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mirza-majoris · 19 days

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Chapter 5 : O Flower of Scotland !

When they arrived to Dingwall, Desmond hopped from the train and looked around, yawning a bit. This train trip had been rather long considering how far they now were from London and from England. They had taken a small train to go to Victoria Station before taking another very long one to go to Edinburgh, and he had been taking some time to sleep since his night had been pretty rough until now. It was also during that time that his father and Raymond had been discussing the idea of renting a house together and find a job to ease their expenditures. Desmond vaguely remembered something about Ray's mother and how he had explained the whole story to them.

His mother owned a small cottage near Cullicudden, a quarter of hour long trip in car was necessary to go there from Dingwall but it was always closer than anything considering trains couldn't go where there was no railroads. Also, there was another reason Ray wanted to stop to Dingwall. His mother was being employed as a domestic by a very rich family living in Dingwall and her cottage was not inhabited most of the time, that was why she had asked his son to come back to Scotland someday, to help her with the house since she was living in the same mansion as her masters. "The cottage is away from any big city, very few neighbours and good air indeed", that was how Raymond had described it and, somehow, after a good hour of thinking about it, Leon was rather opened to such an idea. And he knew that life could be expansive when you were raising a little boy as a father, and alone. Just thinking about Rachel and how she would've wanted her boys safe and sound, living a normal life, had been enough to convince him to give it a try.

Once in Edinburgh, they had to take another train to Iverness, but before doing so they stopped to buy some coats considering the weather was being less clement than in London, and Leon and Desmond hadn't brought one since they had to leave in a hurry. It wasn't winter yet, so they had some time to buy everything they needed. Only Raymond seemed unbothered by the very wet air coming from his homeland, and in fact he was almost happy to come back home. Desmond had been very interested in the landscape and even though it wasn't his first time traveling somewhere –his parents once travelled to Nazca, in Peru, when he and Theodore were younger– he was a bit nervous since this time they had some evil guys trying to look for them in order to take them away to a very bad place. Scotland was very much different from what he thought it would be, and hearing everyone's accent was enough to trouble him a bit at first. But he had been more than excited when they saw the Loch Ness when changing train again in Iverness. He even had the time to see the castle a bit and eat an ice cream !

Finally, after a whole travelling day, they were finally done and getting out of the station. The evening was near and they had not eaten much, merely two sadnwiches and an ice cream for the boy. But with a smile Raymond told them not to worry, that his mother would be more than happy to take them to diner tonight.

–Still, Leon had said, I don't want to impose my presence and Desmond's to her... and if she's kind enough to allow us to stay in her cottage, I might at least be the one offering her a diner.

–Oh, trust me, sassenach, try to offer to pay and ye'll be facin' a beast ! She'll never accept it. Trust me, A've tried twice. And she scolded me in the middle of the restaurant as if A was still a toddler !

Desmond chuckled a bit and was already picturing a little woman scolding that biker as if he was but a child. Leon smiled when he saw him being a bit more joyful than usual. This was enough to make his heart lighter for a few moment. Ray let them for a short moment, going to take back his motorbike which had traveled with them, in a wagon dedicated to these heavy things. Leon rolled his eyes when he saw that Scottish lad being almost in live this his engine.

–Come on, it's just a vehicle ! It's not some kind of wonder.

Raymond gasped and exaggerated his reaction just to make the boy smile again, boy who was really intrigued by such a mechanical prowess.

–It's not "just a vehicle" sassenach ! It's a Norton Model 40 International 350cc 1 cylinder from 1938 ! A've restored it ! T'was me dad's.

–How does it work ?

Desmond had sparkles in his eyes and he was hopping around the vehicle trying to figure out how it was possible for such a thing to be driven by someone on the road. Leon sighed, not knowing how to react to Desmond's enthusiasm since he didn't like mechanical stuff much. He was a more... traditional man regarding technology and mechanics. And he was barely capable to use a television so he wasn't an expert regarding the topic.

–Well, maybe he can explain it to you once we've seen his mother. How do we do that ? We wait for the end of her service or what ?

Raymond took a peek at his watch and thought about it for a minute.

–OK, well... I'll take her at her job, it's almost October's holidays for her, they always give her Samhain.

–Sowhat ?

The Scottish man sighed again and rolled his eyes, pulling his motorbike to follow as they were walking together.

-It's pronounced "Soween", and it's... well, 31st of October. The All Hallows eve, if ye prefer. Go on, have some nice walk time or go to the park, A'll join ye here with me mom. Sounds good ? There's also a few shops. To get yerself a Scots dictionary. Because ye'll need it.

He chuckled and winked to Desmond, promising him a nice ride later, and he made the motor roar before flying away to a very big mansion, away from the city center, and the more he was getting closer and the more his smile was fading. What he hadn't said Leon about all this was that he wasn't exactly in good touch with his mother and he wanted to go there forst to try to talk to her. Last time he had seen her, it was another glorious argument they had, about family mostly, and he has had very harsh words to her, before leaving like a thief, without even saying goodbye. By now he has had enough time to think about it and he regretted a good portion of what he said six years ago. That large amount of time was also the reason he hasn't told Leon about his relationship with his mother. Because at this point he didn't even know if she was willing to talk to him anymore.

He had written him letters 2 years ago, if you can call that writing a letter considering he's done nothing but traces a few line on the paper, for Christmas, All Hallows Eve, New Year's Eve, Easter, her birthday, etc. Just a few lines, and she had never responded to any of them for the simple reason he's been avoiding to leave any address to reply. His life wasn't the most glorious one and by now he was really regretting it, trying to make up for things he's been too stubborn to apologise for.

Without him realising it, his motorbike had almost ridden itself alone, bringing him right to main gates of the big mansion where his mom was working. He sighed and entered the property, leaving his engine near the portal gates, and proceeded to go up the alley to reach for the doors and knock on them, disdainful enough not to ring the bell. He wasn't used to ring bells anyway, he preferred the simple knocking, bells were some fancy way to summon someone and he didn't like it.

A young woman came soon after, looking at him with red cheeks and a shy smile across her face.

–Good evening sir... Who may I announce ?

–Hi, huh... well, A'm not here to see Lord McGregor, A'm lookin' fer me mother, Maighread, is she workin' or does she have... ye know, a few minutes ?

The young lady though seemed a bit troubled by his accent, for sure she was probably not used to Scots and Scottish accent either since the master of this old creaky mansion was trying to speak as "normally" as possible.

–I deeply apologise but... May-who ?

–Maighread, me mom. Ye know her surely, a li''le woman, heavy brown hair, she's the one in charge of the whole domestics here A think.

This time the lady figured it out and her eyes seemed to lighten up.

–Oh, I see ! You're looking for Mà Bannag ! Everyone calls her like that, she always bakes the most wonderful pies !

Ray sighed, a bit nostalgic, and thought that this nickname was truly fitting his mother. He nodded and offered the maid his most charming smile.

–Would ye be kind enough to allow me to see her ? The day's almost done, and A need to talk to her...

Being put in front of such a charming man, the woman blushed again and chuckled like an adorable chick before allowing him to enter and asking him to wait in the hall while she was going to bring Maighread in.

Ray looked around, not that impressed by such a decorum displayed through this hall. Big wooden interior, sculptures, old architecture, dark wooden stairs and ceilings, some tapestries which colours were slowly being less and less shiny considering they were older than everyone in this mansion, some carpets, everything making this house wealthy was only the furniture while the house itself was creaking each time there was a windy day. The man had lived there, with his mother and father, in the domestic aisle, most of his life, before leaving when he was a teen. He knew this corridors like no one else and he also remembered some nice little pranks he did to his parents when he was hidden in the library secret passage. A bit cliche but always worked. The thought was enough to bring a smile on his face but it quickly vanished when he heard the voice of an old man coming from up the stairs.

–It's been a while since last time you came here...

Raymond barely looked up, he wasn't much impressed by the old lord and his grey hair, grey moustache, grey tuxedo and severe figure. In fact, all that was filling his eyes right now was animosity.

–A'm not here to talk to ye. A'm here for me mà.

The old lord seemed to feel some heavy pressure on his shoulder and he looked away. Even his voice seemed less full of assurance.

–She should be here soon, I saw Maggie, the maid who introduced you in, rushed to the domestic aisle... ... you know, if I can do something, I-

But Raymond shook hisbhead and interrupted him right away.

–A want nothin' comin' from ye. And don't ye dare bring Maighread into this. Ye've done enough already, don't ye think ?

The old man sighed but replied nothing. Instead, he only nodded and went away, coming back to his room, just a moment before a shaky voice came to Ray's ears. He turned with a small smile hanging on his lips and waited anxiously for the little woman to come closer, uncertain how to react.

In front of his, his mother was looking at him, her hazel eyes wide opened. Her dark wair was tied into a severe bun but her cheeks and wrinkles at the corner of her eyes were indicating a very joyful woman. She was a bit skinnier than last time Ray had seen her and she had aged indeed. Her hands were shaking because of how unreal the moment seemed to be to her and her uniform, her apron indeed, was covered in flour. The man sighed and messed with his own hair, embarrassed and not knowing what to say. Suddenly his mind had gone blank.

–Hey.... huh... well... hi mà...

The old woman didn't let him say anything else and rushed to hug him tight, happy like she had rarely been. Since she was littler, he had to lean a bit but he didn't complain and hugged her back.

–Mo mac ! Balach beag, A've been so worried, me boy !

If anyone wondered where that young man got his accent from, then the answer was his mother, because she was the one always using this soft voice and little words to speak with her son. Even Ray's father had less of an accent than her !

–Ye are insufferable, young man ! Do ye know how very few informations ye put in yer letters ? A didn't even know if ye were doin' fine or not !

–A'm fine, mà... A just... well... A just had... rough days back then... A'm sorry...

A mother would always be a mother and this one knew her som very well. She backed away a bit, softly put her hands on both his cheeks and look him in the eyes with a worried frowned wrinkling her forehead.

–Yer eyes tell a lot, mo mac... Ye'll explain to me later ?

Raymond sighed and looked away. Maighread sighed too and kissed his forehead before smiling.

–I know ye're not here without a reason... do ye mind helping me grab me things ? Then ye'll tell me all about it, sounds fair ?

For how much Raymond wanted to be serious and for how much guilty he was feeling for the past few years, he cracked a smile and followed his mother. This little reunion had been going rather well but the main topic wasn't even brought on the table yet, they would need a long conversation, preferably with a cherry or a good whiskey.

–Yeah... let's go... Care fer a ride on me motorbike ?

–A thought ye'd never ask !

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#azran legacy #professor layton #desmond sycamore #leon bronev #pl azran legacy #pl raymond #fanfic #if desmond had two dads taking care of him #lets give these idiots some nice cosy love and support !

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evilspiritsgoneloose · 2 years

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Deal with the Devil Pt.1

(Evil!Reader)

Requested by @sano-lost-connection <3

______ !Warning! Blood, Wounds. Swear words grammatical Errors (please just oversee them, if there are there)

Characters Mentioned Tommyinnit, Dream, Philza,

Summary Tommy escapes his exile and chooses to hide in the cabin from the most feared person on the server, Y/N

Word count 2900 ______ Masterlist | Part 2

Far away from the lively lands was a small dark forest with an empty huge pillager mansion. All the big mushrooms that made the forest magical and friendly were gone. At the darkest spot in the forest was a little cottage. The Cottage was nicely put and looked quite cozy. The total opposite of the creature that lived inside of it. It was snappy and very hotheaded. Many feared them. They didn’t want to get on the wrong terms with them and get their attitude thrown at themselves. As much as they were feared, they were also one of the oldest and wisest persons in this world. Everyone knew Y/N would give very good advice, though with a price. Mostly it’s just an infrequent Item or their deepest and darkest secret. Philza told... some even lost eyes, limbs, or their freedom.

Tommy would never ask them for any advice, even when it was the only way out of something. He was happy in New L’manberg. His friend was the president and he could do almost everything and get away with it. But time changed everything. Dream was upset and demanded Tubbo to exile his best friend.

Tommy felt miserable and got heavily manipulated by Dream. Sooner or later Tommy realized what he was doing and was able to escape. He first wanted to search for shelter at Technoblade’s house, but thinking twice he realized Dream would search there at first. Tommy hesitated at first but then began walking to a certain dark forest.

Y/N picked up bones from burned skeletons as they saw Tommy striding around the trees looking for something. You straightened your back and called him over “Hey, Searching for something” The boy immediately looked over and walked faster. “Let me guess you are searching for advice”

“Oh no no no. Just let me stay here for a few days. No need for one of your dangerous bits of advice” Tommy stated.

Y/N began to smile sarcastically “So you are asking for a room, maybe with breakfast in the morning and dinner at noon? Even you should know that it is a high demand for someone so young. You’re not family nor a friend of mine”

Tommy thought about the words and spat out “Basically yes”

Y/N rolled their eyes and turned around “good luck surviving” they opened the door to the cottage and looked back to Tommy “I give you an hour after it’s gotten dark” The door got thrown into its frame and now Tommy was alone outside. He looked up and saw the sun setting. Did Y/N mean the monsters? Did they spawn more frequently around their house? He looked around too and for a second he thought to see a little lime green spot. Was he being followed by Dream? How was that possible? No, he was just imagining things. Tommy could hear Dream's voice calling out his name. Is he hallucinating? It can’t be… He walked one step further and something behind him made a sound and chose to ignore it. In the next second, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. he looked at it and saw the tip of a sword. “And you thought you could escape me”

It was Dream. He was actually here. Dream pulled out his sword again and Tommy turns around with pain written all over his face “Leave me alone Dream” Little did the both of them know that Y/N looked at them through a little window. Waiting for a specific moment.

“I will never leave you alone Tommy and you know it” “I’m so sick of you harassing me. You’ll rot in hell when I’m free again”

Tommy slowly walks away from Dream and for a second he considered to pay whatever Y/N throws at him. The Green man pulled out his crossbow which was already loaded with an arrow. “Come back with me Tommy. I’m your only friend. You have nowhere to go” Tommy got a little furious “That’s now true. Friends don’t hurt one another and you were never one, to begin with,” He quickly turns around and ran to your door, ready to bang on it. He wasn’t able to land his first knock as the door opened. At the same time Dream pointed the crossbow at Tommy and shot. Y/N quickly pulled the blonde child inside and closed the door again. seconds later the arrow was stuck in the door. Y/N pushed Tommy back further into the cabin and walked to the door again. They took in a deep breath before walking outside. Tommy wanted to hold them back but was too weak for it.

Now Dream and Y/N looked each other in the eyes. “I suggest you leave, Dream” They had a stern look on their face and was completely serious. Dream sighed angrily and left the scene. Y/N walked back into their cabin and could only see Tommy fainting and falling to the ground. They calmly went over to him and picked him up with ease. Y/N then pressed a specific button on their floor and some pistons moved around a lot of blocks. After 5 seconds a hidden stairway was revealed. With Tommy on them, they walked down and entered a hallway out of crimson wood and soul-fire lanterns. Wither skulls were also dangling off the ceiling with some chains and the glass floor was warm due to the lava underneath them. Y/N had one guest room down here and carried Tommy to it. It was almost looking the same as the hallway, it only difference was a chimney inside. Y/N placed him on the bed and left to get a med kit.

Tommy woke up an hour later after Y/N stitched his shoulder back together. He was alone in the room. The chimney was on and he could see blue fire instead of the usual red one. He looked around. everything reminded him of the Nether. Just then Y/N came back and as they saw that Tommy was awake they smiled. Y/N had brought over food for him. “Are you feeling better now?” The blonde one looked over to his stabbed shoulder and could only see a few stitching stings. The wound was already healed quite well. “I’m sorry for the lack of vegetables I have to offer. The only things I have are apples and potatoes” Y/N showed Tommy the plate of food. It was apple slices with baked potatoes. It was basic but way better than what he was back in exile. He began to eat it. It had a bad fade aftertaste but after all, it is very delicious. He blamed the aftertaste on the lack of sun the food had gotten when growing. After all, Y/N lives in the darkest part of the forest. “Thank you very much Y/N. Dream nearly killed me out there” Y/N laughed and turned back to the door. “I guess. I made up my mind after Dream pointed his weapon at an innocent and fragile child” They look back into Tommy's eyes “You can hide here as long as you want, but I suggest you do not come near any windows. The green man will come back for sure” Tommy was speechless. He had never thought Y/N would do this for him. “Oh, what’s with the payment?” They smiled “No problem, Well talk about it later. Take some rest and regain your health back” And so they closed the door.

Tommy ate up and when he finished he immediately went back to sleep. Besides this obscure interior, he felt safe. Y/N first went upstairs and as a few minutes passed They went back to check on Tommy. They again smiled at his sleeping position and went away again, but not before locking the door to his room. They chained the key to a necklace and put it around their neck. Instead of going up again, they walked further down the hallway to another door made out of iron. Y/N opened the door with some keycard and vanished behind the iron doors. The door slammed shut for the next couple of hours.

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A loud banging woke Tommy up. The banging was aggressive and very loud like it was coming from his door. He stood up and looked at the doorknob for a second, but then he opened the door with force, and what he saw shocked him. There was nothing. He looked around the hallway. He could spot three more doors. Two were the same as his door and the third one was made out of iron. But Tommy wasn't very interested in it for now. One of the normal doors was elevated by a few stairs. This must be the way up to the cabin. And this way he went. He was very careful when walking up the stairs. The person banging so loud must be very mad at Y/N. He tried to peak a little bit to see who it was. Tommy only could see a little lime green until he got called out. “Tommy, I know you’re there. Stop hiding from me” It was Dream’s voice. “Dream you know he’s with me” Y/N was also there. They must have opened the door. Tommy then decides to show himself and sat down on some barrels. “I’m not going anywhere Dream, I haven’t even paid Y/N” Dream began to laugh very loud and disgusting “Pay Y/N? With what you don’t have anything. I destroyed everything” Tommy swallowed his anger down and said nothing. “Dream” Y/N spoke “You know how my business works” The smiling masked looks at them “Then let’s make a deal. What do you want for giving me that child” They sighed “First ‘this child’ has a name... And second, the price is very high”

“I pay everything for him”

“Give back what belongs rightfully to me” Dream didn’t respond to Y/N’s answer. Tommy was confused. What did Dream steal from them?

Dream looked very thrown back by their answer and just seconds later he stormed out of the cabin, but not without slamming the door shut. Y/N had their arms crossed. They turn around to look at Tommy, but they were smiling. “I should have told you to stay underground for a few days. Now Dream knows you’re hiding here” They sighed. “Anyway, you had a good sleep? hungry?” Tommy thought for a second. He sure was hungry even after he ate before going to sleep. “sure I could have some” Tommy answered and Y/N immediately gave him a plate. Again apple slices with a baked potato. “Again the same?”

Y/N chuckled “Don’t be such a picky eater. I told you I don’t have much” Tommy accepted it and ate it all anyway. He hadn’t much of a choice. “Now go back down Tommy. You’re safe down there” With the plate in hand, going down the stairs and munching on the potato, Tommy looked back to Y/N “What are you going to do this day”

“Exploring and you better stay down there when I’m gone. I don’t want Dream to get you” Tommy sighed “But it’s getting boring down there” he complaint with a whiny voice. “I give you some books to read if you like. Anything more?”

“Oh, can you give me a book and a quill?” “Sure I can” They pushed Tommy inside his room and quickly went to another room. As they came back Tommy had a double chest full of books and also writing utensils. “Good, now stay in your room okay? I’ll be back before the sun goes down” Tommy still nibbled on a potato and just nodded while sitting on the floor with an empty book in hand. Y/N smiled at him and left the cabin very quickly.

Hours and hours flew by and boredom took over. Tommy couldn't hold it anymore and walked to the hallway. He was very tempted to go outside but then he remembered the iron door. He looked at it and walked up to it. He looked around to see if he could open the door. But there weren't any hints. Just then he heard the cabin door opening and closing again. Was Y/N back again? but the steps sounded different. The next second he heard the mechanism that opened the hidden staircase to the basement he is in. Tommy panicked a bit and hid inside the room he didn’t check out yet. Turns out it was just Y/N’s bedroom. It looked like his room, but the bed was strange. It wasn’t used at all. Did they never sleep?

The sound of an Iron door opening woke Tommy out of his thoughts. He opened the door quietly and saw a person going into the room. As they were a little more in the room Tommy quickly hushed over to the iron door and entered before the door closed again. Behind it was another halfway, but this one was dark, very dark. He walked a bit further and saw an enormous amount of stairs going down. The blonde one collected all his braveness and slowly walked down the stairs. It took him many minutes to get down. And what he saw shocked him to his very core. In front of him was a very big room. You couldn’t even see the ceiling. In the middle was a very tall and broad Nether portal. From it came netherrack which elevated it also a little bit. In front of it stood a person. It looked very much like Y/N but he wasn’t sure. Only now Tommy saw that in the walls were massive glass tanks. All of them held onto another nether monster. he also spotted piglings and brutes calmly walking around the room. Tommy began to panic he didn’t wear any gold. And so was the person in front of the portal. Are they friendly to humans? The boy walked further into the room.

“You better stop now Tommy” Ther mysterious person said. His guess was right. It was Y/N. Their head turned a little bit to him. “didn’t I tell you to stay inside your room” Their voice was deep and chilling him to the bones. Were they mad? Tommy didn’t want to make them mad at him. So he straight out asked, “Are you mad at me?” They lowered their head and turned to Tommy fully. The dark light made it very hard to see but the purple light from the portal gave enough light to show their inexpressive face.

“I’m not mad. I’m disappointed in you”

“I’m sorr-” “I shielded you from Dream, gave you food and all without expecting you to pay for it. And what do I get… You not following my simple orders” “I’m sorr-” “No, you’re not. You just do whatever you want without thinking about others and the consequences” Tommy knew they were right. He felt bad for his actions. He felt bad for Y/N.

it was silent for a while before Y/N spoke again “Come here” They demanded.

Tommy walked closer to them. As he was close enough Y/N grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards them with his hand in front of them. They grabbed a knife and wounded Tommy’s hand without a warning. It began to bleed immediately. “What the fuck” The child said “What are you doing?”

Y/N held his hand over a steaming hot cauldron. He could see his blood dripping inside the mixture they had in it. After a few drops, they got out a bandage and wrapped it around the wounded hand. They still held onto him on his wrist. Tommy tried to get out of the grip but the more he moves the tighter it got. “What are you doing?” Tommy asked again. but he still wasn’t getting an answer. The longer it took the more panic got into his brain.

After Y/N stirred a bit longer they filled some in a bottle and gave it wordlessly to the blonde child. He looked at it now knowing what to do

“Drink it” Y/N demanded. Tommy shook his head. Never is he going to drink this on his own. A sigh escaped Y/N’s mouth. They got rid of Tommy's wrist but then yanked his head back and grabbed his jaw to force his mouth open. They pour every drop of the liquid into it. As it was empty they let go. Tommy choked on it and fell back a little bit. The potion tasted terrible like it was rotten and very metallic. “What does this thing do?” He asked Y/N filled with panic. They just smiled down at them. Tommy fell onto his butt. He got weaker and weaker with each second that passed until he passed out.

Y/N watched him passing out. By kicking him in the side a little bit they tested if he was knocked out fully. They picked up Tommy and walked over to an empty glass tank and laid the child inside of it before closing and locking it. Y/N sighed. They didn’t want to do it but Tommy gave them no other chance.

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sapphire-heart-tippy · 1 year

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So I've been thinking about something!!

Hol Horse and Tippy actually knew each other before Tippy started working at Dio's mansion. If you're one of my mutuals that have seen me selfship with Hol Horse pre transition, here's what happened in the Sapphire Heartverse:

Hol Horse, The Pillarmen, Ghiaccio, and Giorno were all of the random few in the world selected to have their personal lives scrambled. No particular reason aside from the evil universe destroying stand user testing out their abilities.

Hol Horse was young again, shrugged it off, but realized that a lot of the stuff he learned to do with his stand is slipping his mind. Now he has to relearn a lot of techniques all over again.

The Pillarmen aside from Wamuu, are all dazed and confused. Kars is kind of delusional and thinks he's a famous model/actor. Esidisi tries to be supportive of his family, he can hardly remember what they are supposed to do in the first place. Wamuu remembers almost everything, but decides to keep quiet. Santana is... Well... Uh... He's trying his best 😭

Ghiaccio and most of La Squadra came back to life, said "fuck it" and they sell food and clothes as a day job while running crimes at night.

Giorno is slightly upset because he lost his requiem powers. But he's still going strong.

ANYWAY

Hol Horse made a few online friends, Tippy being one of them. He knew Tippy pre transition... He would call Tippy, "Li'l filly" all the time. When Tippy made the big announcement that he's transgender and will now go with he/him pronouns and other masculine terms, Hol Horse was accepting the best as he could. Every now and then Hol Horse would slip up, so he started calling him "Li'l fella."

I might put that in the story where Hol and Tip are surprised to see each other in real life again. Hol Horse goes,"You're looking wonderful as ever, li'l fill- er li'l fella!"

Most people, Dio included, already know Tippy is trans. Vanilla is kind of oblivious though. One day they're all in Dio's pool or something, Vanilla gets worried and sees scars on Tippy's chest. Ice doesn't want to draw attention to it and he doesn't want anyone to say anything. He's giving dirty looks to the others who he thinks might say anything, which confuses everyone. They think he's just in another one of his moods.

That night, Vanilla really wants to ask what those scars are from because they look too identical. He's a little worried that Tippy might get upset, so they both chat a little in Vanilla's bedroom like usual. Ice finally asks, with a little hesitation. Tippy smiles and answers. Vanilla has a few other questions, some that make him blush a little. Tippy answers all of his questions politely. Ice feels relieved that those are scars that Tippy actually wanted rather than him getting hurt.

Vanilla still very much sees Tippy as a man, albeit a small one, but a man nonetheless. He is not bothered by it at all, more relieved and happy for Tippy to become who he's meant to be. This doesn't change anything other than Vanilla being more informed about something he was curious about.

So pretty much, Hol Horse slips and may accidentally call Tippy "Li'l filly" but saves himself with "Li'l fella"

Vanilla is very protective of Tippy and also very accepting and happy for him.

#sapphire heartverse #really sorry I'm not replying to anything right now- i do have plans to and i want to answer those asks 😭💙#tippy rambles #i seriously can't shut up x_x #a little busy with some stuff but i will get back to everyone 💪💜💙💜💙

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thatnamelessbutler · 3 years

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ooc: (NEVER TALK TO ME AT 3 AM??) (I GOT POSSESSED??) (THE ANCIENT SPIRITS ROSE??!?!?!1?!?1?!)

((ooc: YES YOU CAN SAY THAT BECAUSE IT DID))

#Relyn Records #(MALEVOLENT SPIRIT OF AN EVIL PIG CAPITALIST WITH A PENCHANT FOR MURDER??????)#okay listen i know billiam is nice to butler and hubert here #but that is ABSOLUTELY WHAT HE IS #them and everyone in the mansion are one big happy evil family

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absolutepokemontrash · 3 years

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The Brothers and Side Characters Play the Sims

I don’t know what possessed me to make this but WHATEVER. I’ve been playing the Sims since I was a wee little girl, and I’ve seen my fair share of weird Sims stuff that I feel would fit these bozos perfectly.

My Sims have a Functional Family Life Because I Don’t (Lucifer)

God dammit Levi’s obsessed with another game... ugh.

Spends 5 minutes in Create-a-Sim and hops into a starter home.

Lucifer’s the type to start with all the average stuff and then build their stuff up as his sim gets promotions.

It’s just... so peaceful...

...he’s adopting a dog.

Look at his new little virtual family... his sim-kids are self sufficient and getting A’s in school, his Sim spouse MC or Diavolo take your pick loves his Sim-self, his sim-dog-

WAIT NO- THE DOG’S AN ELDER?!

AAAAAAAAAAAAA-

...

He’s fine. It was just a virtual dog. *sniffle*

He’s now spending his free time drinking Demonus and playing the Sims.

What’s a mod? Levi why does your sim have gun?

Behold, My Gorgeous Home... It’s a Box (Mammon)

Mammon, like the rest of the HOL, is mooching off of Levi’s Origin account.

“AW SHIT! This house looks awesome! I’m gonna build it for Sim-me to live in!”

Mammon proceeds to build a box with rooms. Yay...

He just picks the funnest sounding job if he picks any job at all for his Sim. That’s how he ended up making 9 dollars an hour in the criminal career.

Didn’t stop Mammon from buying that solid gold bathroom set from Get Famous... a box with solid gold bathrooms.

His Sim is broke send help-

“Leviiiiiii my sim needs money... the people my sim kidnapped and is forcing to paint aren’t making enough money...” “Ugh... press control shift C and type ‘motherlode’.”

...Levi made a mistake.

“FUCK YEAH! MOTHERLODE!”

His sim’s life is so chaotic, he has a piranha pool that his sim has almost died in twice, the sim is carrying on several torrid love affairs, his sim got struck by lightning, his sim has nearly died in a grilled cheese making accident twice... in the same day.

At least once Sim-Mammon and Sim-MC get married things calm down a little.

Mammon finds out what custom content is and proceeds to download EVERYTHING HE CAN FIND.

And now he’s asking Levi why his computer is running so slow.

Expansion Pack King (Leviathan)

He got into it back when the Sims 2 was new, he’s a veteran fan.

“Bro remember when Agnes Crumplebottom would show up and whack the shit out of your sims if they were flirting?”

“Remember when that witch would show up randomly on the lot you were on if you had Makin’ Magic?”

“Remember when Bella Goth was abducted by aliens and we just... didn’t question it?”

He whines about the Sims4 and how crappy it is but still buys every expansion pack, game pack, and stuff pack.

This boy watches like 40 hours of built tutorials and ends up sobbing over his weird roofs.

“WHY DOESN’T IT LOOK AS NICE AS THE ONE I’M LOOKING AT?! THIS ISN’T FAIR!”

The mod folder is so full istg-

Levi gets custom content for the sole purpose of making his favourite fictional characters.

This is why Henry and the Lord of Shadows are married and Ruri-chan and Sim-Levi are roommates.

Oh my god they were roommates-

Levi also added his brothers to the world and uh... Sim-Mammon died in a tragic pool accident F.

Levi then proceeded to befriend the Grim Reaper.

He’s anxiously awaiting the release of Paralives.

Wait Gameplay? In This Build Simulator? (Satan)

Satan’s here to build and leave. Gameplay who?

Our favourite bundle of rage is a master architect and the amount of followers on the Gallery he has shows it.

He takes up those build shell challenges and always ends up making them look positively perfect.

Asmo’s always using his houses, and Satan often takes requests when he gets bored.

No Mammon, he reserves the right to refuse to build a golden castle for you- YOUR SIM HAS 40 SIMOLEONS-

No mods, no CC, he’s building with what EA gave him.

...and EA gave him debug objects, and he’s not going to explain how to get them.

The one time he did actually play with a family... it was one sim and seven cats.

He tries to play without cheats... and ends up getting frustrated and turns on cheats.

All hail the Pets Expansion Pack.

Custom Content Soap Opera (Asmodeus)

Asmo spends 5 hours in Create a Sim then just... clicks out of the game.

That’s how it goes most of the time, buuuuuut when he gets super invested in a family he’s made, boy howdy is he INVESTED.

Sim A is carrying on an affair with Sim C who’s in love with Sim B who’s married to Sim A but Sim D wants to kill Sim A and C even though they’re the illegitimate child of Sim C-

When Asmo realizes that in the Sims 4 he needs to manufacture all the drama himself and he can’t just sit back with a glass of wine and watch the fireworks, he switches to the Sims 2 and 3.

“...why is this old lady beating up my Sim..?”

He immediately recoils in horror upon seeing how ugly the Sims are pre Sims4.

HE NEEDS TO FIX THIS-

Ah, there we go, perfect. Custom Content to the rescue!

He ends up remaking the entire world just so he doesn’t have to look at weird looking Sims.

Asmo is the only one to have finished a proper Legacy Challenge, but it gets crazy chaotic after gen 3.

“My sim just got abducted by aliens and now he’s pregnant- WHAT?!”

He has about 40 saves and only two he actually plays.

Just a Big Ol’ Happy Family (Beelzebub)

Beel found the game, proceeded to make everyone in create-a-sim to the best of his abilities, and made everyone get along.

That’s why Sim-Lucifer and Sim-Belphie are on a swing set together, they’re friends :D

“Hey Luke do you think you can make this?” “I-is that a cake shaped like a hamburger?” “Yes. Please make.”

He took one look at the cooking options and decided to max out his Sim’s cooking skill to unlock all the options.

Beel proceeded to drool all over his keyboard. Gross...

Boy howdy did he have some crazy dinner suggestions!

Overall, very wholesome Sim-life, except for the time Sim-Levi died because the toilet caught fire, don’t worry, Sim-Beel knows how to make ambrosia.

All is good in the Sim save...

...until Sim-Beel ate pufferfish nigiri and fuckin died-

Wait Did I Not Pause- (Belphie)

Huh, this game looks fine... I’ll play for a little- *SNORE*

Belphie makes some sims, plops them into a starter home, plays for an hour, then falls asleep.

He wakes up five hours later to absolute carnage.

Three sims have died because someone decided to make Mac and Cheese and the oven caught fire, the kids were taken away by social services, and the dog ran away.

“...heheh, holy shit everyone look.”

He doesn’t play often, but when he does, death occurs. He has found out every death method for every game from Sims 2 to 4.

And that INCLUDES the Sims Medieval! You guys remember that game?

Sometimes it’s not intentional, but Belphie got bored with the totally normal life his sims were living and decided to spice it up.

“Why are the ghosts breaking my showers..?”

Help There’s a Bug- (Diavolo)

The Crown Prince started playing when he noticed Lucifer was playing it.

He was immediately obsessed.

Dia mostly plays the Sims Medieval because he likes the feeling of achievement after completing a quest!

“Barbatos... why isn’t my Sim completing their task? The icon won’t show up.” “My lord it appears the game is bugged.” “:(“

No one thought to tell Diavolo that EA doesn’t plan on offering bug support to a game made in like... 2009

This doesn’t matter! Look at how great his kingdom is doing- oh no his hero has the plague-

He plays through the Pirates and Nobles expansion and manages to get the peaceful ending, he’s so proud of himself.

“MC! Look! My Monarch’s sword is permanently on fire and I’m fighting an evil wizard!”

When he does play the other Sims games he’s pretty basic, though, he does a great job at furnishing!

Dia gets crazy sad when his Sims die... he turns off aging.

Builder no. 2 (Barbatos)

Barbie doesn’t have time for this... but when he does, he builds.

No create a sim.

No playing the game as intended.

Just builds.

It’s relaxing, okay? A nice little suburban house he’s never going to play in, maybe a treehouse, maybe a big Hollywood Mansion...

The only time he actually plays the game outside of build mode is when someone needs his help to fix something in-game.

He does download custom content build items if he feels bored by the current selection.

Oh Crap What Am I Doing?! (Simeon)

Help him. Please.

He’s so confused.

“Luke, why is my sim upset?” “He’s hungry, Simeon.” “Oh, how do I fix that?” “...Simeon-”

There’s a toilet in the middle of the living room.

The fridge is facing the wall.

There’s no bathtub or shower.

The house is on fire- there is no god- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

Okay, once he gets the hang of it he’s sitting pretty. His sims have good jobs, the kids are getting good grades, everything’s fine.

...

But Simeon won’t forget the nightmares.

What Even is This Save? (Solomon)

Solomon’s save is the definition of chaos.

One sim’s a vampire, the other is a spellcaster that really wants to fight the Callientes for some reason, there’s one normal sim that’s always sick for some reason,

It gets weird, confusing, and horrible.

Just how Solomon likes it.

His house makes no sense, like, what even is architecture?

Money cheats are needed because Solomon‘a goal of chaos and confusion is proving to be kind of expensive.

Square up Mortimer Goth, Solomon’s sims are here to steal your weird knight statue that’s worth a shit ton of simoleons for NO REASON.

He joined the scientist career for the sole purpose of getting to the alien planet and kidnapping adding an alien to the household via cheats.

The vampire ended up dying on their wedding day because Solomon forgot that he gave them the sun weakness.

Oh well, the ghost got added to the household! VAMPIRE GHOST!

The Child (Luke)

Before you say Luke’s too young to play the Sims, you should know that I was nine when I first started playing, and I turned out fiiiiiiiiiine.

He’s just happy to be playing.

Look, his sims are gardening :D

Look, two of them are getting married :D

Look, they had a baby :D

Look, his sims are building a rocket ship :D

Look, his sims’s rocket just crashed-

The concept of death hit the little angel right in the face that day.

“*sniffle*... my sims...”

Don’t worry, with tears in his eyes, Luke quit without saving and everything was fine!

Speaking of My Sims, Luke played MySims Sky Heroes and that was when Luke had his first bout of gamer rage.

MC came over to hang out with Solomon and Simeon, and in the distance they could just hear:

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY TIME WASN’T FAST ENOUGH TO CONTINUE THE STORY!? I’LL SHOW YOU FAST ENOUGH TIME!”

Okay, maybe Simeon should take the game away... just for a bit... he should take heed not to be bitten by the incredibly angry chihuahua.

Bonus:

MC: Why are our Sims married?

*Insert Boy Here*: Uh... that’s weird... I have no clue why they’re doing that...

#Obey me #obey me headcanons #Obey me!#obey me! shall we date?#obey me! headcanons #obey me shall we date #Obey me Lucifer #Obey me Mammon #obey me leviathan #Obey me Satan #Obey me Asmodeus #Obey me Beelzebub #Obey me Belphegor #Obey me Diavolo #Obey me MC #obey me barbatos #Obey me Simeon #Obey me Luke #Obey me Solomon

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dracowars · 4 years

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the right thing | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x slytherin!reader

word count: 3,0k

summary: where y/n does the only right thing, much to the dismay of everyone else

a/n: i had this idea in mind for so long and finally managed to bring it to life, enjoy <3

warnings: angst, mentions of death, mentions of childbirth, torture, mentions of blood

universe: harry potter

"Darling, are you listening to me?", your father's voice tears you out of your dreamy, peaceful thoughts and you silently direct your gaze from the nature outside, which is quickly passing by, to him. As an answer you nod, even though you were definitely not listening a bit.

"Very good! I am so incredibly proud of my grown up daughter", he smiles at you and takes off the glasses he used to read out what is written on the parchment in his hand to you when you were not listening.

You do not answer or show a reaction, causing your father to clear his throat nervously before looking down while you switch your own gaze back out of the moving carriage.

As much as you would like to believe what he is saying, you can't. This man has ruined your entire life and is now only trying to make up for it with his stupid niceness and courtesy. Just like he always has, knowing that you will never forgive him for what he did.

The sudden waggling of the carriage makes you assume that you have arrived and at that very moment you recognize the large creaking gate that leads into a wide avenue to a huge mansion. The Malfoy Manor.

Your pureblood family has been very influential for generations, just like the Malfoys, so it not really surprising that you and Draco immediately befriended each other in your first year at Hogwarts. A friendship that soon became more than that.

What you did not expect, however, is that you would get engaged to each other just as quickly.

Your parents wasted no time after learning about your relationship. After all, it would mean the continuation of the purity of your families as well as the union of two of the most influential families in the whole wizarding world. And it was clear for both of you that you were lucky to have met, because otherwise you would probably have married someone you would not have loved with your whole heart.

And yet, you are not happy.

The creaking of the carriage door opening by magic, makes you flinch before you follow your father out and are now standing in front of the huge building you have already visited several times. One of the house elves leads you to the large front door and another leads you through the halls of Malfoy Manor, past the numerous locked doors and through sparsely furnished corridors.

As soon as you arrive in the long, dark dining room, your breath gets stuck in your throat when you look over your father's shoulder, only to see many faces that you would not have expected to see here. Especially not the face of a specific someone since you originally assumed that you would only gather here to discuss more wedding preparations.

"Oh, how nice! The Y/L/N family has finally made it", the Dark Lord grins devilishly, locking his cold eyes with you, and your father bows respectfully before you two sit down at the wooden table, directly across from Draco and his parents. He throws you an unsettling glance and your pulse rises immediately.

"Very well. Now that we are complete, let us begin", Voldemort speaks up treacherously while strutting around the end of the table, his wand openly displayed in his pale, bony hands.

If there is one wizard in this entire universe that you can't stand, it is definitely him, even though you are a Death Eater and thus belong to his close entourage.

But you never had a choice.

Your mother died during childbirth, but your father had already foreseen it and did not want it to come true. In order to prevent this, he ran to Voldemort and his people to beg for help. He so gladly granted him his wish, but only on the condition that his only daughter and heir to the wealthy Y/L/N family will become a Death Eater at the age of sixteen. And so it happened.

Of course he was not able to rescue your mother from death, but you are not sure whether you would be sitting here at this table right now without his help or if you would not have survived the birth either. Whatever it is, you do not know what you would have preferred.

All in all, you harbor an abysmally hatred for this man as well as for your own father, who simply sold his daughter to the evil in person. For nothing but an empty promise.

In your eyes this man is not and never will be your father. To you, he is nothing more than a ridiculous, old and bitter coward.

You hear Voldemort keep talking in the background, but his words do not go inside of your head and you just emotionlessly stare at Draco on the other side, who switches his intimidated gaze between you and the other end of the table. Only when you follow his gaze do you understand why he has this kind of an expression plastered all over his face.

At the other end, across from the position where Voldemort is currently making his hate speech against Harry Potter, a terrible looking woman hangs upside down from the ceiling, softly whimpering. Floating in the air by a spell, she moves around a bit and if it were not for her making quiet noises, you would have thought she was dead.

But when her empty gaze meets yours, an ice-cold shiver runs down your spine. It is Mrs. Burbage, your Muggle Studies teacher. You almost did not recognize her because of her distorted appearance. Her pale, lifeless face, however, seems to be staring at you, almost piercing through you, making you feel like it is your fault that she is hanging there.

You quickly turn away from her and look down at the empty table, which suddenly seems much more interesting than anything else in the room while you try not to let the deep, ingrained shock show. Taking in a deep breath, you only lift your head up again when a silver snake's head is thrown on the table, frightening you for a second.

Apparently Voldemort has just damaged Lucius Malfoy's wand in order to use it himself. The look on Lucius' face makes you shudder again. You have never seen him like this before and you have had to spend a lot of time with him and the other Death Eaters already.

Just as shocked as you are, Draco is as well while looking to his father. Draco, like you, never wanted to become a Death Eater, but his father's failures eventually forced him into this position and now you are both bound to the same horrible fate, caused by your own fathers.

While Voldemort continues to drag their family name into the dirt with his words, you and Draco just look at each other intensely. As if you could understand what is going on in the others' mind.

At least until a green spark flies across the table in the middle of you two and Nagini snakes over it shortly afterwards. Unnoticed, you move your chair back a litte. Already suspecting what is going to happen, you turn your head away and try to block out the disgusting and disturbing noises that are triggered by killing one of your favorite teachers.

In the end, however, you are unable to take it any longer, getting up and running out of the room with your head and shoulders lowered, but you can still hear how the Dark Lord declares the meeting finished as you run down the stairs. Holding your hand in front of your mouth, your insides make a flip and you feel incredibly sick all of a sudden when you come to a stop in one of the hallways.

Startled you turn around when you hear your name behind you, but as soon as you recognize that it is Draco who followed you, you crash into his arms and he catches you, protectively holding you against him.

"D-Draco", you bitterly sob into his chest and he just hugs you tighter, trying to calm you down.

"Shh, love. I know, I know", he silences you softly and puts his hand on the back of your head while you remain in this position for a few minutes. Until you hear your father's annoying voice.

Moving away from Draco and straightening your posture, you look in the direction from where your father is now running towards you, Narcissa closely behind him.

"Darling, there you are! I will go back home now and you will have a nice time here", he happily announces, not even noticing how miserable you are. But what else did you expect from him?

"We will take good care of her, don't worry", Narcissa smiles, but it does not quite reach her eyes and therefore stays cold. Your father seems satisfied by her answer and, together with all the other Death Eaters, leaves.

"I will make us some tea", Narcissa clears her throat and you follow her into the salon, your hands intertwined.

A few days later Draco and you comfortably lay on the couch in front of the big fireplace in the afternoon, an open book about potions in your lap, your head leaned against his broad shoulder. As you continue to rummage through your book, Draco gently takes your hand in his and smiles down at you before placing a kiss on the top of your head.

Your little moment of peace and contentment, however, is quickly destroyed again when Bellatrix's crazy laugh echoes through the room.

"Draco, Y/N, my darlings! I searched for you everywhere", she giggles as she strolls towards you, pressing her wand against her temple as she stops in front of the sofa. You expectantly look up at her, waiting for her to explain why she so rudely interrupted your moment.

"Bellatrix! What is going on here?", Lucius suddenly rushes in after her, Narcissa following him, so that you are all gathered now.

"Oh! I assume you have already met our lovely guests", Bellatrix laughs and, as if on cue, two more men enter the living room. Death Eaters. Deeply breathing in shock, you abruptly get onto your feet when you discover that they did not come alone.

Hermione, Ron and someone who somehow looks like Harry Potter but isn't, are pushed ahead of them until they are ungently thrown to the ground, right in front of Bellatrix's feet.

"Welcome, welcome", she licks her lips bloodthirstily, a playful laugh escaping her throat as your gaze meets Hermione's. There is nothing but disappointment in her eyes. Disappointed that you do not step in, that you just watch.

You avert your gaze and look at the other person and the longer you look at him, the more it becomes clear to you that this is Harry Potter after all. Terrible things have been done to his face that made you barely recognize him.

"Why are they here?", you choke out and Bellatrix turns to you in amusement, giggling while mockingly sulking as she presses her knife against Harry's throat.

"Why not? Well, Draco! Why don't you come over here and and take a closer look", she urges Draco and he slowly loosens his grip on your hand, not even realizing how hard you have squeezed his. He cautiously walks towards his aunt, even though you would like to stop him immediately.

"Come closer. What does he look like to you, huh?", she asks him and Draco stops right in front of them.

He hesitates.

Lucius suddenly stirs next to you and puts his hand on Draco's back, whispering something into his ear which you can't hear before he raises his voice out of nowhere when one of the Death Eaters intervenes. Narcissa manages to calm Lucius down though and pull him away from their son.

"Don't be shy, sweetie. Come over", Bellatrix persuades him and takes his hand to pull him closer to the disfigured Harry, giving him a better view. You can clearly see the fear in Harry's eye that is not swollen, and something deep inside of you keeps telling you that it would not be right to betray him. You are about to step in when Draco mutters under his breath for the first time since they entered the room, kneeling down in front of Harry.

"What is wrong with his face?"

"Yes, what is wrong with his face?", Bellatrix counters and adresses the two men, but you automatically block out their conversation, only being able to concentrate on Harry and Draco. Draco examines his face closely, but you are sure that he too immediately recognized that it is actually Harry. However, he gets up with a shake of his head and remains silent.

You just do not understand why he does not say anything.

Maybe he never wanted to become a Death Eater either, but still, you always had different views on Harry Potter and his Gryffindor friends. He loathed them since first year, and yet he does not betray him now.

The sudden screeching by Bellatrix and the following fighting noises release you from your numbness and you only see how she orders the now injured men to disappear, a silver sword in her hand that was not there before.

"Put the boys in the cell! I will have a conversation with this one", she angrily growls and pushes Harry and Ron to Narcissa and Wormtail, who take them to the basement. "Get out!"

Not being able to move from the spot, you stop and do not obey her instructions, making her give you an aggressive look until Draco quickly grabs your wrist and roughly pulls you away from the scene, Hermione now alone with Bellatrix.

You have just left the room when you hear a terrible scream from behind you and there is no doubt that it came from Hermione.

"What is she doing to her, Draco?", you furiously ask him and pull your hand out of his strong grip, a little too strong for your liking.

"I don't know. Let us go upstairs and-"

"No!", you interrupt him angrily and his eyes widen at your sudden outburst, not expecting it.

"No?"

"I am not just going to look away when someone is tortured!", you yell at him and immediately turn around to go back, but Draco stops you.

"You can't do anything for her, Y/N! It is the best idea if we just stay quiet and let it happen. I can't risk them harming you as well", he explains and his voice softens towards the end, almost gets vulnerable, which is why the tension in your body slowly fades.

"But Draco.. This is Harry Potter and if your aunt finds out about it, he is doomed!", you sadly whisper and place your hands on his chest, fists clenched.

"Do you think I do not know? I do not want them to get him either, but we have no choice if we want to stay safe, my love", Draco sighs and lowers his head in defeat, his left hand clasping and loosening your fist, the cold rings on his finger slightly touching your skin. "Promise me that you will stay safe here with me."

"I-I.. I promise", you nod and avert your gaze, unable to look in his eyes while uttering such a lie. However, Draco has no chance to say anything about it when in the next moment a loud clink shakes the walls of the mansion.

Throwing a shocked look at each other, you quickly return to the room and abruptly stop in the middle when you see Narcissa defending attacks by Harry and Ron. Lucius growls behind you and you see him laying on the glass table that probably was destroyed by the impact of his body hitting against it. You are about to pull out your wand when Bellatrix loudly yells.

"STOP!"

Everyone's gaze falls on the knife she is holding against Hermione's throat and you discover a bleeding wound on her forearm, the word 'mudblood' cut deeply into her skin. Bellatrix's work.

"Drop your wands!", she orders and shortly afterwards they fall to the ground. "Pick them up, Draco!"

With you by the hand, Draco quickly picks up their wands and leads you back to his parents, his body blocking you protectively as he stands in front of you.

"Well, well, well. Look who we have here. It's Harry Potter", Bellatrix whisper-yells into Hermione's ear, who is trying to suppress her sobs while Harry's face is suddenly turning back to normal. "Just in time for the Dark Lord.. Call him!"

The last command coming from her mouth makes you swallow hard, but the lump in your throat won't go away. Especially not when all eyes are on you and Draco alone now. Their faces soaked in expectation and disappointment, it only intensifies the conflict within you.

"Call him!"

Releasing you from your suffering, Lucius steps forward when neither Draco nor you stir a single bit, pulls up his sleeve to reveal the Dark Mark on his forearm, the same one that painfully adorns your skin as well and always reminds you of who you have to obey. You see how the snake slowly winds around the skull and you look back and forth between him and Hermione, trembling.

"I am sorry, Draco", you breathe out barely audible, closing your eyes while doing so before letting go of his hand.

In a matter of seconds, you raise your wand, aim at the magnificent chandelier on the ceiling that is directly above Bellatrix and Hermione, and the following words fall off your lips with sudden ease.

"Confringo!"

All at once everything that happens next is like in slow motion. The huge chandelier crashes down onto the parquet, freeing Hermione from Bellatrix's grip and you are thrown to the ground as well. Raising your blurry gaze again, you see feet right in front of you and are suddenly pulled up onto your legs again.

By no other than Harry.

He brings you to the others and the last thing you see is the hurt, disappointment and heartbreak on Draco's pale face as you feel a stabbing, sharp pain from both your own broken heart and the dagger piercing through your skin that was thrown by Bellatrix before you vanish into thin air.

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nerdiestnerdtoevernerd · 2 years

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This is a gift for @krashing-starz for the @mcytblraufest summer au gift exchange

I’m not quite sure this is what you asked for, but I hope you enjoy it! :D

(Also posted on AO3)

Livin’ In a Mansion That We Made Out of Glass

Word count: 6134

“I said no.” A voice growls in the darkness.

“But I want to be like you!” A young voice responds, as filled with hope and life as the other voice is bitterness and gloom.

A gruff, dark chuckle. “Trust me, kid. You don’t want this kind of life.”

- - -

Apocalypse Assassin AU with a bit of an age reversal

It, like most things, started with a disagreement. No one remembers who disagreed with who, or even what they disagreed on, but everyone knows it led to a war. A world-ending war. The Last War. Millions, if not billions of people were killed with all matters of weaponry. Guns, nukes, bombs, you name it. Towards the end, it was even with knives and rocks and any weapons on hand. It was everyone for themselves, everyone versus everyone. No one was safe.

But then people began to band together. They formed tribes, communities, set up camps. Soon more groups banded together and those camps became permanent and people had homes, grew gardens, had children. There wasn’t peace, but it wasn’t all-out war. The factions had settled down far enough away from each other to prevent any fighting (it helped that there weren’t a lot of people on every continent, and that the remaining population was spread all around the planet—well, the places on the planet that were still inhabitable that is), but there were roamers that would fight and most likely kill you if they came across you. Everything was fair game. Leaving a tribe, leaving a community was certain death. And yet some people still did so. Of course, almost all of them were now dead, but the legend of the Void Killer still led many to strike out on their own. None were as successful as him, but several people were still able to survive.

Legend has it that in the early days after the war, long before Techno was ever born, when everyone was still settling and the world was rife with contention, an odd community arose. There were rumors of sacrifices and demon worship, and the whisper of witchcraft grew increasingly common. The people in this community mostly stuck to themselves, though they were always welcoming and kind to travelers. Those who visited told of a loving community, the people acting like one big family.

(These stories, of course, were drowned out and buried by the rumors of evil and witchcraft.)

But then tragedy struck. A young boy—and here the legends vary: some say a boy as young as fourteen, while others add a good ten years to his age; the truth, of course, is lost to time—came home one day to find his entire family slaughtered in their beds. Crude markings decorated the house, the red liquid of the symbols dripping down the walls to create an eerie nightmare. The boy dropped to his knees at the side of his youngest sister’s bed and, cradling her broken, mutilated body in his arms, howled in grief. There wasn’t a person in the world who didn’t hear his mourning wails.

Hearing the pure devastation in the cry, the townspeople ran to the home and discovered a gruesome sight. This family, once the most happy, welcoming, and energetic of them all, was dead. Eyes stared unseeing at the bloody walls; cold, empty corpses once warm and lively lay still, limbs bent in odd directions; and at the center of it a lonely, grieving, live body curled around his worst nightmare. As the shocked gazes take in the sight, whispers start. Who could do such a thing?

Hearing the voices, the boy looks up. He lets out a long, cold, emotionless laugh that sends shivers down the viewers’ spines.

“I don’t know,” he whispers, tone firm and unfeeling but promising pain. “But when I find them, they will never be the same.”

Vowing revenge, and cursing all those who had done this, he disappeared that night, leaving his destroyed home and dead family behind.

Making good on his promise, he trained and trained and trained. He traveled the land, learning how to survive, how to fight. He ran into the occasional soldier and begged them to teach him how to fight. He learned how to defend, how to survive, but most of all he learned how to kill. How to take from those that took from him. He learned to live, to not let anything take him down until he had his revenge. He mastered every deadly art he could, and then, when he was ready, he returned to his community.

All he found was a ghost town. Every man, woman, and child had left, run away, hoping to escape his wrath. Those who could not travel were left behind to die. Any who did leave separated into groups. They traveled the land, became traders and nomads, and some settled down with other colonies. Those who had killed his family, who practiced the so-called witchcraft passed down their knowledge, shared their beliefs. But they tried to be quiet about it. No killing. No human sacrifices. They did a good job of staying under the radar.

But then, in one colony, bodies started appearing. Weird, unintelligible symbols were drawn in blood on the ground and walls near the bodies. In a panic, the teachers of these beliefs called a meeting, hoping to discourage any further killings and prevent him from finding them.

The next day, all their bodies were found in the room of the meeting, with three tiny stars painted in black paint on each body’s left forearm. They weren’t particularly violent deaths, but it was obvious that every person there died in the worst pain imaginable.

People talked, and stories spread about the oddness of these murders. And then a feeble old woman whispered the story of the grisly murders of a family and the sworn revenge of the one surviving son. Her grandchildren whispered the story to their friends, and those friends to their friends and family, until no ear did not know the story of the Void Killer.

Every now and then, entire communities disappear, or someone is found dead, bearing his mark. Whispers circle, people gather like vultures to share the legends. As years pass, and people keep disappearing, whispers of his immortality abound. They question his long life, wonder if he turned to demon worship and witchcraft to live long enough to enact his revenge. They tell of a man so twisted by grief and revenge that he became the very thing he hated most.

Years pass and his story begins to fade. Instead of being treated as truth, he becomes a myth, a legend, a scary story to tell at night.

Though many don’t believe him to be real, beliefs don’t change the truth.

And the truth?

Well, you’ll just have to see for yourself.

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Techno never thought much of the rumors and legends. He didn’t believe them, but he didn’t disbelieve them either. He thought it was a nice story that was rooted in truth but grew way out of proportion. He didn’t think there was anyone that went around and killed everyone who pretended to practice witchcraft (much less some immortal assassin that was never seen).

That was, at least, until he actually met the Void Killer himself.

Techno wasn’t the biggest fan of his “family.” He’d only been with them for a few months, after getting dropped off by a couple of traders who found him in the destroyed remains of his previous colony. They, being the kind souls that they were, agreed to take him to another colony to increase the likelihood of him surviving until adulthood. It took a good month or two of travel, in which he learned a bit about surviving on his own, but they finally made it to the nearest colony. Upon arrival, he was pitied and cooed over and finally placed with a family that agreed to take care of him. And it’s not like they were cruel or hurt him in any way, they were just… different. Not his family. For one, they were the healers of the community. That was something that Techno knew next to nothing about. His specialty was farming. That’s what he grew up learning about and doing. That was going to be his job when he grew up. He could tell you what nutrients different plants need, how long they need to be watered, whether it was better to plant them in the sun or the shade, and even when to tell when any plant was ready. What he couldn’t tell you was how to clean an injury, wrap it, perform stitches, cauterize a wound, and any other medical mumbo-jumbo. He was completely and utterly lost and confused and alone. And there was nothing he could do to change that. He was with the only family in the colony that could take him in; running away and trying to live on his own would be a death sentence, especially at his age; he couldn’t travel to another colony—the next one was several months travel away; trying to learn how to be a healer had only ever ended in disaster (there were several people in the colony who had either had experience with him tending to their wounds or had heard stories, who shied away from him whenever they were injured, the memories and stories (correctly) cautioning them away).

So it makes sense of course, that because he knows plants reasonably well and he dislikes his so-called family and doesn’t really want to get to know them better, he would be the one sent off to gather the wild herbs needed for different poultices and medications. This was his usual job, and he rather enjoyed it. He came to know the surrounding forest fairly well, and though he always made sure to stay close to the settlement to decrease the likelihood of him dying, he, being the young rebellious child that he is, of course, strays just a bit farther than he probably should, and spends more time away from his “family” than is strictly necessary. Because he spends most of his time wandering the nearby forest, he’s become more familiar with the land. This is especially important for his herb gathering, as knowing the terrain helps him have a better guess of where to look to find the plants he needs. He likes to bring his journal with him to take note of all the different plants and animals he sees and where he can find them. When he breaks for lunch, he likes to pull out a book that he probably spends more time reading than he actually should (but he’s got to do something to pass the time!). Sometimes he even likes to take his shoes and socks off and roll up his pants so he can splash in the river. Occasionally he even breaks down and removes all his clothes so he can go for a refreshing swim. Then he likes to lay on the soft grass and read, or write or draw in his journal while he dries off. His all-time favorite way to pass the time though, is practicing self-defense and sword training (unfortunately he doesn’t actually have a sword, so he just finds the best stick he can and starts whacking trees with it). In the colony where he was born, there was a man who was descended from a soldier. Said soldier had taught his children how to defend themselves, and those children had passed down the knowledge. Though the man had no children of his own, he too deemed the information important and decided to teach others. He held weekly lessons to teach people how to defend themselves from the evil outside the commune’s walls. Techno always looked forward to his class, fascinated with the idea of learning to fight (if his inspiration and interest came from the legends of the Void Killer and the idea that someone could survive out in the wilderness all on their own no one ever had to know. He didn’t think he would ever be able to survive on his own, and it amazed him that some people tried. Not that Techno hadn’t seriously thought about leaving his current colony and trying to live on his own. He just valued his life too much to even try.).

So that’s where he found himself. Day after day after day. Picking herbs and wandering the nearby forest; never going much further than the approved and explored areas. At least the monotony was broken up by the varying herbs! Not that it made life any less dull.

But at least he was alive and somewhat happy, right?

Right.

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Echinacea– 5 bundles

Chamomile– 3 bundles

Feverfew– 2 bundles

Mullein– 1 bundle

Valerian– 1 bundle

Huh. Not too bad of a list. There aren’t that many today, and at least he won’t have to trek too far. Chamomile and echinacea should be close to each other, with the possibility of Mullein in the same spot depending on whether any new plants have sprung up. Valerian, feverfew, and mullein (if he hasn’t gotten it yet) are the furthest away and will take some time to find and grab. It could probably be worse though. At least he doesn’t have to gather thistles today. Those are always the absolute worst. His hands hurt for ages after.

Grabbing the list and his lunch, he slips them into his pack as he leaves. Standing right outside the door to his house, he takes a moment to breathe in the fresh smells of the morning and bask in the weak rays of sunlight straining over the mountain tops. He admires the way the light reflects off the dew drops on the grass as he makes his way to the gates. He tries to avoid as many people as possible, sticking to the edges of the community and hiding in the shadows of the tall walls that surround and protect the colony.

Techno doesn’t remember a time before the walls were erected. For as long as he can remember they’ve stood as a reminder of protection and comfort and, sometimes in his case, imprisonment. Don’t get him wrong, he’s still grateful for the walls—he’s heard horrifying stories from before they were built—it’s just that sometimes he wishes he wasn’t trapped here with nowhere else to go. Then again, maybe the reason he’s stuck here is because his old colony didn’t have any walls. He doesn’t remember much from that time, just faint impressions of soft touches, beautiful singing, laughter and smiles, gentle hands washing dirt from under his fingernails, and general contentment and happiness. But then he also remembers loud noises: yelling, screaming, clanging, crackling, heat, dancing tongues of flame taunting him, those same gentle-soft-loving-caring hands shoving him away into dark-small-lonely, fear as he hides in the darkness, the unknown of what’s going on pressing down on him. He remembers finally emerging to a ravaged wasteland. He looks up and sees white flakes floating down. He sticks his tongue out to catch one and is surprised when, expecting the cold bite of snow, he chokes on the bitter, smoky flavor of ash.

“Momma? Momma?” he calls, hoping to hear the familiar, comforting, melodic voice respond. He hears nothing. He takes a few steps, glancing around for something familiar. No gentle-soft-loving hands reach out for him, welcoming him into their embrace and suddenly, despite the heat still radiating from burned structures, he feels cold and alone. He continues his calls, now becoming louder and more frantic, fear and uncertainty tying knots in his insides until the only thoughts he has are find her, find momma, find warmth-love-comfort. He wanders his community, looking for something familiar, anything really for what feels like an eternity, his young mind unable to comprehend and distinguish the passing of time.

He nearly shrieks when he feels a hand settle on his shoulder, the only reason no sound escapes is the dry, painful feeling in his throat his screaming has caused. Though he’s silent, his body still reacts to the surprise, jumping away and twisting to face a weather-worn face, creased in grief, with worry and sadness warring for dominance in wise, old eyes. The man opens his mouth and says something, but Techno’s whirling thoughts block out the words.

“Momma?” he forces out, voice whispery and hoarse.

The old man hesitates but then sighs, a sad smile appearing on his face. “I’m sorry child. I do not know where your mother is.”

“Momma?” he says again, not comprehending. The man sighs again and the smile slides off his face. Too young to understand what’s going on, Techno reaches out a hand, seeking comfort. The old man reaches out and scoops Techno up, cradling his small, injured body against his chest.

“Momma?” he asks again.

“Come on, young one. Let’s get you taken care of and then we’ll see about your momma.”

As they walk away, Techno doesn’t look back, though young and confused, he knows that there is nothing for him back there.

“Technoblade!” a voice calls from behind him, breaking him out of his memories.

Turning around, he sees a short, rather rotund woman chasing after him.

Great. He’s almost to the gates, walking through the small marketplace a few dozen feet from the entrance to the colony when he gets stopped.

He steps aside, out of the slow flow of traffic (that’s really only like ten people making their way to work), as he waits for her to reach him.

“Mrs. Higby,” he greets. “Good morning.”

“Good morning my dear Technoblade,” she returns. He inwardly cringes at the term of endearment. In acknowledgment, he nods and forces a smile that probably looks more like a grimace than a grin.

“How are you today?” he asks out of politeness, and immediately regrets it when she begins a long, boring story about something or other her kids have already done today, despite it still being “the wee hours of the morning.”

Hoping to quickly get this conversation over with, he interrupts her rant, skipping the normal pleasantries, and gets right to business. “Sorry to interrupt ma’am,” he plays up the respect, praying it gives him some sort of points that he can cash in to end the conversation. “But I should really get started on my chores.”

“Oh yes, yes! If only my kids were as eager to please as you.” Oh great, another rant about her kids. Kill him now. “But I digress.” Hold that thought! The universe must be looking on him favorably today. “You are off to collect herbs for your family, correct?” He nods a confirmation, though he winces at the incorrectness of her question. They aren’t his family. His family is dead.

“Oh good! Would you terribly mind getting some coriander? The cook’s garden is all out and it’s quite essential for a recipe. I’ll pay you back of course.” Hm. Coriander. It grows in the shade right? Shouldn’t be too difficult to find. There’s plenty of shade in the forest. Alright, might as well. “Of course not Mrs. Higby. You won’t be able to get it until, at the earliest, this afternoon though. I hope that’s alright?” That was polite enough right? Please let it be polite enough to get him out of this conversation. Please.

“Of course! And aren’t you such a polite little thing! Why, when I was your age…”

And there she goes again. He runs his hands through his brown short cropped hair in frustration. At this rate, it’ll be at least another hour before he gets out of this conversation unless he sacrifices some politeness points and just walks away? He awkwardly nods along to her rant, and says “Oh, how rude.” in the right spots, showing that he’s listening when he’s really not. He shifts his weight several times, seriously considering just running away. Would it actually work? Or would it start her on another rant about being rude? Wait a second. Has she taken a breath at all since she started talking? Oh goodness, is she some kind of zombie or something? Or a vampire? In all seriousness though, Techno’s like 87% sure Mrs. Higby has not taken a single breath throughout this entire rant. How does one person have that much air in their lungs? It should be impossible! Oh, wait. She just took a breath. Great. Now who knows how long she’ll talk for. He shifts again, hand coming up to rub at his neck. Luckily, this time she seems to notice the horrible social cues Techno is putting out.

“Oh goodness,” she says crossly. “Here I am blabbering on, taking up your precious time. Well, you best be going. I’ll see you later Technoblade!” And then she bustles off to trap another poor soul into conversation.

Techno sighs in relief, tension draining from his figure. He would not wish that woman on his worst enemy. He shakes his head to refocus and collect his thoughts and then scrambles to grab a pencil from his pack and scratch Coriander- 1 bundle for Higby on his list before he forgets. One awkward social interaction down, hopefully no more to go, he thinks as he walks out the front gates.

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The first thing he’s aware of is pain, and he’s fairly certain that he’s broken his shoulder somehow. And really, isn’t that the question? How? And when? And where is he? And then by extension, why is he here, when is it (is it even still the same day? And what day was that? Monday? Wednesday? Whoa. Concussion much?), and, perhaps most importantly, what is going on?

As he wakes up more, he opens his eyes to…

Darkness?

Oh gosh is he blind?

Wait, no.

Focusing, he can feel the cloth wrapped around his eyes, preventing him from seeing what’s happening. It’s then that he also notices the rough rope chafing against his ankles and wrists, and the hard, bumpy thing he’s leaning against that he thinks is a tree.

Trying to focus and ignore the pain, he shakes his head, which is a big mistake. He suddenly becomes more aware of the splitting headache he hadn’t noticed, and is now trying his best to ignore. That and the agony of his shoulder. Pushing the pain from his mind, he focuses on his surroundings, trying to absorb as much information as he can without being able to see. He hears grunts and the sound of things hitting each other. What in the world is going on? Is- is that a fight? Which is just even more confusing, because why are his captors fighting? Are they fighting over him? Or maybe someone’s here to rescue him!

Techno nearly snorts at the absurdity of the idea.

No one would even suspect that there was something wrong. It surely hasn’t… been… that… long…

Oh great.

Has it really been more than a day?

Wait.

But even if people knew he was missing, who would they send after him? No one in the commune knows how to fight. So… maybe they’re just practicing?

Wait, but who are they?

He tries to remember what happened, but only manages to catch a few glimpses of a body, a red liquid he thinks is blood (and isn’t that a worrying thought), and people dressed in weird robes.

Well, that’s concerning. Was he kidnapped by a cult? He should probably figure out what’s going on and how to get out of it. Oh gosh. There was a dead body and blood. What if they kidnapped him because he’s next? He doesn’t want to die! He’s much too young! He’s not even a teenager yet! Plus he still has to deliver that coriander to Mrs. Higby. Don’t want to let her down and all. But most of all he just really, really does not want to die.

He starts frantically tugging his arms apart, trying to get the rope off. Disappointment starts to creep in, but then he realizes he should probably at least try to get the blindfold off before giving up all hope. He starts rubbing his head against the tree, trying to roll the cloth off. It takes a few minutes, and several scratches from the rough bark, but he finally manages to get the blindfold off.

He blinks at the bright light, his eyes sensitive from the darkness they’ve been in for the last who knows how long. He squints as his eyes adjust, beginning to make out the shape of figures not too far off. Oddly enough, there seem to be several people attacking one single person. That’s certainly an interesting way to train. Or…

As the fight moves closer to him, Techno stares at the lone fighter who’s wearing all black, finally noticing a strip of white on one arm. He looks closer. Three stars: one big, one medium, and one small are embroidered on the white strip of fabric.

The Void Killer’s symbol.

Yeah. They’re probably not training.

He stares in awe as the guy flips and spins and dances through the air, getting rid of his attackers (or is he the attacker?) in graceful, fluid moves. His steady hands throw knives that whistle through the air and hit their target every time, either killing or pinning down his opponent just long enough for him to take care of them. His long limbs smoothly move out of the way of fists and thrown projectiles. His movements are quick and precise, people crumpling to the ground shortly after his hits. Techno watches in awe as he jumps out of the way of a low hit and throws another knife, hitting another opponent directly in the heart.

(At least Techno thinks it was the heart. He has no idea where a person’s heart is actually located.)

Finally, after the last robed guy collapses on the ground, the Void Killer turns to face him.

“You okay kid?” A surprisingly deep voice asks him. Techno can only gape in shock, his brain not processing anything. The Void Killer is real! And he’s standing right in front of Techno!

Techno’s mouth hangs open in shock. “You’re- you’re the Void Killer!” he sputters. As soon as the words are out of his mouth he blushes red in embarrassment. Wow Techno, what a great first impression. He probably thinks you’re an idiot.

The guy snorts, dropping his cold, emotionless facade. “That I am kid,” he says tiredly, as he begins to peel off his black fingerless leather gloves.

“But… but I thought you were a myth!” Techno’s mouth embarrassingly decides to say. “I mean your story is just so unrealistic. I mean it’s been around for so long and- Are you really immortal?” Great. Now he’s rambling. Please mouth, please shut up. “‘Cause you don’t look a day over twenty-five, but the-”

“Whoa.” the guy interrupts, looking a bit taken aback. “Uh… as you can see, clearly not a myth.” He gestures at himself. “Uh… bit insulted at the unrealistic comment, because it totally happened. For the most part at least. I’m not too sure what you’ve heard and a lot of it seems to be exaggerated, but yeah. Oh, and, uh, not immortal.” He awkwardly nods and continues. “Just some guy who…. Yeah. I don’t- I don’t know how to explain the whole ‘been around for quite a while’ thing. Just- just trust me when I say I am not immortal, but I do exist.” He gives Techno two cheesy thumbs up, somehow looking more awkward than before.

Is this guy somehow more socially incompetent than Techno? He didn’t even know that was possible! How can any one person be this awkward?

“Wow,” is all Techno can say in response, eyes still wide with amazement and shock. He continues to stare at the man in front of him, taking in all the small details.

His dark clothing is loose enough to be comfortable, while still clinging to his skin just enough to allow free movement. A simple belt around his waist holds several weapons and Techno notices a few pockets he thinks probably have poison or some other deadly weapon. The cloth-mask-face-covering-thing, as well as his pants and long sleeves, succeed in hiding his face as well as any identifying marks. Though Techo has to concede that his clothing would make him rather hot in the heat of summer, it also allows him to slip through shadows unnoticed. He thinks the fingerless leather gloves are pretty cool, and he’d like to get his hands on a pair for himself. Overall, the whole thing is pretty cool. The only complaint Techno has is that it’s pretty drab clothing. He could do with a little splash of color here and there. Even if it’s just a bit of embroidery on the hem or something!

The Void Killer huffs a laugh. “Color makes it easier to be spotted. And I wouldn’t want to ruin it. I do a lot of fighting. Plus there’s the whole ‘wandering through the wilderness’ thing that is not easy on my clothes.”

….

Oh.

Oops.

How long has Techno been unknowingly speaking out loud?

This is just even more embarrassing. Like- like embarrassment squared. There is just no way at all to recover from this now. He is forever doomed to be the guy who made a fool of himself in front of a legend.

He’s startled by a flash of light near his arm, instinctively jerking away.

Ow.

He really regrets that. His shoulder is now throbbing in tandem with his head. He breathes a slow, even breath out through pursed lips, trying not to cry.

Tears somewhat put at bay, he looks back at the Void Killer who’s now cautiously watching him, multi-colored eyes studying him with… is that concern? No. Probably not. He’s probably just impatient and wants to get a move on. Maybe it’s anger. Or disappointment. That’s an option too.

Techno glances in the direction of the flash of light and sees the sun reflecting off…

A knife.

Crap.

He’s going to die, isn’t he?

As soon as this thought crosses his mind, he starts hysterically rambling– apologizing and begging to be let go. “Sorry! I’m sorry! I won’t tell anyone. Just- just let me go. I promise! I promise I won’t! Just please don’t kill me”

Alarm fills the Void Killer’s face as his eyes widen with surprise. He brings both hands up to awkwardly gesticulate as he too rambles and tries to calm Techno down.

“Oh geez. No! No! I’m not going to kill you.” His hands are still frantically waving about, scaring Techno more as he now has to flinch away from the knife that is now even closer to his face, on top of worrying about being killed. “I just was going to cut you loose. I figured you didn’t have a knife or anything and you wouldn’t be able to get yourself free. I’m not just going to leave you here on your own. But I wasn’t going to kill you! I don’t- I don’t kill innocent people. Oh gosh. No. Sorry.”

Techno lets out a delirious giggle. This killer is so awkward it’s not even funny. Here he is apologizing for scaring Techno with a knife, while still waving around said knife! It all just seems like one long, painful fever dream. At this point, Techno is like 80% sure he’ll wake up and realize that none of this was ever real.

“Oh,” is all he says, exhaustion and pain washing over him as the adrenaline fades away. Yup. Definitely real. His head thunks back against the tree (ow) and he closes his eyes, ignoring the man as he cuts the ropes tying Techno up and then begins gathering his stuff. Techno just sits there, enjoying the moment of silence as he recharges.

He should probably get up.

Nah.

Several minutes later, he manages to finally pry his eyes open and is met with the sight of the Void Killer watching him, awkwardly shifting his weight. Seeing Techno looking back at him he says, “Alright, kid. I’m just gonna go now, so get back to your colony and maybe stay there? Don’t wander around out here. It’s not safe.”

Irritation fills him. Is this guy calling him incompetent? He can take care of himself! (Present circumstances excluded—this was just a fluke!) He says as much and earns a skeptical scoff in return.

“What? I can! I know some self defense, and I’m usually pretty safe out here. There’s just not usually witchy cult people out here. And I should know. I’m out here every day.” “Alright, um, setting that concerning bit of information aside– and we will be getting back to that –these ‘witchy cult people,’” he says, lifting his hands to make quotation marks. “are everywhere. And I should know that. So you should probably just stay in your community as much as you can,” the Void Killer says, crossing his arms and looking as much like a concerned, scolding parent as he possibly can. “But my job is to collect all the herbs. I have to be out here!” Techno exclaims, crossing his arms as well—much to the protests of his shoulder.

“But you’re a child!”

Oh this guy is getting smacked. Techno is not a child!

Okay. He is technically a child. But he can take care of himself!

“Am not!”

“Are too!” “Am not!”

“Are- fine! Fine, you’re not a child. But that still doesn’t change the fact that you shouldn’t be out here! It’s dangerous for adults too,” the Void Killer states, looking triumphant. “Then why are you out here?” Techno smirks, raising his eyebrow in challenge.

The guy sighs and runs an exasperated hand down his face. “I’m done. I am so done,” he mutters as he turns and walks off with his stuff.

Techno scrambles up and trails after him. “Wait!”

The Void Killer keeps walking. “Goodbye kid.” “Train me?” Techno asks, reaching out to poke him.

The guy whirls around and looms over him. “No.” He says firmly.

“Please, teach me,” Techno pleads, not at all intimidated.

“No kid.” The killer growls. “Not happening.”

“But I want to learn!” Techno says on the verge of sounding petulant.

“But I said no,” the older retorts, sounding like a parent arguing with an irrational child. (Which Techno would like to state for the record, he is not. He’s also not petulant. He is a very rational not-petulant not-child.)

“Please?”

“No. And that’s final.” The assassin spins back around and stalks off, leaving Techno behind.

“Wait!” he calls after him, hoping for… he doesn’t know what he’s hoping for actually. Just… just something. Anything really.

The man stops but doesn’t turn around.

“Can I get something at least?” Techno scrambles for something to say. “Like your name?” Yeah, that works! Please. Just give him this one thing. His hopes have already been dashed. This incredible fighter isn’t going to teach him how to fight—which is literally like the only thing he wants in his life (well, other than going back to his real family and that’s just not possible)—but the least he can do is give him his name, right?

The Void Killer tenses, back straightening as he deliberates. Techno is frozen in hope. Please. Just give him this. Please. He won’t ask for anything else.

The older man sighs, resignation slipping in. “Ranboo,” he says, not turning around.

“What?” Techno’s in shock. Did… did he just say his name? “My name is Ranboo,” the Void Killer says, irritation slipping into his voice.

“Oh. Wow. Cool. I’m- I’m Techno,” he stammers. Techno’s brain might be broken. He… he was just told the Void Killer’s name. HE WAS JUST TOLD THE VOID KILLER’S NAME. What even is his life?

First he’s attacked and tied to a tree by weird demon worshipping cult people, then he meets the Void Killer—who actually exists—AND THEN HE LEARNS HIS NAME!

This has been one crazy day.

Ranboo huffs in what might be a laugh. “Nice to meet you kid.” He lifts two fingers in a wave and starts to walk off again.

“Wait!”

The older man pauses, exasperation rolling off of him in waves.

“And you’re sure you won’t teach me?” he asks resignedly.

“Oh my gosh,” the Void killer mutters. Then louder, “I said no, kid.”

“Even though I want to be like you?”

A gruff, dark chuckle. “Trust me, kid. You don’t want this kind of life.”

Techno stays, sliding down against a tree to sit on the forest floor, watching as Ranboo disappears. He’s filled with an odd mix of awe and disappointment. He just met the Void Killer! He just met the freaking VOID KILLER! THE VOID KILLER WHO ACTUALLY EXISTS! And he got his actual name! And he was so cool! He moved so quickly and gracefully and Techno wants nothing more than to be just like him.

As the man disappears in the distance, determination arises.

“I’ll find you,” he promises under his breath. “And I’ll make you teach me.”

#technoblade #ranboo #technoblade never dies #mcytblr au fest #assassin au #post apocalyptic #age reversal au #child technoblade #also on ao3 #dsmp fanfic

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itsclydebitches · 3 years

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re: that ask you posted a couple days ago about the male and female representation in RWBY, part of what makes RWBY's whole 'girl power' thing ring exceptionally hollow to me is the fact that there are like... no women in positions of real power in remnant. like at all. except the big bad.

winter is second in command to james. glynda is second in command to ozpin. all of the headmasters are men (for no discernible reason, imo; why theodore and not dorothea?). the leader of the ace ops was a white man (and then winter seemed to take over clover's position instead of either of the women of color on the team, and she was still second to james). RWBY is an all girl team, but JNPR was led by a boy despite a girl arguably being far more qualified (pyrrha). the happy huntresses are all women, and robyn had no real power to speak of--she didn't even manage to win the election, because jacques rigged it, and then the council ceased to matter. there was one (1) woman on the council, but she was so inconsequential that i can't even remember her name. (i suppose we're lucky it was the guy and not her who james shot lol) jacques controls the SDC instead of willow, even though he's not even a schnee by blood and actually married into the family for power. (and we don't even know how he got it over his wife.)

and then there's the white fang, which ghira led and not kali--and it's ghira who leads menagerie itself, while kali seems to be a housewife. sienna had five minutes of screentime before being brutally killed and her position assumed by adam, a man. cordovin is basically a one off lackey we haven't even thought about before or since. neo was second to roman. you have cinder, sure, who is a second but to salem, a woman, and raven as the leader of the branwen tribe--but what does it really say about your 'girl power' narrative when the only women with genuine systemic power in your world are villains or antagonists with massive bodycounts??

atla has the same sort of problem--a couple great female characters, but all the leadership positions are men (except the kyoshi warriors, an all girls group, and even then the leader of their island is an old man) and the one female mentor figure also turns out to be evil--but it at least has some great writing to help overlook that fact, and it came out in the mid-00's and so has some sort of excuse of being a product of its time. but rwby didn't even start until 2013 and it's still going and still making these kinds of decisions well into 2021.

where is this supposed girl power, exactly? am i really supposed to overlook the very patriarchal worldbuilding just because the title characters are girls?

That's an excellent summary of the situation, anon, and as with so much in RWBY, it comes down to the full context. Any one of these examples isn't necessarily going to mean much on its own. It's when you look at the pattern that you can start making a case for those conclusions: Why is the show marketed on "girl power" set in a world where men hold the vast majority of that power? And, more importantly, why is that setup not the point? We could easily have a story where that lopsided gender dynamic is the problem that the girls are looking to fix, but... that story doesn't exist. Like the problems discussed with Jaune, the supposed point here exists only on the surface. Dig just the tinniest bit — the above — and you hit on a lot of structural problems with this "girl power" world.

To add just a few details to what you've already said:

Salem indeed has power, but she's never allowed to fully use it. Each volume the frustration with this grows as Salem accumulates more abilities and then just sits on them. From literally hiding out for a thousand years to worries that she won't use the Staff in Volumes 9-10, Salem really isn't allowed to be the threat she's presented as on the surface. And yes, this is absolutely due in part to the "She's too OP and the writers don't know how to let her be that powerful while still having the heroes win" issue, but again, context. That problem doesn't exclude others occurring simultaneously.

Same double explanation with Summer. Yes, dead moms are an incredibly common trauma to dump on a protagonist, but it still left Yang and Ruby with Tai as their primary influence. And Qrow. The uncle becomes the extended family influence while Raven is the absent one/eventual antagonist. It's personal power as opposed to political power, but Tai, Qrow, Ozpin, formerly James... most of the mentors are men. Maria, a key exception, has been ignored in that regard. The story announced that she was Qrow's inspiration, setup her being Ruby's new mentor, and then... nothing. Nothing has come of that. She disappeared for a volume and then went off to Amity and was literally forgotten by the story when evacuating everyone was the finale's whole point.

Like that Endgame moment I mentioned, the Happy Huntresses feel a little too forced to me. Yes, it's the same basic idea as in ATLA, but ATLA, as you say, has a lot more going for it. The Happy Huntresses feel... on the nose? Idk exactly how to explain it. Like, "Here they are! Another team of all women! Isn't this how progressive storytelling works? Just ignore how this is a one-off team of minor characters compared to the world building issues discussed above." And if you're not paying attention, you miss just how insignificant they are, with a side of Robyn being, well, Robyn. The Kyoshi Warriors, at least, are based off of Kyoshi. A woman avatar who is a significant part of their history. That is, presumably, why they're an all women warrior group (but who notably still teach Sokka). The Happy Huntresses are all huntresses because...? There's no reason except that meta "We want to look progressive" explanation. Just like having all the women superheroes team up for a hot second so people get excited and ignore the representation problems across, what? 21 films? Don't get me wrong, I love that May is among the Happy Huntresses. I think including her in the explicitly all-women group was one of the better things RWBY has done in a long time, but the rest is still a mess.

RWBY is arguably about these smaller groups as opposed to systematic power (despite the writers trying to work that in with things like the White Fang and the election. Not to mention the implication that everything in Atlas is fine now that evil Ironwood has died and taken the symbol of wealth (the city) with him. We saw a human holding hands with a faunus after all. Racism and corruption solved, I guess.) So yes, our group is dominated by women... but Whitley is the one saving Nora, helping to defeat the Hound (plus Willow), thinking of the airships, and providing the blueprints they need to escape. Salem is our Big Bad, except Ironwood is the one the volume focuses on. Ruby is our leader, but Jaune is the one leading the group into the whale and getting praised for how heroic he is. Ren does more to shake things up, even if he's painted as the one in the wrong. Oscar gets to confront Salem and destroys the whale threat. Ozpin provides the information they need to evacuate. Meanwhile, when the girls do things in Volume 8 it's almost always followed by a long-stint of passiveness. Nora opens the door so she can be unconscious for most of the volume. Penny keeps Amity up so she can also be unconscious for a good chunk of time. Ruby sends her message and then sits in a mansion. Blake fights so she can tearfully beg Ruby to save her. Weiss, as said, takes a backseat to Whitley (and Klein). They forward the plot, absolutely, but comparatively it doesn't feel like enough.

It's that pattern then, no one specific example. More and more the personal power, not just the systematic power already built into Remnant, seems to be coming from the men. Not all the time, but enough that scenes like the tea drinking moment feel like a part of a much larger problem. Pietro taking control, Watts hacking, and Ambrosius literally remaking her when Penny is supposed to already be in control of herself and her fate. Winter being presented as the active mentor to Weiss, only to turn around and claim that Ironwood was actually responsible for everything. Ruby, Weiss, Blake, and May straight up commenting on how awful things are out there while Yang, Jaune, Ren, and Oscar lead the charge against Salem — with the latter three doing the most to forward that mission (no fear, semblance, cane). As others have only half-joked, Yang's supposedly badass moment was bringing up a mother she's ignored for six volumes and briefly blowing up the immortal woman for a couple of seconds (with Ironwood's bombs). Even Marrow is arguably the most significant Ace Op after Clover. Vine isn't actually a character, Elm slightly less so, Harriet is there to go crazy and try to drop a bomb (notably before admitting to never-before-existed feelings for Clover), but Marrow? He's the one who breaks out. Who is meant to heroically stand up against Ironwood. Who comments on how awful it is that teenagers are fighting and, regardless of how messed up the moral messages are, is supposedly pushing for active change while all the women in his group, including Winter, insist on maintaining the status quo. Look at all these choices as a whole, it makes throwaway worldbuilding choices like "All the Maidens are women" feel pretty hollow. Why does it matter if Amber is a Maiden if she dies in a flashback so Ozpin can struggle to pass on the power? If Pyrrha dies before becoming one so Jaune can angst about it? If Raven is one and then disappears from the story entirely? If Winter has enough power to break Ironwood's aura, but supposedly had no power throughout every other choice she made getting here? If Penny is one, but is continually controlled by men and then asks another man to help her die? It's just really unconvincing, once you look past the surface excitement of a woman looking cool with magic powers.

When you do consider the whole of the story — both in terms of our world building and who is forwarding the plot in the latter volumes, getting the emotional focus, being proactive, etc. — there are a lot of problems that undermine the presumed message RT wants to write. They say, "girl power" by marketing RWBY with these four women, but too many of the storytelling decisions thoroughly undermine that, revealing what's likely a deeply ingrained, subconscious bias.

#rwde #rwby #mymetas

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Dream SMP Recap (February 21/2021) - Tommy’s Visit, Guard Training Day

It’s the day for Tommy’s final prison visit, one last visit to see Dream and gain closure. Things don’t go exactly to plan, though, and the situation takes a turn for the worse...

Jack Manifold and Quackity discuss business plans, Eret returns to start collecting taxes, and Sam decides it’s about time to get some helping hands, getting Bad and Antfrost on the job.

A summary of the week’s total events can be found at the end of the post.

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VOD LINKS:

Foolish

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Tommy (Again)

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Foolish (Again)

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- Foolish works on building HBomb a giant mansion in the savannah village.

- HBomb and Niki build a Bellsprout Pokemon head attached to Ponk’s tree in Lemon City.

--- Tommy’s Prison Visit ---

- Tommy comes online to visit Dream one last time in prison, for closure. Even though Dream is locked up and out of sight, he still feels miserable, a little bit empty.

“I think it’s because I haven’t shut the book. He’s still in my life, y’know?”

- He heads over to the prison. He is greeted by photos of BBH and Rat. The pictures George put on the entrance are still there.

- Tommy comes through to the lobby and greets Sam. Sam asks the questions.

“When was the last time you visited the prison?”

“A bit ago...like a while back. A month. A month ago.”

“Where is your place of residence currently located?”

“My home over there, down yonder. The hotel. The Big Innit Hotel, Sam.”

“Do you believe that the prisoner is deserving of being locked up?”

“Yes, yeah, I absolutely do. I think he’s a wrongen. I don’t think he deserves death, though. I should make that very clear. I don’t think he deserves death.”

“What are your prior relations with the prisoner?”

“I think he’s a bastard, he’s ugly, and um...I’d say...We manipulated one another. He...he manipulated me, kind of a bit of the villain, kind of an evil guy, kind of the ‘Dr. Octopus’ of the Dream SMP universe.”

- Tommy puts his items in the locker and they go through.

- Tommy comments on how every traumatic place he’s been in has been made of blackstone.

- Tommy doesn’t need to see Dream, “Unless one of my close friends dies...”

- They make it to the lava wall. The lava descends, and Tommy enters the cell.

- They greet each other. Dream’s lost his clock since the last time Tommy visited, and Tommy cracks a joke.

Dream: “That’s the Tommy I know...”

Dream throws Tommy some potatoes to regen health.

- Dream says he’s happy that Tommy came to visit. It’s been a while. Tommy tells him that it’s his last time visiting. Dream asks why, and insists that he’ll get out eventually.

- Tommy asks about the crying obsidian. Dream explains that it’s a security measure, and he likes to watch it drip.

- Tommy says it’s his last visit again, and the conversation grows more tense as they argue about exile, and Tommy says that he can’t even go into plains biomes now without trembling.

- Tommy then asks about the books he asked Dream to write, to which Dream replies that he burned them.

- Tommy opens the chest and sees the thank you letters. Tommy asks if Dream knows anything about the Egg. Dream doesn’t know much about it.

- The subject of it being Tommy’s final visit comes up again, and Tommy tells Dream that he doesn’t want him in his life anymore, that he ruined L’manburg and almost killed Tubbo.

Dream: “I did bad things, but...everybody thinks they’re right from their perspective.”

Tommy: “That’s not true. That’s not true!”

Dream: “I think I’m right. I did bad things but I did them for good reasons, but I’ve learned, I’ve...I did bad things and I’ve learned that I shouldn’t have done them.”

Tommy: “What good reasons? No, please, enlighten us.”

Dream: “I just wanted a...I just wanted to bring the server together, have it be...a happy family, y’know?”

Tommy: “Bring the server t-- you f-- Dream, you blew up L’manburg, Dream. You tried killing me! You tried killing everyone! You tried hurting people’s loved ones, man, it’s like what the fuck! You’re delusional, man, and I’m fucking sick of it. And I...but I don’t need to go through any of this stress anymore, alright? Because this is me doing this to me now, not you. You’re fine now, you’re locked up now, you’re a bitch. I’m the one that’s giving me the stress here now...but I’m better than that! I’m better than you, alright? So I’m done here.”

“You ruined my past, Dream, but you will NOT ruin my future.”

- Dream continues to insist that he’s changing. All of a sudden, Tommy hears TNT explosions.

Dream: “Sounds like a security issue.”

- Sam disappears. Tommy calls to be let out.

Tommy: “Dream, it hasn’t been an honor knowing you, but it will be an honor forgetting you.”

- The explosions continue.

- Dream says he wrote the 7-days waiver and thinks this might be a security issue, but he doesn’t know what’s going on.

- Dream and Tommy continue to argue.

Tommy: “I KNOW YOU. You haven’t changed! You’re the fuckin’ monster of this server, alright!? Not the Egg, not anything like this, YOU ARE!”

- Tommy only has one life left, so if he dies in here, then he dies for good.

(Dying by the lava wall to get out would be a canon death)

- Tommy panics and starts burning Dream’s books in the lava. And the item frame. Dream takes the rest of the books into his inventory.

- Dream hands him a book and says he could write a story.

- Dream continually insists that he’s changed, and that he didn’t have anything to do with the TNT.

Tommy: “You’ve not changed, you’re the same old...you’re evil. You’re just evil.”

- Sam messages saying the prison is on lockdown, and to hang tight.

- Dream hands Tommy more potatoes, but he doesn’t have many left. They’ll have to wait for the automated refill.

- Tommy asks how long it’ll be. Dream guesses up to a week, like the waiver says.

“Oh no...”

Tommy ends his stream there.

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- Jack logs on to check on the hotel and is confused by where Tommy is. He checks Twitter and finds out that Tommy has been locked in prison. He asks Sam to confirm. Sam tells him that there’s been a security issue and no one is to approach the prison.

- At first, Jack is outraged that his plans have been foiled again. But then he realizes that, with Tommy in prison, he’s now gained ownership of the hotel! He rebrands it to the Big Jack Manifold Hotel.

- Jack goes to rebrand and Sam Nook greets him at the hotel. Sam argues with Jack, not wanting Jack to take ownership.

- Jack speaks with Quackity, telling him that Tommy’s in jail. Quackity talks about how there’s soon to be an established currency: the diamond. Jack agrees to pay two diamonds for leather.

- Eret comes over to the hotel and Quackity and Jack speak with them. They tell Eret about Tommy being in jail. Eret calls it a “hostile takeover of Tommy’s hotel,” but Jack tries to convince him that it was bad for branding for Tommy’s name to be on the hotel.

- Quackity tells Eret that he’s setting up a big gathering for the opening of his business soon.

- Jack and Eret argue about hotel pricing.

- Quackity tells Jack to not be intimidated by competition, and also describes a plan to create a network of easily-accessible roads. He doesn’t like the wooden path, and says that Jack’s hotel would be a good destination for business.

- Quackity questions what Jack will do when Tommy gets out of prison. Jack insists it will be fine.

- Jack works on rebranding.

- He then speaks with Badboyhalo. Bad finds out about Tommy being in jail and is surprised. Jack theorizes that maybe he tried to break Dream out.

- Bad discusses having a room in the hotel. Jack asks for payment.

- Eret comes up with a plan to tax the shit out of everyone.

- Sam starts stream at the prison. He doesn’t know what the explosions were.

- He calls for Bad and Ant, as he’s going to make them guards. They’re part of the Badlands and he trusts them.

- The two arrive. Sam fills them in: Tommy came to visit Dream, as he had already 2 or 3 times, and there was TNT going off near the prison. He needs to figure out what’s happening, but he can’t leave the prison and he can’t be in every place at once, which is where the guards come in.

- He opens Locker 2 since Locker 1 still has Tommy’s stuff in it. Sam then starts filling them in on what each lever does.

- Sam walks them through navigating the prison and then shows them the guard-specific areas like the locker room and stasis chamber.

- Sam then shows them the spawn traps. Ant and Bad set their spawns. Each guard gets three full sets of Netherite, three chances to stop whatever security issue may arise.

- At the end of the next tunnel is something top secret that can’t be showed on-stream.

- He also shows the chest with the waivers, including Ranboo’s in Enderman.

- Sam declares Ant and Bad officially guards. They are happy to finally be employed. Sam says he’s not paying them anything except the satisfaction of knowing they’ll be helping to keep Dream in there.

- Sam, Bad and Ant find Eret’s tax request.

- Ranboo works on building a farm, starting his farmer arc.

- There’s a secret message spelled out in his inventory that reads: “HE IS IN CON(T)ROL.”

Upcoming Events:

- Quackity’s business reveal

- Whatever is going to happen in the prison now...

END OF WEEK RECAP:

2/15 - Ranboo finds his wall signs changed

2/16 - Tommy’s hotel opening, Karl and Sapnap name Kinoko Kingdom

2/17 - Foolish, Ponk and HBomb’s lore, Bad confronts Puffy about the propaganda

2/18 - Bad and Antfrost confront Puffy about the propaganda

2/19 - George vandalizes the prison, Captain Puffy’s Prank Wars

2/20 - Nothing much happens.

2/21 - Tommy gets trapped in prison, Jack and Quackity speak, Eret returns

#dream smp #dream smp recaps #long posts #prison arc

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What are your thoughts on tua S2? Did you feel like the characters grew? What did you like? What did you not? I’m interested in your perspective. Your analysis are super thoughtful and interesting!

Aw, thanks, Anon!

Overall, I really enjoyed S2 and thought it was a solid follow-up to S1. I do have my quibbles about it, so I think (for ease of reference and because my thoughts are a little scattered today) I’ll list some of my personal highlights (in no particular order) before getting into what I didn’t like as much.

Big spoilers ahead.

Allison. I thought they handled her storyline especially well. Of all the siblings, I think she had the most difficult obstacles placed in her way (not only is she a Black woman landing in 1961 Dallas, but she’s a Black woman landing in 1961 Dallas who can’t even speak in her own defense for a year) and they sugarcoated exactly none of it. The writers pulled no punches when showing what civil rights protesters went through, which just made their nonviolent response all the more breathtaking. Allison’s fear and anger during those scenes were palpable even as she kept them hidden. But along with that horror, we see the kindness and warmth of the Dallas Black community, the women who take her in simply because she needs their help, and her love for Ray, perhaps heretofore THE most thoughtful husband ever portrayed on screen. I loved him, and I loved him and Allison together. While I understand and respect his choice to stay in 1963, I wish they’d gotten more time together. They both deserved it.

Vanya. We got to see how much the baggage from her past affected her by glimpsing what she might be like if it were taken away. It’s an interesting philosophical question, and it was explored well, in my opinion. She finds it easier to love and be loved, and she stands up for herself more readily—but she also doesn’t hesitate to use powers she can’t quite control and threatens Five without fully realizing how dire her threat is (or how it might dredge up traumatic memories she doesn’t know exist). The moment where Ben finds her curled up, fully convinced she’s a monster, was heartbreaking. I loved watching her find happiness with Sissy, even if that was fleeting (and dear god, Sissy deserved her happy ending with Vanya, dammit, I don’t care if it would fuck up the timeline). Her patience and sweetness with Harlan were just beautiful. And the way she used the confidence she gained during her amnesia to fully come into her own not to exact revenge on her siblings, but to save them, was fucking phenomenal.

The humor. There was a lot more humor this season, and it was awesome. So many iconic scenes—Olga Foroga, Luther babysitting two homicidal Fives, Elliot awkwardly lecturing his guests on the history of Jello, “NEW TIMELINE NEW ME,” “Your vagina needs glasses,” AJ the fish gobbling up the cigarette bubbles, Five getting to say “fuck”….this season was a lot funnier than the previous one, and I think that was one of its strengths.

Klaus’ cult. It was played for laughs, which I both expected and thought was the best way to handle it. He didn’t want to start a new religion with himself at the center; he just wanted to not get thrown out of any more diners, but Destiny’s Children had other ideas. The “I too am a fraud!” scene was hilarious and tickled the question of whether or not a religion founded on false pretenses can still help those within it find meaning.

Luther. Getting him away from his dad, his siblings, and the Academy was exactly what he needed to become the pure of heart and dumb of ass genius we always knew he was, but his first major step in that direction was heartbreaking. We all knew he’d be rejected once he got to the Academy. We all knew Reginald would rip his heart out and stomp on it in his admittedly fashionable shoes. It gets Luther out on his own and forces him to become his own person apart from his dad, but that doesn’t make it any easier to watch. He got the positive character development he needed, but the catalyst was tragic.

Diego. We see, for the first time, exactly how Reginald kept him in line—not with meds or with PTSD-inducing torture, but with words. Even when he knows Diego as little more than a stranger, Reginald is able to rip off his skin and fling it in his face with a single diatribe; and even at 30, with years away from his dad, Diego is left unable to speak, feeling as if all of his accomplishments up to that point were the work of a dumb kid who thought he was smarter and more capable than he actually was.

Luther and Diego sharing a braincell. Luther has bad ideas. Diego has bad ideas. When they put their bad ideas together, they get terrible ideas. I loved watching them work together as a team, rather than being at each others’ throats for most of the season, even if I’m left hoping Olga Foroga had a pleasant and quiet day after that phone call.

Reginald. At first glance, it may look like the writers were trying to make him likable so they could parade him around as your average abusive-parent-with-a-soft-side. But it’s more nuanced than that. Abusive parents (and abusers in general) often fly under the radar because they fool outsiders into thinking they’re good people. They’re active in their communities. They give to charity. They have friends who attest to their virtue, significant others who think they’re the greatest. And that’s what we see with Reginald. We see him as the rest of the world did: an intelligent, eccentric man with a sharp sense of humor who cared deeply about scientific advancement. That’s how he evaded suspicion—because there were stories from years past of lively parties at his mansion, of what a gentleman he was to Grace and of how he did everything he could to save little Pogo. But those stories would all have come from people he considered his equals. When he’s with people he considers his inferiors—aka, the Umbrella kids—he’s openly condescending and demeaning. We get to see how he fooled the world, and it is chilling.

Elliot. He deserved better, and you can ship him with any one of the Hargreeves kids and get the cutest thing ever.

The Swedes. They said so much while speaking very little.

Ben. He got more personality and screen time, and it was glorious. His love of his family and resentment toward Klaus practically leapt off the screen. The way he says “I’ve missed you all…so much” once they’ve all left was one of those right-in-the-feels moments; and watching him get so much of what he’s wanted for years when he possesses Klaus was beautiful.

Now, as for things I took issue with….

Ben. I understand why they ended his arc the way they did. I get that they were probably afraid the Klaus/Ben dynamic would grow stale if they didn’t change it somehow and wanted to give him a larger role in S3. His death(???) was heartbreaking and extremely well-done. But it also wasn’t foreshadowed. We never got any sense of what ghosts in the TUA ‘verse are, so the fact they can be destroyed by a ton of sound-turned-energy or by going too far into someone’s psyche or whatever happened….it’s not that it doesn’t make sense so much as there’s not enough evidence to determine whether or not it makes sense. It feels like the writers just kinda made that up so they’d have a reason to change Ben’s relationship dynamics, but if that’s the case, couldn’t they have done it another way? Couldn’t they have made it so the immense energy or psychic woo-woo or whatever gave him a power-up instead of destroying him? Vanya transferred some of her energy into Harlan and brought him back to life. Couldn’t something similar have happened with Ben? And if it tied him to Vanya as well as to Klaus, great! More fodder for angst and humor! (”Vannyyyyyyyy, stop hogging Ben!” “You got him for 17 years, Klaus, you can part with him for 20 minutes.” “Guys, don’t I get a say in this?”) I’m glad they didn’t write him out of the series entirely, but I still wish they’d kept him and all the character development he’d gotten throughout S2.

Episode 10. It looks like they tried to cram half a season’s worth of developments into 45 minutes. Twenty minutes in, I’d already said “Wait what the fuck” half a dozen times. A lot of those moments were explained later on, and I was able to make enough inferences to fill in any lingering plot holes, but…still. Too much stuff, too little time. E9 was a perfectly satisfying ending to the season. Yes, it leaves the siblings stranded in 1963, but they could’ve tied up those loose ends in the S3 premiere.

Lila. She’s an incredibly fun character, but her arc is kind of a mess. Most of that is due to E10, and I do feel that more time to let her arc breathe would’ve worked wonders, but I’m left feeling like her turn from “Handler is the best mom ever and I lurve Diego too” to “KILL DIEGO AND HIS EVIL FAMILY” to “Handler is a bad mom and Diego is right” happened too quickly.

The Commission. Okay, so, the Handler announces the entire Board has been killed, and she’s stepping in as director even though everyone appears to know she’s been demoted (and demoted pretty severely—she went from having an office bigger than some apartments to being a case management drone). There’s suspicion and lots of it. But then, La Resistance is….ten or so people in a single room? And when she calls the temps agents to her side, thousands of them show up ready and willing to fight and die? I dunno. Just seems like there should’ve been more splintering going on there. Again, I think they needed more time to tie everything up.

Aside from those complaints, I loved the season. I set aside most of a day to binge it, and I do not regret that decision at all.

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stargaze-sunflower · 4 years

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I really loved Dewey and Louie together in the finale, so I wrote something that could’ve happened off-screen :]

Louie has a bit of a panic attack here, so be aware of that. Also there are spoilers for The Last Adventure.

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The series finale of Ottoman Empire was not more important than finding FOWL, or dealing with Webby’s clones, or making sure that his family was going to be safe, but it was a lot easier and less stressful of a thing to focus on. There were too many angles for this one, and they were bouncing around his brain like the ball in a pinball machine, giving him a headache and keeping him in a constant state of heightened anxiety. He was overwhelmed, simply put, and all he wanted was to settle down and watch his favorite show.

Dewey was there, and that helped, even though his brother was more keen on adventuring than Louie was. Dewey was there, and he stayed, even when it became obvious that Webby was up to something, even though he had to be curious about the mysteries that were currently unfolding in the mansion. Dewey stayed and watched his show with him, and got emotionally invested right along with him, and that meant the world to Louie, even if he didn’t say it out loud.

And then Huey had barged in, out of breath and ranting about evil clones, and Louie just spared a moment to thank the universe for letting him at least finish his show first.

Webby had overheard, and she’d been understandably upset, but it still hurt to know that she was angry with them. She’d mentioned how they should understand wanting to know more about their family, and finding long lost members of it, and man, he did, but it wasn’t that simple. Della returning hadn’t been all sunshine and rainbows. It hadn't been an evil-clones-stealing-powerful-artifacts situation, but it hadn’t exactly been easy, either. Webby knew that. Webby was ignoring that. Webby was just thrilled to have sisters.

It made him feel a little more isolated, since apparently he really was the only one who seemed to have trouble accepting new family members. Huey and Dewey had accepted Della, and now Webby was welcoming her genetic twins with open arms and a bleeding heart. It brought up the memories of how alone he’d felt, back when everyone was excited for Della to be home and he couldn’t seem to get a grip and just be happy like everyone else was. He had been to only one to hesitate.

It struck him then that Webby was going through the same thing, but in reverse. No one else was ready to accept the clones as her family, and no one shared her opinion, and so Webby was alone in her feelings, just as Louie had been.

After Webby left the room, Louie and his brothers sat in silence for a minute or two, the ending credits of Ottoman Empire playing quietly in the background.

Eventually, Huey sighed and stood up, twisting his hat anxiously in his hands.

“I’m gonna go talk to her,” Huey said, worry in his voice. “I don’t— I didn’t mean to make her upset.”

“We know,” Louie said gently, and Huey quirked a thankful half-smile in his direction.

“I’ll be right back,” Huey said, and then he left.

Louie and Dewey shared a weighted, concerned look, because sometimes it felt like their family was falling apart, and it reminded them that it had happened before. They’d grown up on a houseboat with only each other and Uncle Donald to call family, and that was because adventure had torn Scrooge and Della and Donald apart. Sometimes, in his darkest moments, Louie felt like the same could happen to them at any time. Usually, though, he had faith that his relationship with his brothers was stronger than that. Or at least, he had hope.

Louie sighed quietly, and then he noticed something out of the corner of his eye – something that he wasn’t expecting – and he blinked in surprise.

Huey had left his JWG behind. He never left that book behind. He slept with the thing, for crying out loud; he kept it on the bathroom sink when he showered. Huey must’ve been really out of it and distracted, to have forgotten it like this. It made Louie’s chest tighten, for some unexplainable reason; it made him worry.

Louie turned to Dewey with the book in his hand, and Dewey’s brow furrowed slightly when he saw it, even as he huffed a laugh.

“Guess we finally know what gets Huey to leave it behind,” Dewey said, amusement not quite managing to conceal the undertone of concern.

“I guess so,” Louie replied, and he stared down at the book in his hands for a few long seconds. “Should we…Should we take it to him? We should, right?”

Dewey shrugged, seemingly nonchalant, and stood up too quickly to be casual.

“Yeah, probably,” he said. “I want to check on Webby anyways.”

“Yeah,” Louie repeated, seeing the half-truth for what it was, and they left the room to go find them.

They looked in a few different places in the mansion, lightly teasing each other the whole time, trying to ignore the faint dread rising within them. And it wasn’t too hard, but then they walked into Webby’s room – destroyed, messy, signs of struggle, open window, escape route – and everything came crashing over them. They stood with wide eyes, unmoving in the doorway, almost afraid to go farther in. The JWG in the pocket of his hoodie suddenly felt heavier.

Webby was gone.

Webby was gone, and Huey was gone, and no one had been here to stop FOWL from taking them. No one had even noticed yet. Although maybe it had just happened? But that was almost worse, because it meant that they had been just barely too late to help. And where was everyone else? What if they’d all been taken, too? What if it was just him and Dewey left all alone just because Louie had wanted to watch Ottoman Empire?

Realizing that he was spiraling at an alarming rate, he shook his head and braced himself with a hand on the doorknob.

“They’re gone,” Louie heard himself say, and he shook his head again, trying to dislodge his own heartbeat from the inside of his ears.

“It—They can’t have been gone for long?” Dewey said, sounding baffled and scared. “We just saw Huey. We just— He—"

Louie backed slowly out of the room, feeling like every second that he looked at it was making him panic more and more.

“I’ve gotta— I’m gonna go look for the others,” Louie told Dewey, and his brother gave him a single nod and a quick pat on the shoulder.

“I’ll look for clues here,” Dewey said, voice shaking a little, and Louie turned to race down the hallway, heart pounding and breaths coming unevenly.

He burst into room after room, and when he finally found someone, he almost missed it.

Scrooge was lying unconscious on the floor, and Louie couldn’t breathe – he could hardly think. There was something extremely terrifying about the great Scrooge McDuck knocked out and curled up on the ground. It finally made things feel real, and scary, and impossibly big and loud. Webby was missing, his big brother was missing, and his Uncle had been bested.

Louie tried for several minutes to wake Scrooge, his voice getting shakier and shakier with each plea. His hands were trembling as he reached out to shake his Uncle’s shoulder, just like he used to do to Uncle Donald when he was little and had a nightmare and he was asking to sleep in his uncle’s bed—

Louie was crying, he realized, and he was hyperventilating, and he slid down into a hunched position on the floor and tried to get ahold of himself. His hands were shaking violently, and every now and then a full body shudder would travel from his aching, heaving chest throughout the rest of him. His lungs hurt, and he felt like he was getting too much oxygen and not enough at the same time, and he just wanted everything to be okay. Why was everything always going wrong?

He shoved his hands into the pocket of his hoodie, hoping to stifle their shaking, but he was met with the hard surface of Huey’s JWG. He pulled it out of his pocket almost desperately, and a new wave of tears poured out of his eyes and as soon as he laid eyes on it. His vision blurred, and Louie curled up further, his knees almost to his forehead and the JWG clutched tightly to his chest. He was so, so tired of the world falling apart. And he wished his family didn’t have to always be at the center of it.

The already open door to the room Louie was in banged against the wall suddenly, and he jumped almost a foot in the air, his head snapping up to meet Dewey’s bewildered gaze as his brother entered the room.

“Louie? What’s—” Dewey’s worried voice cut off as his eyes landed on the unconscious form of Scrooge. “Oh.”

Louie frantically wiped at his face with one hand, still holding the book tightly in the other. Dewey came closer, his eyes bouncing between him and Scrooge.

“Is he— Will he wake up?” Dewey asked, and Louie shrugged, his breath hitching as he tried desperately to blink tears from his eyes.

“I don’t— I tried but— but he won’t— He—” Louie cut himself off with a gasping breath, hyperaware of the oxygen flowing haltingly in and out of his lungs.

“Hey, it’s okay, Louie. It’s fine.” Dewey was kneeling in front of him suddenly, grabbing one of his hands in a gentle hold, looking at him with eyes that were worried, but reassuring. “We’ll be okay.”

“How can you say that?” Louie asked quietly, breaking eye contact to stare at the JWG in his lap. “Webby and Huey are missing, and Uncle Scrooge is unconscious, and— and Uncle Donald is going to leave and he might have left already—”

“And none of that is forever,” Dewey interrupted, with his trademark determination and optimism. “We’re going to get Webby and Huey back, and Uncle Scrooge will wake up, and you know that Uncle Donald would never leave when we need him. If he’s left already, he’ll be coming right back the second he hears what happened.”

Louie leaned his head tiredly against Dewey’s, sighing deeply and nodding, his breaths finally slowing down and evening out a little.

“And you’ve still got me,” Dewey added, smiling a bit. “For whatever that’s worth.”

“It’s worth a lot,” Louie said, nudging his brother in the side. “And you’ve got me, too. We’ve got each other.”

“Yeah,” Dewey agreed, and they both looked down at the JWG sitting innocently in Louie’s lap, unaware that it’s owner was in the hands of the enemy.

“He said he’d be right back,” Louie said quietly, feeling small and young, and Dewey squeezed the hand that he was still holding lightly.

“And we’re gonna hold him to it,” Dewey said, though his voice trembled. “He just might need some help, this time.”

“Well, he’s always helping us,” Louie said, newfound purpose growing into tentative confidence. “It’s about time we return the favor.”

Dewey grinned at him, a little shaky around the edges but otherwise unbreakable, and Louie couldn’t help but smile back, even though it was with less enthusiasm.

“Ducks don’t back down,” Dewey said, and Louie huffed a short laugh, which made Dewey smile wider.

Usually, Huey helped Louie when he panicked like this, but it turned out that Dewey wasn’t half bad at it, either. Maybe it was a triplet thing, or maybe he just loved and trusted his brothers enough that they knew him like the back of their hand. Either way, Louie was incredibly thankful, and he felt extremely lucky to have them, and deeply happy that they loved and trusted him in return.

“Ducks don’t back down,” Louie repeated, and he gave the JWG one last look before sliding it back into his hoodie pocket.

Next to them, Scrooge made a muffled groggy sound of pain, and Louie and Dewey shared a determined look.

“Let’s go find the others,” Louie said, new hope in his voice as he stood and helped Dewey to his feet. “We’re gonna get our siblings back.”

And Dewey could hardly disagree with that.

#ducktales #ducktales fanfiction #ducktales fanfic #my fic #ducktales spoilers #dt spoilers #dewey duck #huey duck #louie duck #so i wrote this after rewatching the finale today jaksjfhk #i hope you guys like it!!#Its mostly Dewey and Louie #because i wanted more of that dynamic in the show #and because i love writing them #Anyway JAkdjhskda enjoy! :D

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darkeninganon · 3 years

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Heyo! Back at it again with Ghost Dream (Gream). He has a little weirdness happen in this chapter, mostly because my brain just yeeted off to Pluto. I don’t think I need any Trigger warnings, I mean... Tommy gets a little shaken up emotionally, but beyond that, this is a pretty safe chapter.

Gream smiled, setting up the final blocks to complete the diorama on the table. It had taken many days, but finally Gream had completed it, with the help of Tubbo, Ranboo, and Tommy. It was an exact replica of the server. Well, with a few changes. Some places had no walls, and the building in place of the prison was nothing more than an obsidian box surrounded by red and orange string. There were also the dolls, almost exact replicas of the people of the SMP.

Almost.

Tomothy had a blue sweater on, instead of whatever the real Tommy was wearing. William was grey-skinned, had no white streak, and was wearing a yellow sweater. Prezbo was wearing a classy suit, reflecting his position of power. Lethe was wearing a cloak and bandages over his eyes. Gream even made one like himself, naming it "Nightmare", it lacked a mask though. He was not about to try and figure out how to make a doll-sized mask. There were so many more as well: A centaur-like creature named "The Warden" sat on top of the prison box, a tall cloaked figure standing in a sandy area along with many other smaller ones, including a fox man; most notably was a figure in a bloody suit with crooked eyes, a pink scar slashing vertically through one, a beanie, a gold tooth, and a square smile. "Fangs", "Raev", "Sir"....

Gream shook his head, fear and dread creeping up his spine and making his stomach roll. He sighed, setting the dolls down after inspecting them. Raev was his favorite in the group; Gream had given him bright orange hair and a smile, plus a cute green-black suit. It clashed with the hair and fur, but Gream didn't mind, it was kind of cute in a way.

Gream continued to just stare at the little scene, sitting cross-legged as he took it all in. All of these characters were related, their stories tied together in some way. Gream reached over, pulling Nightmare from the little brick house he stood on and placing the doll in the cell The Warden stood on. That was where Nightmare belonged.

Gream spun to look at the door as the floor creaked, Tommy looming in the doorway, staring at the ghost.

"Hey there. Your table is finally done?" The teen asked, stepping into the room and over to the table. He wouldn't deny, it made him nervous; it was a replica of the SMP with New L'Manburg, the oldest version of the Community House, and the maximum security cell of the prison, plus Snowchester and Las Nevadas. It was like the server had been spliced between several time periods. "Looks good."

Gream looked back at the table, nodding. "Thanks. I also made the dolls." Gream motioned to them. He noticed Tommy tense, specifically when looking at the one in the prison. "That's Nightmare. He belongs in jail."

Tommy knew Dream was... quiet, to put it lightly, but he had never seen Gream do the same. "Yeah, and why's that?" he asked, sitting next to the ghost.

"He did a lot of bad things." Gream grabbed the doll, pulling it from the "jail" to look at it more.

"Well... sometimes people do bad things for a good reason-"

"That doesn't make it okay. Nightmare did a lot of bad things. He wanted to have a family... He wanted Tomothy to be his little brother, but Tomothy chose William, and William was a megalomaniacle dick to everyone, even Nightmare. But then William died and things got better." Gream placed Nightmare back in the cell. "But... William managed to convince Tomothy that Nightmare was evil, and Nightmare saw people drifting apart because he gave Prezbo a test, and Prezbo failed it." He grabbed the two dolls, holding them close. He then placed Prezbo back in the town he had built, placing Tomothy in a bare plains-like area with wooden fort-like walls around him. "Prezbo kicked Tomothy out of their home because Nightmare got mad and threatened the town. Then, Nightmare tried to... twist? Corrupt? No, neither of those words work..."

Tommy's breath hitched, and it took a moment for him to speak; "Manipulate?" His voice pitched up. Fuck, he really had to get that under control. It was such a tell.

Gream looked to Tommy, nodding solemnly. "Yeah. Nightmare tried to manipulate Tomothy into liking him. Like William had done when alive. Instead, Tomothy just hated him more." Gream picked up another doll, rolling it around. "Then, Nightmare asked for Lethe's help. A favor. Lethe needed to protect the server, but he had to forget everything unless there was actual danger. A True threat. They cast some... spell or something, and Lethe forgot." Gream placed the doll in the area that looked like Snowchester, and now Tommy could see who it looked like: Ranboo. "there is a way to reverse it, but... I don't know if Lethe knows it."

Tommy watched, listened. It was so obvious who was meant to be who. It was like Gream... Wait... "Hey, so... you said Nightmare wanted a family, right?"

"Yeah."

"So... he made everyone think he was evil... and now he's in jail, yeah?"

"That's right. Mostly. He is in jail."

"Well... did... I mean, how did he get in there?"

Tommy watched as Gream seemed to think, staying silent and still before grabbing "Nightmare" from his cell. "Well... everyone teamed up against him. But... even though he'd never see anyone again, he was happy."

"Why?"

"Because, they were finally a family." Gream placed the little doll back in the cell. His voice was soft, wistful.

Tommy nodded. "Pardon me." He stood and left, Gream nodding to show he had heard. Tommy barely made it to the stairs, clinging to the railing as he finally broke. Gream was... He wasn't just playing out his memories, he was sharing what he felt and his thoughts at the time. Dream was... Jealous? No, that didn't excuse his actions, at all! He was still worse than... But... No, he wasn't. Dream was just more physical, less mental.

Tommy took out his communicator, sending a message to Tubbo and Ranboo: We need to talk. Meet me at Snowchester. Bring the others Ranboo. Tommy grit his teeth. He couldn't let Wilbur near Gream. Wilbur would see Gream as an easy mark, and likely a way into Las Nevadas. Sure, seeing Dream's version of everyone on the SMP was unnerving, but it was even more unnerving that he has so perfectly replicated Quackity and Las Nevadas. Quackity who was likely the reason Gream even existed in the first place, and also someplace Dream had never seen. Gream probably didn't even know he had done that.

Tommy swung open the front door, hoping to meet the others right at the tunnel; nearly smacking right into Wilbur. Fuck.

"Tommy! There you are! Now, look, I know me and Quackity were a bit intense-"

"Not now Wilbur."

"Okay, but hear me out! We need so much more stone, and more importantly, we need to team up with-"

"I have more important things to worry about here."

"It'll just take a moment! We team up with Tubbo and Ranboo and let them expand into our land right by Las Nevadas, and-"

"I'll talk to you about it later, alright?"

"Alright, but real quick, We also need to come up with a plan to get Dream out of Prison-" Tommy tensed, unseen by Wilbur; "Because, you know, he has that book that brought me back. God, imagine how useful that'll be! No more death ever! We can fight for eternity and no one can stop-"

Wilbur's head was snapped to the side. Tommy had punched him. "He's not a fucking tool you can just lock up once you're done using him! What the fuck man?!" Wilbur groaned, rubbing his jaw as he slowly turned to look at Tommy, clearly wanting to say something, but too shocked to do so. "You will... never get the revive book, or the power it holds... Dream is... I hope Sam kills you again." Tommy turned away from Wilbur, storming over to the tunnel. He knew Wilbur was following silently behind, confused and desperate to say something, to get to the bottom of why Tommy just punched him.

Tommy stood by the tunnel, furious. Sure, Dream was a dick, and everything would have been solved if Dream had just talked to Tommy, but at the same time... Asking Gream more about Nightmare would shed some light. But he needed everyone else to show up first, to see what Gream was doing. Tommy tapped his foot, staring at the sky as they waited for everyone else.

Ranboo burst from the tunnel, trident in hand, panicked expression, netherite on. "What's going on?!" Someone crashed into the poor half enderman, causing him to make that distinct noise of an enderman in pain as they crashed to the ground.

"Shit! Sorry-" Phil couldn't complete his apology as the rest on the Syndicate tumbled out of the hyper tunnel, crashing into each other.

Tommy snorted, trying his hardest not to laugh as the four people untangled themselves. Ah yes, the most fearsome group on the server, couldn't navigate a hyper tunnel. Tommy lost it as Tubbo came speeding out of the tunnel with a scream, crashing into his platonic husband and causing Ranboo to let out another pained enderman noise. Something about Ranboo yelling like an enderman was just so funny to Tommy, surely he was cursing in the language of the End.

"What did you want to talk to us about, Tommy?" Niki cut in, her usually calm voice cold, snapping Tommy out of his laughing fit.

"Right, uh... Let’s walk and talk, yeah? It's a little tough to explain." Tommy lead the group to the mansion, casting a quick glare at Wilbur. "So, you all know about Gream, yeah? Of course you do, anyways, he was building and working on a table to play games with when it comes to spending time with Big Mike, since neither are really allowed to leave due to safety." Tommy glanced back, making sure everyone was following along; Techno and Wilbur looked completely lost, while Niki looked confused but was clearly listening. "So, the thing about this table, more importantly the dolls he made for the table, is that they're... well... This is going to sound really weird, but it’s everyone and everywhere on the server. You’ll see." Tommy pointed to the door, and everyone crowded around to peer into the room.

Gream sat by the table, looming over it. Even with the cursed mask on, it was clear he was concentrating hard on something. The table and dolls had his full attention. Tommy motioned for everyone to linger back, hiding just outside the door-frame; before he walked in, he let out a quiet cough to not startle Gream. The ghost looked up at the noise, spotting Tommy and nodding at the teen.

"Hey Gream. I... actually had a question for you about that uh... Nightmare character." Tommy carefully walked up to the table, pulling the doll from the cell.

"Well, ask then."

Tommy smiled nervously, fidgeting with the toy. "Well... You said he did bad things because he was angry... jealous, actually. Um, why didn't he just talk it out?" It was such a huge risk, and for all Tommy knew, this could make Gream angry and have the ghost snap like he did back at his house.

Gream was silent, perking up as if thinking about something. Finally, he sighed. "Nightmare... Nightmare can't figure out his emotions... and he doesn't like talking about them... Someone... Hurt him once, someone he loved. It’s something I understand, but... you prefer talking about things, right?"

Tommy was quiet, frozen. "What?"

"I..." Gream pulled on the edges of his mask, a puddle of acid began to form under him. "Ever since the incident with Jack and Puffy I... Tommy, you're not telling me the truth, are you? No one is!"

Tommy flinched. He could hear netherite armor being thrown on behind him, but he took a breath, relaxing as he placed the doll back in the cell. "You're right. I haven't been honest. But-" Tommy held his hand up as Gream glared at him; "But I have my reasons. Nightmare... He did bad things for a good reason... He knew he'd go into jail for it, didn't he?"

Gream was silent, thinking again before nodding.

"That's why he asked Lethe for a favor. Well... People do bad things for good reasons all the time. I'm... withholding information from you for some very good reasons. It's not just for your safety, it's also for me. The things I'm keeping from you... they're things I don't like talking about, ever." Tommy sighed, running a hand through his hair. It sucked having to try to explain it, but now... Now they'll get to see things from Dream's view... something that no one was interested in before-

"Dream died?!"

Tommy cringed as he was reminded that Wilbur was there. "Yes, Dream died. Congradu-"

Wilbur shoved Tommy out of the way, grabbing Gream's hand and shaking it vigorously. "It's amazing to meet you! You and I were such- Oh man, we had so much fun together! I was... What was the word again? Oh yeah! I was your vassal! You helped me blow-"

Tommy shoved Wilbur away. "Alright, enough! Leave the poor guy alone!" Tommy stood between Wilbur and the ghost, Gream didn't need to know that he helped destroy L’Manburg or was a traitor or anything like that. Wait... Tommy shook his head. Dream was never really on their side.

"You... I don't like you."

"I'm.... What? What do you-"

"You're a megalomaniac aren't you?" Gream crossed his arms, glaring at Wilbur from behind his mask. "You... You were... Why do I hate you?" Gream turned away, pacing around until he looked to the table. He grabbed Nightmare and William, setting them up along with Tomothy on a hill. He stared at them, gently fiddling with Nightmare as he stayed quiet.

Wilbur went to go say something, but Tommy stopped him, staring intently at the ghost.

"You could have been a good leader... But I don't want to be a good leader. I hate you so much, I'm going to be worse than ram man... I will tear this place apart because I hate you... Tomothy gave up everything and you gave up nothing, you are going to get him killed..."

Gream removed Tomothy, setting him up with Prezbo on top of an obsidian wall. "Can't we all just be a family... No, you're the bad guy... but why?" Gream stopped, picking up Nightmare and holding him close. "But why?"

#Gream #Ghost Dream #mcytg/t #mcyt g/t #Gream is trying to remember things #but he doesn't see himself/Dream/Who Dream Became as the same #So if he were to ever make a ''pre-wilbur'' version of himself #he'd call it Dream as opposed to Nightmare #I was super creative with names wasn't I? XD #He also references the incident with George #angst

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reinerispretty · 4 years

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rotations. (zuko x f!reader) pt15

hehehe hiiii thank you so much for reading!! i hope you guys enjoyed the last part and this one! :) this one is more of a filler chapter!! we’ll get back to the good stuff in the next one :D

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“I wanted to say sorry, again. When I left the Fire Nation, I didn’t want to see you because I didn’t want to see your disappointment. I was worried that maybe your father had said something that had made you change your mind about me.”

(Y/N) had taken time bathing herself that night. The houses of the royal families were incredibly elaborate, so each room had its own bathroom. The water that ran from the taps was cold, since usually there was at least one firebending servant that would run around to heat the water. That night, (Y/N) was the firebending servant for her friends. Once she had heated everyone’s water, she trudged up the stairs to her own bathroom and began preparing her bath.

It had been a long time since she had had a bubblebath. Luckily, she remembered where the servants used to put the soap and added an outrageous amount of hot water in the tub. Once the bubbles were to her liking, she slid inside and released a content sigh.

The events of the day had eased the turmoil in her heart. While she was still recovering from the hurt that Zuko had caused her, the anger had subsided tremendously. (Y/N) could feel the tension that had been in her muscles ever since Zuko joined their group ease away as the hot water seeped into her skin.

She didn’t know how long she had been in there, but the moon was high by the time she stepped out to dry herself off. She took one of the fluffy robes from the closet and wrapped herself in it. It felt a bit stiff, like it hadn’t been worn in a while, but it gave her some comfort. It reminded her of home.

A knock resounded against the wood door to her bedroom. Quickly, she opened it, revealing Zuko standing awkwardly in the hallway.

“Oh,” she said. “Hi.” She still felt guilty from their fight earlier. She had gotten so angry and lost control, something she had never done before. She felt no better than the Fire Lord himself.

“Hi,” Zuko said. He looked past her and into her room. “I noticed you picked your old room.”

“Yeah, it’s the only one that felt comfortable.” She gave Zuko a weak smile. “Don’t tell Aang that he’s in Azula’s.”

Zuko laughed his raspy, beautiful laugh. (Y/N’s) heart felt uncomfortable in her chest. Like it had grown too big.

“It’s weird,” she continued. “Being back here. Everything was so different the last time I was here.”

“Yeah,” Zuko agreed. “I know the feeling.” She knew that the last time he had been here was when he was still with Mai. He had visited the island with her, Azula, and Ty Lee. A reunion had happened, of sorts. Minus (Y/N). “Can I...come in?”

She nodded, stepping to the side. He walked directly to the chair in front of the vanity, which was all the way across the room from where she would go to sit on her bed. The distance between them felt like miles.

“My father could never do that, Zuko.”

“I know. And I think back then, I knew that too. But then I saw you with the Avatar, and we didn’t have the reunion that I wanted. It just made me so mad that you were fighting with the person that was preventing me from going home. I was so angry after we would fight. I felt like you were picking him over me. Then in Ba Sing Se, when you came to visit, I know I didn’t look like it, but I was so happy that day. But then underneath the palace, you were fighting against Azula and I. I had worked it into my head that you and Uncle were traitors. The entire time that I was back home and you were in prison, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had done something wrong. I walked around the halls of the palace and it all felt fake, like something was missing. Now I realize that I had been wrong about everything. While I know it doesn’t excuse it, I wanted to tell you again how sorry I am.”

(Y/N) blinked at him. She wasn’t quite sure what to say. Never in a million years would the Zuko she knew have expressed his thoughts so clearly. A lot had happened to them, to the both of them, since they had last been together like this. He had grown and changed into someone who learned from his mistakes and sought to rectify his wrongs. She hadn’t let herself see that when he first joined them.

“I forgive you.” Her voice was soft, but her gaze was piercing. Zuko felt like she was staring straight into his soul. “I’m sorry for being so mean to you when you first got here.”

“You had every right to be.”

“I didn’t, though. Even when I was at my angriest with you, I couldn’t truly believe that you were evil. Believe me, I tried. Everything that you did to hurt my friends and I should’ve made me hate you, but it didn’t. I think that it made me mad that I couldn’t fully be mad at you.” She bent her head down and looked at her hands. “I should have never, ever challenged you to an Agni Kai, Zuko. I was just so upset and once I started saying it, I just couldn’t stop. I would never actually want to hurt you.”

“I know, (Y/N).” They stood at the same time. “It’s nice to be here. With you. When I was here before it felt...” He trailed off, leaving his sentence incomplete.

She smiled. “As surprising as this sounds, it’s good to be back.” Zuko smiled.

“I’ll uh, be in my room if you need me.” She nodded, shutting the door behind him as he walked out. She dressed in her pajamas and crawled into bed, turning on the side to face the empty wall. If she pretended hard enough, she was a kid again. Life was easy and all she had to worry about was mastering her newest firebending move.

When she came downstairs the next day, Sokka was practically begging the entire group to go see a play about their lives. “C’mon!” He said. “It’ll be fun. We deserve to live a little!”

And while the last thing (Y/N) wanted was to watch a play about herself, she came along anyway. It would be a lot better than sitting in the beach house by herself. The old memories that came flooding back whenever she turned a corner were too much sometimes.

Despite coming to the island nearly every summer when she was younger, (Y/N) had never been to the theater. Her father and Zuko’s were always far too busy to deal with such frivolous things (meaning their children).

They had chosen balcony seating, but who to sit next to was a serious question that was bothering (Y/N). The only open seats were by either Zuko and Sokka and while her relationships were improving with both, she wasn’t sure if she could spend two hours sat next to them. So she grabbed Aang by the shoulders and shoved him down into the seat next to Zuko. She took her own seat on the other side of Aang.

“Thank you,” She whispered to him as the lights dimmed. Aang furrowed his brows in confusion and then shrugged.

At the start of the play, (Y/N) was enjoying herself. Aang’s actor portrayed him as an idealistic child, which made her laugh. Katara’s character was always wailing about hope and Sokka’s was a bit cringy, but so was Sokka. But then, her character appeared on-stage.

The actress portraying her tripped over her baggy Earth Kingdom clothes as she stumbled into Sokka’s character. “Wow,” Fake (Y/N) swooned, her eyes wide. “You’re so handsome!”

(Y/N) shrank into her seat, hiding her face from her friends as they turned to look at her.

“I live an amazing life up in my father’s mansion in this city. I have everything I could have ever asked for, but I am very selfish!” Her character smiled and put her hands on her hips. “That’s why I’ve decided to betray the Fire Nation and help the Avatar!”

The audience booed at her. Throughout the rest of the play, all her character did was cry over how unfairly she had been treated by her nation. “And then!” Her character exclaimed. “They gave me bananas instead of the apples I had ordered from the servants!” Fake (Y/N) burst into tears. She did that a lot.

When her character and Zuko’s encountered each other, her character burst into tears again. “Zuko! My one true love, who was taken away from me by the wretched Fire Nation! I am so happy to see you!” Her character leaned in for a kiss, but he pushed her face away.

“I don’t talk to traitors!” Zuko’s character declared. This made Fake (Y/N) cry even harder.

“Why--doesn’t--h-he---want--m-me?” Her character said between sobs.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and was so thankful when intermission arrived. She was the first out of her seat and waited outside the theater for her friends.

“Wow!” Sokka said as he exited the theater. “That play’s amazing. So accurate! Except, my guy could use a few pointers.”

“Accurate?” Katara scoffed, crossing her arms. “I beg to differ. My character is nothing like me.”

“Sure,” Toph snorted.

“I agree with Katara,” (Y/N) said, her face contorted into a frown. “I’m not anything like that character.”

“Are you sure about that?” Toph asked with a smirk. (Y/N) punched her in the arm, her face turning red as she glanced at Zuko. He gave her a small smile.

The play was all lies and she knew that. It took the most exciting parts of their adventures and amplified them for the stage. She knew she didn’t cry that much and she certainly had never called Zuko her one true love. Not out loud, at least.

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Secret Marriage

Pairing: Sirius Black x reader

Summary: Reader and Sirius try to keep their marriage a secret, but it’s hard to keep secrets from Harry and the Order of the Phoenix.

Warnings: none

***

Keeping secrets from the Order was much more difficult than you and Sirius had anticipated. It was bad enough that you hadn’t invited any of them to your impromptu wedding, but you felt awful for keeping your marriage to Sirius a secret. The only person that had been invited was Dumbledore, and he had served as both the officiant and witness.

“Nobody can know that we’re married. It’s too much of a risk if one of us gets captured. I won’t have any death eaters touching a hair on your pretty little head because they know about us,” Sirius said, cupping your cheek and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Can’t we at least tell Harry? He’s your godson, and I’m sure he won’t tell anyone,” you replied.

“If he’s anything like his father, he’s terrible at keeping secrets,” Sirius said. You laughed and leaned into his chest.

“I wish they could’ve been there,” you muttered.

“Me too, love. But I’m sure they were watching, wherever they are.”

The first time that your marriage was almost discovered was your fault.

You had just returned to Grimmauld Place from a mission that left you awake for two days. It was second nature to put your wedding band on after you had showered, and you forgot entirely that you were wearing it when you went down to the kitchen for a snack. You smiled at Remus as you prepared yourself a cup of tea.

“Hey, Moony. Anything good in the paper for once?” you asked.

“The usual. More disappearances and deaths. Looks like Ireland’s quidditch team is doing better this year, though,” he replied.

“Sirius and I have a bet going. They better not win the season,” you said, raising your mug to your lips.

You didn’t understand why Remus was staring at your left hand until you looked at it yourself. He raised a knowing eyebrow as you slammed your mug down and tucked your hand behind your back.

“Something you’re not telling me, Y/N?” he asked.

“No! It’s just a promise ring, that’s all,” you replied.

“Glad that my wedding invitation wasn’t lost in the post,” Remus said, reopening the newspaper and leaning back in his chair. You sent him a guilty smile and made a mental note to look up a spell that could hide your ring while it was on your finger.

***

The second time that your marriage was almost discovered was Sirius’ fault.

Sirius was the best secret keeper you knew, even when he was drunk—you had complete confidence that whatever you told him, he would take it to the grave. But Sirius hadn’t been this drunk since Hogwarts.

Order parties were rare. The only time that every single member was able to be at headquarters at the same time was around the holidays. Even then, it was difficult to have a party with all members present—evil didn’t stop because St. Nicholas threatened coal. But for Sirius’ birthday, everyone decided that it could wait, even for just a few hours.

“I love you all so much!” Sirius yelled, his cheeks rosy as he went around to every member of the Order and gave them tight hugs. His mug of butterbeer sloshed dangerously, and even spilled down the backs of some people’s cloaks, but nobody seemed to mind all that much. Not even Moody, who simply laughed and clinked his flask against Sirius’ cup.

You smiled and leaned against the fireplace, watching Sirius run around like a child. It had been a while since you had seen him so happy and carefree. You glanced down at your left hand and your bare ring finger, and your smile slowly slipped. You knew why your marriage had to remain a secret, and had accepted the fact that it was to keep you and the people you loved safe. But a part of you wanted to be selfish, just this once, and yell from the rooftops that you were married to your best friend.

“Y/N! My love! Why so sad?” Sirius slurred. He placed his drink down clumsily on the mantle and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“I’m not sad,” you replied. Sirius squinted and ran his gaze across your face.

“Yes, you are. You’re doing that pouty thing I hate. I can’t have my wife sad on my birthday!” he exclaimed. You shushed him and put a finger over his lips as you glanced around the room—nobody seemed to have heard. Sirius giggled and kissed your fingertip, nipping at it playfully.

“Keep your voice down! I’m just sad because I wanted to wear my wedding ring tonight, that’s all,” you muttered.

“You can wear it later. That can be the only-”

You laughed and shoved Sirius’ face away from yours. He gave you a mischievous smile and turned dramatically to face the room.

“Attention, everyone! Like I said before, I love you all. You’re all very special to me, but…none of you are as special as my dear Y/N. She is the woman of my dreams, my other half, and the only person who somehow puts up with me. I don’t know how I convinced her to marry me!” he yelled. Your heart leapt into your throat as everyone began murmuring.

“Not yet!” you exclaimed, stepping up beside Sirius and looping your arm through his. “I’m very disappointed if that was your way of asking me to marry you, Sirius.”

“I thought I already did,” he mumbled. You watched the gears turn in his head, and then a crooked smile crossed his face.

“She will be my wife, friends! Don’t worry everyone, I plan on marrying Y/N. And you’ll all be invited to our wedding! Drinks all around!” Sirius announced, patting your hand.

“Cheers to that!” you exclaimed. Everyone raised their glasses, and you blew out a sigh of relief. Sirius was going to get an earful in the morning.

***

It was nobody’s fault when your marriage was finally discovered. You thought it was Sirius’, and if you asked him, it was Moody’s. In reality, it was both yours and Sirius’ fault for thinking that you could keep such a big secret from your family for so long.

The Order had made a breakthrough on the whereabouts of a death eater hideout. Harry had stumbled upon a broken-down mansion not far from the Weasley’s burrow while practicing his flying, and when he had flown closer to investigate, saw none other than the Malfoys apparating in. Sirius sent you a wink across the table as Harry told Moody and a few other Order members what he had seen.

“We need to scope it out. It’s most likely crawling with death eaters, important ones too if the Malfoys bothered to go there,” Moody said.

“There’s probably evidence lying around that we could collect while we’re at it,” Sirius suggested.

“Good point. It’s best if only one of you goes, so as not to draw attention and in case you need a quick getaway. It’ll be a standard reconnaissance mission, just to collect information until we’re ready to go in and fight. Y/N, you’re one of our best spies. Are you up for it?” Moody asked.

“Of course,” you replied.

“You’ll be in and out in no time. We just need to know a basic floorplan, how many death eaters they’ve got there at a time, if there are any patrols. You know the procedures. Maybe we can have you stake it out for the night to see if there are any patterns,” Moody explained.

“You’re really going to send her alone? You said it yourself, that place is probably full of death eaters. They’ll capture her if they find her,” Sirius said.

“Sirius,” you began.

“No, you’re not going alone. I’m going with you,” he insisted.

“You can’t go with her. This is a one-person job,” Moody said.

“We can ask Dumbledore to borrow James’ cloak. They won’t know I’m there,” Sirius suggested.

“No. I’m going alone,” you said. Sirius slammed his hand down on the table and clambered to his feet.

“Sit down, Sirius,” Moody hissed.

“I don’t want to sit down. Don’t send her, send me instead,” he replied, pacing back and forth.

“Y/N is one of our best at reconnaissance. There’s nobody else I trust for this job,” Moody said.

“There’s got to be. Can’t you bring someone else in, or go yourself?” Sirius spat.

“That’s enough!” you exclaimed. You rose from your chair and leaned your hands against the table. “I’m going on this mission, Sirius, whether you like it or not.”

“No, you’re not,” Sirius said.

“That’s not your choice to make, is it? Mad-Eye needs me on the mission, so I’m going. End of discussion. You don’t make decisions for me. You’re not in charge here, and you’re not my father!” you yelled.

“No, I’m only your husband!” Sirius roared.

The entire room went silent as you and Sirius started at each other over the table, chests heaving. His eyes were wide with worry and the realization that he had just revealed the secret that you had both spent months trying to keep. There was a sinking feeling in your gut as you pushed off from the table and crossed your arms. When Sirius spoke again, his voice cracked with an emotion you couldn’t quite place.

“Merlin, Y/N, you’re my wife. I just want to protect you. Maybe it’s selfish, but I care more about you than I do about this mission, or any of them. I need to be there so I can keep you safe. I won’t know what to do with myself if something happens to you,” he said.

“But we’ve been on missions without each other before,” you muttered.

“We weren’t married then. It was different, somehow. I vowed to protect you, Y/N. I won’t break my promise,” Sirius said.

“You’re married?” Harry asked. You tore your gaze away from Sirius’ and nodded down at Harry.

“We’ve been married for a few months. We had a quick ceremony, just us and Dumbledore. I’m sorry that we didn’t tell you, that we didn’t tell any of you, but we were afraid of what would happen if any of Voldemort’s followers found out,” you replied.

“Having a relationship with someone in the Order is dangerous enough, but being married? I didn’t want to run the risk of anyone capturing Y/N to get to me, or the other way around. My dear cousin Bellatrix has some vendetta against me, so I wanted to keep us all safe from her,” Sirius explained. He made his way around the table and stood next to you, entwining your fingers together.

“So, my invitation didn’t get lost in the post because I never got one? Ouch,” Remus said.

“We’re sorry, Moony. We wish you could’ve been there, we wanted you all to be-”

“Relax, I’m joking. This just means you have to throw a party now that we all know,” Remus interrupted.

“I like that idea,” Sirius said, clapping a hand to his friend’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry we didn’t tell you, Harry,” you muttered.

“Oh, I kinda figured. Sirius never shuts up about you, and I’ve caught him wearing his ring a few times. He’s a bad liar,” Harry replied.

“I used to be better in school. Ask McGonagall,” Sirius mumbled under his breath.

“Well, there’s no use in keeping our rings a secret anymore, then,” you said as you pulled out your wand and waved it over your left hand. Your wedding band appeared on your finger, and you twisted it with a smile. Sirius pulled his necklace out from under his shirt and opened it, pulling his wedding band off and slipping it onto his finger.

“Hey, I’ve seen that ring a dozen times! You said it was your brother’s!” Remus exclaimed.

“See? I’m still a good liar sometimes,” Sirius said, ruffling Harry’s hair.

“Not to ruin the moment, but I still need Y/N on that mission,” Moody said. Sirius opened his mouth to argue, but you put a hand on his chest to stop him. The light from the fireplace glimmered off your wedding band.

“I’ll be fine. Consider my ring my good luck charm,” you muttered. Sirius sighed and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You didn’t miss Harry and Remus making a face at each other out of the corner of your eye.

“I know you will. I’m sorry I overreacted. And told everyone our secret,” he said.

“That’s okay. You were bound to tell them at some point,” you replied.

“Me? I’m better at keeping secrets than you are!” Sirius exclaimed.

“Mate, you literally told us that you were married on your birthday, and Y/N had to cover for you,” Remus said.

“I was drunk,” Sirius argued.

“Sober Sirius is good at keeping secrets. Drunk Sirius, not so much,” you said.

“She’s right. Remember when you told the entire Gryffindor common room that James was in love with Lily before he had the chance to tell her himself?” Remus asked.

“I was drunk!” Sirius repeated.

“Exactly. I think we need to keep you away from the firewhiskey,” you replied.

“I second that,” Harry said. “You’re really affectionate when you’re drunk. I don’t think I’ve ever been hugged so much in my life.”

“Get used to it, Potter,” you muttered, pulling him into a tight hug. Harry sighed dramatically before melting into your embrace.

“Just so you know, I’m glad that he married you. I’d be proud to call you my godmother, if it’s okay,” he said. Tears stung your eyes as you pressed a kiss to the side of his head.

“That sounds wonderful.”

#sirius x reader #sirius black x reader #sirius black imagine #harry potter imagine #marauders imagine #marauders era imagine #Sirius Black

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The Proposal | Chapter Four

The Proposal Masterlist

Summary: The Proposal™ au, where Ivar gets swept away in a lie about a fake engagement to stay in the country and needs to convince everyone (including his family) that he’s genuinely engaged to a woman he works with

Warnings: use of the word cripple, almost swearing

Word Count: 2,515

You didn’t truly conceptualize how far away Denmark was from New York until you were flying there. It felt like an eternity. You and Ivar hadn’t spoken since your last exchange. Things felt tense and your stomach felt sick. “Get the luggage,” Ivar spoke his first words when you got off the plane.

Even though you would’ve appreciated a “please” you didn’t argue, waiting by the conveyor belt. “Are you going ahead?” You turned to talk to him as he was already going. It seemed as if he was incredibly successful at pushing you from his mind.

It took several minutes before you found the last of your bags. As if on cue, you heard a woman shout in danish. “You left her?” Followed by the harsh thud of a smack. “You can’t just leave your girlfriend, Ivar.” Your grasp on the language was tentative at best. You used duo lingo daily but hearing it in practice was a different beast entirely.

“She’s fine, mor.”

“If she’s dating Ivar seriously enough to visit us in another continent then she’s probably used to this by now,” a man laughed.

You could hear the annoyance grow in Iver's voice as he bickered back. You caught some of the language but less than you’d have liked. You grabbed the luggage and started to head over.

“This must be Y/N,” Aslaug walked over and you immediately recognized her, a smile on your face as you waved.

“Hey! Um— nice to meet you,” you offered your hand to shake and instead she pulled you in for a hug. Her arms wrapped around your body and you could’ve died with no regrets. Why was it so warm?

“Oh, I’d rather you not butcher the language, dear. But the attempt was lovely,” Aslaug smiled sweetly and placed her hand on your upper arm sympathetically. Her English was a lot better than your Danish. It was the nicest way you’ve ever been told to stop trying because you sucked so badly.

Your face flushed in embarrassment and you laughed. “Sorry— I’m still learning.” Maybe you should just stop if it was that bad. It sounded fine to you. You glanced over to see Ivar as he rolled his eyes at you.

His brother walked over, to introduce himself. “I’m Hvitserk, Ivar’s cooler brother. And the only one willing to tolerate him,” he flashed a grin and shook your hand.

“Then you must have great perseverance.” The words slipped out of your mouth before you could stop them. It was easy to forget that this was the part where you were supposed to convince people you were in love with the man.

“Is father not coming?” Ivar was quick to change the subject. He wasn’t happy with the situation— but when was he ever happy? Even the fleeting moments between the two of you managed to turn sour by the end.

“No— he had a prior engagement, but Ubbe is waiting in the car!” Aslaug tried to save the conversation, the disappointment was evident from Ivar’s face. “I’m sure you two much be tired, jet lag is killer.” She was swift to move into the next conversation, ushering them away.

You grabbed the luggage and began to roll both bags when Hvitserk stopped you. “Let me help with that. If my brother wants to let you do all the work the least I can do is offer to share the load,” he teased. “Trust me, he used to make me do his chores too.”

Hvitserk was immediately more welcoming than his brother. It made you question how the two could’ve been related at all. Ivar spared a glance, scowling at you. You took the natural course of action and scowled back. “Thanks,” you laughed and immediately eased up. “Tell me then, which one of you two is adopted. Because I highly doubt you’re related.”

How could the same family raise such opposing figures. Even if Hvitserk turned out to be some evil bottom dwelling menace, he made an effort to appear nice. You wasn’t sure you ever saw Ivar bother to do the same, at least not to a stranger.

“You wouldn’t be the first person to ask that. Ivar’s different,” Hivserk went along with it. And soon the two of you managed to easily slide into conversation. You found out a bit more about the family.

The father, Ragnar had two family trees. One with his first wife, Lagertha, with whom he had a son, Bjorn. The second was with Aslaug, and they had four children: Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd, and Ivar. Their father wasn’t married but often far from single. Bjorn is married to Gunnhild. Ubbe is married to Torvi who used to be married to Bjorn. Sigurd and Ivar didn’t get along. Some of this you knew already and the rest of the facts started to blend together.

By the time you got to the car you forgot much else that Hvitserk tried to prepare you for. Ubbe was leaning against their car. “Long time no see, my baby brother.”

Ivar rolled his eyes and tried to just enter the car but was stopped by his brother. Ubbe hugged Ivar who failed to reciprocate the hug, nearly dropping his cane from the intensity of the squeeze. The older brother didn’t seem to mind it and instead easily moved on to hug you. “At least one of you two is more affectionate, you could learn a thing or two from her, Ivar.”

—

“Don’t get too close to them,” Ivar whispered to you when you got to his family’s home. The car ride back had been filled with childhood stories of the boys, mostly Ivar. You understood why he was so agitated, they seemed to mess with him a lot. Not that you agreed with the irritation, but clearly Ivar didn’t handle it well. He was the youngest, it made sense to you. “None of this is real.”

Yet, the warning annoyed you. You wanted to get closer just to spite him. He was right, you two weren’t in a real relationship and they wouldn’t be a real family. It still wasn’t nice to say. His words distracted you from the mansion his family seemed to own.

“He didn’t tell you that we’re made of money, did he?” Hvitserk asked you with a lazy grin, he placed his arms around your shoulders. “If you’re going to become my sister then you’ll just have to get used to it.” You didn’t know his family that well but they didn’t deserve this. They were already making an effort and it was for a lie.

“Let me show you guys to your room,” Aslaug smiled. The inside of the house was just as beautiful as the outside. You never even saw something so big. It felt unreal. She showed the two of you one room. “I’m not going to bother pretending to be dumb. I know you two sleep together.”

You tried to stammer your way into a guest bedroom but she didn’t seem to be listening to you. “Dinner is at 7 if the two of you want it.” The room was on the ground floor, just outside was a view of the backyard and a river. It was huge. The only issue is that there was only one bed.

“You can stay on the floor,” Ivar answered before you could ask. The moment his mother was gone he didn’t hesitate to remind you where you were going to be sleeping. “I need the bed.”

It made sense. He had needs you didn’t. “Fine.” For some reason you expected to enter a fanfiction where there was only one bed and you were forced to share— it was evident the thought didn’t cross Ivar’s mind. “Can I at least have some pillows and blankets. I get cold.” You were more a tropical kind of person, and spent most of your life feeling cold.

“They’re in the closet.”

You watched as Ivar laid in the bed. He sighed heavily and sunk deep into it, as if finally resting. It looked like the euphoria you got from laying down after a run or a workout. Maybe he was more tired than he let on. “Is it soft?”

Ivar opened his eyes and stared at you, “what?”

“The bed, you just look really comfortable.”

He patted the side next to him. “It’s expensive. It ought to be.” You weren’t sure what he was doing at first until he did it again. “Try it.”

Tentatively, you walked over and sat down. Yours went wide as you immediately sunk into it and you were just sitting. Why is this so good? You couldn’t help but relax your body into it and lay down for a moment, just a manny. Any soreness was being sapped out. “Wow.”

“I know right.” The two of you laid there for a moment, staring at the ceiling.

Maybe you ought to try and get some money from the divorce, get yourself a mattress like this. You closed your eyes softly, your eyelids never felt so heavy.

“Now get out of my bed.” The words made your eyes shoot open. He decided it was time for you to go.

“What?”

“You’re about to fall asleep on my bed,” Ivar reminded you. “Which means you probably s shouldn’t be in it.”

You immediately got up and nearly fell on your way out. “You could’ve been nicer about it,” you glared. Being there for a moment was going to make it all the more difficult to lay on the floor. It was so hard compared to it— then again your own mattress was hard compared to his. “Did you do that just so I’d feel worse when I had to sleep on the floor? Knowing a bed like this existed just outside of my reach?”

Ivar laughed. “No. But that would’ve been a good idea. I like the way you think.”

“Are you two ready for dinner?” Aslaug knocked and entered the room.

“We’re not hungry,” Ivar answered for the both of you. You personally couldn’t agree with his statement but it was clear he wanted to be left alone from them and didn’t trust you to be alone with them.

“Get up. You have to go.” She entered the room further and before she could grab Ivar he was already up, as if repulsed by the idea of her touching him. You were quick to follow behind

Ivar grabbed his cane and started going. “Is there any reason?” Aslaug didn’t answer and instead bit her bottom lip before she left.

“What was that about,” you asked as you walked to the door. Ivar stared down where his mother left, deep in thought.

“I have a bad feeling about this. Mor is up to something.”

The two of you walked together out towards the common areas of the home when a number of people eagerly shouted, “welcome home!” It was a lot of people, and it became evident this is what Aslaug had been wanting them out of the room for.

A number of people came by to greet Ivar, he seemed ambivalent to the conversation at best and annoyed at worst. You were greeted as a secondary and remained far more polite. You knew nothing much at all and the best you do was follow, that didn’t seem to make things less annoying for Ivar. “Will you stop following me?”

“Where else would I—“

“Ivar!” An older man appeared and wrapped his arms around Ivar, a grin on his face. This was the first person Ivar didn’t instantly pull back from, and the laugh he made was genuine in response.

“Floki, you old bastard. I’m glad you could make it,” Ivar seemed to genuinely mean that. It made the whole thing even stranger to you.

Floki eyed you and then Ivar and then laughed, “how did an ugly poor cripple end up with a beautiful woman like this?” He immediately hugged you and pulled back. “Maybe it’s best not to question it. We wouldn’t want her to realize,” he winked at Ivar.

The two seemed to get along better than most and Ivar left with the man. You tried to follow but got cut off by the people who stood around talking to each other.

—

“He left you alone?”

It had been who knows how long since he had left and you hadn’t seen Ivar since. Where he was, it wasn’t here. And it was clear to you he didn’t care where ou were. Hivtserk appeared beside you and attempted to make you feel included.

“I’m used to it,” you shrugged.

Hvitserk furrowed his eyebrows, “the two of you make for an odd couple.”

Panic began to fill you. “I— no. Not really. We’re very real.” The words were dumb and you hated yourself for having made the sentence at all. “Normal, I mean, normal.” None of that made it better.

“Then you love him?” If Hvitserk didn’t believe you then he didn’t show it. The truth was harder to believe. That you were pretending to marry your boss so he could stay in the US and give you some big promotion.

“What? N—“ you couldn’t say no, “not yet. Or maybe.” You admired the man. But this was all fake. Still, he never appeared more human than in these past few days. It just sucked that he was never willing to keep doing that. Whenever he relaxed he was so quick to correct himself.

Hvitserk laughed at you, “then you probably do. He’s a difficult man to love but I’ve managed it.” How Ivar find it in himself to not talk to his family more, or show them more care? “I can tell from the way you look at him sometimes.”

Your face got flushed. You had to keep reminding yourself this whole thing was fake. Hvitserk was expecting these sorts of things and said them. Just like your coworkers. None of this was real. Yet, it felt easy to want to get swept away. “Well— I’m not sure if we’re quite there. He certainly isn’t.”

His brother shrugged, “maybe. But I’ve ever seen him let anyone tease him without getting hit with his cane for as long as you have. And he doesn’t bring women around to the family. That has to mean something.”

You knew why you were meeting his family. It was the same reason he seemed to tolerate this but— it was different. You wanted to be different. It would feel nicer that way, and you couldn’t quite understand why. Every soft moment lingered in your memory for too long and you desperately wanted to hold onto them. “Maybe,” your eyes caught Ivar.

It was the first time he was so casual and seemed relaxed. He was gorgeous. You allowed yourself more time to just stare at him, knowing he was none the wiser. “You’re good for him.”

“I certainly like to think I am.”

“Good,” Hvitserk responsed. “So where are you from?”

He started to ask question upon question about your origins and your life story. He seeemd more interested than anyone else here. You admitted you weren’t from money and that you were trying to make a name for yourself in New York.

“So how’d you meet Ivar?”

“I actually work for him,” you admitted. “He might act like a dick most the time but it’s gotten some amazing results. I admire what he can do, I just wished he went about it more... humanely,” you laughed.

Hivtserk watched you carefully, “fair enough. He was never very personable. And that doesn’t bother you?”

It did. A lot. “No.”

“Then maybe you two are suited for each other.”

The two of you weren’t. “I like to think to.”

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