This has been sitting in my ask box for an obscenely long time. The original prompt was "Caged" and I recently came up with something involving a cage, so enjoy :)
“Let me out!” The crate’s walls shudder as Roux beats against them, his knuckles turning red. “This isn’t fucking funny, Ambrose!”
Ambrose hums thoughtfully, planting a shiny leather shoe atop the crate. “I don’t know,” he muses, “I think it’s pretty funny. You look so cute down there—like a toy poodle.”
“FUCK YOU!” Roux rams his shoulder against the door, twice, but all he gets for his trouble is exhausted. They collapse on their knees, panting, and glare at him. “What the fuck is your damage? Did Mommy and Daddy just not love you enough?”
Ambrose smiles blandly down at them. “Oh, Mère et Père loved me plenty—that was the whole problem. But enough about that.” He leans down, his grin sharpening to a wicked point. “Why don’t you bark some more for me?”
Currently thinking about caretakers who think they’re doing the right thing but they’re actually making things worse.
Lots of pets being “saved” from captivity at once, regardless of their situation. Some in reality are living a pretty lavish life, if not with a little suffering from time to time. But when their caretakers rescue them, they save so many that the pets, with no other place to go, are kept in cramped cages and dark, dank conditions. Just for a while—at least until their rescuers can come up with something more permanent.
Some of the pets were excited to be saved. But by now they’ve already stopped hoping for a better future.
▶️Brody Brody sweet Brody. Next time Sam try to put you. Bite him.
This takes places pre-Aries and Kayla, in Brody's first time with Sam.
TW: Pet whump, biting, cages.
[Brody's Masterlist]
Brody liked watching TV. He liked the shows, even liked the commercials that made Master Sam roll his eyes. He didn’t much like the sports that Master Sam watched, however. He didn’t know the rules, didn’t understand why they were cheering or booing.
Out of everything, Brody liked the channel that had the animals on it the most. There were so many of them, all looking so different. He couldn’t be sure they were all real, but they said they were.
Master Sam and he laid on the couch after dinner one night, watching the game Brody didn’t understand again when Brody’s mind wandered back to the show he had watched earlier about the wild dogs. They were so funny looking and fast - and dangerous if the show was telling the truth.
But it was a people show so it had to be telling the truth.
It was strange, he thought absently with his head on Master’s lap, strange that they were called ‘dogs.’ Dogs were pets - not pets like Brody but pets still. Why were there two kinds? They acted kinda funny to, playing like they were fighting but they weren’t fighting.
They would even do that kind of fighting with the parents. With the other, older dogs.
Honestly, he wasn’t fully sure why he did it later, laying in his kennel in the garage. He had just been thinking about the dogs and he wasn’t paying attention to Master’s hands and the hand on his head startled him and he just… bit him.
“What the fuck Brody!” Sam shouted, pushing the boy off his lap and tumbling to the ground. Brody sat up quickly, face red and horrified.
“I, I’m sorry!” he said quickly, scrambling back to Sam’s knees, “I didn’t mean to, I don’t-”
He hadn’t been expecting the slap at all.
It was strong, easily the strongest correction Sam had ever given him. It made his head snap to his shoulder, and then past that to the ground. He whimpered pittifully, suddenly scared of his owner.
“Don’t fucking bite me again. Seriously, what the hell,” Sam muttered as he stood and snapped his fingers at Brody, indicating he should follow. The boy scrambled to his feet, one hand drifting up to try and soothe his sore cheek.
Brody hated the kennel in the garage, but he swallowed down the whimper as he crawled inside. He deserved it, he had been stupid and bad and he bit and he should have a much worse punishment than this. Sam shook his head and locked it before heading back in the house.
With a sigh, he curled up and tried to get comfortable. At least it was a warm night.
(Prompts with boxes have been taken, highlighted have been written)
Requests for this card are closed, thank you to anyone who sent in requests! Completed stories are planned to be posted all through December and most likely into January, so if you don’t want to see them you can block the tag #false bthb. As always shoot me an ask if you wanna be tagged in future stories!
I received this request from @atlasistryingherbest, I hope you like it!
All Dolled Up
Summary: Fearing Roman’s newfound obsessions after the events of SvS Redux, Patton decides to break things off with him before they can get worse. If only he realized just how bad it could be. Written as a request from tumblr.
Warnings: bruises, forced confinement, threatening with a weapon, unsympathetic -if there are more let me know
Ships: Royality, Roman x Patton
Prompt: Defeated and Trophified
“You can’t-!”
“Roman!” Patton reached out to him with a desperate plea, trying to scramble to find the right words that would make all of this okay. “Everything’s gonna be okay, kiddo.’
Mentally berating himself as hurt flashed in Roman’s eyes he nevertheless held his gaze in earnest. “We love you.”
“Right.” Thoroughly dejected Patton watched as Roman sunk out, shame tinting his cheeks as he tried to make it seem like he had everything together, despite the lesson he had just learned not ten minutes before. He was grateful as Janus and Thomas reassured him but he couldn’t keep his thoughts from drifting to the image of Roman alone in his room, having to ride out his conflicting emotions on his own and the miserable expression never leaving his face as he did so. That wasn’t the way to leave things with the prince, that wasn’t the way to leave things with anyone but especially someone he cared so deeply for and shared so much with.
Mind made up after he was sure Thomas would be alright with Janus he quickly sunk out to the regular common room, seeing no sign of anyone let alone Roman he made his way up the stairs and towards the door he had walked to so many times it was muscle memory at this point. All the sides had different kinds of relationships with each other, whether it was familial, platonic or romantic and Patton and Roman were certainly no exception. With their shared enthusiasm fo the things they were interested, their strong urge to take care of the members of their family and Thomas and their passion to make other happy no matter what it was never really a stretch to imagine the two of them together; so it came as a surprise to know one when just that ended up happening.
The mindscape had certainly been a brighter, happier place since they had made their relationship official, even if Virgil did cringe and scoff teasingly while Logan simply rolled his eyes and requested if they they were going to engage in public displays of affection then to please do it elsewhere or at least warn him so he could leave the room. Hand holding, hugs from behind, cheesy musical numbers, forehead touches, cuddles at movie night- nothing was below them when it came to showing their love for one another. But everything started to change when Janus began to come around, especially since Patton was the first one he had impersonated.It had hit Roman hard that he hadn’t recognized the deceitful side until later on ,and no amount of Patton telling him that that’s what he did and was supposed to do and he wouldn't be Deceit if he wasn’t good at well...deceiving could convince Roman of anything other than Janus was a horrible person from that day forward. A villain meant to be shunned and punished like any other Disney villain should be. At first Patton had somewhat agreed with him but as time passed he began to doubt that notion more and more...until today he realized he needed to take a step back and really evaluate what it was that Janus contributed to their family as a whole.
He lamented his mistakes of how he handled Janus’ situation- all of the “dark sides” situations really. All they were doing was their jobs how they knew how to do them, and maybe their methods were a bit misguided but so were his own to an extent. He needed to learn how to adapt and let go of past misconceptions- and that came with getting Roman to understand that as well.
He stopped short of knocking on the Prince’s door to listen for any sound coming through, from his or any of the other doors. He figured Logan wouldn’t be particularly happy to have been dismissed and replaced yet again but that was something to unpack and fix on another day. So Logan and Virgil would most likely be boiled up in their respective rooms waiting for the figurative fire to die down before venturing out again. Remus was most likely preoccupied with something Janus had left him to keep him busy and away from making Thomas’ mental state even more scattered than it already was and Janus himself was going to be occupied with their manifestor for at least a couple more hours after everything that had happened. He and Roman would have plenty of time to themselves then to work out what needed worked out for them to hopefully be okay again.
Taking a deep breath he tentatively knocked on the door and, hearing no answer, knocked a bit more firmly before easing it open and glancing quickly around the room before his gaze landed on Roman. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, still in his rumpled prince costume with his hands folded between his knees and his eyes shining with unshed tears as he made stubborn, steady eye contact with the floor. Patton sighed quietly as he stepped inside, shutting the door behind him and carefully stepping over to sit beside the other.
“Roman-”
“Am I-”
They both stopped as they started at the same time, Roman ducking his head down further and angrily swiping tears off his cheeks. Patton was thankful when the hand he placed on the others knee was left there, looking back up at Roman’s face and smiling kindly. “Go on Roman, I wanted to hear your thoughts.”
“You’re about the only one.” Roman muttered, looking away and towards the door as if debating how quickly he could run and hide somewhere else before his shoulders dropped as he resigned himself to his fate. “Patton, am I..am I still needed?”
Patton gasped quietly, squeezing his knee tightly. “Of course, why would you think-”
“Because if Deciet is coming around, being accepted...if he’s going to be a part of things now...I don’t know what that means for us. For Thomas.” Roman finally turned to face him, his eyes shining earnestly. “I always thought him the villain, someone to vanquish when his deceitful means seeped into the mindspace too much, someone to wave my sword at to defend my and everyone else's honor. But if he isn’t the villain...and I was in the wrong...doesn’t that then make me-”
“Please don’t finish that sentence.” Patton gently took Roma’s face in his hands and leaned closer, making sure to capture his eyes. “You are not the villain Roamn, you never could be. Sometimes...well sometimes there doesn’t even have to be one and that’s okay. Things are changing and that’s okay.”
Roman scoffed quietly. “Patton, you’re the one who likes change the least out of all of us.”
“Which is why I’m the one that needs it the most.” Roman was quiet at that, closing his eyes and leaning his forehead against Patton’s softly, making him small and moving his hands from Roman’s cheeks to loop around the back of his neck gently. It was comforting and quiet, neither of them wanting to move and speak again in fear of ruining the temporary standstill they had come to. Eventually Patton shifted, pressing his lips softly to the prince’s nose and smiling when he was rewarded with a soft laugh.
“It’ll be okay, Roman you’ll see. Everything always works itself out.”
“But what if something happens? We can’t just leave him with Thomas.”
Patton grinned at him sheepishly. “Well...he’s already with Thoams and has been since I left. Nothing bad has happened yet has it?”
Roman’s lips thinned as he looked down at his lap, twisting his fingers in an uncharacteristically nervous way. “What does that mean for me? I- I don’t know what I’m doing anymore.” He looked up imploringly. “You- Patton you need to be there when I mess up. I still trust you to know right from wrong and if you’re there to keep me in check I’ll be their hero again!”
“That’s not quite how-”
“No it’s perfect; I’ll just tell you everything I’ll do before I do it and you can say yes or no and then I won’t mess up again!”
“Sweetheart I can’t do that.”
“Patton no you have to! Everyone already hates me, I have to do better, I can’t just- not be better.”
Patton grasped his hands and squeezed, hoping to distract Roman from his spiraling thoughts. “Nobody hates you honey, I swear on my honor as a side of Thomas. But I can’t be there all the time. We’re going to make mistakes going forward, and the ones we’ve already made are still going to hurt, but all we can do is try our best and let that be enough. I wasn’t lying when I said we still love you.”
He brought Roman’s hands up to his lips and planted a chaste kiss on the knuckles. “And I will never lie when I say I still love you, Roman. We aren’t our mistakes, we are the growth that comes from them. It’s going to be okay.”
Patton wasn’t sure if Roman truly understood but accepted the other nodding his head anyway, even if Roman did look incredibly deep in thought. It had been a long day for all of them, they both just needed some rest and hope that the next day would be a better one. Nodding to himself, Patton stood and gently ran his fingers through Roman's hair. “It’s getting late. Wanna watch a movie and cuddle before bed?”
Roman leaned into the gesture and moved to reach for his laptop; Patton, taking that as an agreement, snapped them both into their pajamas and summoned a fluffier blanket for them to snuggle under. Any more conversation could wait for tomorrow, now was the time to wind down with his favorite person in the mindscape.
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The next few days...weeks...worries Patton to say the least.
Roman could never be found less than a few feet from his side, and although he’d usually find it sweet and endearing the way his every movement was tracked like he was small prey being hunted had begun to make him twitchy. If the others noticed they didn’t say anything, which made Patton feel as if he was simply overreacting and just more jumpy than usual from the frog incident. He giggled at the thought- that would certainly make sense.
But it wasn't just that. Despite their heart to heart Roman was consulting him before nearly every decision he made, down to whether he put creamer in his coffee since that might be taking away from the others. Patton had hoped this phase would only last a couple of days and then they could move on but it honestly didn’t seem to be stopping anytime soon. He was loath to speak to the others about it since everyone was still a bit touchy and Roman couldn’t be shaken long enough to talk to anyone else in private anyway. Which left talking to Roam about it himself.
Which Patton...also didn’t want to do. He loved Roman with his entire being, and their relationship had always been a steady, even give and take. They had pretty good communication considering their individual track records and always made sure to set and respect boundaries, but with Roman being a bit testier...to say the least. More demandant for answers that Patton simply didn’t want or feel the need to give. Picking what T.V. show to watch, especially if it was just the two of them was not an entire dilemma that needed solving before they could move on!
And yet...when he didn’t answer, Roman had started to get more and more demandant. Throughout their relationship Roman had never once raised his voice at him, but it was becoming more and more a constant occurrence. He needed constant reassurance that he was doing fine and no one hated him and Patton still loved him which he would normally be happy to give, but it was so much. It was too much for any side alone to undertake upholding an entire sides’ mental health. To the point where he could feel his own slipping, and still he said nothing. For the first time in his existence Patton was almost...afraid of Roman. He had so many outbursts now and his movements towards Patton were always so jerky and it made him twitch away which only meant Roamn needed more reassurance and so the cycle continued. But enough was enough.
Breaking things off with Roman was surprisingly easy for how much his stomach was twisting with the nerves. Roman remained passive through it, expression so neutral you could pretend they were discussing the weather or what tp have for breakfast the next day. He was so afraid, so ready to have to call on another side for help, but he shouldn't have and he immediately felt incredibly silly for even having the thoughts. This was Roman, and Roman would never hurt him no matter how much he was spiraling right now. He’d wait a little longer for everything to cool off and then they’d have a meeting and discuss how to move forward. Simple. Then maybe when both he and Roman gained more solid ground to stand on they could try again and everything would fall perfectly back into place.
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That night Patton crawled into bed alone for the first time in years, missing the warmth of strong arms wrapped around his middle and holding him close until morning. He consoled himself with the thought that things weren’t completely over between them; it was just a small break. Everybody needed those from time to time and Roman had understood completely. He had just settled in to sleep for the night when his eyes snapped open suddenly. What was that?
He sat up in bed and listened carefully, sure he hadn’t been imagining the sound. Just as he was about to shrug it off and lay back down he heard it again faintly.
“Patton.”
The voice was so faint but now that he had heard it there was no mistaking it. Ripping off the bed sheets he hurried to his door and swung it open, listening carefully to hear the voice again.
“Patton.”
Moving to the stairs and rushing down them he turned into the living room and gasped at what he saw before him.
“Patton.” Janus’ voice was relieved but pained, tugging at the restraints that held him fast to the back of the rather small cage he was being held in. Dark bruises littered his face and his eyes blinked slowly as he struggled to focus on Patton. Rushing to the door of the cage Patton fiddled with lock as he looked desperately around for a key, his mind whirling too fast to form a coherent thought.
“Janus who did this? How can I get you out?”
“Patton you need to leave me.”
“I- what?” But you called me down, he wanted to say, shaking the thought away. Janus was clearly in no position to voice coherent thoughts. “No. We need to get you out. Do you know where the key is? We can start there.”
“You need to leave, I deserve this. I’m the villain- I deserve to be punished.”
Patton’s eyes widened, shaking his head vehemently. “No. No, you don’t, don’t talk like that. You deserve just as much as any other side and right now that means not being locked in a cage.”
Janus coughed out a laugh weakly. “Are you sure about that?”
“Of course, honey. Let me just-” Frustrated Patton shook the bars of the cage, pausing when Janus locked eyes with him, a steady glare boring into his very being.
“Wrong choice, love.”
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Patton cowered in the far corner of the cage, eyes tracking Roman’s pacing fearfully as his wrists rubbed raw above his head. He still couldn’t dispel the image of Janus’ face melting into Roman’s, the cage falling apart only to wrap around and trap him instead as Roamn had straightened in front of him, eyes filled with nothing but passive disdain as Patton had pleaded desperately, mind confusingly fuzzy and still trying to comprehend what had happened. The had sunk out into Roman’s room, where he had been pulled to the far side of the cage and tied to the bars so that there was no chance of jiggling the lock on the far side to escape, leaving him trapped and scared and at the mercy of whatever it was Roman had become in the face of his perceived rejection.
Suddenly a knock was heard at the door, Patton tensing as the tip of Roman’s sword was thrust in front of his face.
“Roman? Patton? It’s after 9, Lo made breakfast.” Virgil’s voice came through the door. Roman nodded his head, an unspoken warning in his eyes as he gestured for Patton to go ahead.
Swallowing hard, Patton called out. “We’re both in here kiddo! Just- finishing up a project; might take a bit though.” He struggled to contain himself, to contain the anxiety rolling off him in waves so Virgil wouldn’t sense it and god forbid become suspicious. He needed to keep everyone safe, even at his own cost.
There was a pause, and then: “Are you guys sure? I can bring something up.”
“No need hun, thank you though. We’ll get something in a bit.”
“Okay.” They both listened as the footsteps faded away before Roman turned to face Patton, grinning wickedly.
“So, my heart; what is it that we’re doing today?”
Patton swallowed against, tears pricking at his eyes. “Getting rid of Jan- Deceit.”
“Good.” Roman moved the sword to gently caress his cheek. “And you’re going to do exactly as I say. I’d hate for this beautiful face to become just as deformed as that snake’s.”
He snapped his fingers and Patton’s pajamas were changed out for his regular attire, albeit a nicer variation of it. He could feel makeup cake his face thinly and he knew from the weight in his hair that his favorite barrettes had been pinned in neatly. Roman smiled and reached in to cup his cheek gently and Patton felt himself leaning into the touch despite the spike of fear he felt.
“There,” The prince crooned. “A sweet little doll to puppet as I please. Deceit never could resist coming too close to what was out of his league now could he?”
Stifling a sob by biting his lip Patton could only watch as Roman moved away to begin concocting another illusion that would draw in Janus later that day. Hanging his head in shame, he sagged against his confines, feeling the ropes dig into his wrists and the cage run painfully against his spine. A useless doll thrown to a corner, forgotten in its disuse after its purpose was met.
guess you’ll just have to keep playing my games bestie/wife 😋
oooo also very pretty color and amazing dream story ♥️ also that was w i l d i bet you had a fun time analyzing that one
i’m like about to pass out so more challenge tomorrow after school so here’s tonight’s finial question in light of your story whats the w e i r d e s t or most memorable dream you’ve had??? (or if they’re different why not share both😋)
also amazing new tag and i think you’ve just earned yourself a few more funky new tags for when you next decide to manifest in my ask box
GOOD NIGHT IHSAP!!!! and may our little game continue tomorrow ♥️
YAYYY FANCY TAGS
Talking about my estranged dreams I’ve written down my beloved.... sO here’s a weird one:
I was in English class and the seating was confusing for some reason but that wasn’t the important part. The important part was that everyone kept insulting me and eventually I was sent up to this weird mountain we all apparently lived on (???). But uh oh there was some sort of mountain god of death thingy that decided to trap me in a cage.
The mountain god was like “All my followers hate you” and I thought that was very rude. I explained that I didn’t do anything to them. Luckily the mountain god was understanding and decided to let me go on the condition that I beat it in a fistfight.
Held captive by King Enji of the endeavor kingdom, kept in a cage near the south tower, where the king’s two sons, (Dabi/Toyua and Shoto) are held captive during the time they aren’t in public.
Freed along with the princes by Prince Izuku of the U.A. kingdom Hawks is also the last of his kind come my story.
