#I wanna protect her w every cell in me like I’m gonna protect her and that babies energy so that no one harms them

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can you pls make a part 2 for containment IM BEGGING I READ IT AND NOW IM DAYDREAM EVERY HOUR

YOOOO! I have been looking for an excuse to revisit this story and I’m so glad you gave me one. 🥹 so thank you so much for reading it.

content warning: time skip, lots of angst, sexual content, engagement and marriage talk, bits of his canonical personality and situation, mentions of violence, s*xual assault and murder, religion, mentions of alcohol abuse :(, happy ending though because I couldn’t write the alternative w/o crying :)))))

📝: also gonna preface and say you aren’t going to agree with all of (y/n)’s decisions and that’s okay. No need to be mad or rude. Let’s keep it cute 🫶🏾 also, minors do not interact! This is really long for this format so I apologize but I got emotional writing it and got carried away. Sorry! 😭

(Y/N) continued working as a guard for Greenville and on the containment unit for another year. In that time, maturing and learning a lot about yourself. As well as your inmates..mainly #104330, Eren Jaeger.

the illustrious affair between you and the convict continued for a while. Sneaking around the prison and hiding in unknown places just to get a taste of one another. Your lust growing stronger as time passed. “I can’t get enough of you, Ms. (L/N)..I know it’s wrong, I know I can get you in a lot of trouble but I can’t help myself.” “You’re the criminal here, not me. If anything, I’m the one that knows better..but I’m not sorry. Not sorry for the way I feel about you.”

that insatiable lust eventually grew into something deeper but even so, neither of you were in the position to confess or put that love on display. It would bring great shame if you did so you had to find a way to conceal those feelings..including some pretty bad habits. Downing a bottle every night to keep from thinking about your actions.

Eren had been sitting behind bars for six years now, only a small dent in his fifty year sentence. And not once had he spoken about trying to get out. Nor did he have any desire to confess his crimes to you or anyone. However, under his sentence, he was granted an automatic appeal that he had no choice but to take.

It was during an audit of prisoner paperwork that you discovered what he was behind bars for and the truth shocked you. He was convicted of second degree murder after the owner of the foster home he was raised in was found dead. Stabbed over ten times. The community was devastated and with the victim being a prominent member in the church, they threw the book at him. There was still a missing piece of the puzzle that didn’t make sense though and he had no interest in clearing it up..

“There’s my dirty little secret, CO. Still wanna keep defending me? I’m just like every other piece of shit here..another monster with a fucked up past. Nothing special. I’m even worse because I killed a pastor.”

(Y/N) was still convinced that there was more to the story and you were right when you just so happened to hear one of his phone calls with his best friend.

“I don’t understand, Eren. If you told the truth, it could change everything. That man was no saint, he abused us for years. If they knew you did it to protect us, they might let you go. This could be your shot at freedom.” “I’ve been free for six years. Free from all of it..I’m finally out of that hellhole, nothing here could ever be worse than that fucking place and you guys are able to live happily without having to worry anymore. You’re in college, doing big things. You’re about to graduate. Mika’s married and having a kid, like she always wanted. She doesn’t have to worry about some creepy old bastard touching her at night. Is that not enough? It is for me..”

your heart was breaking, knowing that his actions were completely selfless and he refused to fight for himself. Missing out on important accolades and milestones that he shouldn’t have to. Meanwhile, he continued his same routine of holing up in his cell..reading, studying and staying to himself. But things were about to take a drastic turn when one of your coworkers confronted you about him.

“He’s being transferred out next week..they’re sending him to Liberio.” “There’s no way!…that place is a hundred times worse.” But your supervisor and warden’s hands were tied and quite frankly, he was one less person to deal with.

“My hands are tied, (L/N). You’ll have to find a new pet..” mocking the fact that the two of you were so close.

you were devastated hearing the news, knowing he’d end up in trouble or dead in a facility like that. Now more than ever, you wanted to fight for him to be free! He was the last person who deserved such a cruel fate. But being relocated was the least of his worries. He was only upset about one thing…

“…I don’t give a damn where they send me. Truthfully, it’s just another cell for me to rot away in…but I don’t wanna lose you, CO. I think you may be the only thing keeping me from checking out. This is the happiest I’ve ever been. Here with you..”

full blown tears coming down the both of your faces, right after another passionate quickie as you holed up in your normal spot. You were hysterical, as was he and it was the first time he’d ever shown emotion, at least from what you’d seen..

“Eren, you have to file that appeal. You shouldn’t be here..you don’t belong with these fucked up animals. Please, you have to fight. Let me testify at that hearing.” “So they can put your pretty ass in a jumpsuit too? It’s fine, miss (L/N). I’ll just take whatever they give me. I’ve been doing that my entire life, it’s nothing new.”

he refused to put you in that situation though..knowing that someone must’ve noticed your little rendezvous by now and would surely use it against the both of you. You’d end up fired or worse and he’d have his sentence lengthened. So you’d have to trust that he’d be okay. That they wouldn’t tear him apart.

some months passed and Eren had been longed transferred to Liberio. Nicknamed ‘the underworld’..known for its seedy dealings, organized fight clubs with the prisoners and countless inmate deaths. It was awful and all you could do was hope that he’d be alright. While at work, you’d even visit the prison chapel and pray for him. His safety, well being and all..meanwhile, you were falling apart. Laying up with a man you knew nothing about nor did you love just to fill the void but it wasn’t the same. He wasn’t him…

It was one day when you were sitting at home after getting some much needed time off; as they had made that job much worse..that you received a letter in the mail and it was from a name that you’d heard quite often..Armin Artlert. After a while, Eren began to loosen up and tell you all about the two people on the outside that made his life tolerable and he was one. His very best and only friend for a long time.

upon reading it, he’d proceed to introduce himself; saying that you’d never want but Eren wrote about you constantly. He said that you had helped him so much. He then went on to tell you how Eren was adjusting at the new facility. Told you that he had been in a pretty bad attack that left him with a stab wound but he was fine now. “He’s so brave, I wish I had half of his courage. I owe him everything. It’s because of him, we got to live.” He wrote that not only had Eren gotten saved but that he was finally letting him and their other friend Mikasa have visits, even bringing his ‘nephew’ to see him. With a picture of all of them together.

But that wasn’t even the best part..not only had Eren passed his exam for the law certificate but he put it to use and went through with the parole hearing and you couldn’t believe what was said next.

“He’s being released…he’s coming home.”

collapsing to your knees right there in the living room, you’d sob and clutch the letter. Overcome with joy that he’d be out of there. And of course, there was one more thing that Armin needed you to know: “he still loves you..very much. I believe he fought this hard for you.”

Eren, who’s released a month later on parole, calls you from outside the bus station, telling you that he’s finally free and that he wants to see his beloved CO. And you don’t hesitate to come running..

Eren, who makes love to you better than any man is overcome with emotion as he’s inside of you. Going deeper and deeper as if he never wants to pull out. Doing all the nasty things he’d written about prior. Fucking you all over the entirety of your house for all the time that you two had been apart. From the kitchen counter that he placed you on top of to the shower, where he pulled your hair and fed you back shots. Even eating you out as he hoisted you against the wall; those days of lifting weights on the rec yard coming in handy. Losing his mind when you called him ‘daddy.’

“I missed you so much..so tight for me..feels so fucking good. I swear, I thought about you every night, baby..” Making you come more times in one night than your ex ever could…

Eren, who left his cock buried deep inside of you, long after you were finished, laid on top and stared at your pretty face. Confessing how much he loved you and you’d do the same. Knowing that this would change everything with him being here but neither of you cared.

Eren, who wanted a second chance at life, so as long as you were by his side.

#cherry’s drabbles 🍒 #aot x black reader #black fem reader #black reader #eren x black fem!reader #black reader smut #black fanfiction #eren imagines #eren smut #aot au #inmate eren #eren jaeger #eren jaeger x reader #aot angst #attack on titan eren #eren x black reader #eren x reader #eren jaeger fic #eren headcanons #aot headcanons #aot imagines #prisoner au #prison au #this was so long for no reason omg #snk eren #cw priest #cw sex mention #alcohol cw #cw assault #cw violence

[leahcee]

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#dude my store manager (also doubles as my friend) told me and my other coworkers (friends) that she’s pregnant #I went to the back room to put shoes away and Olivia was grinning like an idiot (at least that’s what it looked like from her eyes up💀) #and Kaylie (pregnant one) was like should I show Elsa? and I was like it’s gonna be some weird video bc Olivia’s acting like an idiot rn #and giggling all hard #so Kaylie shows me a pic on her phone and it’s a fucking sonogram #bro when I tell u I lost my shit I mean like I started crying and I was like <<DUDE I KNEW IT!!€> #like I just had this feeling that she was but obvi I was never gonna straight up ask bc it’s like we’re close but not that close #and she is and I’m like 🥺🥺🥺 #we were all freaking out and giggling and just having a great time #I wanna protect her w every cell in me like I’m gonna protect her and that babies energy so that no one harms them #cant wait to spoil my work niece/nephew in the near future🥰 #there’s gotta be a gender neutral term for niece/nephew

[fandom-imagines-stories]

Run to You Part Two

Derek Morgan x Reader

Words: 2494

Part One

Summary: Having been dating for a while, you finally feel comfortable enough to introduce your boyfriend to your daughter, Angelica. Derek takes on the role better than you could have imagined and you start to feel like a family. Then one day, Angelica disappears from a friend’s house and your ex husband starts making demands. 

Notes: Thank you all for the support you’ve shown for this series so far! Funnily enough, this three parter is actually similar to a Fox Mulder x Reader series I started a couple of months ago that may or may not see the light of day. I guess if you guys really like this plot and if you like The X Files, let me know if you’d be interested in that. 

Warnings: Mentions of domestic abuse, stalking, kidnapping. 

More Criminal Minds: HERE

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Derek made a half-hour drive take twenty minutes and pulled up to the front of the school. Local police had already been called in and were bombarding you with questions. He broke through the wall of officers to get to you. 

“Oh thank god,” You exclaimed and he took you in his arms without a second hesitation. “She’s gone.” You sobbed into his chest. “He took her. I know he did.” 

“Ma’am, I need you to calm down and tell us who you think took your daughter.” A female officer said calmly, taking another step towards you.

“Stop crowding her. Everybody back up!” Derek ordered. 

“I’m sorry, sir, who are you?” Another officer asked, sounding defensive. Derek pulled out his badge. 

“SSA Derek Morgan. I’m from the Behavioral Analysis Unit.” 

“It’s a little early to call you guys in, isn’t it?” The first officer said. 

“I’m not here officially. I know the missing girl.” 

“Then we’re going to need to ask you a few questions.” The defensive officer snapped. You pushed in between them. 

“I know who took her. Please, we have to find my baby.” 

“Y/N, just take a deep breath, okay.” Derek put a hand on your shoulder and waited for you to calm down a little. “Now, what do you mean you know who took Angelica?” You tried to keep a sob from escaping, but the tears fell freely. 

“Her father.” You watched Derek’s face morph with confusion. “My ex-husband.” 

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You sat in the police station with Derek’s hand running up and down your back as you slowly sipped a glass of water. You hardly remembered getting there or seeing members of Derek’s team arrive. Since there was already a leading suspect, the BAU wouldn’t be called in, but Agent Hotchner and Agent Prentiss came anyway to help Derek consult with the police. 

“Ma’am, my name is Gina. I’m going to need to ask you a couple of questions, okay?” The officer from earlier started. You nodded, drinking the rest of your water. 

“Um, Derek, maybe you should go talk to Agent Hotchner and Agent Prentiss. Ask them what they need to know from me.” You suggested. You didn’t want to have to explain everything to him like it was an interrogation. Derek nodded in understanding and gently kissed the side of your head. 

“Let me know if you need anything.” He gave Gina a thankful smile and joined Hotch. 

“The police said they don’t have any problems with us being here as long as we stay out of their way.” Hotch informed, casting a sympathetic look in your direction. “How is she?”

“Her little girl is missing, Hotch. She’s doing about as well as you’d expect.” Morgan sighed. 

“What do we know about the suspect? She seems pretty certain that her ex is the one that took her daughter.” Prentiss asked. 

“Just his name and that they used to be married. I’m gonna call and see what Garcia can dig up.” He pulled out his cell and kept his eyes on you as you spoke to the officer. 

“All-knowing goddess, what can I do for you?” Penelope answered cheerfully. 

“I need your help, babygirl.” He said seriously. “Y/N’s little girl is missing.” 

“Oh god.” She gasped. With still so many more questions, she readied her fingers over her keyboard. “What do you need?”

“Lance Booker. Anything and everything you can find on him: properties, businesses, residences, especially places in the last six years.” He heard a flurry of typing before she answered. 

“Got it. I’ll send you the list forthwith.” There was a long pause, followed by a sad gasp. 

“What is it, Garcia?”

“Lance Booker’s ex-wife, Y/N… your Y/N? Ugh, I hate my job sometimes.” 

“Penelope!” He shouted into the receiver, his sudden outburst making Prentiss jump. 

“Sorry, sorry.” Penelope fretted. “At the time of their divorce six years ago and Y/N receiving full custody of their daughter, Y/N filed a restraining order against Booker with claims of domestic violence. She’s filed multiple reports of stalking since then, but without breaking any of the terms of the restraining order, the police haven’t been able to hold him for anything.” Derek’s hand tightened around the device to the point where he heard the shell crack. 

“Thanks Garcia.” 

“You’re going to find her, Derek.” Penelope assured him quietly. He took a deep breath. 

“I’ll keep you updated. Keep looking into this guy and anyone else who might have taken Angelica.” He snapped his phone shut and pressed it against his forehead, trying to calm himself down. He needed to be the one who held it together. He couldn’t let you see any anger or panic in him because it would just make you angry and panicked even more. 

It seemed like you were finishing up with the officer so he started back in your direction. Seeing him, you stood. Judging from his expression, he knew. 

“Derek, I can explain.” You wanted to reach out to him, but you kept your arms tightly wrapped around yourself as if it kept you from falling to pieces. “I wanted to tell you.” You wiped a stray tear from your cheek. “I wanted to tell you about all of it. About Lance a-and our marriage and everything that happened, but I just didn’t know how.” His eyes softened and he ran his hands down your tense arms. 

“You don’t have to explain anything to me, baby.” While there were so many questions in his mind, none of them mattered. All that mattered was that you were here with him and Angelica was out there somewhere with that man.  

The group fell silent as your phone started to ring. With a shaking hand, you looked down at the unfamiliar number, glancing back up at Derek for instructions. He nodded slowly while Prentiss called Garcia to get a trace on the number. You took a deep breath and answered. 

“Hey baby.” The voice on the other end sent a tremor up your spine. You kept your eyes locked on Derek’s to keep from hanging up right there. 

“Lance, where’s Angelica?” You tried to sound calm but you wanted to rip the bastard apart. 

“You know, she doesn’t even remember me?” He hissed. “When I picked her up from school, she had no idea who I was. But I guess that’s what happens when you decide to replace me for six years.” 

“Lance, please. I need to know that she’s okay.” 

“Of course she’s okay. She’s got Agent Morgan protecting her, right? Oh wait, he failed at that too.” He barked furiously. Your body tensed up even more. 

“How do you know about Derek?” You asked slowly. Derek’s expression didn’t change, but he felt a shot of guilt go through him. He was the trigger. 

“I have ways of knowing.” 

“He wants you to change the subject. Keep talking about Angelica.” Agent Hotchner instructed, keeping his voice low so the other end wouldn’t hear. You nodded in understanding. 

“Lance, I need to know that Angelica is okay. I need to hear her voice.” You kept your voice as level as possible. There was a shuffle on the other end and you nearly broke down when you heard Angelica’s confused voice. 

“Mommy? W-where are you? I wanna go home.” 

“I’m coming, baby. Everything is going to be okay.” You cried, hearing the sound of the phone switching back. 

“We’re going to be a family again.” Lance growled. “I’ll call again soon.” The line went quiet and you finally stopped holding your breath, leaning against the desk. You let the phone slip out of your hand and fall to the floor. 

“Did we get a trace?” Morgan called to the agents behind him, keeping his eyes glued on you. Hotch sighed. 

“Garcia said there was something interfering with the signal.” 

“Lance was a phone technician, he knows how to hide.” You said blankly. “He won’t let us find him until he wants us too.” 

The agents and officers around you were in a frenzy trying to dig up all of the information they could possibly find on Lance. Every time they said his name, you felt the back of his hand or the heel of his boot. For six years, you had been free of him. Angelica had been free of him. How dare he come back and ruin what you had built all on your own?

 Something inside of you switched. You weren’t just  frightened anymore. You were pissed off.

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You didn’t move. You didn’t eat the food Derek had put in front of you. You didn’t drink the water he’d brought either. All you could do was stare at the phone, leg bouncing up and down anxiously. You hadn’t wanted to go home, but both the police and Agent Hotchner thought it would be a good idea in case Lance tried to contact you there. A team was setting up a device to hook your phone up to so they could control the line. All you could do was watch from the kitchen table, hands clasped in front of you like you were praying.

Derek watched you from the living room as his team set up the phone. He sat down on the couch, running a hand down his face. He should have asked you about Lance sooner. Maybe he could have prevented this if he only knew what had happened. 

“We’re going to find her, Derek.” Prentiss said, sitting down next to him. She’d watched the way that this was tearing him apart. He didn’t respond. Both watched as the youngest of their team approached your table. 

“Miss Y/L/N?” You looked up, finding the agent you could only assume was Dr. Reid. No one else was that young. 

“Yes?”

“I, um, I’m Dr. Spencer Reid. I work with Morgan- I mean, Derek.” He asked to sit down and you just nodded in response. “I would like to talk to you about your ex-husband, if that’s okay?” 

“I don’t know what else I can tell you.” You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Lance was… mean. He was controlling and when he didn’t get what he wanted, he got violent. But he never hurt Angelica. Ever.” You stared at the table’s wooden surface. “I was always there to protect her.” You felt a tear slip down your cheek. Reid’s lips formed a thin line. 

“What was he like before? When you first met him or when you first got married?”

“Well he wasn’t the monster he is now, I can tell you that.” You sneered. “When I met him, he was sweet. Sure, he was mysterious and attractive, so I did whatever he said, but he was romantic and- and different from the other guys I’d dated. When we got married, I thought ‘this is it’, you know? Standing in that little church, everything felt exactly like it was supposed to. But after Angelica was born, everything changed. It was like he’d been hiding this creature under his skin all those years and it was finally emerging.” 

“Do you remember anything specific that might have triggered this change?” 

You shook your head. “I just remember the first time it happened. There weren’t any warning signs or anything. He hadn’t been irritable or upset. He just… snapped. Angelica was in her high chair and she had thrown her bowl of food on the floor. He must have heard the sound and he came into the kitchen. When I knelt down to clean it, he grabbed my hair and pulled me up, screaming about how it was my fault. How I made a mess and that he was going to show me what happens to people who mess up his life. And then he hit me. He hit me over and over and left me on the floor to clean. I should’ve- I should have left him right there. I should have taken her and run, but I didn’t. In my head, it wasn’t his fault. It was because of his past, it was because of me. I should have run. I should have left. I should-” 

“Miss Y/L/N.” Reid interrupted, allowing you to gasp for air. You must have forgotten to breathe. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he was stopped by the shrill, dooming sound of the phone. 

You bolted from the table and joined the agents in the living room, waiting for the signal to answer. 

“Okay, you remember how it works?” Derek asked. You nodded. “Alright. Keep him talking. Don’t let him go off the subject of Angelica. You just want your daughter back. You don’t want to hurt him.” He pointed at the device and you picked up the receiver with a shaking hand. 

“Hello?” 

“Tell Agent Morgan he can’t replace me.” 

“Lance, I’m tired. I just want Angelica back safe.”

“No, you want to play happy family with your BAU boyfriend. He isn’t her father. I am!” He spoke with the fury of a madman. Derek looked at the rest of the team grimly. Lance was spiralling. 

“What do you want me to do, Lance? I’ll do anything to get her back, just please, I miss my daughter.” You cried. Derek pressed the button and muted the call. 

“Y/N, you have to keep calm. I know it’s hard, but Lance is trying to push you. He wants you to break, but you can’t.” He took your hand, softening his tone. “I’m right here. You can do this.” Under Derek’s comforting voice, you could hear Lance start to ramble. 

“I just want us to be happy again. Do you remember when we were happy?” You waited for Derek to press the button again before responding. 

“Y-yeah, I remember.” 

“We can be happy again. We can be happy again…” His voice trailed off and you heard a shuffling sound. 

“Wait, don’t hang-” You exclaimed, but the line went dead. You slammed the receiver back down and kicked the coffee table it sat on. “He’s going to kill her. He’s going to kill her.” You pushed a lamp over and listened to the bulb shatter against the carpet. Before you could break anything else, or hurt yourself, Derek locked his arms around you, pinning yours to your side. “Let me go! He’s going to kill her! It’s my fault! It’s all my fault!” 

He kept a hold of you as you screamed, sitting down on the couch with you on his lap. The other agents just stood, watching the scene of turmoil. Reid was standing completely skill, eyes darting in between invisible words in his head. He suddenly looked at Prentiss. 

“Get Garcia on the phone.” He said, turning back to you and Morgan. 

“What did you get?” Prentiss asked. She was still trying to decipher everything that Booker said. Reid swallowed. 

“I think I know where he might be keeping Angelica.” 

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Series: @ weasleytommy, @ lowsodiumfreaks67, @panhoeofmanyfandoms

#derek morgan x reader #shemar moore #criminal minds #criminal minds imag #spencer reid #emily prentiss #derek morgan #badass #domestic violence #kidnapping

[yourgoldengirls]

Lonely

Pairing: Rick Grimes x F!Reader

Summary: After the fall of the prison, the reader finds herself alone with baby Judith mourning her family while trying to survive.

Warnings: angst, fluff

W/C: 3360

Ao3

A/N: Yes, I am writing this while there is a HUGE list of assignments that I am currently ignoring. Please enjoy my attempt of failing college. If you like it, please reblog and leave a comment. This is my first time writing fanfiction so I am open to criticism, but I am also a sucker for compliments. English is not my first language so if there is any mistakes please let me know.

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She doesn’t remember ever feeling so lonely.

Of course, before all this she was always alone, living in her small apartment in the city and working in her cubicle.

But now, as she sits in an abandoned car in the middle of the desert road with the baby in her arms, she feels lonely.

Before, she didn’t know what was like to have a family, to care and rely on someone, to share your fears and joy and journey with people that care deeply about you.

So yes, before she was alone. But she wasn’t lonely. She wasn’t missing anything.

You can’t miss what you never had.

Now, while she is scare and hungry in the middle of the apocalypse holding an already asleep Judith, she feels lonely.

Now she misses her family.

She misses Carl’s laugh and jokes, and the way he would always come to her when he wanted to talk about his fears or when he wanted help to prank his father.

She misses Maggie and their late night talks in the guard tower while they were keeping watch (their apocalypse sleepover, as they like to call) when they would just pretend to be two friends in the normal world gossiping about the neighbors and boyfriends with Beth.

She misses Daryl and his shy demeanor, how he always would hunt for them even when they already had food enough as a way of showing he cares without having to say it.

She misses Glenn and his sweetness, the way he would always make sure she ate something before taking shifts clearing the fence. The way he took care of her as she was his little sister, since he found her in one of his runs back in Atlanta and toke her to the camp without questions.

She misses Michonne and her sass, they afternoon training and how she never lets anyone touch her katana but agreed in showing her how to use it.  

But most of all she misses Rick.

God, she misses him so much it hurts.

Their relationship was complicated at first.

Back in Atlanta, they became friends. When he showed up, she had already formed a strong bond with Carl, so it made sense she would also become close to his parents. Lori had always trusted her with Carl when she was not around (a.k.a in the woods screwing Shane) so the boy started seeing her as a source of comfort and protection.

When he was shot back in the farm, she was by his side every day, reading and playing games until he was strong enough to leave the room.

She held him when they found out about Sofia. Dried his tears when he cried at night. She was always with him while his parents were dealing with their broken marriage.

When they lost the farm and went back in the road, she would take care of him, giving him her food and coat at night. With Lori pregnant, Rick was always looking after her, giving her his food and making sure she and the baby wore the safest they could be in the apocalypse, with monsters everywhere, so she took upon her to worry about Carl.

Rick was constantly worried about the baby, starting to lose his mind trying to find a solution to keep everyone safe. But there is so much a man can do at the end of the world.  

So, one night when everybody was sleeping and he was up keeping watch, he broke down.

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She was laying next to Carl, holding the boy, and trying to keep him warm the best she could. The others were already asleep, but she could never keep her eyes close these days. Always worried she would never open then again.

So when she heard sniffing noises she knew it was Rick, the only one awake besides her.

Carefully not to disturb the kid sleeping next to her, she stood up and when to sit next to him.

"Hey"

Rick look at her and gave her a small smile, too tired to try and hide his tears from her.

"Wanna talk about?"

He just kept looking at her and sigh. Looking at him up closely, she saw how exhausted he looked. He was thinner, his hair and beard were longer, and his eyes had dark circles around. She knew she didn’t look much better.

"I’m scared." he whispered so quietly that if she weren’t so close, she wouldn’t be able to hear it. "Everybody is counting on me and I just.. I don’t know what to do. I’m disappointing everyone."

In that moment she looked at him and she swore he never locked so small. So unsure of himself. The strong and forceful leader of the group was nowhere to be seen.

"Hey, that’s not true. We all know that you are doing your best." she told him, eager to comfort him, to take him away from those demons that was starting to craw up on his shoulders.

"What do you do when your best is not good enough?" he asks her looking so lost, hoping that she had the answers to all his questions and could fix him somehow.

She then took his wands and forced him to turn and face her, to look her in the eyes, hoping that what she had to say next could penetrate his skin and comfort him best if he had all his attention fixed on her.

"We are going to be okay, Rick. As long as we are together, we are going to be okay. We’re going to figure it out. I promise."

He just looked at her and smile, squeezing her hand but didn’t let go.

"Plus, you are going to have another baby soon. Can’t go around losing all hope now, right?  If anything, we have to try harder." she tries to bring his mind in something to look forward to, something to keep going.

"Is not my baby." he says and she is more confuse than ever.

"What?"

"Is Shane’s baby." he says and his voice is so small that she thinks that she heard wrong, but the look in his face tells her she didn’t.

"Oh, Rick.."

She then takes his face in her hands and he cries harder, letting his face fall to her shoulders while she holds him.

She holds him until his tears dry, then his head movers from her shoulders to her lap and he closes his eyes while she plays with his hair until he falls asleep.

They found the prison two days later and he hugged her so hard she thought her ribs were going to break.

--

After that night, they became closer and closer. Like Carl, he starts to look for her when in need of comfort and reassurance. They would be constantly talking and making plans for update the prison, going on runs together and always having each other’s backs.

When Lori died giving birth, she didn’t allow herself to cry. The moment Maggie show up with the baby in her arms and Carl with that devastated look in his face, she knew she had to be strong for them. The tree of them.

So while Rick was grieving, she was taking care of his kids. Judith would be in her arms constantly and Carl was always on her toes. She notices that the boy was trying to hold back in front of everyone, so at night she would always bring the kids to her cell and hold a crying Carl while Judith was sleeping.

When Rick showed up looking like himself again, he came to her while she was feeding Judith. He sat besides her and watched the baby girl like she was some sort of angel in the middle of a battlefield. Too pure for this world. He then looked at her and she smiled at him and told him that it was going to be okay.

And he believed her.

After that it was natural that they would gravitate towards each other. She was taking care of his kids after all, and he was so lost that it was disorientating. The whole world was a blur, and she was the only thing keeping him grounded. She became his rock.

Every time he saw her talking with Carl, making sure he was eating, playing with him in at attempt of bringing him some sort of childhood, he felt like he could breath again. When she was holding Judith, feeding, and singing to her, he felt the ache in his chest decreasing.

Every time she would hug him, smile at him, or do anything as looking at his direction, he felt like she was the only thing holding his head above water, the only thing keeping him from drowning.

Piece by piece she collected him.

So it wasn’t a surprise when one day their hugs started to last longer, when the kisses on the cheek moved closer and closer to the mouth, when the gazes became silent conversations.

Everyone notice they pinning around each other but they knew that it was all that was going to be. Both too afraid and feeling too guilty to act on whatever was going on between them.

They needed to take things slow. It wasn’t fair to any of them to jump into something so soon after Lori’s death. It wasn’t fair to Lori, Rick, Carl. It wasn’t fair to her. So they needed time.

But that’s the thing with living in the end of the world. Time is a luxury. A privilege that you can’t really count on.

When the prison fell the only thing in her mind wore the kids. She couldn’t remember who had Judith, where Carl was, she couldn’t find anybody. She was starting to panic when she saw Judith placed on the baby chair on the floor, seconds from being eaten by a walker.

She quickly picked her up and ren as fast as she could. She ren so much until her legs started to give up. She didn’t have time to think about anything else. She just had to take her out of there.

Now she doesn’t know where she is. She doesn’t know how long is been since she left the prison. She doesn’t know if anybody else is alive, and if they are, she knew she will never find them again. She is scare and have no idea how she is gonna keep her and Judith safe.

Up until this moment, she been living from fruits and some cans she found in some abandoned cabins she crossed along the way. But she is getting weaker. She can’t really hunt without a proper weapon and a baby in her arms. She tried going in the city to scavenge some stores for food to Judith, but she was only able to collect a few things before the baby started crying and attracted walkers from every ware. After that she gave up on that idea and started looking for some place safe enough to spend a few days so she and Judith could have a proper rest.

She never allows herself to sleep when she stops to rest, afraid to wake up surrounded by walkers. So when Judith wakes up, she feeds her with the formula that is left and starts walking again. At this point she doesn’t even feel the pain in her legs anymore, is like her body is moving by himself, she is numb.

Judith seems to understand that something is wrong, never complaining, even when she is tired of being carried all the time, and when she is hungry she just pulls her hair, seeming to understand that making noises is too dangerous. Being a baby born in this world, Judith sems to have a different way of behaving that any other babies that she was ever seen. She is still to young to speak, but she makes the cute little noises as if she were trying to communicate, making the woman smile every time and pretend that she is understanding every “word”.

She is immersed in one of her conversations with Judith when she sees the sign. Stopping suddenly, she reads again and again, as if the words would change the minute she looked away and it would be all a projection of her imagination.

But it wasn’t.

So she starts running.

Even though she has her doubts about the existence of an actual sanctuary in this new world, she must check. Is the only scrum of hope after so long. And even if the said sanctuary exists, there is no guaranty that is run by good people. At this point, she has already learned to not trust the living.

So as she starts to get closer and closer to Terminus, she slows her pace not to dry attention before she has the opportunity to check the place.

But then suddenly there is an explosion and gun shots.

She holds Judith closer and tries to hide in a place that allows her to see what is happening but there is too much smoke, so she decides to stay there until is over. Even if there are good people in this place, there is not much help she can provide in this situation with a baby in her arms, and no gun. So she waits and waits until there is no more gun shots.

Judith is surprisingly calm during all this, so she decides is safe to get out of the hidden place and try to see what is going on. All kinds of things go though her mind as she walks towards a little commotion of people walking in direction of the woods, away from Terminus. She is mostly scare of crossing the way of bad people, but she has to see, the seed of hope never living her chest as she goes in direction of the first group of people that she encountered since the fall of the prison.

Maybe they are good people. Maybe they will welcome the lonely woman with the baby in her arms and offer her a place in their group. It will never be the same as being with her group, her family, but at least she would be safe, Judith would be safe.

Or maybe they are awful people and she is about to face another nightmare, another demonstration of what hell is like in the hands of the living, and all hope will be crushed again in front of her eyes.

Of all the things passing trough her mind, finding her family was definitely not one of them. Not once she thought that they wore alive and she would see them again.

At first, she thought that she was seeing things, maybe she was delirious. After all, how long can a person live without enough among of water, food and sleep and still expect to have a healthy function mind? She was going insane, that was definitely it.

But then she saw Daryl running towards Carol and everyone’s faces of surprise and relief and there was no way her mind could create that. Daryl running to hug someone? Not even her delirious mind could made that up.

She stood there paralyzed, trying to ground herself into believing that this was actually her family standing in front of her, when Judith cries draws everyone’s attention to her.

Next thing she knew Rick was running in her direction with Carl in his toes and she was being engulfed with the tightest hug she ever received in her life. Suddenly she was overwhelmed with all kinds of emotions and everything around her was Rick. The smells, the touches, she couldn’t see or think about anything that wasn’t him. After so many days, weeks (was it months? She stop counting so long ago) without knowing if he was dead, alive or something in between, she didn’t know which emotion was stronger. Relief, joy, surprise, love?

When Carl join them in the hug, she starts crying and they all fall to their knees on the ground. It was too much. Knowing that both kids were safe and in her arms was more than she could ever wish for. Her main goal during all this was to keep them safe, and to spend all this time in the road thinking that she had failed, that Carl was gone and she didn’t do anything about it was killing her more quickly than the lack of food or water ever could. Knowing now that he was alive was like receiving a tank of oxygen deep in the ocean, she could suddenly breath again.

When Rick pull back to look in her eyes her smile couldn’t be brighter.

"Sweetheart, is that you? Is it really you?"

When did she became sweetheart?  

He starts to caress her face and kiss her tears away with such tenderness that she starts crying even harder. He then smiles and takes Judith of her arms as Carl takes his place, hugging her like she was the last parachute in a plane crash.

"Oh, my baby.. I thought I lost you." she says in the most maternally way there is, while caressing the boy’s hair. "You are never leaving my side again."

The boy then laughs, and her smile grows because oh, how she missed that laugh, and everything falls into place.

"Yes, ma’am." the boy says full of joy and hints of laughs on his smile. "I missed you."

"I missed you too, honey." she says. "So very much."

They get up when the rest of the group starts to approach them, each member with smiles bigger than their faces, hugging her tighter than ever before.

Then Carl take Judith in his arms and Rick starts walking towards her again, holding her face with both hands and pressing their foreheads together. He closes his eyes and smiles before pressing a kiss in her lips and she is suddenly seeing stars.

Nothing could prepare her for this moment, not every novel she once read or the songs she used to listen. There was not one thing that was ever written about love that could describe this feeling. She wasn’t even sure if she could call it love.

It was stronger.

It was the kind of thing that would get you through anything, this feeling was the most powerful thing on earth, she was sure of that. With their mouths pressed against each other, she was sure that the only thing allowing her to breath was his lungs and his blood was only circling in his body due to her heartbeat.

They were one soul in two bodies.

She entangles her fingers in his messy hair and smiles in the middle on the kiss, making him smile as well as they break the kiss.

"I can’t believe this is real. You are here, and.. and Judith is here." he then looks at her with so much admiration in his eyes that she feels shy all the sudden. "You kept my daughter safe."

"Of course I did." she’s mine too.

"I guess I should have known." he than laughs. "You’ve been protecting my kids since day one. You are like the mama bear of the apocalypse."

She than laughs and shoves him playfully.

"I am not!"

"You are, you totally are." they laugh together as she shakes her head.

"He’s right, you totally are." Carl says and she is suddenly remained that they are not alone, and that he saw her kissing his father. But she doesn’t have time to be afraid of what he might think because when she looks at him, he has the biggest smile on his face.

Rick then takes her hand and kisses her knuckles; love is his eyes and she know that her face must mirror his.

"What now?" she asks him.

"Now.. we survive."

In that moment she knows she will never fell lonely again. She found her family, her kids, her love. She was home.

#rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #twd #the walking dead #fanfic #fan fiction #my writing #yourgoldengirls #rick #rick grimes fanfic #rick grimes imagine #one shot #rick grimes one shot #angst #fluff #happy ending

[platonicavengers]

heyyyyyy. can i request a fic where the reader is wanda and pietro's sister?

hi anon ahhhh tysm for the request!!!!!! i decided to make this into headcanons so i hope that’s ok!!!

this is my second time writing this, i accidentally deleted my first attempt :,) let’s try this again

pairing(s): maximoff twins x sibling!gn!reader && avengers x gn!reader

warnings: spoilers for aou/civil war, death, any warnings that would be included for those movies would apply her ig, non-descriptive violence

author’s note: OH also im gonna make two parts of this i think so it’s not super duper long. this part takes place from age of ultron - civil war

my masterlist | read part two

headcanons under the cut !

okay so let’s say you’re about 2 years younger than the twins

and, corresponding with my headcanon for the twins’ age, that would make you 15 during age of ultron

but let’s rewind a little bit to before aou

whenever your siblings volunteered themselves (along with you) for strucker’s experiments you were, wary, to say the least

“y/n we can finally get revenge on stark if we do this!!!!” - pietro, probably

“yes,,,, but maybe the best way to do that isn’t literal h u m a n e x p e r i m e n t a t i o n pietro-” - you

okay now we can fast forward again to aou

the powers you got were quite similar to wanda’s, except hers were more powerful

which you were jealous of

anyways

when the avengers attacked strucker’s base you were freaking the fuck out

i mean you were just a 15 year old kid, you didn’t stand a chance against them

so you let your siblings take care of it

and despite you being younger than them, you were extremely protective over them

and when they came back after fighting the avengers you were checking over them, making sure they weren’t hurt

you made sure to cuss them out after you made sure they were okay for putting themselves in danger like that

whenever ultron came to sokovia and met y’all in the church you were like :O

cuz what are you supposed to do in that situation

you were kinda silent the whole time, letting the twins do most of the talking

even if you wanted to you couldn’t, they stood in front of you as to kind of hide you from ultron’s view

(he knew you were there)

when y’all were in africa (was it africa??? i can’t remember im sorry) you were not a big fan of the idea of fighting the avengers

but it was either that or fighting ultron

the avengers showed up

you tried to fight as little as possible but you couldn’t stay away from the battle entirely

you went to use your powers on captain america but he fought against it and when he noticed you were so young he just kinda stopped and looked at you

“you shouldn’t be involved in this fight” - cap

“i have no other choice” - you

“i’m not gonna fight you, kid” - cap

wanda was in front of u all of a sudden

“then you can fight me instead” - wanda

and now we go to seoul

ultron had control of the cradle and was creating his vision

you and your siblings approached the cradle, pietro keeping you close to him with a protective arm around your shoulder

after finding out what ultron’s true motives were your brother and sister were finally on board to ditch ultron

when u were on the train you helped wanda with stopping it

going to the avengers tower w captain america afterwards and when u got there u were like h o l y s h i t this place is so cool

sadly you couldn’t focus very much on that as you were supposed to be stopping stark from creating ultron’s vision

which, obviously, you were unsuccessful in doing

and then boom. vision was born

fast forward to sokovia

you fought as hard as you could against all of the mini-ultron’s

when it came time for wanda to guard the core you were hesitant to let her stay there alone

but she urged you to go

you reluctantly agreed

you were there when clint ran back to save the little boy

and you watched as the bullets headed for them

and pietro ran in front of them

you tried to stop the bullets, you really did

but you weren’t fast enough

after he died, you blamed yourself entirely

if you had been just a second faster you could’ve saved him

you were devastated

after clint safely carried the boy to the ship, he carried pietro’s body over as well, despite your protests

he brought you over there as well, and you immediately sat next to your brother

you cried for what felt like hours

(it probably was)

after carrying wanda away from the city, he placed her down next to you

she immediately brought you into a hug, the two of you mourning your lost brother

not long after the events of sokovia, you and wanda moved into the new avengers compound and became official avengers

not going on the mission to lagos but obviously finding out what happened

you tried to comfort wanda, telling her it wasn’t her fault but she didn’t believe you

whenever the accords were brought up you knew you wouldn’t sign them

you feared what the government would do to you and wanda, the two of you being enhanced

tony somewhat confined you to the compound as well but he wasn’t as strict with it considering you weren’t in lagos

going with clint to the airport when he came to recruit you and wanda for team cap

during the whole airport fight most of team iron man didn’t wanna fight you since you were so young

which left you to mostly fight against spider-man, who you assumed was pretty close to your age

he kept trying to talk to you the whole time though which was pretty annoying

“dude, your powers are so cool! i mean, i have powers too, but th-they’re nowhere near as cool as yours! you have like, magic and stuff! that’s awesome-”

you cut him off by throwing a sign at him

“ow- okay, sorry-” - peter, while pinned under a sign LMFAO

you were taken to the raft along with most of team cap

you were forced into a straitjacket and a shock collar that went off every time you used your powers

which really sucked, considering you were always subconsciously using your powers, whether intentionally or not

when tony came by the raft you refused to look at him

he stopped in front of your cell and just stared at you

“this is your fault.” - you whispered

his heart broke at how weak you sounded

a couple days later when steve came to break you all out of the prison u were overjoyed

thought being on the run wasn’t too much better

stay tuned for part 2!!!!!!!

i’ll probably start working on it sometime later today and then have it posted either tonight or within the next few days!!!! :) hope u enjoyed!

#avengers fanfiction #avengers imagine #avengers x reader #marvel fanfiction #marvel imagine #mcu #platonic avengers #platonic!avengers x reader #gender neutral reader #x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #pietro maximoff x reader #sibling reader

[hispydamy618]

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power x Spaceling: Glitch in Space

Summary: After opening the portal, it tears a hole across the dimensions giving an entrance for the New York heroes: Utopix Jones, Georgine Wilson, Gabriel Rodriguez, Oliver Schmidt and Makena Jones, to fall right through. Together, they'll need to recreate the disaster that brought them to Etheria alongside the Princess' Rebellion in order to go back home and fix what was broken... but not before defeating the obstacles on the way.

Disclaimer: Contains spoilers for She-Ra’s season 3 finale and Spaceling’s issue 10-12 events.

(Thank you so much to @catlliecal​ for co-writing this with me!)

Masterlist: Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 (you're here!) // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7

Warnings: angst, some fluff; mention of blood

Word Count: 3.5k

Check Spaceling out!

Chapter 4: Fear in the Fright Zone

Utopix had gotten used to the fact of being kidnapped by people with strange intentions. But this time he was completely out of it. He woke up to a strange dark green cell. The floor was cold, instantly giving him shivers down his spine. He planned to move around the cell but the glowing green cuffs on his wrists stopped him from doing so. His ears picked on the sound of someone’s footsteps. Two persons. His heart hopefully waited that it was someone familiar.

“Good morning, little guy.” Catra greeted the one in her sarcastic manner, accompanied by Otu. “Did you have a good night sleep?”

“W-Where am I? Where’s Georgine? W-What did you do to her!?” Utopix tried to get up but the cuffs pushed him back down.

Catra laughed at his failed attempt. “Oh, wow! You’re so fiery like the glitter princess! No wonder she let you stay at her castle.”

Utopix glanced at Otu with a saddened look, but he instantly faced away, avoiding his eye contact. “What do you want from me?”

“I heard from a certain source that you hold an incredible power.” Catra scratched the shield of the cell containing Utopix as she talked. “And that power could be very useful to Lord Hordak. And I don't think you’d want to see him mad.”

His hand reached to his chest, gulping dryly at the meaning of her words. “M-My main core... but-” Utopix glanced at Otu once more. “I-If I do it, then I-I’ll... I’ll di-”

“Oh, no, no! It’s not my call to make, sweetheart.” Catra interjected, clearly lying in her statement. Her hand then turned off the shield to enter the cell with him as Otu turned the shield back on. “But if you refuse... I promise you... that not even Adora will be here to save you.” Her words entered Utopix’s ears menacingly, tears beginning to form on his eyes. 

“D-Don’t...” Utopix stared into nothingness, despite having Otu in front of him. “Y-You’d never-” 

Catra held the side of his face aggressively, her eyes staring into his as a threat. “Who do you think opened the portal that nearly destroyed everything?” 

Her smirk made Utopix tremble. The fear in his body didn’t allow him to stand up anymore, falling onto his knees as he released the rest of his tears. Sobbing as the cat let him to his own pity. 

“I suggest you move quickly, Utopix. Would hate if something happened to you.” Catra left with Otu, letting out an evil laugh as she disappeared from his sights.

=================

“She left us! I can't believe she left us after telling me to stay behind!” Adora shouted in anger as she walked around the room, waving her finger around like a disapproving mother.

“Adora...” Makena tried to interfere in her ranting.

“She might still think that I’m not good enough to fight near her! Everyone likes me! I like She-Ra! Everyone likes She-Ra!” Adora kept on rampaging and babbling around, feeling near the brink of madness.

“Adora!” Oliver shouted, placing his hands on her shoulders to stop her from walking any further. “Let’s just calm down and figure out how we’re gonna get them both.”

Adora was no stranger to the fact she had a bad habit of blaming herself for everything. Carrying the weight of the world in a sword wasn’t exactly the most stressless task out there. Despite the fact she knew there were things out of her control, she couldn’t help but pester herself over not doing everything she could to make sure things were perfect.

Utopix’s capture was just the newest addition to that list.

Upon getting back to Bright Moon, she had retreated behind the castle, keeping close to the cliffs that guarded Bright Moon. She wasn’t quite in the mood for dealing with more people, after telling them that she watched Catra take away their new friend that they swore to protect. It was a bit cruel that Georgine left with all that responsibility, but she could handle it. Maybe she’d come back and then inform the other princesses of what happened, and Adora wouldn’t have to break the news nor deal with any more guilt.

Some Princess of Power she was.

“Adora?” A familiar voice called out.

“Bow?” She replied on instinct before quickly covering her mouth.

“Adora!” Bow walked into her sight, pushing away a stray bush. “What are you doing back here?”

“How’d you even know I was back here?”

“I caught a glimpse of you coming over here,” Bow explained. “You looked really upset, the kind where you don’t wanna deal with anyone or anything. So I put myself in your shoes and then asked myself where I’d go if I wanted to avoid people.” He rested his fingers on his chin, as if deep in thought. “Certainly not in the castle, where anyone could walk in. The woods are off the table too, since someone would probably see me go into them. All that’s really left is somewhere tucked away outside, and it’s pretty tucked away behind the castle.”

“One point for team Bow,” she weakly raised a fist up in celebration. She lowered her fist back down. “But if you knew I wanted to be alone, then why did you come?”

“Simple,” Bow sat down next to her. “You needed to talk with someone about what happened, get it out of your system.”

“Didn’t Georgine already fill you in?”

“No, she hasn’t come back yet, or maybe she has and she’s hiding like you are.”

Adora lowered her head, remembering her absence. “I was kinda hoping that she’d explain everything for me,” Adora admitted.

“You don’t need to rush your answer, but what happened?”

Adora let out a long sigh. “...Utopix got captured by Catra.”

Bow bit down on his lip.

“I wanted to go after him,” she continued. “But Georgine said we couldn’t risk his safety by chasing after him with no real plan. So I had to let him go.”

“And you feel guilty for that.”

“Another point for team Bow,” she tried to smile, but it just felt awkward.

“You didn’t want to break the news to the others, so you ducked away to think over what you could have done differently.”

“You sure you aren’t a mind reader?” Adora asked.

“Nope. Only things I’m good at are archery and reading other people’s emotions.”

“You’re damn good at that last one.”

The two sat in silence for a while. Adora didn't really want to say anything else, and Bow was probably busy thinking of some sort of reply.

“You know,” Bow began, “just because you were there doesn’t mean every wrong thing is your fault.”

“Still, I can’t help but wonder what would have happened if I just moved. Maybe if I hadn’t let Catra getaway, maybe if I fought a little more, Utopix would still be with us.”

“Or maybe things wouldn’t be so good,” Bow countered. “You’d drive yourself mad if you keep going over all these alternate possibilities.”

“I guess so,” Adora sighed. Still, she was a leader, and a leader should be able to protect everyone. A leader should be able to make sure everyone was safe and all together. A leader should make sure nothing ever went wrong.

“Adora,” Bow said, “if you’re too focused on what you could have done, then you won’t be able to do anything to help get him back.”

“Huh?”

“I trust you enough to know you did everything you could back there,” Bow explained. “It might not have been the outcome you wanted, but you did everything you could. Now we can take the next step forward and create a plan so foolproof, Catra won’t even know what hit her!”

“You sure about that?”

“Positive,” Bow gave a confident smile. “This time you’ll have the whole team behind you. We won’t stop ‘till Utopix is back!”

Adora felt a genuine smile grace her face. “Thanks, Bow,” she leaned in for a hug. “I really needed to hear that.”

“Of course,” Bow returned the hug. “Now, let’s go find the others so we can start making that plan.”

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The Fright Zone’s usual eerie aura seemed to grow stronger with what was happening indoors. Catra had offered Utopix to Lord Hordak as if he was a peace offering after the disatrous failure that the portal caused. Which he gladly accepted.

“Fascinating,” Hordak’s fingers ran through Utopix’s dark locks, making the poor robot whimper. “It’s a fine specimen for your level of expertise.”

“He will help us recover from my.... our casualty with the rebellion.” Catra firmly reassured. “If we wait for the princesses to do any moves, it could mess up the plan.”

“How do you intend to use the core you speak of?” Hordak’s eyes narrowed at the rebellious cat.

Just in cue, Otu jumped from the shadows surrounding the lab and next to Catra. “Lord Hordak. Meet number 36. The new addition to the Horde. He came from the same place that the robot did and knows how to handle everything.”

“O-Otu...” Utopix quietly whispered, frowning as he looked up at him. 

“The core will create a great weapon! If we use it against the Princesses’ Rebellion, we’ll be able to conquer most of Etheria!” Catra’s tail wagged around as she proposed her next plan.

Hordak walked around the lab, staying quiet for most of her speech until he finally had something to say. “If your insolence costs us like the last time, I’ll personally see to it.”

Catra nearly gulped. Perfectly knowing that it was a promise.

“Remove the robot’s core as soon as you can and bring it to me when you're finished. Dismissed.”

Catra lowly growled and dragged Utopix out of the room, yanking the cable connected to his cuffs. Utopix’s heart clenched as they walked back to one of the compartments, awaiting his terrible fate; trusting that something or someone would act up on time. After Catra pushed Utopix against some locks placed on the walls, she went ahead and grabbed a taser in case he wanted to escape.

“...C-Catra, right?” Utopix softly spoke.

“Hmm,” she kept her sight locked on the taser, making sure that it worked properly by pressing the button a couple of times.

“Please... You don't have to do this. If Adora and the others--”

Catra then immediately threw the taser on the floor, scaring him unintentionally as she placed her hands on both of her sides. “Don't you DARE say that name again! I WILL dismantle you and I WILL create that weapon to finish those idiots once and for all!”

“No! Y-You don't know Adora like I do! S-She’s kind and cares about her friends... M-Maybe if you talked to her--”

Catra yelled furiously as she scratched the wall nearby in pure anger. “Shut up! Just shut up! Adora is NOT my friend! She never was! And I am NOT going to save her for a stupid and weak robot like YOU!” Her hand planted very near his face.

Utopix’s face was in genuine shock. The only person that had dared to speak that harsh to him ever was Gene. Oh, Gene... But his typical emotion poured out of his eyes once again. Long-lasting tears and uncontrollable sobs. Catra eventually snapped out of her sudden anger, catching her breath in long inhales and backing away from the crying robot. She then lowered her head, contemplating the long claws on her hands as if it actually meant something.

“...I-I’m sorry.” Utopix finally spoke.

Catra’s ears perked. “Why are you apologizing?”

“I-I didn't know that... you got hurt.”

Catra clenched her fists, feeling the sharpness of her claws nearly rupture her skin. “So what? It's not like you actually care.”

“A-And what if I do? You’d still kill me?” 

“Maybe I will,” she then reached for a sharp tool, making Utopix tremble. “Unless you still hold some secrets... and I'm going to get them all.”

“C-Catra... P-Please, listen to me...” his hands tried to shift around the tight locks. “D-Don’t do it!”

Otu turned around, clenching onto his arm, wishing to be anywhere else but there. Catra ran the tool down Utopix’s sweater, giving her access to his chest cavity and to his core. “36...” 

His whole body trembled, turning around to face her. Catra handed him the tool so he could make the first incision. “Go ahead.” 

Otu took a deep breath and leaned closer to him, but his hands betrayed him. They’d shake as the tool inched closer to his heart. Oh, how he wished that something in his head would play. A good memory. Anything that’d keep him from doing what he was about to do. But then his eyes averted to the scared one, seeing those distilling brown eyes made... something... palpitate. He never thought that he could see the stars in someone’s eyes. Yet, there they were. A single tear rolled down the counterpart’s cheek and then drove the tool deep inside...

...Catra’s leg.

While the cat yelled in pain, the half-glitched entity liberated the robot and ran out of the compartment, carrying him in his arms. Where? He didn't even know, but he needed to keep him away from the crazy cat as far as he could. Catra pressed the badge to alert Scorpia. “Scorpia!” She yelled in fury.

“Woah! Are you okay? You sound hu-!”

“36 defected! Send everyone after him! He escaped with the robot!”

Scorpia then alerted everyone else whom begun to look for the two. When the alarm went off, Otu ran as fast as he could to hide in one of the dark alleys. Once he set Utopix aside, he recovered his breath and crouched down to avoid anyone from seeing the two. 

“...W-Why?”

Otu turned around and looked at his counterpart. “W-Wha...”

“W-Why did you do it?” Utopix asked again.

“I... I-I don’t... I-I’m in--”

Utopix instantly hugged him, not meaning to let go. The other’s dark eyes seemed to illuminate at the strange yet comforting touch. Quite a difference from being electrocuted and punched all the time. His arms returned the unknown gesture as his hands ran down his bare back exposed by the ruined sweater. 

“O-Ow...” the poor robot softly whined as the gentle waves of energy ran down his spine.

“So sorry...” Otu immediately apologized, pulling his hands back from said place.

“I-It’s okay. I’m okay.” Utopix faintly smiled, holding onto his hands gently.

“Okay.” Otu nodded, scooping him up back again. “Let’s go.”

Utopix quietly giggled, planting a sweet kiss on his cheek, catching his counterpart off guard. “H-How come you never talked to me?”

“Don’t get cocky, Jones.”

Utopix giggled once again as the other ran out of their hiding spot and towards the exit. A pair of soldiers cornered the two. Otu lowly growled, keeping the other close to him at all times until a beam of light knocked the soldiers out.

“Georgie!” Utopix exclaimed at the sight of the angelic form of his lover.

Georgine smirked until she noticed Otu being the one carrying him and aimed her golden staff at him. “You again.”

“N-No, Georgie! H-He saved me!” Utopix waved his arms around to stop her from firing.

Georgine maintaned her aim, exhaled, and flicked her wrist to make the staff disappear. “Fine.” She then reached for him and pulled him gently from Otu to carry him instead.

“W-What are you doing here? Where’s the others?” Utopix held onto the back of her neck for support.

“I came alone. I couldn't risk the others to come get you.” Georgine’s light seemed to glorify under her statement. 

Utopix was dumbfounded for a moment until he came to a realization. “...you didn't tell them.”

“I couldn't.”

Otu walked near the two and stood loosely. “I’m afraid that we cannot stay around here any longer.”

Georgine furrowed her eyebrows upon his short speech. “Huh. You do talk.”

A massive ray of energy nearly blasted the trio. Otu then got in position to attack the soldiers that manage found them. Scorpia positioned herself near them and gasped at the sight of the angelic being. “Oh my gosh! Another She-Ra!? I can barely handle one, man!”

Georgine groaned in the similar fashion that Mermista does and summoned her staff. “Think you can drive them far?” The angel glanced at Otu who was ready to attack.

“With pleasure,” Otu smirked before rapidly moved against the soldiers like a cheetah, avoiding their shots and stomping on them to temporarily knock them out. His sight then placed on Scorpia. 

“Woah, woah! C’mon, 36! I don't wanna fight you!” The big one begun to step back.

Otu then grabbed one of the weapons from the Horde soldiers and aimed it at her. “Tell Catra that I’m done.” His statement made Scorpia frowned, filled by sadness of yet another comrade abandoning her. And it’d not be a great new for Catra. Otu narrowed his eyes, dropping the weapon and smashing it into a million pieces before ruining away with the two lovebirds.

Georgine made sure to stay low so she untransformed from her Zoulex form and changed to the AMR armor that Oliver gave her days ago. 

“What are you doing? We need to get out of here,” Otu lowly spoke.

“I am not planning to attract much attention to that form. Plus, we need to pass as unnoticed as we can.” Georgine peeked around the wall, noticing some soldiers walking by. “Now, follow my lead.”

Georgine ran against the two as she held Utopix tightly with one arm and beat one of the soldiers with the other. Otu quickly took care of the other soldiers with much ease as they got near an entrance that leaded to the Fright Zone’s junkyard. “Alright, we’re getting near the--” 

A ray blasted near her and immediately stopped to observe who had done it. Catra. She gripped the taser’s handle as she approached the trio slowly, accompanied by some stronger soldiers that begun to sprint towards them, ready to annihilate them. Georgine placed Utopix aside as she tried to open the circular entrance that was encaged by some bars. Without her Zoulex magic, it’d be too late once she opened it. Otu observed the situation placed upon him... and he knew what he had to do. He crouched down once again to look at Utopix.

“Utopix...”

The robot looked up at the other, terribly afraid out of his mind.

“Ever since I was created, I had only one purpose and it was to destroy you but...” his hand reached for his, placing it on his armed chest. “...nothing says that I can’t change that.”

“O-Otu...?” Utopix’s voice trembled at his words, getting embraced by the counterpart who whispered some words... some unique words... in his ear, making him widen his eyes and sob out of control. “N-Nghh...”

The other then stood up, lasering the entrance to then pushed it down the entrance for the two to go in. “You two go! Now! I’ll hold them back!”

“What about you?” Georgine, whom had scooped Utopix once again, asked as if there was any concern within her.

“...I’ll be fine.” Otu faintly grinned, winking at Utopix as tears formed on the dark one’s eyes.  “N-No... O-Otu, don’t! Georgine, wait! We can't--!”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” Georgine slid down the vent with him as they saw Otu fight against the soldiers, miserably failing... nearly on purpose.

“OTU!” Utopix cried out upon his last sight. Memories tragically playing back.

Catra looked at Otu who was held back by two of the soldiers. Her expression lacked emotion, but her heart was enraged.

“You...” he weakly spoke. “...won’t... g-get anywhere near him now.”

Catra stood quiet for a second, slowly blinked, until she committed her action. Her claws rapidly ran across Otu’s face, making him bleed badly as he got dragged back to Lord Hordak’s lab... awaiting the same fate that Utopix meant to have.

Eventually, the power couple was launched onto the pile of junk behind the Fright Zone. Once Georgine recovered her balance, she helped Utopix stand up who shivered under the harsh place’s cold. She drew her armor back to take her hoodie off and wrapped it around the innocent one who begun to cry without saying anything else. 

“Oh, love...” she hugged him, meaning to keep him warm as well. “Come on. We have to go.”

Just as the two were faintly walking around the Whispering Woods, they met with the princesses accompanied by She-Ra, Swift Wind and the others who were about to go and save them. 

“Georgine! Utopix!” Adora untransformed and ran towards the two, hugging them as if she hadn't seen them in years. “A-Are you okay?”

Utopix kept himself quiet at the question, lowering his head in sadness. Adora could just only frown at his lack of response, but not knowing what it meant.

Georgine placed a hand on her shoulder to draw her attention. “Otu... Utopix’s counterpart... saved him from Catra.”

The others far behind still managed to hear, frowning and covering their mouths in dread. Adora could just only press her forehead against Utopix’s to attempt to comfort him of his pain. 

“I’m sorry...”

#she ra and the princesses of power #spaceling #a glitch in space #she ra au #she ra season 3 #she ra fanfic #original fic #writing #writers in tumblr #hispydamy618 #catlliecal

[mrsmess]

Faves and fails of SPN (season 15, finally):

Favorite episodes (in chronological order):

15:4 Atomic Monsters - Demon!Sam flashbacks! Dean in a beard! Some old fashioned banter! Meatman! Beaverdale! Love how Sam starts arguing w the parents in the parking lot - Me too, Sam, me too. Loving the self-aware monster. I know Becky is problematique™, but I dig her, so, all kinds of fuck Chuck. He must die, and when he does this is the episode I’ll think about.

15:6 Golden Time - Badass protection spells. Dean in a robe and a hot dog pyjamas. Cas going by Clarence. Jogging Sam. Eileen! God I ship her and Sam, and I’d like to take this opportunity to remind you that I don’t ship him w anyone. Liking this ep a lot, every little side plot. Nice. And Eileen is back and I know it won’t last but like, that was awesome.

15:10 The Heroes’ Journey - Pretty neat intro. Monster on monster violence to the sound of Clair the Lune. Oh, and excellent casting of Garth’s kids. Regular people trouble... Awesome! Brilliant! This is the kind of meta storylines this show should deal in, exclusively. Oh my Garth! Explosives! Why isn’t every episode like this?

15:11 The Gamblers - Oh, is this another lucky coin episode? In that case yes please! More inconsequential bullshit kindly! Loving Sam staying in touch w Eileen. Hey guys, remember when you did the gambling thing w your years? And the rabbit’s foot? Good times. Will this be an equally good time? I hope so. A god! Excellent. ”Lady, I’m Tolstoy.” Yeah ya are, and i’m dead. The guys and Fortuna bashing god. And I'm equally delighted and distraught over the lore that god created man, man imagined gods and god decided to create the other gods to play into man’s ideas, or as a distraction.

15:13 Destiny’s Child - Omg the intro! Savage garden! I’m dead. Jack w the sandwich, why is that so funny? Cas is a gem this episode! ”’Sexually intimate’?” Lol. That’s what you get for trying to speak plainly, Cas! Hunter Corp. I’m dead, again. Keep the different Deans and Sams coming! I’m digging this! Why would they send ‘em to Rio? They could be your buffy-bots!

15:14 Last Holiday - Weird people popping up in the hq is awesome. And Dean’s immediate instinct to yell for Sam reminds me of me calling mr mess for everything! ”Shouldnt you be in the woods? Nymfing?” Monster radar? Oh, oh this is excellent. So mrs Butters is capable of murder when home and family are threatened, good for her. They better not kill her. I can accept them returning her to the wild. Yes! Did I call it or did I call it? Good Supernatural, good boy! And Dean making a cake for Jack! My heart.

Fail episodes (in chronological order):

15:2 Raising Hell - Rowena! Instant win. Ketch. Instant lose. Ketch undressing Rowena with his eyes = rating plummeting. Jeez. A bit dangerous even joking about the GoT finale, don’t you think? Rowena and Ketch full on flirting... this is hell, I'm being punished.

15:3 The Rupture - Don’t call him god! His name is Sucky-Chucky. The shock of Cas! “You’ve been playing us the whole time!” This is how it works Cas, where have you been? They're always solving problems like Jason Mendoza. In-Dean-angry-voice: “Anytime I had a problem and I threw a Molotov cocktail, boom! Right away, I had a different problem.” Rowena! And Sam! No!

15:5 Proverbs 17:3 - Listen, spn, it’s your last season and if you like just wanna stop writing and casting women completely rn i won't stop you or hold it against you (also why are these ladies identical?). We’ve had a terrible run but lets just let bygones be bygones.

15:8 Our father, who aren’t in heaven - Gosh, having Eileen in the show is painful, I’m just constantly expecting a piano to fall on her head. *Ugh* Sucky-yucky-Chucky. But hey, at least everybody else looks better alongside him. Case and point: I never rly cared that much for Donatello, but it’s great to see him, and Michael’s back, sure is nice to see him too.

15:9 The trap - Ugh. Main plot shit and Sucky-yucky-fucking-Chucky. Fail. Although the flashforward to jan 6th 2021 was a hoot (but probably not meant like one, huh?) Dean’s monologue in purgatory though... gosh. This show would be nothing w/o Jensen Ackles. Omg the kiss! Nice. However, the show at this point has lost the ability to offer any sort of pleasure. Because like Sam, we know which way this will go. They used to have some hedonism working for the characters but now they don’t even have that.

15:20 Carry on - You know what? I’m not gonna make this post longer than it already is talking about the last episode of Supernatural, that has been done better by people w real grievances w the show. The kindest thing you can say about the finale is that it just as well could’ve been jammed into a few extra minutes added to the previous episode.

Mediocre mentions:

Drag me away (from you) - what is this ugly cell interface? The opposite of product placement. Yay! Retro episode! And they got the same actor to play Dean, neato! Dean admitting he had a hard time handling hunting, that always gets me. Woah! That scream effect without reverb was kinda startling. And the camera zooming in on the little porcelain clown even though Sam is nowhere n- oh shit. This was an interesting episode

Inherit the earth - Goooood I hate Chucky. Barefoot Sam is okay though. Digging this soundtrack too. Very un-Supernatural. Nice to meet ya Betty, but I wouldn’t pull up a chair if I were you. Always a fan of the shiteating grin. Jack, stripping god of his power, that’s so hot. And again: kudos to the soundtrack! The Youngbloods and then Jackson freakin’ Browne! And you know, it’s clichéd and kinda vacant, but also kinda nice. I’m cool with the story ending like this. Why did they have to do another one? Supernatural has never known when to quit, and this is the very real backside of this.

Honorable mentions:

I don’t know who this Ardat chick is but killing Ketch puts her instantly in my win column.

Winchester-dumb, new household term.

”Feels like were taking a big, probably stupid risk. Feels good.” That made me feel good too.

I’m vastly enjoying this dark-art hippie couple in Unity and Jack’s interaction w them.

Cas launching straight into his dramatic I-will-not-let-you-end-your-own-life-speech when Sam casually mentions he’d like to talk to death in Unity, that angel has seen some things, and he has learned.

Those are some pretty pretty death effects on Jack in Despair/The Truth.

Obviously Misha Collins

Things that makes you go hmm:

Which of the clowns is this supposed to be in Back and to the Future? Because the one from season 2 was a monster, right? So he would’ve gone to purgatory. You know what? I’m not an expert. I try to not pay too much attention ’cause it makes me funny in the head. But just, y’know, a general objection.

Here’s my deal w death as a looming threat in this show: it holds no weight. And even if it did it has been painted as the ultimate relief, unless you go to hell, these characters know for a fact that there’s a potentially blissful afterlife, so their attitude towards death should be, what? More pragmatic, I think. And it’s partly why Ackles is wasted on this show; That man can deliver a death monologue like it’s nobody’s business, too bad all those words have been rendered meaningless after 15 seasons of this shit!

Summing up:

So, I did not go into or leave this season happy, I knew how it would end and I was sad for everyone the show screwed over (more than it already had). Which really meant that I always had to force myself to watch another episode, knowing what was coming. But I had to see it through. I did, so I’ll give myself a pat on the back and get to work on my own personal selection of episodes that will henceforth represent spn to me. A selection I’ll enjoy all the way through. All in all I think the most frustrating thing about the show is how it insists on taking itself so freakin’ seriously. It has always done horror *and* humor best and this whole heaven and hell aspect has never sat right w me, and in any case they should’ve leaned more on “supernatural” narrative tropes (if you will) getting out of their plot problems, gambled some more and thought a bit more outside genre conventions *especially* in their main arcs, they opened up so many opportunities that they never even used. They could’ve been more like Buffy, or Doctor Who. That said, I’ll always get that spn-itch, and when I do, I’ll be happy to have seen all the episodes so I’ll know which ones to avoid.

#supernatural #spn meta #favorite episodes #no this is not a supernatural blog #random fandom #no longer a rewatch #done w season 15 #and finally free

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

oohohoho you just opened the deepest can of worms on the planet

-mod dave, who wrote a fucking ten mile essay

first off, addressing the second anon, no theyre all humans. h., half humans at least. cause yall know me i fucking love my humanstuck aus off my ASS

(that would be funny as hell though. a troll from space walking into a camp on earth going “I AM THE SON OF ONE OF YOUR EARTH GODS. BITCH” like... holy shit)

so first things first their parents. im gonna lay this out, the beta kids and trolls are all greek (EXCEPT sollux hes roman cause his parent has no greek equivalent), and all the alpha kids and trolls are those gods roman equivalents (,,EXCEPT dirk cause he kinda balances sollux being roman out). i havent figured out how thatd happen like 16+ times yet cause in the percy jackson books theres only ever been one instance of two siblings of the same godly descent being greek and roman respectively in HISTORY so like.. i guess th. i guess thats just not a problem in this au

anyway this gets really long so im gonna talk about the beta kids and trolls cause i havent elaborated on the alphas at all ((peep the tags if you wanna see their parents though))

johns the son of zeus, rose is the daughter of athena, dave is the son of apollo, and jade is the daughter of demeter. they were all raised in their respective states, all had to come to new york for various reasons. jades been there the longest, shes been there 9 years and shes been on a couple quests. her biggest accomplishment so far is how she protected the camp from this big vicious angry hellhound that got past the barrier. naturally the girls fluent in Dog Training, so she steps up and instead of trying to kill this thing, she reaches out and tames it as fast as she can. it ends up actually working, and ever since that day she, her cabin, and the camp have a whole bodyguard sleeping right outside the demeter cabin! hes her steed in battle and hes a Very Good Boy. and his name is becquerel

johns the newest kid at camp, he has no idea who he is or why the fuck his school got attacked or why in the hell those anemoi thuellai were so fixated on him or HOW in the hell he absorbed the lightning one threw at him and ended up fine,,, hes just a big mess right now. a big enough mess that when he got claimed by literally zeus, no one else was around, he shrugged it off as some basic magical happening, and he stayed in the hermes cabin far longer than he should have cause no one! fucking knew he got claimed! by zeus of all people! dumbass. he ends up figuring it out though. like an off-hand mention about how this “weird lightning thing appeared above my head a couple weeks ago, haha weird right?” once he figures it out he realizes “hey i might be able to fly” so he sneaks off into the woods to try it. he succeeds fairly quickly but god almighty everyones face the one day the dude just yote himself off a small cliff without warning,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

dave and rose are really tight, theyve been there roughly the same time length, and since their cabins are across from each other they just bother each other all the time. daves the resident Doctor even though he really doesnt look it cause hes got the apollo powers. apollo is the medicine god. so if you wound your stupid ass in battle daves in the ER room patching you up with his glowy hands. rose on the other hand is a very good strategist. shes one of the only athena kids ever recorded to actually have a power - telekinesis. she has no idea how she developed it, she thinks its from birth, but it freaks her out. shes training it though.

so the beta trolls, are also all human(ish). aradias hades kid. but i pulled a pjo trope on her based on one of my favorite characters (im not saying for spoilers, but if you recognize the situation, You Probably Know Who Its Based Off) and aradia died. her mom, the handmaid, had been pulling some Shady Ass Shit and ended up getting herself killed, but aradia tried saving her and ended up going down with her.

so handmaid gets sentenced to the fields of punishment in the underworld, and aradia gets sentenced to elysium, heroes paradise. shes like “no i want my mom to be okay” so they take that away from aradia and they put them both in the fields of asphodel, the neverending grey space for Not So Good But Not So Bad people. her mom becomes a shade (shadow spirit, no human resemblance), as all people do, but aradia. doesnt? and she gets dunked in the fucking river lethe and if you dont know what that does it erases your memory. so she just. comes out of the river like “hello? wgat tae fukc goin on??” but she still remembers one thing. there was an “a” in her name.

tavros is the son of hermes, hes just kinda taken on the role of backup counselor for when the actual cabin counselor is out. hes in a wheelchair, but he also has prosthetic legs for when he needs to actually stand up and fight. hes really good at it too. also catch him in winged converse cause he Owns Those and Uses Them To His Advantage. hes trying his best to keep focused on the camp, cause aradia was his childhood friend, he misses her a whole lot, she never got to camp in the first place. and to his knowledge, shes still dead.

sollux is a janus kid. thats a problem cause janus is roman, and this is a greek camp. he grew up with dave, he showed up with dave, hes been at camp as long as dave. but hes been unclaimed since he showed up so he thinks hes unwanted by whatever parent he has. he knows hes a demigod, he got through the camp barriers, so what the fuck is wrong with him? he also feels shitty cause hes shit at the greek lessons, he cant read a lick of it which literally every demigod without exception should be able to do, he cant name any gods- well, he can, but.. he gets their names mixed up. why does he keep calling poseidon “neptune”? and he has a much, much different way of natural fighting than other kids. they slice, he jabs. he wasnt taught to jab. 

karkat is an aphrodite kid with vitiligo, and to make matters worse, hes ace and on the aro spectrum. to make matters WORSE, the aphrodite kids are kinda notorious for being really shallow, really materialistic, and really mean. karkats been dubbed the “runt” of the cabin, he gets made fun of for his spots to the point where he uses make up and magic to conceal them. worst of all? hes the kid of the goddess of love, for fucks sake. being reminded that “loveless people shouldnt be able to stay in this cabin, mom must have made a mistake claiming you” is kind of.. a blow to the self esteem. long story short he hates aphrodite for claiming him, and would have rather stayed in the hermes cabin. but he eventually goes on this big quest thats vague as fuck right now but Its The Main Plot, he ends up proving to himself that hes worth something and that his siblings are wrong, and my FAVORITE LINE IN THE WHOLE THING i came up with is HIS when he deals a final blow to some big monster: “REMEMBER MY FACE THE NEXT TIME YOU REINCARNATE. MY NAME IS KARKAT VANTAS, I’M THE SON OF APHRODITE, AND LOOKS CAN KILL.”

nepeta isnt anywhere near developed as others are unfortunately, shes a daughter of ares and shes really really good at hand to hand combat. shes small but she leads groups of people in things ranging from camp volleyball games to actual literal wars. shes a tough little shit

kanaya isnt really developed either, i have yet to figure out most of her powers too actually, shes a daughter of iris, the rainbow goddess though. (blatant reference to both kanayas vampirism and. h. her. sh. es ga. gay) ONE THING SHE CAN DO THOUGH is iris message at will without water or drachmas so really shes just everyones go to cell phone and its fucking hilarious cause people just come into the cabin like “KANAYA I NEED TO TALK TO [X]” and shes like “You Better Fucking Pay Me I Am Not Your Personal Cell Phone”

terezi is the daughter of nemesis and she has this really peculiar power she hasnt really gotten the hang of yet. she has synesthesia, so while she cant see she can smell and taste the colors of her surroundings and its really helpful. sometimes though she gets messages from her mom. they dont even come as dreams half the time, they come as almost a different plane altogether. tez has the power to literally tip the scales, pretty much. and when she gets like that, she can see. shes not on earth though, shit on earth stops when shes like that. shes just kinda In Her Own Head, i guess? and in her head she holds the two scales in her hands. she is the arms of the scale. and depending on which one she lifts up, she can literally alter the fate of the battle or happening thats going on By Herself. once she chooses she just whooshes back to real life though and nothing has changed. the only downside? it takes a LOT of energy and cant be exploited for little things. her one thing on her bucket list is to tap into said powers while getting something from a vending machine so like three things will fall out but it hasnt happened yet and shes upset

vriskas a daughter of tyche, the luck goddess, come the fuck on you knew i was gonna, i havent really elaborated on her either and im upset about that. but hey now you get a break from all those fucking paragraphs

equius is a hephaestus kid, and he kinda stays in the background. hes a range fighter, he spends a lot of time in the forge, and even though its been a project looooong since forgotten, hes been excavating the tunnels under cabin nine for years. by himself. he has no idea where they lead, but dammit hes gonna find out where. he has no idea about a certain bunker in the woods though...

gamzees just there for a fucking laugh tbh hes a son of dionysus and i love that cause hes the god of wine and parties and insanity. usually gamzees just zoning out somewhere hes Not supposed to be, and hes not affected by the maenads FUCKED UP BULLSHIT that goes down the forest sometimes. also hes so fucking scared of tavroses wing shoes he tried them on once while he was high and JESUS CHRIST

eridan is the son of kymopoleia, a SUPER obscure goddess. lets just say dont fuck with eridan cause his mom is the goddess of violent sea storms,

and naturally, feferi is the daughter of poseidon. cause who the FUCK else would she be the daughter of. WHO. NAME ONE GOD

OH AND JUST CAUSE I FORGOT CALLIE AND CALIBORN ARE SATYRS IN THIS AU. CALLIE HAS PAN PIPES. and caliborn still has a gun

#LONG #LONG LONG LONG LONG LOOOOOOOOONG #god DAMN this took a minute and a half to write #okay here are the alphas parents #jane - jupiter // roxy - bellona // dirk - hephaestus // jake - mars #yes that does mean dirk and the zahhaks are godly half brothers #damara - pluto // rufioh - mercury // mituna - janus // kankri - venus #meulin - mars // porrim - arcus // latula - invidia // aranea - fortuna #horuss - vulcan // kurloz - bacchus // cymopolea // meenah - neptune #not a quote #mod dave #homestuck #demigodstuck #john egbert #rose lalonde #dave strider #jade harley #aradia megido #tavros nitram #sollux captor #karkat vantas #nepeta leijon #terezi pyrope #vriska serket #equius zahhak #gamzee makara #eridan ampora #feferi peixes #calliope #caliborn

[piperdelaprim]

Shelly and Colt accidentally kill a man (headcanons)

Okay! It's been a while, hello 👋 I'm finally back with more headcanons and this time it's for none other than the faces of Brawl Stars. I'm not exactly sure what you should expect but it's content regardless!! Let's go!!

Is it Sholt? Yes. Is it romantic? Not entirely sure but I'll try.

So the scene starts off with Shelly being like: "Uh, what the fuck did we just do...?"

And then Colt being shocked as hell stands there for a minute and then takes initiative to check if the dude's really dead. He uses his revolver to nudge the body, but lo and behold--it is lifeless.

Imagining the duo with a motherlode of meiotic dialogue (the rhetorical device, not cell separation yall LOL) Shelly would then say: "Mm yeah. He's dead."

Colt responds, not believing what they just did: "Okay great! Wanna go grab some coffee?" Shelly then elbows him so Colt can have a jarring reality check alongside her. She starts shedding some tears, however she tries her best to hold them in to control the situation.

Colt, knowing how stressed Shelly can get even in arguably much smaller dillemas (in comparison to a murder), he starts to reassure her, hugging her and all that good uwu shit, telling her it's going to be fine and that they were ultimately innocent. However, Shelly, stopping her tears and interrupting Colt, she ominously says: "We need to hide the body."

And then Colt's like: "You're...insane...but sure okay!"

Then the scene segways to the events leading up to this incident and I'm about to tell you it right now yeet

It's a "normal" day in Brawl Town, the sun's out on a windy Wednesday and nothing was out of the ordinary. Colt and Shelly at this point have known eachother for a couple months but absolutely LOVE pining! The third wheel and best friend, Poco, gets insanely irritated with the two of them not professing their affection for one another--but like most days, that's just a normal thing.

After a match, Poco and Shelly hung out and ate lunch together at Bull's Diner. Poco noticed that something was quite out of the ordinary: "I think there's a weird dude in town."

The "weird dude" doesn't match any of the existing brawlers' characteristics or physical appearances. Poco continued to tell Shelly that he was always acting weird and randomly knocking at every brawlers' residences.

Shelly being skeptical asked Poco for proof. "Well! I don't have any! But he does look weird, like the pictures of the robohumans I saw in the newspaper centuries ago," says Poco.

"What are those?"

"You know those things we fight every day, Shelly Yeah, they used to capture humans and turn them into robot human hybrids. I don't know who stopped the robots from doing it, but I haven't seen one in forever--until now. But stay safe tonight, Shelly. Maybe you can ask Colt to come over. Hehehe."

Shelly, with red cheeks, almost jumps out of her side of the booth to nag back at Poco, "I don't need protecting!" As partially annoyed as she was, she couldn't help but chuckle at what Poco had jokingly said.

"Are you sure you don't need protecting, Shelly? You *did* let your emotions get the better of you just now!"

"Haha very funny //bonehead, but I think *you* should be the one worrying about safety with a guitarrón as your only weapon!"

"Shelly, I'm fine...I'm already dead." bruh moment, end of scene

Later that night, Shelly returns home, half asleep and ready to crash--until she saw Colt at her front door. Almost instantly, Shelly was wide awake.

Not knowing how to showcase her affection toward him as per usual, with her eyes open wide she sternly says, "What the hell are you doing here."

"Poco said you needed me here." Colt said with a smirk.

"Screw you Poco oh my god." said Shelly under her breath. She looked back up at Colt and said "Look, thanks for going out of your way and everything, but Poco's just messing with you. Goodnight, Colt."

Before she went in her house, Colt said with the greatest of speed: "Okay wait listen, so two things: my cousin Penny just arrived at Brawl Town and I actually can't stand her attitude but Mama and Jess love her a lot because she's really good at brawling and she's making a lot of money right now for the family but once again I don't really like her so I hoped I could stall and talk to you for a little bit and ALSO that new guy here is scaring the shit out of me and I don't feel safe at night hahahaha....ha..."

Shelly, internally excited that Colt wants to spend more time with her but forbids to let that show in her face, gives in and lets him in her house. Before that, she says: "You know you really gotta start sucking it up. The kid's making more money than you for a reason."

Shelly and Colt started chatting with eachother in the couch about their lives in Brawl Town and how crazy their lifestyle is, and eventually Colt says: "Man it still shocks me how we just...ran into eachother back there." (The whole "No Time to Explain" thing)

Shelly, with a laugh says: "You were literally about to die :))" Colt laughs with her, saying "I really wouldn't have been here gushing over you every day if you didn't save my ass a couple months ago."

Internally, Shelly's like: holyshitholyshit whatdoesthatmean whatthehellishesayingtomerightnow ohmygodholyshit but the words that came out of her head was: "You? Gushing over me? Quit playing h a h a." Shelly's hella nervous and super flustered.

"Wow Shelly," Colt said playfully, "what a way to discredit weeks and weeks of me thinking of what I was planning to say to you sooner or later :P"

Shelly got up from her spot in the couch and inched closer toward Colt. Very much unlike her usual self, she was flustered and smiling like a middle schooler around their crush, except it's actually like that besides the fact that they're not middle schoolers. "Just...shut the fuck up already." said Shelly jokingly with a smile as she put her arms on top of Colt's shoulders.

The both of them were MEGA flustered, and as excited as they were, they allowed for the moment to carry itself. Although slowly, their lips eventually locked for a couple seconds, HOWEVER, a sudden sound of a window breaking startled the both of them--the sound came from the second story of Shelly's house.

Jerking up from the couch, the both of them grabbed their weapons and stormed upstairs. Shelly recognized that the sound came from the spare room--a place where she hardly goes to maintain.

When the pair approached the door, they found cover and kicked it open like the police do and instantly pointed their weapons toward the figure they recognized as the "weird dude".

"Shit, Poco wasn't kidding." said Shelly, "What the hell are you doing in my house?Get out or we'll shoot!"

The weird dude, super unfazed by the way, says menacingly, "Oh dear, I just need a place to stay!" Shortly after his request, he shoots at the painting that hung in the hallway, knocking it down.

You know what that means! W A R. It was Shelly and Colt vs. the Weird Dude. Shelly and Colt's regular attack hardly damaged him. It was clear what he was. He was made by the robots (not the robo squad but the big boys we fight during the ticketed events).

Shelly's super was charged up, but didn't want to use it. However, the weird dude's punch attack was inching closer and closer to Colt, and Shelly, without thinking, fired her super at the humanoid.

After doing so, there was peace and quiet, but Shelly didn't know what she had just did because the first thing she did was attend to Colt.

"Holy shit are you okay?!"

"Of course, if my hair's fine, then I am too ;) but one thing, Shelly...*points to the humanoid* I THINK YOU KILLED HIM."

And then it's basically back to the beginning of the post!

The two of them brainstorm on ways to dispose of the body, but alas, their moral compasses are failing them in this scenario. But, suddenly, Colt remembered that there was an incinerator back at the Junker family home.

"Okay...NO." Shelly didn't like the idea of literally dragging a dead half-human into the Junker residence. "Your mom's really not gonna like me if she smells a dead freaking body in her house."

"Heh, is that *really* what you're worried about? ;))" bruh moment no.2

*flustered ass Shelly activated* "nOOo...of course not! I just killed a man. I can't really worry about anything else anymore can I..."

Shelly really didn't want to face Pam after this whole mess, even though she had nothing to do with it anyway. "Well, we're not doing that. I don't want to freak them out." She's just too packed with emotions to meet the parents LOL

Suddenly there was a knock on the front door downstairs. Sholt both had an "oh shit!" moment and Shelly hesitantly ran down the stairs opened the door, ready to give an explanation, but turns out it was just Poco.

"oH mY gOd sHELLy aRE yOu oKAy?!" Poco cried as he LITERALLY jumped on top of her. "I heard your shotgun from a mile away and I-"

"PocoIThinkIKilledTheWeirdGuyJesusIThinkI'mAMurdererWhatAmI-"

"you wh-"

"alsomeandcoltkindakissedandhe'supstairswiththebody-"

"YOU WHAT-"

"Yeah I know I murdered a guy in front of the literal sheriff to save his life how much more ironic can it get,,,"

"Okay that's cool and all but you guys really kissed it was gonna happen sooner or later hehe..."

"THATS NOT IMPORTANT POCO I KILLED SOMEONE"

"Eh, I wouldn't worry too much about that."

*confused Shelly*

Colt, from upstairs, screams: "BABE HE'S GONE WHAT DO I DO? ALSO WHO'S DOWNSTAIRS?"

Poco's face lit up at Shelly, "bAbE?? ;))" said Poco quietly. Shelly let out a sigh, flattered at what he called her but irritated because he decided to call her that while Poco was around.

"IT'S POCO WE'RE FINE." Shelly said loudly from the lower level.

Colt came down to greet the not-usually-giddy Poco, "Hey Colt! It's all good! They respawn back to where they came from sooner or later, it just takes them a longer while!"

"Phew, that's a relief!" Colt exclaimed, "Did you know that Shelly didn't want to burn the body at my Mom's place because she was nervous to meet her?"

*irritated Shelly activated* "You're fUnNY."

Poco laughs, knowing he did enough to poke fun at the two. "You guys are so cute, I'll leave you two alone now, goodnight!"

Poco leaves and what do you know it's just the two of them!

"So Shelly...where were we? ;))" Shelly chuckled a little bit, as she warmed up and started to act more natural around Colt. They lean toward eachother to finish what they started before the whole conflict, but once again...

*DOORBELL RINGS*

*irritated Shelly, part 2* "I'll get it..." Shelly opens the door and starts saying "Poco oh my-" until she realized it was actually Jessie. "Oh sh- hi Jessie!! Sorry about that!"

Colt doesn't want Jessie to know that he's at Shelly's place, so he runs behind the couch to hide.

"Hi Shelly! I've been trying to look for Colt because Mama misses him so much and she really wants to see him. Is he here by any chance?"

Colt's SUPER soft spot is his mother, so he decided to get up from his hiding spot and reveal himself to Jessie. "Jessie! What are you doing alone at this time? It's dangerous!"

"Actually, I was wondering what you two are doing alone at this time?"

Shelly, slightly irritated (but not fully because she silently finds Jessie super adorable) once more, says "nothing, Jessie, don't worry about it." She turns around to Colt to tell him he should go and that she'll see him tomorrow.

And then they exchange really soft goodbyes to eachother and Jessie already knew what's up. When they were on the way home Jessie decided to ask him: "You guys are together now, aren't you? Don't lie to me!"

"Heh, sure, whatever answer satisfies you, kiddo. But I think we need to have another first date--before you did, let's just say a couple o' people decided to crash it."

That's all! I know this is much longer than my regular posts and this is definitely much more experimental than usual. I'm not exactly sure how it'll be received or if it even quenches the Sholt drought but I hope you enjoyed nonetheless!

#brawl stars #sholt #brawl stars headcanons #headcanon #au #brawl stars shelly #brawl stars colt #long post #brawlstars #supercell #i honestly dont even know what i just wrote

[friendlylocalwhumper]

“I think you need to see for yourself what happens to warlocks.” The cop unlocks Lux’s wrists from the interrogation table and cuffs them back together in front of him, pulling him along with fingers wrapped around his bicep. Lux’s jaw is clamped shut with his determination not to show an undue flash of fear, falling in step and keeping quiet.

He’s led out into the main area, walked past desks where cops type on their computers and write reports and answer calls. The cop guides him through a door, down a stairwell, down a hall, and they’re under the station, now, heading toward two metal doors. They swing open, and the smell of antiseptic and formaldehyde makes Lux cringe.

“Coroner’s office,” The cop informs, tugging on Lux’s arm until they’re standing next to an autopsy table. There’s a body on it, hidden by a white sheet. “Pull that off, let’s see what’s under there.”

He’s anxious, growing nauseous with the smell, but Lux tries not to hesitate too long before he reaches with cuffed hands to take hold of the edge of the cover and lift it carefully, folding it over onto the person’s waist.

It’s someone young like him. A guy, maybe twenty-five, so pale he’s nearly blue, straw-colored hair limp against his forehead. His eyes are closed, his lips forming a slight frown like he’s just a little put off by his untimely death.

A hand presses to Lux’s back and shoves him forward; Lux yelps as his arms are pinned against the edge of the table, his palms trying to push against the metal so that he doesn’t collide with the corpse. One of the cop’s hands goes to the dead guy’s face and pulls his eyelids open, the other slipping up from Lux’s back to grab onto his curls and shove his head down, mere inches away from those drying, cloudy, empty eyes.

The warlock is making a string of terrified sounds, breathless ones as he pushes against the table and only succeeds in pressing his back into the cop’s chest.

“Died of two bullets to center mass,” The man explains by Lux’s ear. Blue eyes flick to the side and Lux can just barely see the two small holes past the cuts across the cadaver’s torso. “Bullets from my gun. Best to shoot a warlock in the heart. He came after me, that damn magic in his hands. This is what happens to your kind - you ever see what it’s like in a morgue, warlocks taking up all the tables, all the drawers? Like rats picked up off the street and dumped in a room to get dissected and stored. You know why we do that, ‘stead of leaving them in the gutter?”

“N-n-no,” Lux grunts, arms trembling. “W-why?”

“Because we’re the good guys. We don’t want dead bodies along roads to churches, to schools, to communities. You know why we budget the cost to keep coroners here all day and night, all year? Why we crack open those bodies after they’re already dead and out of the public eye? Because we’re making sure our reports match up. We need to make sure there are two bullets in this boy instead of twenty, make sure he had magic at some point. We’re kept in line, we’re moral. There’s a system, rules, order. You bastards don’t respect that, but I want you to remember it. Just because the system works best for me doesn’t mean I’m gonna abuse it for fun. If one of us hurts you, it’s because that’s what’s best for society, it’s what keeps families safe. When we turn you loose, let you live, warlock, don’t run and whine to your friends about what we did to you, because all you’ve ever gotten was justice.”

Arms burning from the exertion of pushing back, Lux makes a startled sound when they give out and he falls forward, forehead meeting the corpse’s with a dull thud. Those eyes aren’t being held open anymore; with a sticky sound, they fell half-closed, and Lux can see into them, he can smell the stench of halted decaying.

“This is gonna be you. Lying in some morgue, cold and stiff, nameless. Happens to all warlocks, unless you die with your kind and get buried by one of them illegally. Chances are, though, this’ll be you. Unless - well, you know.”

Breathing through his mouth isn’t making it any better, isn’t taking away the smell, because now Lux can taste it. “Wh-, know what? Unless what?”

“Unless you stop using your magic. This kid died trying to hurt cops with his, and he got shot for it. If he’d kept to himself, let his freak powers die and just lived a normal life, he’d be breathing right now. Just don’t use your damn magic. Goddammit, I don’t want to kill kids, take a fucking hint and change, will you?”

This dead warlock couldn’t have attacked for no reason. Maybe he was protecting a friend. Maybe he was goaded into it. Maybe he’s been hurt before by cops, like Lux, and he wanted to stand up for himself for once, even if it meant he’d end up here.

“I d-, don’t think we’re the ones who need to change,” The warlock answers, bracing himself for violence.

The cop groans in frustration and yanks Lux back, the grip returning to his upper arm. “Typical. All rhetoric with you magic types. Normal thugs, criminals, they make excuses, but you mutant fuckers have some kind of pride. Gets you killed every time. Listen, I already killed one of you today, I did my part, not trying to write another report for your death. Let’s go.”

As he’s led back out of the coroner’s office, Lux looks back, rubbing at his face and trying to forget the smell as he takes one last look at the dead warlock so he can remember what the guy looks like. It just feels important, to remember.

“I, I can le-earn,” Lux stammers, once they’re back out in the hallway. “I need to learn, how to m-make sure I don’t die like that. Don’t wanna die, and - and I don’t want to hurt a cop, even if I don’t think they’re good people. You don’t want to kill us, not as much as you do… can we, can we m-maybe, talk about it? I didn’t know you check reports, do autopsies… I’m i-ignorant, you are too, we can talk, we can both learn.”

The cop stops dragging him along and gives Lux an odd look. “You want to learn how we operate?” His expression darkens, and in a flash, Lux is pinned to the wall, a forearm across his throat. “What, so you can go tell your warlock friends how to evade us?”

“No - no! I just - you’re wrong, about us, wrong to kill us, but - you can’t be evil, can’t be all bad, you - you stop murders, go to houses and stop h-, husbands hitting wives, you find lost kids - that’s good stuff, and you have a system, and I w-wanna learn about it. I wanna know why you do it how you do.”

It takes a good minute, but the arm is lowered, and Lux is pulled along again.

“Fine. We’ll sit in the Lieutenant’s office, she’s out on vacation. Talking with a warlock, pff,” The cop huffs, half frustrated with himself and half incredulous. “You try anything, I’ll bring you back down here and shove you in a locker with one of the frozen corpses, you got it?”

“Y-yes, got it, I understand,” Lux answers with a shudder, following along once more.

“Alright. Let’s start off with one thing. You’re not righteous. Warlocks are civilian-killing fucks who don’t deserve as many rights as they’ve got, so don’t come into this thinking you’re going to change my mind about anything.”

Lux leans back, sets his cuffed wrists in his lap, and frowns. “Oh.”

“Oh, what?”

“Well, I’d rather go back in my cell, then.”

The cop grows flustered, crossing his arms where he sits a few feet away. “That’s it? You’re giving up?”

Careful not to overstep his bounds, Lux answers slowly. “I, um… well, I think for two people to have a conversation, there has to be respect. You just shoved my face into a corpse, but I’m being polite anyway. I don’t know what I’ve personally done to deserve - what did you call it? - rhetoric.”

The man stares at Lux like he has two heads, but he has to either return him to his cell or rethink, so he sits back with a sigh. “Show a warlock respect. Hmph.”

“Trust me, I feel the same way about showing a cop respect,” Lux replies, although he reconsiders his tone when the officer’s shoulders square off. Okay, Lux really does have to show more respect here, remember his position.

“So. You wanted to know about our system. How do you think we operate?”

“Well, you - I mean… I guess I think that cops ride around, spot someone they think could be a warlock, and put pressure on them. Hurt them, a lot of the time. Kill them sometimes. And they just go about their day after that.”

The cop barks out a single laugh, shaking his head. “Go about our day. If we so much as spot a warlock using magic, we have to call it in. If we end up shooting a warlock, we have to turn in our gun, come to the station, write a report, wait for the autopsy and witnesses and our partner to do their report. Sometimes, IAB - Internal Affairs - has us sit down for an interview where we get recorded, repeat the report out loud but try not to sound rehearsed… used to stress me out, first couple of years.”

Lux tilts his head in confusion. “I didn’t know that. IAB - what do they do if a cop’s story doesn’t hold up?”

“Fuck, they take your badge, investigate further, hold your pay. Usually we don’t get fired, but it’s a career killer, having IAB keep an eye on you after suspicion is raised. Lose the respect of other officers, and that could get you killed on the job, just that hesitation.”

“Killed on the job… is that something you guys worry about? I mean, is it a real threat?”

The officer leans forward. “Hell, why do you think we hate warlocks so much? Number one cause of death for a law enforcement officer. Stories I’ve heard, blood boiling and guts exploding and mind control… I’m not too proud a man to say that if I have to step out of my car to face a warlock, I’m halfway to shittin’ my pants.”

“Oh - oh, it’s, it’s scary?”

“Facing death itself? Yeah. My wife left me ‘cause of the heartbreak it gave her, hearing my buddies tell her stories about days I nearly died. That’s no life to give a woman.”

Lux watches the man lose himself, a little, in his recollection of being left. “I’m sorry.”

With a lopsided shrug, the cop moves on. “Anyway. Yeah, it’s dangerous. Before the war with warlocks, precincts had a wall with framed pictures of officers who lost their lives in the line of duty. All respectable, their portraits with the American flag in the background. Now, we’ve got walls covered in little bronze plaques with just their rank and last name. Too many dead to put up pictures.”

The warlock doesn’t have a way to respond to that.

“So. What’s it all look like from your side of things? Shit, don’t think I’ve ever sat down with a warlock to ask that.”

“Mmh, it’s… scary for us, too. I think… you’re scared of us, and you turn it into hate to get by, to feel like you can face it. We do that too. I don’t r-really hate cops, ‘m just scared of them. Of you.”

“You’re not scared of me,” The cop dismisses with a wave of his hand. “Not scared to be here, you’re just trying to make me feel bad for you, let down my guard.”

“I’m scared,” Lux insists, the chain links between his cuffs clinking when he shifts his arms. “I’m so scared, I - I know I might die, every time I’m caught, and every day I’m not even seen, I know it’ll happen. Normal people on the street, they hate me, want me dead, but only when they feel like it… you, though, police, it’s your job to kill me. I know that, I know it, I never stop thinking it. There’s people out there waiting for me to mess up so they can kill me.”

“That’d sound like something I could sympathize with… if it wasn’t your fault for being hated like that. Just stop using your magic.”

The warlock shakes his head, trying not to get frustrated. It’s silent for a moment as he gathers his thoughts, sorts through them. “...I know if I use magic in public, it’ll get me killed. And I don’t want to die. Don’t wanna get hurt, don’t wanna be hated… never thought I’d live to fifteen, but here I am, and - I didn’t finish high school. I don’t own a house, or a car, I - I’d pay taxes if I could get a job and learn how to do them. You’re scared of warlocks, but - this isn’t our world. We’re just trying to survive. You see how we live as hiding and breaking the law, I see it as… living off scraps.”

“Living off scraps.” It’s quiet again, and Lux fidgets nervously as the cop thinks. “Afraid of us. Hmm.”

“Y-yeah,” Lux responds uncertainly. Waits. Speaks up again. “Do you really think we’re - evil, and disgusting, and we should die? Or… are you just scared of us? Do you just feel like we’re an unknown threat?”

“...I think you should stop using magic, be like us.”

“Okay, but, but other than that - like, do you think I should die? Not if I use magic again, not if I hurt a cop, just, how I am right now, sitting here?”

The cop looks Lux up and down, tenses defensively. “...No. I’d need a reason to kill you.”

“Okay,” Lux answers and then falls silent with a sense of finality.

“Okay? What, that’s all? You’re not going to argue more?”

“Argue? No, I, I just wondered how you think. I’m not gonna change anything by talking more. You’re probably gonna let me go, and another cop will pick me up some other time, and I’m gonna get hurt, and then one day I’ll get killed. I’m not saying that to be dramatic, it’s just what’ll happen. I’ll be down in that morgue, and it’ll be over. Probably pretty soon. I’m old, you know, for a warlock. Twenty years of not dying. Glad I heard a cop’s side of things before I go. I’m, uh, I’m gonna try to never give one of you a reason to think I’ll hurt you. I don’t like making people feel scared.”

“Well, if you don’t present yourself as a threat, you won’t die like that.”

“Right.” Lux’s tone clearly conveys his disinterest, his disbelief in that reasoning. Like the simplest fact in the world is that he’s going to be killed for no reason other than for being alive.

The man before him seems unsettled by the reaction, by the conclusion to their conversation, but he only takes ten seconds more to think about it before he stands back up.

This time, he waits for Lux to stand up on his own instead of pulling him up by his arm.

“What’s your name, officer?” Lux asks as he’s guided out of the Lieutenant’s office.

“...Chambers. Detective Chambers.”

“I’m Lux,” The warlock responds. “Thanks for letting me listen, Detective Chambers.”

“...Yeah,” The detective grunts, bringing Lux back to the holding cell he’s been kept in for the past few hours. He seems uncomfortable now that Lux has established himself as a person instead of just a part of the magic menace. “Wasn’t a waste of time, I guess.”

#mine #whump #afraid #threats #drabble #cops #lux #death tw #police brutality tw

[thegeminisage]

merlin thots about the s5 opening episodes.......

here’s your courtesy cut

one of my favorite things about s5 so far is how very nicely arthur and merlin have both 1. grown up and 2. grown into each other...they still give each other shit 24/7 but it’s a lot more companionable and comfortable now than it ever has been. furthermore, both of them exhibit the use of MULTIPLE braincells even at the SAME TIME. they work very well together as a team even in the heat of battle (we did see shades of this near the end of s4), despite merlin being kind of useless at physical combat when he couldn’t rely on his magic for a boost. they can have entire conversations without a word and they’re just INCREDIBLY synchronized. the whole #vibe has really gotten a level up

timeline-wise, it’s been roughly a decade since season 1. in s1 they said the purge began 20 years ago (upon arthur’s birth), and shortly after, he had a coming of age ceremony - 21′s an important number, so in season 1 arthur began as being 20 and turned 21 before the end. season 2 = 22. gap year for s2-s3 = 23. season 3 = 24. s3-s4 gap year = 25. season 4 = 26. 3 gap years betweeen s4-s5 = 27, 28, 29. season 5 = 30. i don’t know how long it was in real life between seasons 4 and 5 (definitely not three years), but i really do feel like they’ve both aged SO much and they absolutely act like people who have known each other for a decade.

gwen as queen is AMAZINGNGLSDKJGHDSLFG she’s SO PRETTY i love her SO MUCH. love that she has her own serving girl now! this is what she deserves

the round table is good too altho it looks a bit too big for that room. it’s amazing though like...FUCK uther pendragon arthur has come SO FAR

merlin being nice to the new girl is very charming. makes him seem older and w-w-WISER (love that word) by comparison

also love that merlin gets to ride a horse while some of the footsoldiers walk. that’s #status. that’s *** ******

pretty sure i had a stroke during merlin’s vision of arthur’s death. the whole thing was done SO well - they go from the battlefield and arthur’s incredibly dirty face as he very realistically looks like he’s falling down and dying and then cut to a very alive and present arthur asking what’s wrong. you can really FEEL the whiplash, and also the dread settles in nice and deep, at least it does if you’re me and you’ve read spoilers, like, “only you can keep arthur safe” BUT I KNOW HE DOESN’T I KNOW HE CAN’T I KNOW HE FAILS and merlin might as well know it too because he looks ready to CRY and thru the rest of this 2-parter opening he acts like he thinks arthur may drop dead at any moment

i feel like i read somewhere once that actors don’t like to eat during a scene unless absolutely necessary because when you do 30 takes of something you get very full very quickly and some even go so far as to have a spit bucket just out of sight so that they can just get rid of it without having to eat any more. which makes it absolutely bananas to me that so often in merlin the characters are not only eating but eating very quickly as though they really have been roughing it in the wilderness all day & are absolutely famished...they don’t have to show them eating so often BUT THEY DO

arthur getting merlin into a tight spot by insisting he perform, planning on laughing at his failure? funny. merlin ACTUALLY USING MAGIC TO TEACH HIMSELF TO JUGGLE so that he could watch arthur’s jaw hit the floor? PRICELESS. i wonder how long it took him to do that, he definitely wasn’t using a body double

merlin is acting so bleak and dire in these episodes that even mr no-empathy himself asks him whats wrong, multiple times. they’re doing a VERY good job at really driving home the fact that arthur’s time is running short and there’s nothing anyone can do about it. merlin’s so sick with dread he’s making ME sick with dread. arthur’s here and being his normal dumbass self but the distance between them feels HUGE during the moments merlin is thinking about arthur’s impending doom

arthur all “i cant believe u can juggle i didnt even know you could catch” and then throwing the boots at merlin only for merlin to NOT CATCH THEM and arthur goes “see explain that” and merlin goes “wish i could” and i D I E 

because he’s KNOWN HIM FOR A DECADE and he still can’t explain the magic and at this point it must feel like to him that he never, ever will UUUUUGH it’s funny how they can feel so close to each other one second and like THIS the next i am DYING

the little conversation they have when they make camp the next night is the same. the sad music plays, merlin keeps looking at arthur like it might be the last time he sees him, and arthur keeps insisting on asking merlin what’s wrong and trying to make him feel better...they’re really for real friends!!! they’re so serious and grown up!!!!!

ive lost count of how many times either merlin or arthur has been nearly dead and had to get hauled around by the other one

also of how many times merlin used his magic in a way that should have been obvious to bystanders and wasn’t

“if morgana doesnt kill you i will" “threatening a king is treason merlin” “what about threatening an ASS” listen. look me in the eyes. this is TOP TIER banter

remember how in the early seasons they’d bend over backwards to leave plausible deniability when expressing affection? like “we’d be good friends if you weren’t a prince” or “you’re not wise or anything but yeah you’re wise” or whatever dumb toxic masculinity bullshit...those days are OVER with. merlin speaks DIRECTLY from the heart. “i’m worried about you” and “i swear i’ll protect you or die at your side” he is not fucking around even a little bit. this fool is in love

they were ALMOST cuddling when they slept together under that overhang

the two of them trapped in that net was PRICELESS. in the early seasons i got a little tired of the frequent slapstick/juvenile humor and wished the series was a bit more serious but now that they’re here i cling to every shred of levity with my whole heart

i was SO relieved to realize gwen wasn’t actually planning on killing that poor girl - i kept saying the entire time it was very out of character for her, no way could she be that cruel

arthur: “you wanna kill me fine but my last request is for you not to kill merlin” merlin: “you wanna kill arthur fine but you’re gonna have to go through me” arthur: “for fucks sake”

merlin: i never do as i’m told! that’s *** ******

i dont care if mordred DID save their lives i NEVER wanted to see him less i am so full of dread

i can’t BELIEVE morgana also has a pet dragon. she and merlin could have been the BEST foils and i’m STAYING mad about it. she was actually so good in this episode - way less full of evil smirks - that i briefly rejoined the morgana defense squad and got REAL pissed when mordred eventually shanked her, ESPECIALLY after she was so happy she was nearly crying to see him again. WHAT IS IT WITH THAT KID AND STABBING PEOPLE KNOCK IT OFF

the snowy environments in this episode were soooo good. the scenery was just...top fucking tier and it’s nice to see them somewhere other than the same old places. also like NO allo but arthur looks really nice just wandering around through a bunch of fucking snowbanks with dirt all over his face

arthur and merlin’s little ploy to steal that dagger by arthur faking a collapse was SO GOOD. they’re SO IN SYNC. i was THRILLED. better still: he winked when he was done. he used like FIVE WHOLE BRAIN CELLS AT ONCE and he was ALMOST as proud of himself as i am proud of him. what a guy, that arthur pendragon

their escape was really good too. the nonverbal communication? top tier! they just give each other little looks and then proceed to wreck the whole scene. doubly funny when the slaver is like WHO SPILLED THAT STUFF and arthur just kind of jerks his head over at merlin. snitches get stitches, YOUR HIGHNESS

i barely felt one whole emotion for sefa or her dad but him dying was like. sad. this show is sad. why the fuck am i watching it. i hate character death. they were hugging

arthur seemed like he was having just the time of his LIFE sneaking into that big ol tower of doom. dude was all cute little quips and smiles. popped his head outta that lil minecart like a kid at christmas

i love also that you give percival nothing but a single sword and in short order he goes about liberating all the slaves, killing all the slavers, and then reappropriating their swords to a better cause. he’s a one-man army. i was SO impressed. and he really looked like he was having fun too

merlin seeing that lil baby dragon again was SO fucked up and sad. why can’t it TALK :(((

also lmao “merlin you cant be that stupid” “no i am if you dont believe me watch” and merlin bolts and arthur sighs with SO much longsuffering and says “im going after him”

the light in morgana’s eyes when she talks about wanting to have arthur’s head and then her stabbing him over and over without actually killing him...she’s batshit insane. rip

i do like that arthur sort of TRIED to talk her around...it’s the first time he’s really gotten to speak with her since the end of season 3 when he found out who she was

on a final note, though, i am less than thrilled with the knighting of mordred...how is it arthur can KNOW who he is, that he’s a druid, and can do magic, and LET HIM INTO THE KNIGHTS, and still have sorcery be outlawed in camelot?? it doesnt make any SENSE

#personal #merlin blogging #the preview for 5.03 played after this ep was over #i dont usually watch them on the first try bc idw spoilers #but i watched it this time #and it SPOILS it a little bit #im glad i didnt watch and got to be shocked

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400 Follower Celebration 🥳

I never thought I would have so many people following me! I am so grateful for each and every one of you ☺️

To celebrate, I am sharing the first chapter of my current WIP. It seemed like a good idea to share it with all of you, even though this breaks with my tradition of finishing the whole story before publishing.

This is the playlist for my WIP “Shake, Rattle, and Roll”. (The first chapter is “Sh-Boom”)

Let me know what you think! I go back and forth on publishing the whole thing, as @historian-in-pearls can tell you!

—…—…—…— Darkwing Duck —…—…—…—

The knocking on his front door turned to pounding as Drake walked out of the kitchen. A solid boom boom boom boom that rattled the door on its hinges.

He’d heard whoever it was when they had knocked the first time. Did they need to be so dramatic about it? (And, no, the irony of getting annoyed at someone being overly dramatic was not lost on him.)

Drake couldn't withhold a scowl as he yanked the door open.

Scrooge McDuck stood on his front stoop, looking much the worse for wear in his torn clothes, stained top hat, ruffled feathers, and cracked glasses.

Drake’s irritation melted away as his eyebrows rocketed upwards. “Is that a helicopter in my street?”

It was. Parked right in the middle of the road. The blades twisted lazily around as black smoke drifted in a column towards the sky.

“Where’s Gosalyn?” Scrooge asked.

His stomach dropping, Drake tried to swallow around his suddenly dry throat. “What do you mean where’s Gosalyn?”

“She didn't answer my distress call to Strike Team Omega. Luckily I had some old friends in the nearby village, so we managed to escape. Barely.” Scrooge braced a hand on the door jamb, suddenly looking exhausted. “You don't know where she is?”

Drake shook his head, taking deep breaths in the hopes that more oxygen would slow his racing heart. “I thought she was with Max.”

It was Scrooge’s turn to shake his head. “The lad hasn't seen her since yesterday. I sent him to the Negaverse to make sure she hasn't wandered over there.” Scrooge eyed Drake through his spectacles, his piercing gaze not at all diminished through the spidery cracks. “Get yer suit.”

“W-what?” Drake asked, too distracted by Gosalyn’s imminent disappearance to convincingly pull off ignorance.

“This is a job for Darkwing Duck, don't you agree?”

Drake glanced over Scrooge’s shoulder to eye the damage that had already been wrought by Gosalyn’s disappearance. The wrecked helicopter smoking with idyllic suburbia in the background awakened something in him, and he snapped to attention.

“I think it is.”

There was no use in pretending anymore; Scrooge clearly knew that Drake and Darkwing were one in the same. How long he'd known was another question (as was if Gosalyn had been apart of the discovery. Which was likely; she wasn’t able to keep anything resembling a secret for very long), but it hardly mattered in the cloud of this potential devastation looming large over Drake’s life.

“I’ll call Launchpad to fix the helicopter then we can start searching for her.”

Scrooge glanced over his shoulder at the helicopter before looking back at Drake. “This might be beyond even Launchpad’s capabilities.”

“Launchpad can pilot anything,” Drake said confidently, beckoning Scrooge inside. “He’ll have this in the air in no time.”

“No time isn't much of an estimate.”

Drake closed the door with a snap. “I’m well aware of the time constraints. This is my daughter.” He inhaled deeply, trying to squash the panic that was welling up within him. He needed to be levelheaded. Keep his cool. For Gosalyn’s sake. “Launchpad is the only one I trust to move a smoking helicopter from the middle of a suburban street. Gosalyn can protect herself until I get there. Wherever she is.”

Scrooge gave him a small smile. “In that case, would ye object if I asked to clean myself up?”

“Bathroom’s upstairs on the right.”

Scrooge glanced up the staircase. “I’ve got Gyro looking for her, too, you know.” He eyed Drake through his fractured glasses. “Once we’ve cleaned things up here, we can go to his lab to see what he’s found. Max should be back by then, too, with his news.”

“And probably with Negaduck. He won’t sit idly by with Gosalyn missing.”

Scrooge smiled. “My thoughts exactly. With so many of us looking, we will find her.”

“I know.”

He didn’t.

He hoped.

Which was very different from knowing.

Drake nodded to Scrooge and turned to the living room, heading over to the easy chairs.

If he stopped to think about the details of this, he'd be paralyzed. His girl. Missing. His breathing was ragged as he raced to the Tower to collect Launchpad.

Maybe there was nothing to worry about. Maybe Gosalyn was with Negaduck. Or perhaps she’d show up in a few hours, battered from a recent scuffle with a villain, but not missing in the wilds of who-knows-where.

Until he could gather more information, Drake wasn't going to let this worry consume him.

He couldn’t.

—…—…—…— Negaduck —…—…—…—

The knock on the front door was faint. Hesitant. Almost not even there.

But Negaduck leaped over the back of the couch and dropped to the floor all the same.

Who the hell was on the other side of his door?

Knocking on it for evil’s sake?

No one visited him.

Well, Gosalyn did.

But she gave up knocking on doors years ago.

So, who was knocking now?

Who had the gall?

Negaduck peered around the sofa and reached for a weapon from the stash stowed under his couch. He hoped for something impressive, like his bazooka, but his fingers curled around his spiked club instead.

Well.

All right.

It would do.

Pulling it out and slowly standing, he breathed in deeply as the hesitant knocking came again. Three precise tap-tap-taps. This person didn't even have the nerve to knock like they meant it. And they were at Negaduck’s house?

There was no chance they were lost. Negaduck’s block had been deserted for years. He'd made sure of that. Too paranoid that his neighbors were watching his every move, planning something to overpower him.

He padded across the room, keeping his movements steady until he reached the front door. Gripping the knob, he lost no time.

In wrenching the door open.

Club held high.

Over a cowering Max, whose eyes were wide with his hands flying up over his head when he saw the weapon.

Releasing his breath in a huff, Negaduck relaxed his arm, the club dropping down to his side. “What the fu—?”

“Is Gosalyn here?” Max asked. More like half-yelled. Which was so unnecessary; Negaduck had practically dropped the weapon. He clearly wasn't going to attack anymore. There was no need for the drama.

“Why would Gosalyn be here?” Negaduck asked.

Max slowly stood straight, his hands returning to his sides as he regarded Negaduck seriously. “Because she's not anywhere else.”

Negaduck gripped the doorknob hard, hoping the world would stop spinning. “What?”

Max swallowed. “Scrooge called her in for a mission, I guess. But she never answered. I haven't seen her since last night, so we thought she might be here.”

His mind whirling through all of their enemies like a rolodex, Negaduck snarled deep in his throat. If any of them had even looked in her general direction, he would end them.

“Let’s go,” he growled, stepping out and slamming the door shut.

“Okay,” Max squeaked out, following Negaduck on his heels. “I, um, don’t— I guess I'm trying to say I…. Where are we going, sir? I mean Negaduck?”

He wasn’t really paying attention to how high Max’s voice was getting or how he stumbled over his words almost as much as he stumbled down the street. There was only one objective he had in mind and he wouldn’t rest until he’d finished the job. “Just gonna make sure no one here has seen Gosalyn.”

“Sure, right. Um, I think that you ‘making sure’ of something is different from when I make sure of something?”

Negaduck whirled around, his cape trailing behind him in a glorious arc of black and scarlet as Max stopped and stared at Negaduck with his wide brown eyes.

“Sorry!” Max blurted out. “You just… you make me nervous on a normal day, and now you’re all… angry and that’s so much worse. I just don’t wanna be apart of something that I can’t, like, handle, you know?”

“You’re not going to do anything. I will be shaking down every villain and citizen in this godforsaken city. I won’t rest until I’ve looked through every abandoned building, underground sanctuary, and hazardous wasteland. Because if she’s not in your universe and she isn’t here, then that means….”

That meant.

She was likely in some other universe.

And he had no way of knowing which one.

Finding him in Oblivion had taken Gosalyn three years. The thought of being without her for that long of time — again — or perhaps even longer….

Straightening up, Negaduck glared at Max. “Go back home. Find Darkwing and scour that universe of yours. I’ll meet up with you after I’ve searched the Negaverse.”

Max nodded, looking immeasurably relieved.

Negaduck didn’t wait. Not for any parting words. Or to see if Max made it back to the Prime Universe safely.

He just spun on his heel and stalked down the street, already mapping out the route he’d be taking on his search of the Negaverse.

Best of luck to anyone who thought they could kidnap his girl.

—…—…—…— Gosalyn —…—…—…—

Light filtered through her eyelids. She shifted slightly, groaning when her head pounded in protest.

She’d definitely been drugged, then.

Slowly blinking awake, the gray blobs surrounding her slowly became clearer as she was able to focus.

But the color didn’t change.

Everything was gray.

The concrete ground she was lying on with her face mashed up against its cool surface. The cot that was standing across from her. The large bricks stacked on top of one another to form the walls.

This was probably a cell.

Before attempting to move, Gosalyn took stock of how she was feeling. Moved her fingers, her toes, flexed the muscles of her arms and legs. Nothing felt broken or bruised. She wasn’t in any pain except for the killer headache raging against her skull. There wasn’t anything binding her arms or her legs.

Which was a mistake. Even if she was locked in a cell, not restraining her was ill advised.

Slowly, she sat up, rolling her shoulders and stretching her neck.

She was definitely in a cell; there were gray bars behind her that she caught a glimpse of when she twisted around to stretch her back.

Bold of whoever it was who had kidnapped her. Not only would she probably (definitely) break free, but they’d have Darkwing and Negaduck hot on their trail. She almost felt sorry for her kidnappers.

A scraping noise caught her attention and she glanced through the bars out into the long gray stone hallway that separated her cell from another across the way.

The scraping stopped.

Then started again.

Before Gosalyn had the chance to get up and investigate what it might be, a robot slid into view, metal beak closed and claw-like hands relaxed. Its glowing eyes peered at her.

Okay.

Cool.

“Gosalyn Mallard,” the robot said, voice graveled and deep.

“That’s me,” she said, getting to her feet to walk closer.

“You have been charged with wandering the multiverse and interfering in others lives, resulting in permanent damages to said worlds. The Adjudicator will be along shortly to review all of your offenses and deliver your punishment. Before I dispatch the call to bring the Adjudicator over, you are required by law to be given the opportunity to ask one question. What would you like me to answer?”

The robot fell silent and Gosalyn studied it.

One question.

Really?

Just one question?

She had a thousand of them.

Where was she? Had she been kidnapped? Who (or what) was the Adjudicator? Since when was multiverse travel illegal? And who’d made it illegal? Were there actual police for that sort of thing? Then there was the whole matter of the “innocent until proven guilty” thing; was that a law here? Was there going to be some sort of trial where she was judged by a jury of her peers?

Also, what?

But she could only ask one.

She’d have to pick it carefully.

The question, “Who do you serve?” turned over in her mind a few times, but the robot would probably just say “the Adjudicator” and what good would that do her? If she asked, “Where am I?” she might just be given the name of the prison instead of a more finite location. Since she was going to meet with the Adjudicator, she could save all her questions about a trial and her sentencing until then. Unless he, too, was a robot, in which case she’d have to get very specific once he showed up.

Cocking her head to one side, she settled on her question. “Am I in another universe?”

“Affirmative,” the robot stated. “Question answered. Dispatching call to the Adjudicator now.” The robot wheeled away, Gosalyn pressing herself up against the bars to watch it roll down the hallway to her left. The scraping noise turned out to be a door at the end of the hall that slid open to allow the robot through before sliding shut again.

So.

She was in another universe.

From the looks of it, one she hadn’t been to before. But could she really judge a universe based on the inside of one jail cell? Maybe she had been here before. There was no way of knowing.

Her father, also, wouldn’t know where she’d gone.

Nor would Negaduck.

Nor Max.

She was alone. Stranded in another world to await punishment for traveling.

And she didn’t even have her quiver or bow to help.

Grabbing ahold of the cold metal bars, she glanced up to where they were fixed into the stone.

There had to be a way out of here.

#darkwing duck #geronimo series #fanfiction wip #follower celebration

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Firefly

@chestnutisland

(A/N): I always wondered why Krillin calls Marron firefly, it seems kind of a random nickname for a kid. So here is my take on it. K18 one-shot, post cell pre buu

Our Firefly

“Alright 18, we have to do it today.” Krillin said waking up and rubbing the crust from his eyes. He was ready to get up and start the day off.

“We’ve already rescheduled with Bulma twice and we are lucky she is even doing it in the first place.”

18 had just opened her eyes.

“Lucky? Isn’t she one of your best friends, she isn’t doing it to help us out?” She said half awake.

“True, but there is no need to reschedule again. We have to go hun’.” He said, shortly after he ripped the blankets off of 18. Trying to wake her up while also exposing what they were going to see Bulma for.

“Don’t you want to know if our baby is healthy?”

“Yeah, I do. You’re right we should go.” She said

18 was 4 months pregnant and her belly is becoming bigger and more defined every day.

They were surprised to say the least when the couple found out 18 had a life growing inside of her. Once the cybernetic woman starting having repeating cases of morning sickness they were curious. Many calls to Bulma and Chichi and a home pregnancy test, eventually led them to founding out the news. 18 was shocked. She had no idea she could bare a child and she was really nervous about it. Although she had no one to blame but herself. Krillin kept on saying how protection during sex  was important so they didn’t have an unplanned child like this. 18 never understood his worrying when it came to that topic, she wasn’t fully human she can’t get pregnant anyways so why go through the trouble of buying pills or condoms. Well after a hand full of their unprotected adult endeavors Krillin’s warnings finally caught up to them.

18 went from shocked to being scared out of her mind, but like he always does Krillin was there to guide her through her inner turmoil and helped her realize how this was a blessing and it would only make them closer. She, or Krillin for that matter, didn’t know how to be parents but they damn well were going to try their hardest.

“Can you make us some Breakfast first dear?” The woman asked.

“Mmm I don’t know I’m still full from that huge dinner from last night.”

“Well sorry, You know I’m eating for two.”

“Ok I’ll cook you something to eat then I’ll call Bulma and see what time she wants us over.”

“All right you get started on that, I want oatmeal, toast and eggs. I’m gonna get some more sleep in the meantime.”

“Now wait a sec-”

“Thanks Krillin, love you.”

Before Krillin had the chance to rebuttal again she took back the blankets and covered her entire body with the thick cloth.

“Bu--- Okay fine be that way. But now I won’t make the eggs how you like them!”

He said opening the door about to walk out of it.

“Yes you will.”

“Yea...I know.”

And with that he closed their bedroom door and headed downstairs.

***********************

Breakfast was okay, 18 ate it in silence because Krillin went to go take a shower. Roshi was also out there but as soon as he saw 18 was going to be in there for more than 5 minutes he left. She had been at the island for 4 years now but they still weren’t on the best of terms Only talking when Krillin was still in the same room. Probably because Roshi kept on being his usual self around her. It was safe to say she didn’t care for that.

“Ok 18 are you ready.”

Krillin came down stairs and saw that 18 was in deep thought, she didn’t even notice him at first.

“Is something wrong 18?”

“Huh? Oh, I was just thinking about this leech inside me.”

“Hey don’t call it that! It's not a leech it's a miracle.”

“Yea, yea I know. But I was just wondering about it. Is it developing well enough, what gender is it, how being a mother will be. Stuff like that.”

“I do too honey, 24/7. Just talk to me whenever about it when you want. We are in this together.”

“I know Krillin. Thank you.”

“Good we can talk about anything you want while we are in the jet car. Speaking of which Bulma wants us there at 10:30 so let’s get going.”

“The jet car is too slow can’t we just fly?”

“No no no! I can’t let you fly when you’re 4 months pregnant!”

“Fine, you can just carry me then.”

“Uh, I guess that will work. Shouldn’t be any strain on you or the-”

“Can you go get my shoes from upstairs Krillin I’m ready to go.” She cut him off.

She found it best to just interrupt him when he was babbling on about stuff, she liked to cut straight to the point anyways.

**********************

They didn’t really conversate on the flight over to Bulma’s, due to the high wind messing with their ability to hear. At least they were close and could just feel each others embrace.

They landed safely and walked into the main lobby of capsule corp building. They saw the receptionist.

“Ahh hello!” She greeted them. “Mr. Krillin and Mrs. Eighteen, Bulma is waiting for you in the…”

She seized talking because 18 just straight up walked past the desk without even pretending to notice the woman talking. She just didn’t really like talking to new people, it was just best to ignore them when she could.

Krillin knew this and usually had to cover up for her.

“Sorry ma’am, she’s just nervous about the ultrasound.” Krillin defended.

“Oh I see, I can imagine then.” She said with a smile, she didn’t blame 18 for her actions.

“Well Mrs. Briefs is in the medical building in Wing E.”

“Thanks, sorry again. Have a good day!”

“No problem, you too!”

He had to do a light jog to catch up with his wife. For a pregnant woman she sure did walk fast.

“Do you know where you’re even going?” He blurted while catching up.

“Med building Wing E, I heard her.” She said matter a factly.

“You forgot to say something to her 18, you have to at least say hello.”

“Sorry, I’m working on it. You know I’m not a people person.”

“It’s ok. Let’s just focus on what’s about to happen.”

The still newlyweds made their way down a series of hallways and walkways until finally they made it to the destination.

“Why does she even have a hospital?” 18 asked.

“I don’t think its a hospital, they just invent test medical equipment. Like the ultrasound she is gonna use on you today.”

“Wow i feel so honored.” She uttered with the utmost of sarcasm.

After they asked one of the many people in scrubs walking around where Bulma was the duo finally found her. Sitting in a room looking at a monitor.

“I see you guys finally made it.” The blue haired woman greeted them while still focusing on her monitor.

“Bulma are you even trained to do this?” 18 asked, the thought never crossed her mind.

“I’m the smartest woman on the planet, and I’ve been prepping for the last two weeks. I’m confident this will go without a hitch!” She said proudly.

“Ok.”

Bulma first weighed Krillin’s wife then started asking her a handful of questions before she got to the main attraction. Some of them professional, like how is she eating, are her feet swelling, is she putting any strain on her body, but most of them personal.

“No I do not have any maternity clothes!” The cyborg said kind of getting annoyed.

“Well after we check on your baby we HAVE to get you some. You’ll thank me later.” She responded.

18 thought about and maybe it would be good to listen to what Bulma was saying and it would be beneficial to get to spend more time with her. After all Bulma was just trying to help and she was friendly and she has been pregnant before. She also will probably pay of all of these clothes she was talking about it.

“Ok, I would like that.”

She actually said yes? Krillin thought to himself.

Wow she actually said yes, I was just fishing there. Bulma wondering the same thought as Krillin.

“Uhh, yea. She didn’t want to waste money on clothes she wouldn’t wear anymore after a year. She’s just been wearing my clothes mostly.” The short man said picking the conversation back up.

“No worries. I’ll pay, my treat.”

“Thank you!” They both said.

“Ok one last question.” The interviewer spoke up.

“Is this one relevant to the situation at hand unlike the last 5 you asked?” The interviewee asked.

“Yes, I swear. I just need to know if you guys are still having sex while this baby is inside of you.”

Krillin’s face heated up so bad it looked like he had a fever and 18 just looked straight pissed.

Bulma continued to speak.

“I’m serious guys, just tell me.”

Krillin decided to speak up about it.

“Uh, we stopped when she found out about the baby, we didn’t want to hurt it in anyway. So that was two months ago probably?”

18 nodded confirming that was the correct answer.

“Alright, well good. See for most people it’s perfectly fine to have intercourse while pregnant. But in your guys’ case I can’t recommend it. Since you guys don’t have normal strength it might injure the baby. But don’t worry. I can speak from personal experience after all the waiting the feeling is amazing. Vegeta and I---”

18 cut her off.

“Ok we get it. I really don’t wanna hear about you and Vegeta’s sex life.”

“All right then. Just lie down and lift up your shirt.”

She took Bulma’s orders.

“Alright this will be a little cold, but nothing you can’t handle. Let me just run one last test to make sure everything will run smoothly.”

It was cold, but in the grand scheme of things it didn’t really matter. She was here realising what was about to happen. She was going to get to see the first glimpse of the life she was raising inside of her.

Krillin could tell she was thinking negative thoughts so he took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“It’s gonna be ok.” He whispered. “You’re strong, you can do this.”

She smiled at him, he always knew just want to say.

Bulma grabbed the transducer probe and placed it where the gel was.

“Just so you guys know for context, the only difference between this machine and one used for regular ultrasounds is that this one detects your android parts and ignores them. This way they won’t interfere with the anything….Speaking of which, here is your baby!”  

It was kind of surreal to the two of them. It was just a blue blob with a black background, but it was filling them with so much emotion. How could they love something they just saw for the first time.  They wanted to protect it, hold it, spoil it, they couldn’t wait for it to be truly alive.

18 had to blink away the tears.

Heh. 18 tried to distract herself so the water didn’t fall from the eyes. If 17 was here he would tell me my human was showing. I would tell him we are more human than machine anyways, might as well embrace it.

“It’s ok to cry hun’” Her husband interrupted her inner thoughts. He could tell she was on the verge.

Bulma did notice what was going on, but she chose to let them have their moment without interfering. It was between them.

“I’m ok now, Bulma tell us we are looking at.” 18 said regaining her composure.

“Well here is the head, the arms, legs, and I’m pretty sure I can make you able to hear its heartbeat. But first want me to tell you want gender it is?”

“Yea that would be great, right babe?” Krillin got excited but then remembered it should be up to his wife.

“Of course.” She said.

“Alright let's see here, it looks like its….a...girl!”

The married couple started to rejoice. To be honest they didn’t care what gender it was, they were just happy to finally know what they were expecting. However their joy subsided once the machine started to make a noise.

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

“Uhh…” Bulma stuttered. She didn’t think that would happen.

“Bulma, what is that.” The ex-monk asked.

Before Bulma could explain what was happening the monitor started flashing warning signs.

Then the craziest thing possible happened. 18’s bloated stomach began to emit light, it started to glow from the inside.

“That doesn’t look right.” The blue haired woman said.

“BULMA WHAT THE FUCK!!!” 18 screamed, fearing for her and her baby’s life.

“BULMA DO SOMETHING!!!” Krillin also screamed, fearing for the same as 18.

“Ok ok, remain calm so I can think.”

Bulma was ineed frazzled and was turned and started to press many buttons on the ultrasound machine. She uninstanctfully dropped the probe on accident. It fell to the floor. Luckily this caused the glowing to stop.

All three of them sighed in almost unicent.

“Bulma what the hell just happened?!?” 18 snapped again.

“Well remember when I said this machine was designed to not detect your inner android parts? It did and when the sound censor in the probe detected it the part started to light up. That is the jist of what happened guys. I can ensure that everything is ok with the baby and with you 18, all the mechanism inside of you did was light up a warning because a sound wave hit it. Some sort of defense protocol, and the only reason it glowed at all is because of your bigger stomach area.”

“Ok, thank Kami.” Said Krillin.

“Sorry guys…” Bulma sounded defeated.

“If we are both fine then don’t sweat about it. It was just a scary experience that’s all. It’s kind of fitting though, sometimes, now that Krillin is with me i forgot I’m part machine. But I won’t forget it anytime soon.” 18 spoke up.

Krillin leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

Bulma that was very sweet but still felt incredibly embarrassed.

“I’m gonna fix this now and get it over with for next time, how about you guys go get some lunch from my mom in the meantime. Then after I’ll take you to go get some maternity clothes.” The bluenette pleaded sounding very guilty.

“Alright, let’s go Krillin. Thanks Bulma.” 18 said

“I swear it’s nothing to worry about, and congrats again guys.” She said. “I’ll come find you two in an hour.”

******************

Krillin went to go get some sandwiches that Panchi made and met his wife outside.

“Man that was crazy.” Krillin said sitting down next to the love of his life.

“I’m just happy everything is ok. I can’t blame her though, she couldn’t of known.” 18 said.

“Hopefully the next visit will go smoother. How scared were you?”

“I thought someone had wished the bomb back in me and...I don’t want to even think about it.”

“Oh 18 that is awful.”

“Yeah I know. What was going through your mind?”

“At first it was about losing the baby. But now all I can think about is how your stomach looked like it had a really big firefly in it.” Krillin chuckled scratching the back of his head.

She smacked his forehead.

“OWW, guess I deserved that.”

“You did.”

“I kind of like that as a nickname for the baby. Firefly!”

“Hmm, yea It’s kinda cute.”

That’s it

Thanks for reading, k18 for life. Thanks to @chestnutisland for running chestnutfest. Was writing this in advance but saw you had a free day planned so i decided to submit it for that.

#chestnutfest #krillin #android 18 #k18 #fanfiction #dbz

[demialwrites]

Kitty Kompanion Ch 11

"Tired, Honey. Tired," you complained to Genji.

He had returned with your food and to check on you, to give you support emotionally and physically. You were so tired that his armour was comfortable lean against.

The next few days, you were a milk-producing machine. You caught a precious hour, or less, of sleep before Genji, Torbjorn, or Angela passed you a crying baby to feed. They changed your kittens' diapers and bathed them when needed. They were a godsend, but you found yourself wondering if you could breastfeed in your sleep.

Pretty soon Angela was encouraging you to leave the medical bay to get some air and start sleeping in your own quarters. You were against this, assuming the help you were getting would stop. You didn't voice this, though. You fed the babies and got into a wheelchair with Genji at the ready. You were relieved he was still here. So relieved that you might cry.

"Everyone wants to see you," he said.

He pushed the wheelchair into the hallway.

"They do?"

You were suspicious. You felt like shit and were convinced you looked like it. No way would anyone want to see your face right now.

You were proved very wrong when Lena nearly smacked into your chest for a hug. Genji took you to the mess hall, with Lena walking beside you. She chattered about how adorable your squishy little babies were (she wanted to squish them with hugs). Everyone who was a hugger obliged you with a tight one. You weren't sure why, but it felt it had been ages since you saw them. Holding them all eased something deep inside.

"Winston and I had a good idea. He was going to tell you, but I'm excited and I want to tell you now."

Genji was unusually bubbly for someone who was recently rescued from torture. You were still tired, so you just hummed in acknowledgment.

He explained that one of his missions was clearing possibly dormant bastions out of Eichinwalde, Germany. Genji pretended to get annoyed when you chuckled at his stumbling over the pronounciation of 'Eichinwalde.' It was so cute.

"Bend down so I can pinch your cheeks," you said, reaching back.

"No," he huffed, tail swishing.

Anyway, there was an old bunker there that was still in working condition. Generator and everything. Talon had hardly any activity in Germany.

"We could live in that bunker together, as a family," he continued happily. "Winston agreed to give me paternal leave. The only stipulation is... we have to bring Hanzo." His voice lowered at the end, as if admitting something that would upset you.

"W-what, why?"

"Hanzo is the one in trouble this time." He was pleased about that. "I volunteered to help him heal. That way I could keep an eye on him."

"Winston agreed to that?"

He had. When you saw Winston, he repeated what Genji said. And then some.

"You can decide if you want to return to the watchpoint with your children after Hanzo is ready to return to active duty."

"Oh," you said dumbly.

You had always assumed it would be a 'it takes a village to raise a child' type of situation. Raising kids at the watchpoint didn't bother you. Especially with people like Torbjorn and Angela around. Having your own place was something else, and the idea hadn't sunk in yet. You leaned towards Genji during a lull in the conversation.

"I was looking forward to seeing Winston trying to deal with two curious kiddies," you whispered to him.

You could picture it, the twins climbing all over the gorilla and getting in his way. Asking him questions about everything. Genji grinned and gently pinched your side for being rude, making you jump. That stretched your stitches.

"Ow...ow..." You swiftly brought your hands up to hover over them, hissing and mentally willing away the pain.

Genji whined in distress, guilt-ridden over causing you pain. He joined you with his own hovering hands, and his tail whipped back and forth.

"Are you...alright?" Winston asked awkwardly.

"I'll be fine," you said curtly. You blushed. "Maybe we can think about this?"

He blinked.

"Of course!" he exclaimed. "I think it's the best course of action to transfer you and your family to the bunker, but no one is making you go."

Winston had effectively excused you, so Genji stood up and wheeled you back. But back to your shared room, not the medbay. You whined when he pushed you into an empty room.

"My babies..."

"I thought you wanted rest. They're being taken care of."

"Okay, but tomorrow, I'm gonna take care of them."

You weren't the most joyful mother. 'Dutiful' was the better word. Loving the kittens as best you could, considering how tired you were. You insisted on doing most of the work yourself. Maybe it was a mistake, but they were your babies. If someone else raised them, even for a few weeks, you might regret it. You didn't want to miss anything. The next few weeks were a blur of diapers, screaming, dragging yourself out of bed, and trying to refuse Genji's help.

Soon you did break down, cry, and accept his help.

"I just want to make love to you, but I'm so tired," you sobbed pitifully as he held you. Even though he had been there every day, you missed him terribly. It was confusing and distressing for your tired mind.

"I know, I know," he told you softly. He didn't like to see you like this, but he also wanted to laugh. You got yourself into this mess.

You lay your head on his shoulder. Your arms dangled like you held a weight in each hand. Every cell in your body cried out for rest. But it was almost time to change Sae's diaper, and Ichiro was about to wake up. You may have been wearing yourself to the bone carrying for your babies, but you knew them the best out of anyone by now. Every time you anticipated their needs correctly was a happy little victory. You truly felt like you were doing a good job as a mother in those moments.

"Don't," you said, poking a finger up at his face.

"Don't what?"

"Don't be smug. You wanna say 'I told you so.'"

Genji let a little laughter out. You pouted at him childishly and turned around to seek Sae.

"No! No! Wait!"

Genji followed with a grin. After a few verbal exchanges, you gave in and let him put you to bed. Sae's wail interrupted him tucking you in. You felt an emotional tug in her direction as Genji left to tend to her.

Genji came back to the doorway after a few seconds.

"What does she need?"

"Diaper."

"Thanks, Mama."

And he left. You snuggled into the pillow with a smile. You were a good mom. You felt it.

Genji was a good dad, as well. His presence soothed his kittens to the point of them falling asleep in his arms almost every time. In some cases, they slept more deeply being held than in their cribs. You had a pang of jealousy; they seemed to cry less when he took care of them.

During a checkup for the kittens, Angela casually mentioned that Hanzo's recovery was going as well as can be expected. Genji tsked at himself for forgetting about his brother. He had been so wrapped up in helping you. Sae needed a feeding, so he dropped her off with you.

"Thank you, Genji. I love you," you told him, taking the baby girl.

Genji rubbed his cheek on yours, did the same to Sae, and took Ichiro to Hanzo.

Warm tears streamed down Hanzo's scrunched face. An ugly cry. He felt ugly inside. He inwardly berated himself for not feeling happy for Genji. Instead, he was jealous and resentful. It should have been him that had a mate and two healthy, precious kittens. He was the elder brother. The serious, responsible one. Why was it backwards? It wasn't fair.

"Hanzo! Do you want to hold Ichiro?"

Genji's voice interrupted Hanzo's downward spiral. Hanzo scrambled mentally, pulling walls up. He forced himself to meet Genji's eyes. Hanzo didn't like the way his brother was staring into his soul. His pride kept his gaze level, however.

"Sorry, I," Genji began tentatively, "You seem upset. Hanzo, I can see that. I just thought seeing your nephew might help. He makes me happy. I want to share that."

Hanzo didn't expect Genji to consider his feelings and to give him an opportunity to decline Genji's offer. Since when had Genji grown into a fine young man? No, that wasn't right. He was 35 and not a young man anymore. Hanzo's reality shifted under him as he was forced to admit that he was wrong. It was staring at him in the face, his adult brother holding his newborn kitten.

Genji was distracted by his kitten's face and broke eye contact to look at his child. He frowned slightly, eyes alight with the passion that he would defend his kittens with. And Hanzo wanted to be there by his side to help.

"Let me see him."

Hanzo lifted his arms slowly. His hands shook with weakness. Genji ignored that and gingerly placed Ichiro into Hanzo's arms.

"Like this," Genji murmured, arranging Hanzo's arms and hands properly around the kitten.

Hanzo was too tired to argue against the indignity of being 'arranged'. His gaze softened when he looked at Ichiro. He nearly cried anew when he spotted the tiny, down-soft ears folded against his skull. He wished deep in his heart that this was his kitten. Either way, what he saw confirmed his previous resolution. To protect this baby boy and his twin sister with his life.

#genji x reader #kitty!genji #fluff #domestic fluff #light angst #hanzo is a source of angst that's just how it is imo #female reader #my shit

[capbucky-0506]

Return of the Missing Cooper (FPxReader)

Being the oldest Cooper daughter was never easy. All your life, you struggled to be absolutely perfect, just like your parents wanted. But it wasn’t what you wanted. You were widely known as the “Rebel Cooper”, a title that was frowned upon by your parents. Still, they always let you get off with a small consequence anytime you didn’t do what they wanted. Like when you dyed your hair from blonde to dark brown, they yelled at you for ten minutes before only taking away your phone for a few days. Nothing they ever did really affected you.

That is, until they discovered a secret relationship you had, one with someone they despised: FP Jones. You always were attracted to him, but could never act upon those feelings until it was legal. So, as soon as you turned 18, you and FP started your epic romance. The only people who knew were your sisters, his son (who shockingly approved), your best friend Jason Blossom, and of course, your diary. That’s how your parents found out, and forbid you from seeing again. They threatened to ruin his life, and you couldn’t let that happen.

So one day, you decided to pack up and leave. Since you were 18 already and finished high school, it was technically legal for you to be on your own. All you left behind was a note saying you were leaving, and weren’t going to be back for a while. You had even halted communication with FP and Jughead, ignoring all of their calls and texts.

That was four years ago. You had quickly gone to New York to go to college, the only reason your parents didn’t interfere. You still kept in touch with your sisters sometimes. Unfortunately, you rarely had time to speak with them. The most recent talk you’ve had is when you called to tell them you were finally coming home. Betty was only 12 when you left, and Polly was 13. You couldn’t wait to see them again.

As the moving van stopped in front of your house, you felt a wave of anger crash over you. These were the people who separated you from the man you love. You had only went to a college far away to protect him. If you had it your way, you would’ve left home and built a new life with him in his trailer.

You climbed out of the moving van with just your backpack, having already delivered everything else the day before. Your nerves started acting up as you walked to the door, but you pushed them down. You were 22 years old now. You could do this.

You knocked the front door after a moment of hesitation. After a few seconds, the door swings open to reveal a familiar face.

You gasped. “Betty?”

“Y/N!”

You dropped your bag as you wrap your arms around your little sister. She grew so much while you were gone!

“Oh my gosh, Betty! Look at you! All grown up!”

“Y/N, I’ve missed you so much!”

“I’ve missed you too!”

You heard footsteps approaching. “Y/N’s back?”

You let out another gasp. “Juggie!”

The now older Jughead picks you up and spins you around as Betty picked up your bag and closed the door. “Oh my gosh, Juggie! What on earth are you doing here?”

When he set you down, Betty took his hand in hers. “We’re dating now, Y/N!”

You squealed . “OH MY GOSH! SERIOUSLY? THAT’S AMAZING!”

“Y/N?”

Polly walked into the room and you let out the biggest gasp you’ve ever let out. “Polly?”

She smiled and rubbed her stomach. She was pregnant!

“You missed quite a lot, Sis,” she joked with a nervous expression on her face. “Please be happy for me.”

You rest a hand on her growing stomach. “Of course I’m happy for you! Is it a boy or girl?”

“We don’t know what THEY are yet.”

“They? Oh my gosh, are you having twins?”

She nodded eagerly. “We’ll have to fill you in on everything later.”

“Y/N?”

Your mother descended down the steps, with your father in tow. “Y/N!”

You gave Betty, Polly, and Jughead a nervous look. They all nodded with small smiles on their faces.

“Hi mom,” you said meekly. “Hi dad.”

They engulfed you in a tight hug as your mom started to cry. “Y/N, I’m so sorry. We had no right to separate you from FP. You were legal, you could’ve done whatever you wanted.”

You felt your eyes start to water and you scoffed to cover it up. “What about our image?”

They pulled away from you and your dad put an arm around your mom. “Things have changed since you were gone. We’ve realized that our image isn’t everything.”

“What happened?”

Jughead slowly walked up to you. “Y/N, my dad is in jail.”

You froze. “W-what?”

“He was arrested-”

“For the murder of my boyfriend,” Polly finished, tears in her eyes.

You looked at her quizzically. “Your boyfriend?”

“Jason Blossom,” Betty whispered.

Your heart stopped. “No,” you said in a hushed voice.“

"Y/N-”

“NO! Betty, please tell me my best friend isn’t dead and my true love isn’t in jail for his murder!”

“I can’t, Y/N. But it wasn’t him! He was framed, and we already proved it. Clifford Blossom did it.”

Tears began to run down your face. “His own father? Then why is FP still in jail? Why isn’t Clifford there instead?”

“Honey,” you mom said as she led you to the living room and sat you on the couch. “Clifford hung himself when everyone found out, and although FP didn’t kill Jason, he was an accessory. He handled the clean up, then took the blame after Clifford threatened Jughead’s life.”

After a moment of silence, you took a deep breath and stood up. “I wanna go visit him.”

Your dad tossed you the keys to his car. “Go. He needs you more than ever.”

You grabbed your phone and raced out of the house, hopping into the car immediately. All you could think about on the way there is FP. He went to jail to protect his son. He was still the man you knew all those years ago.

When you got there, you walked to the jail cell after being cleared. There was FP, slumped in the corner of the cell.

“FP!”, you called out.

He looked up at the sound of your voice. “Y/N?”

You practically ran to the cell and held onto the bars, as FP met you there.

He took your hands in his. “ Oh my god, Y/N, what are you doing here?”

“I just got back from New York. I am so sorry I left.”

“I didn’t know what to think. First my wife left, now you. It hurt me so much.”

“I know, baby. It hurt me, too! But my parents would’ve crucified you if we didn’t stop. I had to forget you so I could protect you.”

He lifted your left hand and kissed it. “And now?”

You felt more tears falling. “They’re the ones who sent me here. They apologized and now we can be together!”

FP sighed. “Y/N, I don’t know how long I’m gonna be in here.”

“And I don’t care. I’ll wait as long as I have to.”

“Y/N.” He caressed your cheek with his right hand. “I want you to live your life. Don’t wait for some old man.”

“That ‘old man’ is the one I love. We’re gonna get you out of here, and you and I are going to be together again.”

“Y/N-”

You leaned forward through the bars and captured his lips in yours. He soon melted into the kiss, snaking an arm through the bars and around your waist to bring you closer.

When you broke apart, he lightly kissed you on your nose. “God, I missed you.”

You giggled. “You can show me how much you’ve missed me when you get out of here.”

FP smirked. “I intend to.”

At that moment, your phone starts to buzz and you pull it out to see a text coming from Betty.

BettyCooper: Fred Andrews was just shot. Archie is freaking. Get to the hospital now.

You let out a small gasp. FP looked at you quizzically. “Everything okay?”

You hesitated. How were you supposed to tell him that his best friend was just shot? “Um, nothing. Polly accidentally shattered a mirror I bought in New York.”

He chuckled. “Yikes. Guess you gotta head back home now?”

“I’ll be back tomorrow, and every day after that.”

You press a small kiss to his lips. “I love you, FP Jones.”

“I love you too, Y/N Cooper.”

After giving him a small smile, you put your phone away and run out of there, your hands shaking as you begin to drive to the hospital.

“Oh Fred,” you whispered. “Please be okay.”

#riverdale #fp jones #fp jones x reader #jughead jones #jughead #betty cooper #polly cooper #Alice Cooper #Hal Cooper #fred andrews #archie andrews

[my-hero-aaron]

Overclocked

This piece took me a long while. It’s 11 pages long, so to save you all the trouble, I’m gonna be posting it in parts, and the rest of the posts will go into a queue to go up once a day. Anyway, here’s the opening chapter! I hope it’s as much fun to read as it was to write.

When we were walking home that day, I thought the villain that jumped out to get us was just some dime-a-dozen, low level scumbag. He must have followed us home from UA, because from the moment we saw him, it was clear he was looking for a fight.

“Hey, you two! Try this on for size!” He shouted, and flung out a hand.

Without a second thought, I dove in front of Kailey as the beam emanated from his outstretched fingers. Thankfully, my motion worked, and I caught the brunt of the beam in my chest. I must have blacked out for a moment after, as the world shifted just a bit before my eyes as I lay on the sidewalk, breath heaving.

As I scrambled to my feet to protect Kailey from any further blows, however, it became clear that whatever this villain just did, it wasn’t good. I felt my muscles shift and tighten, and my heart begin to race, as I stiffened strangely. Glancing down, I noted the ground beneath my feet beginning to frost over, even though I hadn’t forced any cold to move in my body.

“Feel that, kid? Your body, ramming itself into a higher gear as your quirk spirals out of control? That’s my quirk, and where I get my name. You can call me Overclock.” Overclock boasted, the bravado clear in his voice.

“W-Well, Overclock, I-” My voice quavered and failed as I extended a hand toward him, only to notice the frost ensheathing my fingers. I squinted a bit at this, and brought my extended arm back in close to myself, gritting my teeth to try to force the cold back down into myself. Why couldn’t I focus my power..? Then it snapped into place. He wasn’t exaggerating, that wasn’t just a boast. He really did dial my quirk up a few notches, but.. Why? I swayed a bit on my feet as I looked up at him, asking the question that had just run across my mind.

“Well, usually, kid, you get the whole beam, and the quirk buried in your gut rips you to pieces. If any so called ‘hero’ survives their quirk ripping them up, then they get to fight me, one on one, without it.”

I stumbled once more, my knees hitting the concrete as the cold continued to build in my hands. As my eyes began to frost over, I looked up at Kailey, who had recoiled in shock at my slowly cryogenifying body, and whispered, “I’m sorry, K.”

Then, unable to hold back the rushing tide of power, I screamed, and a wave of cold tore out of me, my fingers cracking and shattering under the strain. My teeth began to chatter with the force of it, and I tried one last time to wrest my power back under my control. It felt like biting into the antarctic ice shelf, but I persisted, trying to hold myself back so I didn’t destroy not just Kailey, but everyone around me as well. The pulse faded slightly as I marshalled every last ounce of strength in my body, trying to wrangle back in the cold leaking from every inch of my soul. Then, as if to taunt me for trying to hold back, the cold tore through me once more, and I reacted as though something hit me. I fell to the ground, back spasming with the force of the frigidity unleashed from every cell of my being, in just enough time to see the wave of rippling cold wash over Kailey, and the last thing I saw was my best friend frozen in shock.

The blaring of my alarm jolted me out of sleep, the flinch rolling over my body throwing me a few inches from the bed as I fumbled for the snooze button. Blearily dragging a hand across my eyes, I flinched as I heard the glass next to my alarm tumble to the floor. “Oh come ON!” I shouted as my foot firmly planted itself in the puddle of water, shocking me awake. As the sound of the sliding door reached my ears, I whirled in shock, brain sent stammering in confusion alongside my mouth. “K-k-k-kailey?? You’re alive? What happened yesterday? Why can’t I remember after-” “Alive? Of course I am, dummy! What else would I be?” “B-b-but-” “C’mon, we’ve got a test today, and I don’t wanna be late!” My hand tugged at my face, and I groaned. The last thing I needed after yesterday’s... yikesfest, to put it lightly, was the stress of another test at U.A. After hurrying through the process of getting ready to face the day, I rushed to school, Kailey at my side as usual.

As we hurried through the school gates, Kailey turned to me, an eyebrow quirked, and asked a question that seemed to be on her mind the whole walk there.

“Aaron, what did you mean by you’re alive? You looked at me like you’d seen a ghost!”

“What did I mean by it?” I spluttered, lowering my voice and stepping in closer to make sure my compatriot could hear me, “K, we nearly DIED yesterday fighting that overclock guy. I’m the forgetful one here, I mean, I can’t remember the rest of the day after that big kaboom, I was hoping you could shed some light on that!”

“Overclock? Aaron, are you feeling alright?” Kailey felt at my forehead, brushing aside a few stray hairs, and her eyebrows crinkled along with her nose in confusion. “You don’t seem any warmer than usual, but that big of a blank space in your memory is kinda bad, even for you. You sure we don’t need to go to recovery girl? I’m certain that the teacher would understand if you weren’t feeling alright.”

“No no no, I don’t wanna be late, I have enough tardies as it is. I’ll sort it out, let’s just get to class.”

Our first class passed uneventfully, though the test we were taking certainly seemed a bit familiar. As we emerged from the sterile brightness of the basement classroom, I once again turned to K, trying to avoid my confusion at what’d happened in the past by focusing on what we just did.

“Hey K, that exam was really a breeze, wasn’t it? I’m surprised the teacher spent so long hyping it up, I felt like I was just doing our worksheets over again!” I burbled cheerfully, excited that I didn’t have much to gnash my teeth over.

“eASY?? DUDE I WAS LIKE, SWEATING SO HARD I ALMOST MELTED!” Kailey burst out, whirling on me like I had gone nuts.

“J-jeez, K, I thought you had done your studying! I was the one who was supposed to be worried about the test today, like the one from yesterday-” I cut myself off midsentence, realizing that there was a test yesterday, too. Why would the professor load us up twice?

“Yesterday’s test was a practical, Aaron, you know I’m the one who’s gotta worry about those! You do so much work on your own you hardly break a sweat!” Kailey said, her fist whapping me on the shoulder suddenly.

I rubbed at my shoulder, mostly joking, but also considerably surprised at the force of her blow. Did she usually pack that much of a.. Well, punch? I shook my head to clear the confusion from it, and glanced at my watch, to find that we’d blown almost all of our passing period.

“oH HECK K, GRAB MY WRIST, WE’RE GONNA HAVE TO SKATE TO CLASS!” I cried, hopping a bit to form the skate blades and ice over the floor that I knew the janitors hated to deal with.

“Aaron, no we’re no-” My friend’s protests were cut off by my sudden movement, floor freezing over just enough in front of me that I could keep up the speed supplied by my skates. However, my stomach fell into my feet as I saw who was leaning out of the door next to our next class. Aizawa hated when kids used their quirks indoors, especially to get out of receiving a tardy. Sure, he could be late all he liked, but his reasoning was, “I’m an adult, I missed my chance to learn how time works.” My arms a-flail, I did my best to slow down, but it was too late. The all-too familiar glow crossed his eyes, and I bit back a groan as heat flooded my body. I didn’t have but a moment to complain at the warmth suffusing my body, however, as the ice underfoot almost immediately ran out, and I pitched forward, whirling to land beneath my best friend so she’d have a somewhat soft landing. The smack of my head against the tile rang through the almost empty hallway, and I saw stars for a moment.

“Ugh, did you catch the number of that bus that hit me?” I groaned up at Kailey, Aizawa rolling his eyes at my honestly terrible wonderful joke.

“You’d best learn not to rely on your quirk too much, kid. It’ll land you in a much worse situation in a real fight if you’re without it.” Aizawa deadpanned as he handed Kailey a hall pass. “Take your dazed friend here to recovery girl, young lady. I get the sense that blow to the head isn’t treating him too well.”

Kailey offered me a hand up, and it momentarily doubled, but I still did my best to take it, bouncing to my feet, only to feel the world spin for a moment, as though my brain was annoyed at my sudden movement. “Aaron, c’mon, we don’t wanna be too late for hero support class!”

“A-are you sure about that, Kailey? You don’t usually like support class.” I squinted at my pal, holding at my head. Maybe that knock on my head could sort just what the heck went on yesterday out.

I managed to get not much outside a minor scolding about my recklessness from recovery girl, and made it through the rest of the day without much else happening. When we were walking home from school, however, I felt a wave of deja-vu hit me so hard, my ears almost rang a little, and I stepped in front of Kailey, though I wasn’t quite sure just what I did that for.. As was Kailey, as she ejaculated the same question to me after slamming into my back, face first.

“What the heck, Aaron? I was walking there, you dingus!”

“I.. I’m not sure, K. I’ve got a bad feeling about going that way.” I muttered, almost to myself.

“What do you mean? That’s the way we always go home! You’ve been acting weird all day. Just come on, I’m sure between you and me we could handle anything that came for us anyway.” Kailey spouted, striding past me firmly with a surprising degree of confidence.

I blinked, raising a hand as if to grip at her shoulder to stop her, but let it fall, and ran to catch up with my friend. Not a moment later, the bushes next to the sidewalk rustled, and out stumbled a rather disheveled looking guy.

“Who are-” I started, only to be cut off by an overdramatic shout from the stranger.

“Hey you kids! Try this on for size!”

Out rang his words, but that wasn’t the only thing flung our way, a beam extending from his outstretched hand. I once again found myself in front of Kailey, this time a hurried dive making me once again conk my head. When I got ahold of myself, I found that Kailey had already tugged me to my feet, and I shook myself, raising an arm to stop the villain who dared attack my best friend.. Only to find that my chest was tightening, and the temperature falling with it.

“What the.. This.. I..” words fell from my mouth in confusion as the cold seeped out of me, the sidewalk freezing over in an ever-expanding fractal.

“Ha, well, good try, taking half the attack for your little gal pal there, but now you’re both overclocked!”

“Overclocked.. I met you yesterday! What happened after I blacked out?” I shouted, my hands shaking as the cold continued to force it’s way out of my body.

“Yesterday? Kid, I ain’t seen ya before, and I never forget a quirk! Even on a two-bit snow machine like you. I’m curious, if youse been hit before, can yer handle it now?” Overclock gripped at his chin, seeming excited for the coming fight.

“D-D-Does your dialing up cause memory loss?” My teeth began to chatter as it got cold enough around me for even my nerves to start getting my brain worried. The shivers rushing through my body pitched harder, and I fell to the ground.

A scream tore it’s way through my body, and a wave of cold tore out of me in kind, my fingers letting out an angry creak under the strain. I grit my chattering teeth, and steeled my resolve as I tried one last time to wrest my power back under my control. My tongue crackled as it began to freeze between my teeth, but I had to keep trying to hold myself back so I didn’t destroy not just Kailey, but everyone around me as well. The pulse faded slightly as I marshalled my will, attempting to plug the holes in the crumbling dam that was holding back the cold. Then, as if to taunt me for trying to hold back, the cold tore through me once more, and the dam crumbled, the force of that last wall shattering making me react as though struck. My arm that was propping me up went limp, and I fell to the ground, back spasming under the strain of my quirk ripping my body to shreds, in just enough time to see the wavering air that clearly carried the chill that drove my soul wash over Kailey, and the last thing I saw was my best friend literally frozen in shock.

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