial jump and even without jumping, is much faster than your normal hobble-limp.

Five sits down next to you, dropping a quick kiss on your cheek as he does so, and pops open the bottle of wine. “What are you reading?”

You hold up the book. “1984 by George Orwell.”

Five whistles, slightly impressed. He’d read that before, during a free day that Reginald had to attend an important meeting and Pogo didn’t have the heart to subject the kids to their training. It’s definitely an interesting read. “You’ve finally moved on from young adult fiction novels about magic and the sort?”

You elbow his side. “I stopped reading those years ago, Five. I’m fifty-eight years old.”

“And just as beautiful as the day I met you,” he quips. It’s a terrible line, and you roll your eyes, but still allow him to lean forward and press his lips chastely against yours.

With a gleeful smirk like he’d just pulled something off, Five leans back and lifts the bottle to his mouth for the first time. You look on, momentarily losing interest in 1984. He’s barely taken a swallow before the book falls out of your lap and your eyes widen to approximately the size of dinner plates. A sound like a squeak tries to make its way out of your mouth but gets suffocated in your throat, and Five looks to see what’s gotten you to scared.

The bottle hits the ground, which he would normally lament the loss of as the glass shatters and blissful liquid spills everywhere, but he’s too busy jumping to his rifle and pointing it at this newcomer, a woman with old-fashioned clothes and wavy grey hair. You stoop and grasp a particularly large shard of glass in the off-chance Five will need you to kill or cut this woman, but all that happens is that it opens up a long but shallow cut on your palm. You don’t wince, though; the pain is nothing. Besides, at least you know it’s sharp.

“Hello, Number Five,” the woman says, waving. “I am the Handler. I work for the Temps Commission. We handle time anomalies—”

You shift. Is this woman crazy or something? You’ve never heard of a Temps Commission before. Besides, time travel is impossible unless you’re Five.

“—and employ agents to get rid of potential threats to the timeline,” the woman continues. Five clicks the safety off the gun, which makes her put her hands up, but that mysterious smile is still on her face.

The blood drains out of yours. Five technically isn’t supposed to be in this timeline. Is this woman here to kill him?

The woman laughs. “You misunderstand me. I’m here to recruit you, not kill you.”

Five lowers the rifle with shock and you exchange a confused glance with him.

“Without me, you’re never going to escape the apocalypse,” the woman presses. “So come with me. If you sign on to a five-year contract, we will let you return to the time period of your choosing and live out the rest of your life peacefully. I guarantee it.” The woman holds out her hand, and your mind is whirling. This is entirely too much; after forty-five years of Five being the only other person on the Earth, there’s suddenly someone else on it that wants to recruit Five to—to what? A super-secret band of time travelers? This is crazy.

“What about Y/N?” Five asks slowly.

The woman glances at you for the first time like she’s just realized you’re there, though by the sullen twist of her mouth you can tell she’s known that you were there from the beginning and was just trying to ignore your presence. “Y/N is supposed to be here. You are not.”

“I’m not leaving without Y/N,” Five says stubbornly. It’s probably the first time you’ve ever been grateful for that particular character trait of his.

“I’m afraid that’s not possible,” the woman tries. “You must leave Y/N or you cannot leave at all.”

“Fine,” Five says cockily, setting his gun on the ground like a walking stick and leaning on it. “But you wouldn’t have gone through all the trouble of trying to come find me if you didn’t want me to work for you, hm? You’d have just killed me because I’m not supposed to be in this timeline. So you obviously need me more than I need you. Ergo, Y/N or nothing.” Five cocks an eyebrow at the woman and sends a secret grin in your direction. You can’t help the heat that rushes into your cheeks at the sight.

To your surprise, the woman doesn’t try to argue with him. She just sighs deeply. “I don’t suppose I can change your mind on this?”

“Nope.”

You smile at the ground, twisting the rings around your ring finger. You really were lucky in scoring a guy like this; no one else would put their future on the line like that. No one else would be so stubborn about staying with you they’d potentially trap themselves in a future they’re not supposed to be in—because hadn’t the woman said ‘Without me, you’re never going to escape the apocalypse’?

“What can you do, Y/N?” the Handler asks, turning to you with pursed lips like she’d just eaten a lemon. “Can you even speak?”

You raise one eyebrow. “I can do whatever I’m required to do.”

Five shakes her hand.

Day 17682

You’re Dot’s assistant. It’s quite a boring job, actually, which means you can listen in on other peoples’ conversations without ever messing up.

Most of the time when the Handler and Dot are talking, it’s about you and Five. They’re arrogant enough to believe you aren’t listening, especially when you’re humming. You’ve heard a lot of speculation from them, including that you and Five aren’t threats at all, considering the Commission can just hold one of you over the other’s heads.

You’ve heard that they think you and Five are unhealthily dependent on each other, and you’d thought that might be a little accurate—it had taken the both of you a long time to adjust to not having the other around constantly. Even now whenever Five’s around he’s the only one you want to talk to. You haven’t made a lot of effort with other people.

You’ve heard that Five is fantastic but you’re useless and that they don’t understand why he would settle for you.

You’ve heard that your pace of work is mediocre.

You’ve heard that the only reason you’re here is for Five.

You’ve heard they’re trying to convince Five to take on a longer contract, but he’s assured you he’s not going to.

You’ve heard that they’ve been considering killing your past self so you never meet Five and he has no connections to you or to anyone besides his siblings. That had scared you a little bit, and you’d told Five, but he’d promised you that he’d never forget you, so you’d promised you’d never forget him. He promised you’d never get hurt, not if he could help it.

You’ve heard many, many things, and you’re very good at pretending you don’t hear them. It just makes your temper boil and your desire to get five years—three down so far; only two left, and that isn’t so bad—out of the way.

Now the Handler and Dot are complaining again about your work. You’d messed up twice in the past week, just to make them angry and cement their ideas that you’re mediocre or less, and you walk slowly, milking your burnt feet. It’s better to make people underestimate you than overestimate you. People underestimate you and overestimate Five, so you together pretty much evens it out, or so you’d like to think.

Small snippets of their conversation float to you through the countless metal tubes.

“—slow,” you hear Dot hiss.

“Utterly useless,” the Handler replies back. “If not for Five…”

You hum a little louder and lean on the cart you’re pushing so the wheel squeaks as it rolls. It serves a double purpose; it annoys the other two women and makes them think you’re not listening.

A sudden thought occurs to you: What if they’re talking so arrogantly about me because they want me to hear? What if they’re just playing me?

Something crashes outside the room and you halt. The voices cut off and you hear the Handler and Dot stand up. “What’s going on?” they ask simultaneously.

A hand grasps your arm and you turn around, gasping, but it’s just Five. What? He’s supposed to be off stopping the assassination of President Kennedy!

“Five has abandoned his mission!” you hear someone say loudly outside. “He’s trying to break his contract!”

“Let’s go!” Five murmurs, pulling out the copy of the book that Vanya had written and rifling through the pages hurriedly.

“Where is he now?” the Handler asks.

“We don’t know!”

You hold your breath for a long beat, a long beat where no one is talking and no one is moving save for Five ruffling through his book. Then you hear the clicking of the Handler’s heels and you slump. Not good.

“Y/N!” the Handler calls in a sing-song, knowing voice. You and Five both freeze. She knows.

At the same time Five puts his finger to his lips, you duck down so the Handler can’t see you if she glances over in your direction. “Hurry,” you hiss to Five. Nerves bubble up in your stomach, making you both nervous and happy, but you battle to push them down. You’ll be ecstatic you’re escaping after you’ve actually escaped.

“Y/N, come out!” the Handler calls. You can hear her high heels click on the floor as she draws nearer to where you and Five are crouching. His eyes are screwed shut with concentration, sweat breaking over his forehead, but the blue light is starting to crackle around his fists. “And Five, you come on out, too!”

“Hurry,” you moan, wringing your hands together. Click-click, click-click, click-click, signals the impending doom of the Handler seeing you both and stopping you. Click-click, click-click, click-click, she draws ever closer.

“I’m trying!” Five snaps back to you, but the blue light isn’t forming a portal. The Handler’s too close. Click… click. Click… click.

You close your eyes, furiously thinking. Five is vital to stopping the apocalypse. The bad thing about that is that he wants to stop the apocalypse, too. You know this. Everyone knows this, even the Handler, which is why she’s been watching the two of you so closely.

You, on the other hand, are not vital to stopping the apocalypse. You don’t have a special power. You have anxiety when you think about speaking to someone that’s not Five after so long of just him.. You’re not special. You’re selfish if it’s because of you that Five is caught and punished by the Commission.

You stand up, meeting the Handler’s eyes as Five squawks with dismay behind you. Your blood is pumping, making the burns on your arms and feet tingle.

“Y/N,” the Handler clucks her tongue. “Come, now.”

“I’ve—almost—got it,” Five grunts behind you, but it’s too late.

“I’m sorry,” you mutter. “I love you.”

“Y/N!” he protests. You can picture the panicked expression on his face—the wrinkled forehead, the wide eyes, the gaping mouth. It’ll just hurt more to look at it.

For a long, long second, you and the Handler just stare at each other. There’s no doubt she can see you, and probably Five behind you, but this confrontation isn’t like you. It’s the only thing keeping her from pulling the trigger of the handgun that’s pointed right at you. The Handler narrows her eyes and her lips barely part to ask you what you think you’re doing.

At the same time you hear the electricity crackle that’s the sign of one of his portals opening, you’re jumping away from him right at the Handler. There’s no time for her to pull the trigger. In the split-second before your bodies collide, you see her eyes widen with surprise, and some feral instinct curls your lip with pleasure at finally managing to surprise the old hag.

The two of you hit the ground, struggling for a second. You’re trying to keep the gun away from you and she’s trying to kill you, but she’s seriously underestimated you, which you’ve always known would be the death of her. She underestimates most people except Five and possibly Dot.

“Y/N—” the Handler gasps out but cuts off when you smash your elbow as hard as you can into her throat. One of her hand slaps at your face, but you’re too busy wrestling with her slackening grip on the gun that you hardly notice.

All too soon, there’s utter silence and you’re kneeling over the Handler’s body, your steady hands training the gun right on her face. Both your chests are heaving up and down for air. The commotion in the hallways is muted oddly by the rushing of blood in your ear, and you have no idea if Five’s left or not. For all you’ve dreamed of this moment, it’s hard to pull the trigger.

You clench your jaw and start to squeeze. The Handler’s eyes widen. You’re going to do it, you’re squeezing harder—

Someone loops their arm around your torso and you wince like you’d actually pulled the trigger and squeak with surprise, dropping the gun on the Handler’s stomach. It falls off and slides a foot away from her hand. “No!” you scream. If it’s a Commission agent, you’re going to kill them for stopping you. You slap at the hand around your waist, eyes wide with panic as you watch the Handler prop herself up on one elbow and reach for the gun. They won’t let you twist out of their grip.

“It’s just me,” Five grunts, dragging you back to the portal he’d created. “Come on, Y/N!”

You relax and he stops holding you. Five jumps through the portal barely in front of you, but it looks like he’s struggling to get through. You squeeze the fingers on his hand as tightly as you can. We’re doing it! you think gleefully. We’re really going to stop the apocalypse!

For some reason, you can’t breathe while going through the portal. Your chest aches. Time travel is not fun.

Something sails through it behind you that looks suspiciously like a fire extinguisher.

Your feet hit the ground. A group of people you recognize from your childhood stare at you. Holy shit, you realize, that’s the Umbrella Academy!

“You are so dumb,” Five mutters behind you. His voice is suspiciously high, not unlike how it was when you’d first met him.

You try to turn around to him but somehow you find yourself on the ground, staring up at the vast sky, finding it harder and harder to suck in air. Five drops to his knees beside you and you realize he looks thirteen years old again. His hands flutter over your body, pulling your now-oversized jacket (are you thirteen again too?) away from your chest. When you raise your head, you can see a red flower spreading sluggishly on your shirt from your chest, just barely having missed your heart (you think).

That was the pain you’d noticed when going through the portal. The Handler had shot you. Right through, an in-and-out wound.

Hadn’t Five bragged a few times when you were able to have lunch together that he’d had a ‘clean shot, right in and out’?

“Oh, my God,” you hear someone say—was it you? Was it Five? Was it someone else? You can’t be sure; everything feels so fuzzy now that you’re on the ground and Five’s hovering over you. It’s such a pretty contrast to see his tanned skin and dark hair against the clear blue sky. You were hardly let out of the Commission headquarters while you were working. You haven’t seen the sky in almost a year.

“Hey, Y/N, stay with me,” Five begs, trying to put pressure on the wound, but you cry out and he jerks away, hands covered with your blood. “Somebody get help!” he screams, voice harsh and grating against his throat.

“Five,” you gasp out. You’re choking now, and you’re pretty sure it’s on your own blood.

You’d swam when you were a child, and you’d loved to hold your breath underwater. You never drowned. You’re drowning now, and a single tear drips out of the corner of your eye and down to your ear.

“Shh,” Five whispers, curling his smaller body around yours. He lifts up your head and puts it in his lap. “Shh. We’re getting help. Hold on, Y/N. Hold on.”

Moisture is hitting your cheek. Is it raining?

“Hey, hey, stay with me, Y/N,” Five instructs, stroking your cheek to wipe the moisture away, but it just keeps coming. “It’s going to be okay. Remember? I promised you’d be okay. Remember? We’re going to go to Venice, remember? We’re going to get old together—”

“We’re already old,” you whisper back. You’re not going to blink. You don’t want to miss the beautiful second chance Five’s been given. He can live another life, one that’s not so lonely, once he’s stopped the apocalypse. You’re sorry you won’t be able to do it with him, but you’ve already had one lifetime with him.

“Not anymore,” Five says automatically. He always has to argue, always has to be right.

Your hand clenches around his when another burst of pain shoots through your body. You can’t breathe.

“SOMEBODY HELP ME!” Five bellows over his shoulder.

“I won’t let anything happen to you,” Five had promised, serious green eyes staring into yours as he held your hand, thumb absently drawing circles on the back of yours. You know he won’t let anything happen to you. Five’s the best assassin there is; the Commission needs him, and he’ll be the best there is for as long as you’re trapped in the lion’s den. “And I’ll never forget you, not even if they take you from me.”

“You won’t have any control over that,” you whisper.

“I can just time travel and fix it,” Five promises. “I can fix everything.”

“I’ll never forget you either.” Your voice is small when you reply, and you’re twisting the rings on your fingers around. “I promise.”

“Where do you want to go once the contract is over?”

Five knows exactly where he wants to go. He wants to go back to a week before the apocalypse. That should be enough time to stop it. You don’t stop talking, though.

“I think I’d like to go back to Italy. Venice. Maybe during the Renaissance?” You smile at Five, a little sadly, because you know exactly what the two of you will be doing once the contract is over. He’d never be able to live with himself if he left his siblings and the rest of the world to die. No, you’re just indulging yourself in quiet, peaceful fantasies.

“Maybe we’ll be able to travel to Venice once all this is over,” Five muses, taking great pleasure in the twinkle in your eye and the smile on your face.

“Y/N?”

You stiffen. It’s a voice you haven’t heard in years.

“Y/N?” the voice repeats. “Come on, baby. I know you didn’t follow me last time, but you have to follow me this time.”

A woman kneels down next to Five and for a second she looks undeniably like your mother. Her mouth isn’t saying those words, though. Your head rolls to the side and there’s your real mother, standing there just as plain as day. She’s not burnt, but she must still be dead, since you’re dying. She’s come to take you away. That’s weird. She’s not supposed to be dead yet. Maybe that’s what happens when you mess with time travel.

“Mom?” you breathe, and Five’s eyebrows wrinkle with concern.

“Y/N? Come on! Stay with me! The ambulance is on its way, you just need to wait a little longer—”

“I’m sorry,” you mutter, but it’s too much effort to turn your head to look at him. He seems to read your mind and moves your head for you, hands on your cheeks.

“Shut up,” he snarls, eyes puffy and tears still streaming down his cheeks. So that’s where the rain was coming from. “Shut up. Hold on, okay? Ready? Count with me, okay? Just… stay here.”

“I don’t want to go,” you say, cold panic gripping your chest. “I don’t want to go, Five, I don’t want to—I want to—” You cut off, coughing wetly. Your mouth tastes of copper. Your chest hurts so bad. It’s hard to breathe, but you need to hold on for Five. The thought of moving on without him, doing anything without him, is terrifying. You don’t want to drown. You love to swim, but you also love to breathe.

You can feel your mother picking you up, though you can also feel Five’s hands on your face, slapping gently to keep your eyes from falling shut. “I’m sorry, baby,” your mother whispers. “Don’t worry. It’ll all be okay.”

How can it be okay? you wonder wildly. You’re leaving Five after decades of only having Five. You’re being selfish again.

If she’s picking you up, why does it also feel like she’s holding your head underwater? Your blunt fingernails scrabble against Five’s skin, trying to find purchase to pull yourself up. You’re trying so, so desperately to keep your head afloat, but you’re still coughing and choking.

“Five—Five—” You curl your fingers into the fabric of his shirt, panicking and unable to move. Drowning is the worst way to go out.

“Hey, you promised, remember?” Five asks sharply. “You promised, and you can’t break a promise, Y/N. Remember? Y/N? Hey, Y/N? Oh, my God. Babe, babe, please, just a little longer. Stay with me, please? I need you, all right? Y/N? Please?”

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Imagine: How miscellaneous RWBY characters express how much they love you.

RUBY ROSE: Little Red Riding Hood is flushed in the cheeks, incapable of containing her excitement to the extent you encourage herself to breathe before passing out. "You're just so cool, amazing, really cute, and I just really, really, really love you a whole lot! I can't believe you're dating me and oh my goodness I can't breathe-"

WEISS SCHNEE: Conveyed as the anime archetype 'tsundere', it simply depends on the circumstances. In your company, the heiress holds your gaze tenderly, delicately folding her hands together and speaking honestly. "I love you so much. Thank you for taking the time to know me, and letting me discover who I truly want to be."

BLAKE BELLADONNA: Distance has been asserted considering the past experiences shared with Adam Taurus - the Belladonna's daughter is mortified of what threat infatuation could pose. Yet you've seeped through those cracks; within, a timid, open minded and merciful girl desiring nothing but unity for everyone. She is smiling softly, ears exposed freely as they flick every which way. "I've been afraid for so long - but when you came into my life, I decided I didn't want to run away anymore. Now, I can fully admit I love you, and know you love me for me."

YANG XIAO LONG: "You actually stayed here with me," the bombshell blonde utters, implying abandonment was an emotional obstruction she faced more than desired. Her mechanical arm quivers under the pressure of her anxiety; but as she concludes you are there, you won't leave, she takes a moment to breathe. "I want to be there for you, like you always have been for me. You mean the world to me."

PENNY POLENDINA: Whether Professor Polendina invested in hardwiring the concept of romance or love into the robot's system, she was adapting to the idea. Little by little, she was learning more and more. Sometimes, Penny jumps to the opportunity to wrap her arms around your neck, squeezing the very life out of you. "I love you! I love you! You're the bestest friend I could have ever asked for."

JAUNE ARC: "I know most underestimate me - well, I'm sure pretty much all of Beacon did," Jaune laughs dryly, evidently wandering to the bitter moments of being seen as underwhelming, even by his own family. "But I know there's people who believe in me. Even then, I was so dumb, and ignored them, and once I realized they cared, they were gone. I won't make the same mistake twice. I love you so much, I can't bear to lose you like Pyrrha."

NORA VALKYRIE: Born a rambler, once her lightning strikes, there's no way out of it. "You're always just so adorable, strong, wonderful - mhm, Ren, more pancakes, please! - When you said you wanted to be together-together, I just couldn't pass the chance up!" Through a mouthful of ooey gooey, syrup soaked pancakes, she says, "I love yoooooooooooou!"

PYRRHA NIKOS: Destiny was debatable; was it predetermined, or was it belonging to you as you paved your own pathway along life? It was a definitive question the invincible girl pondered frequently. But the very fact you try your best to bring joy into her life, in spite of potential doubts of your worth? She is absolutely smitten. With a light stroke of your hair, and caressing your cheek, Pyrrha smiles warmly, "You are everything to me."

LIE REN: Ren relies on subtlety to depict his emotions. One could say his motto is "Actions speak louder than words." Indeed they do, considering whenever push comes to shove, his affection manifests itself in simple ways. Particularly holding your hand. You could be clinging to your very life line, hope fading as the world seems to be plummeting into oblivion. However, once the huntsman intertwines his fingers with yours, you realize everything will be okay on the end.

SUN WUKONG: His velvety smooth, cream yellow tail is embracing the branch haphazardly, as he awaits your presence. As soon as you stroll on around, the monkey faunus seizes the opportunity to execute his plan. Dropping down, Sun swoops in, kissing you square on the mouth as you emit a surprised squeak. "Love you, babe!"

NEPTUNE VASILIAS: It was gentle leaning, inspecting your features, admiring how lovely you were. He was a love sick fool - you had the flirty boy enraptured, head over heels, considering himself every term to describe how much he was falling deeper in love with you. Neptune adores you. "Gosh, you're cute," he smooches you on the cheek, How'd I get so lucky?"

COCO ADEL: Her expressions of love are never discreet; Fox, Velvet and Yatsuhashi are subjected to her attempts of showing it often. Before you awaken, the gunslinger equips an appealing color of her lipstick, and inscribes a few words upon the mirror. In the morning, as the time signifies you must rise to the occasion, you venture into the restroom, only to see what Coco had left behind. "I love you" written in lipstick, her signature emblem implying it was her.

VELVET SCARLATINA: Each picture was worth a thousand words - upon every photograph snapped, Velvet could sense the devotion, sweetness, heartfelt moments and even beyond emanating from the scenes captured. Thus, she compiles them to the best of her ability. The shy bunny is internally bouncing off the walls as she hands you the album she created, confessing with rosy cheeks, "Every moment we share reminds me of why I love you so much - so, I thought, why not show you all the moments we have had together?"

OZPIN: Millenniums were spent contemplating pensively, having people lose faith in him, watching everyone else perish as he was forced to wander the Earth. The academy's headmaster has suffered severely. The thought of having you cease to exist while his soul remains is ingrained his mind. But Ozpin concludes worrying for the future isn't going to be helpful. For now, he must cherish what he had. As he sees you sleeping soundly, and leans over, pecking your temple, he truly can say, "I love you to the moon and back."

GLYNDA GOODWITCH: Left to mend the broken pieces of a once content Vale, Glynda has suffered the hardships of immense, overwhelming grief. Ozpin was off to reincarnate wherever his soul wound up, students fled across the kingdom, majority barely seeing the light of day since the fall. But you didn't leave. As you raise Glynda up, explain how grateful you are for her efforts, how Ozpin and all the students are proud of her, she is reminded of why she fell in love with you. "Thank you for staying beside me in this time of hardships - you mean everything to me."

QROW BRANWEN: Alcohol flooding into his brain, the uncle of Ruby and Yang is spouting lyrical nonsense. You sigh in response to your beloved's irrational babbling, having his head rest in your lap. He is the equivalent of a toddler following a few or several alcoholic beverages. "I love you~" Qrow would confess constantly, trying to smother you sloppily in kisses, breath radiating the worst of odors before passing out. After waking up the next day with a hangover, the Branwen groans from the migraine, apologizing for his goofiness. "I don't know how you do it, but thanks for putting up with me."

WINTER SCHNEE: Family was a touchy subject to graze on in terms of a persuasive yet spiteful father neglecting his children unless they were needed to serve a purpose. All the soldier considered to be family, for the most part, was her younger sister, and butler, Klein. However, it's a rare sight to see as she disentangles her luscious white hair from its bun, and she is witnessed smiling so sweetly as she peppers you in brisk kisses. "It isn't often someone comes into my life and makes it more worthwhile - but you have helped me cherish it even more."

JAMES IRONWOOD: His body was composed not of flesh and blood; metal prosthetics filled the spaces of appendages deprived of him. Yet James was as handsome, wholesome, and endearing as he always has been. With the man's chest exposed, ebony bangs slightly out of place as you both had just woken up, you rest on the edge of your bed. He's breathing gingerly, as you stroke your thumb under the surface of his palm. Raising your hand to his lips, he kisses it, expressing, "I love you so dearly."

OSCAR PINE: He wouldn't be the kid he was prior to merging souls with a seemingly immortal man. No longer a farmer hand reduced to playing the role of feeding livestock and raking hay. Now, he was thrusted into the life of a new incarnation of the one meant to defeat an unstoppable force. Through it all, though, Oscar was falling in love. He plucked the loveliest flower he could find, stroking the back of his head nervously as it offered it to you. "I know there's so much going on right now, with there perhaps being a war, people trying to kill us constantly - it's just crazy. But you give me a chance to breathe. And, as silly as it might sound, I really love you for it."

CINDER FALL: Perhaps the wicked woman's upbringing was similar to Cinderella, yet she couldn't seek the happy fairytale ending her inspiration was fortunate enough to have. Or, at least, from what we have seen. To you, Cinder is an enigma, much to be explored as she is in pursuit for power. But you turn the tables as she stops the world to get off with you. Having you close your eyes, Miss Fall indulges you in her, lips touching yours endlessly, and you are on the verge of fainting from being so breathless. "Do not think - succumb to these urges to embrace me, and I shall never let you go. Maybe you and I can find that happy ending we desire, as we rise to the top, and all else fall."

ROMAN TORCHWICK: Smoke drawls from the cigar tucked in between his lips, the con artist grinning as you curled yourself around his waist. Being pummeled by fifteen year old girls weren't exactly confidence boosting, but at the end of the day, to have you be so loyal and endearing has his heart skip a beat. Roman parts the cylinder momentarily, "Dear, have I ever mentioned how much I adore you?"

MERCURY BLACK: One, two, three - the liplocks multiplied as the mechanical marvel covers your body in kisses. He doesn't hesitate to express his dedication, although preserves it for private settings, sprinkling playful banter here and there. The assassin's son swipes away any residue residing on your mouth, smirking, "Babe, you're my one and only - don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

EMERALD SUSTRAI: In your arms, the master of thieves believes she is finally at home, a safe haven where she can not worry about going hungry or being reduced to filth. She isn't manipulated to conduct misdeeds as she is by Cinder; you have compassion for her, saving the time to make her happier and make her feel loved. Really, Emmy never anticipated to receive such affection. But as the thief dissolves into your embrace, she whispers, "God, I love you."

NEOPOLITAN: As far as we are concerned, the killer queen waving around a lethal parasol cannot emit sound from her vocal chords. But verbal obstacles won't stand in the way of this tiny antagonist. Neo props herself up on her tip toes, fluttering her eyelashes innocently. No hidden intent, yet you have your worries. Of course, your expectations are evaded, as she stands on top of your feet, kisses your lips, and signs the typical romantic phrase for you.

SALEM: Externally, Salem appears monstrous, depravity consuming her as revenge drives her motives. Beneath the surface, however, the eternal being exposes gentleness, in which she nurtures you, raises you up, refusing to let you crumble. "I have lived as long as you can imagine. It's scarce, for someone to catch my interest as you have. Ozpin's dominion shall fall apart, so long as all is executed as it should. As I seize control, you will forever remain by my side. That much I can promise you, my love."

ILIA AMITOLA: "I always wanted Blake to look at me the way she did with Adam," the memory causes the chameleon's heart to throb undeniably, "I was hopelessly in love with her." Alternating accordingly to her emotions, Ilia's speckles changes to a pink resembling cherry blossoms. "But now that I've met you, I can forgive myself for my past mistakes. I don't need to blend in - you love me as I am. And I love you just the same."

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hotcocosharing · 5 years

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Double Troubles - the reunion. Part 11

Recap or familiarize with what happened click here

Picking up a little further ahead than where it was left off; the cast of Glory Days 20 years later have come back together for a college reunion; with life experiences, maturity (we hope) and are all hoping, for the least to have a good time. Let the magic unfold.

OC Eriko Sato & Midori Katayani

Voltage Canons Yukihisa Maki, Shunichiro Tachibana, Toshiakia, Shinichi Kagari & Rikiya

Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11

OC Eriko Sato & Midori Katayani

Voltage Canons Yukihisa Maki, Shunichiro Tachibana, Toshiakia, Shinichi Kagari & Rikiya

Toshiaki’s POV

The suggestion of meeting up for coffee seems like less than a fun opportunity to catch up with an old friend and more like having teeth pulled out without anaesthetic at the dentist when it takes more effort than I had at first initially expected for Eriko to agree to come out to a coffee house in the west of town that over the last few years has held its reputation as being my favourite. Seated across from the woman that I haven’t physically seen in years yet manage to catch a glimpse of every now and again via skype or even get a look into her life by reading in between the lines of emails she on the rare occasion sends, I smirk. Eriko’s become the complete opposite of what at first I thought she’d be capable of – strong willed, ambitious and victorious in her own right.

Sipping leisurely on the coffee in front of me, it’s a routine gesture of fixing my posture and adjusting my tie which gives me the opportunity to think of what it is I should be saying - a carefully selected string of words that never actually comes out the way I’d intended.

"The wife’s staying in tonight. It’s Tachibana’s retirement party and… if you were available or free; I’d like it if you’d accompany me. Pretty please.”

Okay, there was the easy part…. the proposal of suggestion; it was now that I knew more than just a smile was going to be needed to get Eriko to agree. “Ipromise, I won’t force you to interact with anyone you don’t want to and if a young flirty creep comes up, I’ll do my best to not have them try and make a move on you. So what do you say? It’ll be fun… the workaholic finally free of all corporate responsibilities.”

Ok… now came the cliche part. Showing off the greatest boyish grin I could muster. Fingers crossed she agrees.

Midori’s POV

“What do you mean you’re not coming?”

“Yuki, for the thousandth time in the last hour he doesn’t want me there. He’s just being nice. I showed you the letter. Shunichiro has made his mind up about his life and my life and how they aren’t ever going to converge, and I don’t want to put myself through what I already know is going to happen. So just drop it – please.”

By this stage – one would think that a friend would give up on trying to convince me to attend an event I wasn’t [nee – certainly] wasn’t sure about, but Yukihisa? No. My long-time friend turned unexpectant brother figure has made himself comfortable rummaging through my wardrobe; pulling out things left right and centre as ‘maybes’ and ‘no’s for what I could possibly wear. Rolling my eyes, I fold my arms across my chest and attempt to reason with him.

“I don’t have anyone to take care of Sakura.” “That’s bullshit, I already called your mother and she said she was free tonight.” “You called my mother?” “Yes – one, because she adores me and two, because I knew if you were free – you wouldn’t be able to say no.”

Biting my tongue as to not say anything I regret, I pull the gift out I’d semi-panicked over trying to select and with both hands, hold it out, clearing my throat with a small cough and smiling as to not come across as a threat. “Here… just take this and give it to Shun.”

“…you’re going to give it to him yourself.”

Fuck you’re a jerk Maki.

“…..and wear this.”

Before I’ve got time to quarrel again, Yukihisa’s already made up some excuse about needing to get going because the party is starting in a few hours and how it would be rude as Shunichiro’s longest standing and most loyal friend to not be there. Rolling my eyes; I glance down at the dress laying on the bed and call out loudly, “Sakura! Mommy has some things to do tonight so grand-ma’s coming over to baby sit. Make sure your room is clean please!”

I can’t believe I’m being almost guilt into this. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Eriko Sato’s POV

Unmasked without foundation or concealer to cover my evidential sacrifices under my eyes, I gaze into the mirror, mainly at the man watching by the door frame whom has the fortune to see the most natural side of me for numerous of time. Setting our memories aside, the morning feast has done its wonder and the secret nearly slips through my grin- I miss him. Not sure if I should or what difference it might make but as of this moment, I miss Shinichi Kagari.

Shinichi Kagari’s POV

At this age, going onto mid 40s, one would think my actions should equal to maturity but the string of jealousy and admiration surge through my veins like I’m a hot headed twenty year old. The satisfying smile and praise from Eriko has sent me to cloud nine until she begins getting ready to be out and happilywickedly announces that she’s off to a date.

"With who? The guy who put a ring on you?” As if this would be the perfect morning-after conversation, I bring it up anyway- you never know with Eriko, this could be the last time I see her. “Does he like to share? Because I don’t."

Tone serious and colder than intended, my eyes are narrowed and fixed on her outfits- she looks nothing like a forty-year-old, confidence and youth seem to be in her favor. Lipgloss, lipstick, what are they called? Color on her cherry lips and a ponytail, it couldn’t be any simpler yet I’m still charmed by her stunning perfection.

"Are you jealous?"

Breath stuck in my throat, I couldn’t deny the obvious or the fact that I have absolutely no clue what this is or where we stand. Is there even a we?

"I miss you, Shinichi. Don’t think I should but I do and that’s that.”

Fuck, this is why I don’t need relationship. Unnecessary and overrated complications, unlike the beauty of mathematics- calculable and transparent.

“Lock up when you leave or stay.”

Her signature smirk leaves me hanging, standing alone in her apartment with train of thoughts murdering every single one of my brain cells- dishes, let’s start with dishes. Maybe a bit of chaos would take my eyes off things- why am I doing her housework?! Fuck she messes me up good!

Eriko Sato’s POV

Excitement turns cold at our irregular yearly ritual of exploring cafes around town the moment Toshiaki flashes his best boyish grin that only happens once in a blue moon and in need of something in return. Like the time he begged me to try on fancy dresses so he’d buy the right size for his wife or go hunting for the perfect anniversary gift with him. God, the things I do for this man!

Seated across the homme fatale who has caused me countless heartbreaks as well as a close friend for two decades, never once judge my immaturity or stubbornness. Despite our lack of meeting in person, our occasional emails exchange and Skype calls somehow pull us closer than I have with most people in my life.

The sun streaming across his face brings me slowly back to awareness, taking a moment to clear the fuzzy, warm feeling of seeing that rare but captivating smile from my brain and recognize there must be a reason for the choice of his words

“Does it mean Midori and ass face will be there?” I sigh helplessly, wondering how rude and offended I must have been twelve hours ago. Why do I even bother getting mad at two people who are no longer my concern? “Fine, when have I ever said no to you? Well… Just … that one time.” The words stumble out of my mouth, heavy with hesitation till my eyes meet his and the smiles re-emerge. No what if with this guy, I might have been reckless in my youth but rejecting Toshiaki Kijima is the one decision I don’t regret. He’s forever mine as I’m his, just in a very different kind of way. “There’s few hours left so you better go shopping with me so I’d choose a decent present. Are we absolutely sure that Tachibana is retiring? A leopard can’t change its spots.”

#voltageocrp #glory days #morning after #Irresistible mistakes #double troubles #asa #im #After School Affairs #role play #eriko sato #Shinichi Kagari #Rikiya Mononobe #shunichiro tachibana #yukihisa maki #toshiaki kijima #Midori Katayani #leave or stay #do you want him or not #yes or no

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nascent-chaos · 6 years

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Hello, sorry to bother you. First I wanted to say I love your story, it’s amazing and I love how you develop the plot, interactions and the reader herself. I wanted to ask a request, I’ve gotten stuck in a My Hero Academia binge and I was wondering what type of quirk would the reader have and how would the skeletons individually think about a world with quirks and the reader having a quirk. Thank you very much and I hope you have a great day :)

AAAAAAAAHHHH I luv this ask so much AND I LUV YOU SO MUCH AND YOU ARE SO AMAZING DEARIE!! ♥ ♥ ♥

Reed’s Quirk :: Petal

A mutant-type Quirk that grants Reed the ability to freely manipulate the blossoms growing across her body, as well as rapidly regrow them when needed.

Physical characteristics of her Quirk include a bushy collar of lush (if not slightly thorny) foliage dotted with ever-blooming flowers that drapes over her shoulders as well as similar foliage sprouting from her wrists. This can often be used to determine her overall health (flourishing blossoms and lively leaves signal good health, whilst wilting ones can suggest poor health or that she’s reaching her limit). She is capable of manipulating the petals of her flowers, firing them like projectiles at speeds that would allow them to cause significant physical harm to those not wearing substantial protection. By utilizing the plants growing upon her she is capable of receiving some sustenance through sunlight - though it’s not enough to fully sustain her by itself.

Sans :: At first he’s more than a bit nervous to find himself in a world where so many humans are walking around with so many different abilities, but he quickly grows accustomed to it nonetheless. Granted, he’s heard more than his fair share of tales about humans who’ve gone and used their Quirks for nefarious purposes, but he supposes you’re bound to get a few bad apples in every bunch.

As for his opinions on Reed? He’s actually very interested in her Quirk, harmless as it appears to be at first glance. When he realizes exactly how much damage she can deal with the aid of those frail-looking petals though? He can’t help but be a bit on edge around her for quite some time after that. Still, he sees the way she moves slightly differently from others, careful that she doesn’t accidentally stick his brother or the others when she’s forgotten to cut back her thorns and always fretting about the dropping leaves wherever she goes when she gets sick. Gradually Sans begins to accept the fact that she really is a harmless human, Quirk or no.

And hey! He’s more than happy to finally put all those plant-based puns he’s been saving to use!

Papyrus :: He thinks its amazing!! Look at all the heroes on TV, each with their own unique super power!! WOWIE!! What an amazing world to live in! Okay, granted, there are those few people with Quirks that don’t follow the rules and even go as far as to hurt other people, but they’re always dealt a heaping serving of justice!! As of late, he’s dreamed of what it would be like to have a Quirk of his own - he’d be so popular! … What? He can already use magic? Well, yes! This is true! But he’ll still idolize each and every person with a Quirk he comes across, and Reed is no exception to this. He thinks its amazing that she can create plant life from seemingly thin-air with such ease!! AND THE GARDEN HAS FLOURISHED SINCE SHE STARTED HELPING WITH IT!! Her Quirk suits her so perfectly!! Plus, the flowers blooming on her smell quite nice too!!!

Red :: It makes him nervous AF - and why not, when you have around 80% of the human population dancing around with fuckin’ superpowers?! He’s got only 1 HP and he still hasn’t learned when to keep his mouth shut and his temper under control, a fact that continues to land him in more bar fights than he cares to admit to. The only downside is that, in his AU, he could just knock the asshole’s lights out and call it a day, but that’s no longer the case here. Now he needs to worry about somebody suddenly spitting fire or acid at him, or zapping him out of existence or whatever other crazy shit a Quirk could let a person do. Damnit, was he dragged into the wrong alternate universe…

The first time he learns of Reed’s Quirk, he teases her for it - of course the shy little girly would have flower powers! His tune quickly changes when he finds out just how much of a punch her petal pack, and afterward he’s left with a newfound respect for the young woman. The first month or so takes a lot of getting used to as he’s still not completely accustomed to being around someone with a Quirk, but he seems to be one of the first ones to adjust to it, regardless.

Edge :: If he thought his own AU was bad, what with the high populations, then this one is a downright nightmare! Humans with abilities that could rival magic?! Absurd! Okay, admittedly he is highly interested in how exactly Quirks manifest themselves and there certainly is an endless variety to be seen, but his admiration for them doesn’t extend beyond that manner of curiosity. He sees those with Quirks as a threat, plain and simple.

So when Reed moves in with them? Well, he’s far from happy about it. Granted, her Quirk in particular hardly seems very intimidating at first glance and as time passes he starts to ease up around her a bit and will gradually begin to lower his walls. It’s clear to see she hardly thinks of her Quirk as an oddity the way he does - to her it’s another part of herself, as natural as breathing. In time, he comes to see it in the same light.

Stretch :: Stretch doesn’t exactly share his brother’s cheerful sentiments about those with Quirks. Okay, sure, the idea of so many people having what effectively amounts to superpowers sounds cool enough on paper, but in reality? Magic he can understand, but a Quirk isn’t magic and certainly doesn’t follow the same rules that magic does - and that comes off as a lot more threatening to him. He’s understandably a bit uncomfortable around people with Quirks, though he hides it masterfully. Hell, on occasion he may even ask a question or two if a Quirk really catches his attention, but for the most part he tries to keep a certain distance between himself and those individuals with such unique abilities.

As such, he’s a bit surprised when he first meets Reed. Initially, he’s a bit guarded around her, but it doesn’t take long for him to look past her Quirk and see her for who she really is. She makes it clear to him early on that she’s not one of those malevolent superhumans he sees on tv all the time and, in time, he even begins to find her Quirk somewhat fascinating.

Blue :: Surrounded as he is now by a world in which humans have Quirks, Blue’s excitement knows no bounds!! THIS IS THE MOST MAGNIFICENT THING EVER!! He gets overly excited each time he sees someone with a Quirk and isn’t above bounding over to the individual and launching into a thousand and one questions. What’s their Quirk? What does it do? How does it work? Do they like it? Do they use it in everyday life? It isn’t until Stretch all but drags Blue away that his endless slew of inquiries finally comes to an end.

So when he first meets Reed, you can bet he’s over the moon to hear a REAL LIVE HUMAN IS MOVING IN WITH THEM! AND!! THEY EVEN HAVE A QUIRK!!! He adores her Quirk and thinks it fits her to a T - she seems like such a gentle and sweet human!! Of course she would have a Quirk as pretty and as strong as she is!! The only thing that seems to knock his enthusiasm down a notch is watching her accidentally scratch herself with her own thorns once. He never realized just how careful she is when interacting with the others until after that.

Hickory :: When he first learns just what kind of AU he’s been dragged into, the Mutt isn’t exactly pleased. His world was shitty enough without humans running around with veritable superpowers. As untrusting of most folks as he already is he certainly isn’t really comfortable being around someone with a Quirk, although he hides his unease gloriously behind an indifferent attitude. Sure, there are going to be assholes who’ll abuse their abilities in this world, but he knows there’ll be just as many people who won’t tolerate that kind of bullshit either.

It’s more or less like his own universe, only the madness isn’t fueled by magic.He regards Reed with a fairly nonplussed attitude. Okay, so sometimes it’s a bit difficult to ignore her Quirk when she has a veritable bush growing out of her skin and she tends to leave a trail of dead leaves after her whenever she’s a bit under the weather, but for the most part he regards it all as being a bit more on the mild side of things. His initially neutral behavior around her begins to ease as time passes and he learns more about who she is as a person. You can bet he’ll never pass up the opportunity to crack a bad joke or a pun about her or her Quirk, though.

Black :: Black’s fascination with this new Quirk-filled AU is rivaled only by that of Blue’s. Unlike his counterpart, however, Black makes sure to keep his curiosity reigned in and isn’t as likely to go leaping off and launching himself into an hour’s worth of questions at the first person he sees with an extra limb or peculiar trait. Nope.

He’ll just storm up to the individual and demand to know what they’re able to do, then proceed to judge them on how useful or pathetic he deems their Quirk to be. On more than one occasion Hickory has had to step in to help remove his brother before he’s caused too big of a scene.

As such, when he first meets Reed he’s hardly impressed whatsoever by her Quirk. It seems utterly useless, in his opinion. What’s the point in even having a quirk if it’s you can hardly attack or defend with it? What good would her pathetic petals do if he’d tried to skewer her with a bone?! He regards her as a fairly pitiful weakling for the most part, though as time goes on he’ll take it upon himself to keep an eye out for her. After all, someone has to keep her out of trouble! It’s not like she’d be able to manage herself if something happened!

Dust :: He’s by far the biggest fan of this AU. One human without magic was enough of a problem for him, but now he’s in a universe where a vast majority of the population is walking around with what essentially amounts to super-powers?! N O. T H A N K. Y O U. It’s no surprise to see him get pissed off whenever he hears about another news clip about someone losing their shit and - ooh look, it was a person with a Quirk that just leveled half a block. Surprise surprise.

So when he meets Reed, you can bet he holds almost no trust in the girl. Who cares if the most he needs to worry about from her are a couple stupid petals flying his way? He knows better than to let his guard down around someone who appears harmless. Indeed, it takes him quite a long time before he’s willing to accept the fact that Reed has absolutely no intention of ever hurting anyone, and would never resort to using her own Quirk to harm another person unless the situation was indeed dire.

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korean-brave-police-blog · 6 years

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★ FILL IN THE QUESTIONS AS IF YOU ARE BEING INTERVIEWED FOR AN ARTICLE AND YOU WERE YOUR MUSE.

Repost. Don’t Reblog.

Tagged by: @sniperbrave

Tagging: @bf-102x (or any of ur muse blogs)

1. WHAT IS YOUR NAME? “Soulflight.”

2. WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME? “KBP-001, Soulflight.”

3. DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU’RE CALLED THAT? “Well I’m the first of the KBP series, hence KBP-001. Since there wasn’t enough time to create a prototype, I was created in one go. Not too shabby huh? That’s our developers for you. Now the first part of my name was inspired by the capitol of South Korea which is Seoul. The second part came from the fact I can transform into a jet.

4. ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN? “Single.. not really easy finding someone when you’re the only giant mecha in an isolated country in the middle of a war.”

5. WHAT ARE YOUR POWERS AND ABILITIES? “I’m able to transform into a car and jet to suit certain situations. I’m also equipped with a non-lethal stun gun and taser, along with various types of firepower, although I won’t list that here.”

6. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR EYES? “Cyan.”

7. HAVE YOU EVER REPAINTED YOUR PLATING? “I.. actually never thought about that. Though whether I want to or not wouldn’t matter since that’s up to the developers.”

8. DO YOU HAVE ANY FAMILY MEMBERS? “I do not.”

9. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? “No, I doubt I would be a suitable owner even if I could adopt one.”

10. TELL ME ABOUT SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE. “I remember one time I was allowed inside the city but.. I got stuck in traffic and it was rather embarrassing to work through. Since I can transform into multiple vehicles, my car mode is larger than the standard economy class. Long story short, I had to take up two streets since I wasn’t made to go into the cities.”

11. DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES OR ACTIVITIES YOU DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME? “Well, when I’m not undergoing maintenance or out on the field, I’m allowed to remain online for rest of the day to interact with others around the military base. Off the record, I sneak out to go visit Geun-young after turning the tracking implemented off.”

12. HAVE YOU EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE? “I did not have a choice when I harmed a civilian.”

13. HAVE YOU EVER… KILLED ANYONE? “Yes..”

14. WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU? “I’m not an animal, but I do have wing motifs in my design, take that as you will.”

15. NAME YOUR WORST HABITS. “I don’t always follow the directions assigned to me when on a mission, but it’s usually to save or help someone in need of assistance.”

16. DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE? “Oh! I haven’t thought about this either.. I would say my friend Geun-young is an amazing friend to look up to.”

17. GAY, STRAIGHT, OR BISEXUAL? “Straight.. Off the record, I’m bisexual.”

18. DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL? “No but Moon tells me about her days at school.”

19. DO YOU EVER WANT TO MARRY AND HAVE KIDS SOMEDAY? “I’m surprised someone would ask me this. I wouldn’t be opposed to both ideas if I wasn’t a giant mecha officer. Unfortunately that isn’t my case and I wouldn’t be able to take care of a family, let alone a romantic partner.”

20. DO YOU HAVE ANY FANS? “I do have quite the fanbase! Most are quite supportive and friendly but there is this one club that’s proving to be annoying, but they don’t deserve to be called out.”

21. WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF? “Losing and- oh nevermind. Being alone.”

22. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR? “On special occasions, I can adorn a holo-cape depicting my nation’s flag! If you’re referring to my human holo-form, a staple outfit is my uniform for when I’m on duty.”

23. DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE? “I love my people and the country I strive to protect. Although off the record, I do treasure Geun-young.”

24. WHAT CLASS ARE YOU? “I’m a Class G mecha of the KBP series.”

25. HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE? “I have Geun-young as my best friend and I’m acquainted with people she’s friends with. Outside of that ring, I am on good terms with the developers and other staff members that work in this department and other branches.

26. WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PIE? “I’m not capable of eating pie but it sounds like something I would eat if I could!”

27. FAVORITE DRINK? “I can’t drink either..”

29. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE? “I like seeing the places that Moon has taken pictures of! I can’t say I’ve seen enough of the world to have a favorite place yet.”

30. ARE YOU INTERESTED IN SOMEONE? “Hah! Maybe one day. There’s always tomorrow.”

31. WHAT’S YOUR DICK SIZE? “Flattering that you think I have one. Sorry to disappoint but I’m not built for intercourse.”

32. WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN? “I’m not suited to go underwater, ironic considering I was built to fight against the deep sea threat but the developers didn’t have enough time to prepare me for everything.”

33. WHAT’S YOUR ‘TYPE’? “I haven’t thought about this either, but it’s probably for the best that I don’t answer this.”

34. ANY FETISHES? “There are people who would love to know this.”

35. TOP OR BOTTOM? DOMINANT OR SUBMISSIVE? “It’s not that I don’t have an answer to these questions but I’m not going to encourage.. these ideas about me. I’ve met some odd characters on the street.”

36. CAMPING, OR INDOORS? “Either sounds good to me, but if I have to choose.. probably indoors.”

37. ARE YOU WAITING FOR THIS INTERVIEW TO BE OVER? “No please, go on and ask me more questions about my non-existent personal life as a giant military-grade mecha.”

#gosh this was fun to fill out!#thanks for tagging me :)#sniperbrave #kbp-001 #soulflight #goobi #ask meme #headcanons

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yahyaaa · 7 years

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saw a lil questionnaire thing and thought it might be fun...

0.Which Fallout game are they from?

Fallout 3

Which faction(s) did they join and which did they destroy? Why?

He sided with..the brotherhood… destroyed the Enclave cause they.. are Jerks.

What is their S.P.E.C.I.A.L.?

S-4

P-6

E-9

C-10

I-7

A-6

L-5 (Not entirely figured out)

Give us a summary of their backstory.

Grew up in vault 101, not very liked and bullied by them Tunnel Snakes. Even though his G.O.A.T did not direct him to be the new Vault doctor, (I haven't actually decided what his goat told him), his father forced him to learn medicine anyhow and it took up a lot of his free time.

What’s their full name and does it have a meaning? Do they have any nicknames and how did they get em?

Have not actually thought of a last name. Yahya does not really have a meaning that reflects his own character. Nicknames (besides nosebleed) he does not have very much, his names pretty short and simple as is. Maybe some people call him just kid if they cannot get it right.

What’s their sexual, romantic, and gender orientation? Do they feel comfortable telling other people?

He's gay. In the vault, he only ever told Amata and Jonas, though he is not sure who else may have known. Late in life, he has come to accept himself a lot more and is much more open about it.

Do they have any mental illnesses? How do they cope?

Not really any mental illness.

Do they have any medical conditions? Is medicine/ treatment available for them?

Not really, no. He's the doctors son, so he has the resources if he so needed them.

How much do they care about their outer appearance? What’s their “beauty routine”? How often do they shower/ bathe?

Very much! Whenever he gets back to Megaton he immediately goes to take a bath. (He loves himself a bath..) He tries his best to find any sort of lotions and things of the sort, likes his hair and skin soft.

What do they fear the most?

Ending up all alone.

They’re biggest flaw? Do they recognize it as a flaw?

Hmm. He still has a pretty bad temper. He can be ignorant even when he is trying to do good and end up doing poorly. He recognizes both of these things and tries to improve himself.

What are they most insecure about?

Baby face Perhaps his own reliance on other people, and how weak he is by himself.

What Wasteland threat do they fear the most? (ex. Deathclaws, super mutants, raiders)

Hmm it's basic but deathclaws are obv terrifying.. Centaurs also make him uneasy.

What’s their zodiac sign or which one do you think they relate to the most? What are their placements (if you know them)? (ex. Aries sun, Taurus moon, Aquarius Venus)

Cancer.. (July 13)

What’s their Myers–Briggs Type? (ex. ENTP, ISFJ)

ENFP

What Harry Potter house would they be in? (ex. Gryffindor, Ravenclaw)

I don't know very much about this :(

Which Pokemon Go team would they choose? (ex. Instinct, Valor, Mystic)

I don't know very much about this either :(

Out of the nine forms of intelligence (rhythmic, spatial, linguistic, mathematical, kinesthetic, interpersonal, intrapersonal, naturalistic, and existential) which one(s) are they really good at and which one(s) is(are) their weakest?

Hmm intrapersonal I think.

What natural alignment are they? (ex. Lawful Good, Chaotic Evil)

Chaotic good

Do they have any hobbies? What are they?

He likes to read a lot.

Do they have a favorite holiday? How do they celebrate it?

I think he'd like Christmas. He would wanna put up decorations: mistletoe [;)], maybe a something resembling a tree depending on what he could get his hands on. I'm sure he spends a lot of time on gifts and making sure they're very nice.

What’s their favorite season?

Uuuh autumn maybe? He is not all too picky.

Do they have a temper or are they level headed?

Though not as much when he's older, he has a pretty bad temper and gets riled up easy.

Do they express their emotions freely or hide their true feelings?

He tries hard to put on a happy face and won't talk much about his more deep feelings, unless he is very close to them. Overall he is unafraid to say what he thinks on a more casual level (if someone is being irritating, etc)

Are they a leader or a follower?

More of a leader.

How do they come off to others? What first impression do they usually make?

He is very nice and charismatic, or at least tries to be. He can come off as an asshole, though usually if he is provoked by another asshole. Otherwise, he is friendly and well liked!

Do they prefer to travel alone or with company? Who have they traveled with if any? Current companion if any?

He loves company! He loves Charon! He also travels with Fawkes!

Would you describe them as selfless or selfish? Does it depend on the situation?

He does attempt to be more selfless and has a genuine care for other people, but in some ways his own subconscious selfishness gets in the way. He is working on trying to be better.

What do they find most attractive in others? Name at least one psychological and physical trait. (doesn’t have to be romantic attraction)

He loves himself a BIG GUY. Tall, strong, etc. In terms of psychological, someone who's nice to him and independent, in charge. Bonus points if they shower him with attention.

Do they flirt often? How easily do they fall in love?

He flirts A LOT, and crushes pretty easily on anyone who is nice to him. Love is different and slower, but he is easy to love and loves strongly.

What’s their love life like? Are they interested in anyone or in a relationship?

He sleeps around, but would prefer an actual relationship. He's interested in Charon, but that's a longer and slower road. He still sleeps with other men, his sex drive is horrific...

Do they prefer to solve things diplomatically or using violence?

If he can talk his way out of a situation, that would be ideal. He is unafraid to bring violence to those he deems deserving, but if he can will stick to speech.

What is their combat style? What range do they prefer? Do they sneak?

He's pretty messy and doesn’t mind it. His aim is not super great so he tries to get decently close. He's not very good at sneaking, in fact he's pretty clumsy in general.

What weapon(s) do they always carry with them?

Combat shotgun is good. Some type of energy weapon.

Their most prized possession?

I cannot think of anything he might hold so dearly? He loved his BB gun but gave it to Sticky when he escorted him.

Their thoughts on power armor?

Too hot and clunky :(

Favorite armor/ outfit?

Combat armor!

How’s their aim? Do their hands shake while pointing a gun?

His aim is not very good. It gets the job done but he needs to be in a pretty close range. In the beginning, yea his hands shook like all hell but he's more capable now.

What are their thoughts on having to kill on a daily bases in order to survive? Does it take a toll on them? Or do they shake it off rather easily?

Originally made him sick to his stomach, tries desperately not to hurt anyone or anything. Now, he is more comfortable with it and accepted it as a necessity to survive.

Thoughts on death if any? (ex. Fear it, accept it)

I think he is pretty scared of death, he isn’t ready to die.

Do they move around a lot or prefer to have a place to call home?

He loves to have a place to call home. It's something to look forward to going back when he's out, and a great source of comfort.

What’s their favorite location?

Can I say home again.. Uuh out in the wastes, he does like visiting other vaults. He loves going to big town and is on good terms with everyone there.

Their opinions on ghouls, feral and not feral?

I'm not saying he has a ghoul FETISH but...he certainly doesn't mind. Ferals are yucky, but no more yucky than any other wasteland menace.

Do they scavenge for their supplies or simply buy them?

He often loots dead bodies for whatever he can find, but certain things he does prefer to buy.

Are they the type to get distracted and go off to an unknown nearby location or do they stay on track?

Fjghdgf oh big building ?? cool lets go there…

How do they sleep? Are they picky about where and how or can they sleep basically anywhere?

He can pretty easily fall asleep. He's a heavy sleeper, moves like crazy and in very strange ways, and makes very guttural and peculiar noises.

What’s their favorite radio station and song? (post-apocalypse)

Galaxy News Radio obv.. Uhh he likes lets go sunning. Overall, he is a real sucker for romance songs though.

What’s their favorite post-apocalyptic food? Are they a picky eater? Do they know how to cook?

Noodles! He isn't all too picky and can't cook very well.

What’s their favorite beverage? Do they drink alcohol?

He likes nuka cola and wine. He only ever gets drunk during celebrations or occasions.

Do they have any tag skills?

Speech, Medicine

Anything they like to collect? (ex. Unique weapons, Bobbleheads)

He always keeps the vault suit whenever he happens upon them in their respective vault.

Are they good at disarming traps or do they constantly miss them?

He quiets them..with his body……

#yahya #it WAS fun

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