19 Works by rb_bard
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It's not a surprise that he's not dressed. That his room smells more like cigarettes than usual; that he's not really alone, deep breaths next to him being the only sound in the quiet bedroom. So the night ended with a hook up; it makes sense. Valentino convinced him to use the services of one of his whores, probably. As he thinks about it, he's even able to grasp the faint memories of… he mostly just remembers the pleasure of it, honestly. And that's all he needs to remember.
He stares at the ceiling for a beat longer, listening to the quiet snores next to him, before sighing and bracing himself to actually get up. Spares a glance at whatever girl granted him a satisfying end of yesterday's outing, and wants to push himself out of-
Vox stops. Doubles back. His heart suddenly leaps to his throat.
It's not some girl in bed with him. It's not even a girl.
It's fucking Valentino.
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Or: A night out drinking with Valentino does not end the way Vox expected. Now he has to figure out how to deal with the mess of his own making.
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- Part 1 of vees sillies
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that's it for today! (we'll be back the same time tomorrow) by rb_bard
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
19 Jan 2026
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"What." Vox grumbles, not bothering to turn back. "I'm busy, Velvette."
"Yes, hello, Vox. So nice to see you too, Vee. I'm great, thanks for asking, babe." Her tone is as energetic as always, even stained with heavy sarcasm. She appears in the corner of his vision; hops to sit on his desk. Even as he keeps his eyes on the screen, he sees how she slips her phone into her pocket, swinging her feet carelessly while staring straight at him. "Quick question."
"Couldn't this have been a call?" He huffs; his eyes still run over the text, and Velvette's presence does not help him focus. He needs to write a response to this, damn it, he can't write a response if he doesn't process the fucking-
Velvette pointedly ignores his question.
"When was the last time you got up from that chair?"
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Or: Vox overworks himself. Who's surprised?
Honestly, no one. But that means that his business partners know how to get him to rest.
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- Part 3 of vees sillies
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"I… I'm going to be honest, I don't know what it does exactly. For as long as I can remember, aunt's been talking on that phone almost every night. I wasn't allowed to touch it, though. I was still just a kid when she told me that, but- It's damn hard to forget, this thing. I… well, she told me not to ever, ever touch it unless I knew what I wanted to do. She said… At least, as far as I can remember- She said that… just like we don't like when Death calls to us, Death doesn't like to be called for no reason, either. But… they do accept callers, sometimes. Ones who are willing to make a deal."
Pascal's head is spinning.
"Ophelia." Urgency has a grip on his tone; this phone already has its grip on him. "What are you saying?"
There's a moment of silence. Barely a beat; it drags out for forever. Finally, Ophelia speaks up quietly.
"…phones like this are used to plead the Grim Reaper to bring someone back to life."
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Or: Circe and Loki go one step too far. Nervous is dead. It's all over.
As all hope seems to be lost, Ophelia Nigmos reaches out to Pascal in his grief, with a… risky proposition.
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He doesn't know how long he's in this in-between state. It's like traveling through shadows, but without his control; drowning in the darkness, choking on the static ringing in his ears. He's more or less aware that what eventually brings him back up on the surface of consciousness after drifting away, though, is a loud banging noise. He shuts his eyes tighter. Is the battle still on-going…? Are those explosions? Are these pathetic remains of what was once his tower going to break into shambles too? Might as well, he supposes. What's getting buried alive in his state? Can it truly get much worse? Alastor just wants to sleep.
The noise comes again.
"Hey, Alastor? You there?" Ah- it's knocking. The voice from behind the door feels both close and far, far away. His ears are ringing. There's more knocking. "Alastor, if you're in there, please let us in- We wanna make sure you're okay!"
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Or: After the fight with Adam, Alastor runs, with a wound on his chest and a wound on his pride. He hides away, no plan but for a hope that his attempt at patching up his injuries would be enough.
A certain princess doesn't let him deal with it on his own, though.
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be my light in the dark winter nights by rb_bard
Fandoms: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney
29 Dec 2025
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He's sitting on the elevator floor. He's nine years old.
He both knows exactly what will happen and doesn't know it at all. A part of him is nine years old, trembling lip and wide eyes trying to see anything in the pitch black and ears hurting from the more and more frantic yelling. A part of him feels small, confused and scared. A part of him doesn't know where this is going.
A part of him is twenty-six, knowing the turn of events by heart; knowing how it'll end from the very beginning, having relived it time and time again. He's trembling in fear all the same.
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Or: It's December 28th. Miles struggles with nightmares. Nothing's new.
Except something is, because now he has Phoenix to support him through it all.
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Flicking the light on with her elbow, Velvette walks over to the couch, setting the take out down on the coffee table. Straightens up, hands on hips. So fucking weird, this place to be so quiet. No TV playing in the background, no Vox doing paperwork at his desk, no Valentino already laid out on the couch, sketching something. No… nothing.
It's empty. It's quiet. It's…
"Salutations Velvette, my dear!"
It's not fucking empty.
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Or: Vox cancells on the Vees' weekly movie night. Val gets mad. Velvette is tired.
She might have just someone to vent to, though.
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- Part 4 of vees sillies
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It's 4:47 am, and there's shuffling coming from the living room. It's 4:48 am, and Franziska von Karma suddenly goes still; the door to the kitchen creaks as it opens, and in peeks Maya Fey. Maya Fey, squinting at the light and a bit disheveled, but surely awake as she looks at Franziska.
"Hi."
"Maya Fey." She answers, blinking at the girl in the door. Her hand goes still, where it just has been mixing the ingredients together; her mind feels weirdly blank as she meets the grey, tired eyes. "Did I… wake you?"
Maya snorts, shaking her head.
"Nah, don't worry about it- Force of habit, I guess."
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Or: Maya Fey is staying over at Franziska's apartment for the night. Franziska doesn't mind that at all, and has no weird feelings related to it. The fact that she's up before 4 am baking chocolate cookies is absolutely unrelated to that, of course.
She... wasn't expecting Maya to be a morning bird too, though.
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no such thing as a sick day for a social media overlord by rb_bard
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
17 Dec 2025
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Hell is a place of punishment. No matter how numb to the brutality you get, no matter how much power you gain, no matter how much fun you have — in the end, it still serves to hurt you, first and foremost. So it's no surprise that death is no escape from sickness. Some sort of an annoying cold or infection simply has to ruin the fun every once in a while.
This is a fact that Velvette is painfully reminded of, as she barely pries her eyes open to the all too bright room, body heavy with exhaustion, throat burning, and the sound of the alarm piercing through her pounding head like a blade.
Oh, today is going to suck.
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The Vees have the perfect reputation. The Vees don't show weakness. The Vees don't get sick.
...but sometimes they do, actually. And when they do, it's good that they have each other to fall back on.
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- Part 2 of vees sillies
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"Wright." Edgeworth says, his tone as level as ever; but Phoenix has a passing thought that there might be a tinge of concern to his voice. Only then does he realize that he must've been blankly staring at a wall for a couple of minutes. "Are you okay?"
Phoenix just tries to smile again. It's what he does best.
"Of course I am-! Just... deep in thought. Why are you asking?"
And yet, Edgeworth's eyebrows furrow.
"You're shivering." Okay, Phoenix is either going crazy, or Edgeworth's tone actually sounds soft. "Isn't your medicine be wearing off by now?"
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Or: Phoenix might have insane luck, but it doesn't change the fact he's sick. Once Iris is declared innocent, he doesn't have to push through the pain anymore. It turns out more difficult for him than expected.
Luckily, he has people willing to help.
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He agreed, and now he is putting his armor on Phoenix, and now suddenly something tightens in his chest with unexpected unease. It's close to unexplainable, the fear of sending an experienced warrior into battle in the middle of a war — and yet there's a slight tremble in his fingers when the tightens the straps, and there's the buzzing in his heart, his lungs, that seems to ring alarm bells in his mind. He's agreed, but now it is minutes before Phoenix will have to leave and Miles feels his whole body scream don't let him go. A thought flashes in his mind every other second that he should push his pride aside. Turn back, agree to go into battle just to not let Phoenix take his place.
But he pushes these thoughts aside.
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Or: Dreams work in twisted ways, and somehow, even reading "The Iliad" prompts Miles' brain to produce a nightmare. Well, luckily, a friend is always just a call away.
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"…baby?" Mercutio's voice is still rough with sleep. "What… what are you doing up?"
Tybalt slowly turns his head to glance at Mercutio. The man is leaning on the door frame, the black curls a mess in a true bedhead fashion. Tybalt's pretty sure that the look he's being given is filled with concern, but at the same time, his vision feels weirdly blurry, even with his glasses on. He blinks a couple of times, rubbing his eyes again.
"I'm studying." He answers, vaguely gesturing at the screen. "What does it look like I'm doing?"
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Or: It's 3 am, and Tybalt is a tired medicine student. He's just trying to get through his flashcards, if it's the last thing he does.
It seems his boyfriend isn't having it, though.
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"…Hold on. Did you leave me no blankets?"
Collins shrugs, though he guesses it might be hard to tell from the form of the human cocoon that he's merged into sometime while settling himself.
"I mean, I'm not keeping them from you. You can come and get them."
Angel scrunches up his nose, like he tends to do when he's annoyed. Collins knows them well enough to know that there's no serious heat behind it now; it's more joking, teasing. "And what happened to I'll be your blanket?"
"Am I saying I won't be?" The smile on Collins' face slowly grows into a wide, teasing grin. "I'm just saying that if you want it, then you should come and get what's yours."
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Or: Angel and Collins being domestic and cuddling in bed <3
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It's a well-known fact that every afternoon, Collins goes to the Life Cafe. He orders a black coffee, pours in one sugar, and goes to sit right next to the window, on the right to the entrance. This is how it is.
Until one December afternoon, when — as usual — he comes into the cafe, and there's someone at his spot.
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Or: Someone takes up Collins' usual spot at his favorite coffee shop. He'd be mad, maybe, if the person wasn't this breathtaking. As he falls into a new routine with the beautiful stranger, he might also start falling for a person whose name he doesn't even know.
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So here they were. Benny in his kitchen, Mimi on his couch. It's like a mosaic of the past and the present; pieces of polaroids of two different eras of Mark's life, glued together by the new-found void of his world caving in.
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Or: Mimi and Benny stay over for coffee at the apartment that is now Mark's and Mark's only. Set after "Goodbye Love".
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"I hear congratulations are in order, Your Majesty."
Mercutio snorts at that. His gaze falls down at the plastic crown that he still hold in his hand.
"Oh, shut up- I'm convinced that was some sort of mistake. I was never a serious candidate for prom royalty." Their slow pacing feels almost like a dance. A distant tango they're both trying to get a grip on, learning from the other's steps. "I really don't get how this happened! I mean, the best I was counting on was Prom Jester- This is just ridiculous."
Tybalt's eyes don't leave him for one second.
"It was well deserved."
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Or: Prom feels complicated when you're a Monty and you're trying to figure out a relationship with a Capp. But, Mercutio figures, at least they're alone together in all that.
Tycytio Week Day 5: Royalty
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- Part 2 of Tycutio Week 2025
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How Mercutio got into this situation in the first place, he didn't exactly know. It was a blur, everything up to that moment; sitting next to Tybalt Capp, talking about everything and nothing just to see how long it takes for the other to lose his shit.
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A string of events that leads Mercutio and Tybalt to have a conversation for once. It's all a bit blurry; but does it matter, if they're talking?Tycutio Week 2025 || Day 2: Dream
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- Part 1 of Tycutio Week 2025
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"Why are you like this, damn it?! You're just like-" Tank's voice suddenly cuts out. Surprisingly, he stops himself, but Ripp sees the angry sparks still flying from his eyes. The dangerous kind of curiosity gets better of him. Something doesn't let him quit.
"Come on." He opens his arms again, eyes glued to his brother. A silent bring it on, a red rug to a bull. "Say it."
Heat leaves Tank's face, but it's still in his eyes. It's different now. This isn't the anger that Ripp sees whenever his brother is about to get into a fight. It's colder, mixed with a drop of something else. Disgust? Fear? Pain?
His tone grows quieter, but not less hostile.
"You're just like mom."
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Or: Ripp tries to sneak out. Tank catches him. An argument breaks out.
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hold my hand tight (we'll make it another night) by rb_bard
Fandoms: The Sims (Video Games)
29 Jul 2025
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Ripp didn't think about it on his way to the Smiths' house — but, to be honest, he wasn't thinking much at all. He was driven by emotions pumping in his veins and distracted by the pain still pulsating in his cheek; he let his feet lead him somewhere safe, somewhere far from home. And before he knew it, he was standing on his boyfriend's porch.
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or: After a bad fight at the Grunt household, Ripp seeks comfort in his boyfriend's arms.
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your eyes like the night skies (they shine like stars) by rb_bard
Fandoms: The Sims (Video Games)
21 Jul 2025
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"Alright now. You gotta hold still."
Ripp grins under Ophelia's touch.
"Isn't this what I've been doing all along?"
"Actually, no." Johnny comments from where he's watching the two of his partners closely. There's an awfully smitten smile on his face, clashing with the clearly teasing tone of his voice. "You've been stirring all the time and distracting her with your stupid jokes."
Ripp gasps at that.
"How dare you?! My jokes are delightful!"
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or: when JRO hang out at Johnny's, Ripp asks Ophelia to do his make up. Chaos ensues.