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lolibles · 3 years

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playing video games with them| anemo boys <3

characters: kazuha, xiao and venti

very fluffy, a little suggestive in kazuha’s part, slight slight angst for xiao, crack

synopsis: what games you play with them, how they act with you!

not proofread please don’t sue me this is also very random :)

kazuha

playing stardew valley and animal crossing with kazuha is my life goal that will never be fulfilled please cry with me. anyway, just imagine cuddling on the sofa under a thick blanket on a cold rainy day with cups of hot chocolate or tea whilst playing stardew valley. the both of you work through the first year slowly as little farmers doing cute little farm things. also if you ever chose to get into a relationship with any of the npcs in the game kazuha will not be happy, he’d definitely not talk to that particular npc because he is now kazuha’s “sworn enemy”. he will also be a pouty baby, so please apologise and give him kisses. and if you REALLY want to make it up to him, ask him to marry you in animal crossing and this man will be on his knees in a split second. he’d prepare EVERYTHING, from the venue, the guests, he’d even attempt to design his own tux for his little character to wear. and you guys would have such an adorable animal crossing wedding. also because kissing in game is not enough, he’d probably kiss you irl when the wedding officiant says you may now kiss the xx. honestly i see kazuha even going out spontaneously to buy you a promise ring with a little maple leaf engraved in it for you. yes it was an animal crossing wedding, but it was a wedding non the less. playing minecraft with kazuha please, its so fucking wholesome- he’s so good at the game and he doesn’t even try. he knows all the tricks and he’s so sexy with redstone you cant convince me otherwise. he’s also an amazing builder pls wtf. AND OH MY GOD, imagine playing the sims4 with kazuha, he’d literally cry inside. you both would sit next to each other in front of the computer screen for hours just designing your characters. and you would have a little cat too. everytime kazuha’s character flirted with yours, he will definitely shoot you one of his romantic haikus. also the first time your characters woohoo’ed, he most likely would have teased you and said “its unfair that only they get to woohoo you know.” anyway i think playing wholesome games with kazuha is 10 bells out of 10 bells.

xiao

now this one is kinda scary. i think its pretty obvious that xiao plays shooter games honestly. or anything that has to do with fighting. it wasn’t unusual to hear him literally SCREAM randomly throughout the day because of a game. if you ever play shooter games with this aggressive boy, please proceed with caution. i honestly feel like he would be so caught up in the heat of the moment he’d actually forget he was playing with you. so if he ends up getting angry, please bare with him- he honestly doesn’t mean to call you bad, or useless, or trash… I SWEAR. xiao will immediately regret his words and he’d feel so bad. especially after he notices how your mood just instantly dies. he’d feel so bad, even after he apologised and you forgave him, he can’t accept the fact that he just called you- the love of his life something so vulgar. and since he’s so awkward and bad with people he’d literally feel like crying on the spot. he wouldn’t know what to do to make it up to you. the next few days, xiao was so cautious around you- even if you didn’t think much about the incident anymore. in the end even xiao was unable to stay away from you for too long, and he’d ask you to watch him play games instead- which you happily agreed to. he loves it when you straddle him while he sits in his chair while gaming though he’d never admit it. but whenever you felt him get tense, all you had to do was give him a kiss and you just knew he’d calm down. you literally work magic on him. also occasionally you’d hear some idiots in his party talking shit about him, you wouldn’t think twice before speaking into the microphone and start standing up for him, and your grip around his waist would definitely tighten a lot more. “if i ever hear you talking shit about MY boyfriend one more time, i will literally come in game and beat the absolute fuck out of you.” yassss girlboss! xiao’s heart would explode and his face would be beat red, he thinks he doesn’t deserve you. also he thinks your so sexy standing up for him like that, please don’t tease him about it. i rate him a “please dont scold me im trying my best” out of “FUCK YOU SUCKKKKKK”

venti

oh my god, horror games. he hates them but he can’t stop. playing phasmophobia with him would be incredibly fun, but he would make you do all the work literally. he’d be too scared to do anything- and if you ever got caught with the ghost you’d be stupid to think he’d try to save you. he would be the first one out the door and running away. he’s also so loud, your honestly more likely to get jump scared by his screaming than the actual game. other than that i think venti likes to play the sims4 too, except he’s so chaotic about it. he wants to do challenges and he also wants to make like 10 babies with you even if your sims can’t afford them- cries when they are taken away. has all the packs and just enjoys fucking around with everything- also makes bets with you, like whether your baby is going to be a boy or girl, and if you lose you owe him a kiss or he asks you to do something for him. when he plays with you, he needs to be touching your body at all times. he says it makes him feel safe, and warm. so you just let him. venti also wants to play karaoke games with you, he loves your voice so much- whether you can sing or not he loves it. but he will tease you if you cant. he loves duetting with you, to him it’s something very intimate and close to home. he wants to hold your hand and give them a squeeze as an encouragement when you sing with him. and yes you guys probably have played just dance a few times, but venti gets incredibly tired after one round- so please bare with his annoying ass. i think venti is a solid 8 red bulls out of “ive already drank 15”

guys i was supposed to include aether but his part disappeared and i- </3 i’ll have to rewrite and upload it in a second part!! heh sorry for being gone for so long, anyway i have my presentations tomorrow, a test on thursday and another presentation on friday ;-; wish me luck! ill be back writing in a few days while i suffer rn sghshshsh

also @truegaypotat my love here is some xiao content <3

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ruby-whistler · 3 years

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i made a list of the vibes of the hermits i watch, so you might want to check some of them out! this is just mostly jokes, but i thought all of the more “serious” propaganda was missing something, so have what truly makes hermitcraft worth it; the players’ unique styles!

will be back on my dsmp stuff asap but it’s the first day of season 8 and i would really appreciate if you checked them out through the links provided :]

Grian; [ episode one link ]

vibes of a 17 year old mcyter, is actually 27 and married

noo not my red jumpah!

chaotic capitalist

someone is making the server better through order? *starts another war* whoops, hand slipped :D

he built a- he rebuilt his entire megabase in survival, above a giant lake of lava, in the nether, on hard mode, upside down??

“watching as scar dies over and over in my trap is peak comedy and i’m tired of pretending it’s not” but it happens like 5 times i every season

video editing is very main-stream and good for short attention spans!

*sad montage over losing stuff he’ll get back in 15 minutes because he’s rich*

pesky birdd! great elytra flier! amazing builder! will tnt your house! poultrymannn!!

wholesome, chaos incarnate, talented architect

why won’t mumbo respond to my messages it’s been two weeks :[ (clingy)

doors???????????? your house has doors???? no doors for you good sir!

will laugh a lot at a lot of things, esp when he’s with his friends

genuinely just so fun to watch

Mumbo Jumbo; [ episode one link ]

perfect british accent

mustache man (warning: he has no mustache irl)

*fails ten businesses in a row* iskall please help

redstone is his element

“it’s actually quite simple” i like your funny words magic man, now can you repeat how in the hell you made a that fancy vault work-

filmographer?? i think? met up with grian irl

him and grian have a robot son named grumbot. that has nothing to do with the vibes but i had to mention him because he means a lot to me.

tries to stay out of wars and server politics until someone (grian) drags him into them

minigame maker, makes the hermits competitive and that is scary (also very funny) e. g. button, hermit challengesss!

“it’ll be fineee” *que shot of everything on fire behind him*

makes his base a living being and then all his neighbors end up feeding it instead of him

conspiracy theorist. bumbo baggins. the usual.

very entertaining videos that help you learn more about minecraft mechanics!

GoodTimesWithScar; [ episode one link ]

wheelchair creator with literally the best vibes

so wholesome i. he is so cool he makes me so happy :’D

*extremely cool announcer voice* ooooo hello there my fellow miners and crafters, good timeees with scar heree, and welcome backk to the wonderful world of hermits and crafting, and we’re flying over-

commentates everything extremely well

spends tenths of hours on builds within a single video and doesn’t bat an eye

lore for all of his builds! he builds these amazing bases to tell a story!

“i wanna see white flags! white flags, outside your base, by-“ wait no wrong anti-rebellion army leader

all videos have a clear objective

mostly building, but he loves hanging out/helping his friends!

loves disney movies! wants to go to space! :D

kind-hearted, always makes everyone else smile

can be chaotic but usually just tries to have fun and make sure everyone else has fun too

*flies into a tree on half a heart* wait what why did i die D:

scar. scar please eat. you’re going to die for the tenth time this video-

the non-chaotic capitalist, has extremely creative shop designs

a danger to himself, but also the kind of person you can’t be angry at for long

BdoubleO100; [ episode one link ]

the guitar music at the beginning of his videos brings a smile to my face, it just has such an immaculate mood

*camera pans over him as said music plays* ladies and gentlemen welcome to another episode of hoimycraffff

the way he talks is extremely endearing

one of the best builders on the server - probably best builder of interiors in existence

able to make a palette using any number of strange blocks and then make amazing builds using it

built a whole castle as a backdrop, then built an entire giant mountain for said castle

extremely sensitive to short jokes, usually gets pranked by others because his reactions are always so funny

his daughters show up from time to time in his room while he’s recording and it’s so cute

*has no way to see the sun but still knows it’s nighttime* gotta go schleep!

scar, pointing at him “this is why we can’t have nice sunsets”

(scar dies because of mobs every time bdubs isn’t on the server to sleep)

likes to be accomplice because he isn’t the one being made fun of (/lh)

*shoots himself in front of a confused grian because he thinks the guy wants his face again when he’s actually just looking for a netherportal*

is usually the underdog so it feels good when he wins

they’re all actually such great friends so it’s genuinely funny to watch

he himself is amazing at entertainment and just a very cool guy

ImpulseSV; [ episode one link ]

what’s going on everyone, my name is impulse and welcome back to hermitcraft!

always speaks with a smile in his voice

has a good dynamic with basically everyone

great co-worker and always helps out if he can

had his base turned pink during the swap, and instead of changing it back afterwards, he dyed his skin’s hair and clothing pink to match it

very cool and original building style!

makes a lot of farms and sells what he gets in his few shops

makes money to be able to do more stuff and make more farms

blows up most his base ever so often to rebuild parts. you know, like a normal person does in minecraft survival.

the grind is never over

the guy who always gets all of the work done on the school project and proceeds to be chill about it

always has very cool side-projects going on and puts his heart into all of them

pog timelapses!!

Rendog; [ episode one link ]

*short, funny scene from the video at the beginning slowly fades out into great music

dogs howling as the half-dog half-cog logo comes up*

greetiiings cyberdogs and citizens of the interbubs! this is ren diggity dawg coming atcha, in another minecraft episodes varuuummm the hermit. craft. server. (hey!)

we’re kicking things off today my friends, from the- *location name on screen*

that intro gets me hyped every time

he’s a furry who talks in bro language it’s great i swear - very atypical but fun

he transformed an entire biome into a star wars planet for his base

his building skills and dedication are incredible

horny (just a little bit)

the only person who cared about mycelium in the whole rebellion

does a lot of roleplay-themed stuff and mysteries to be solved

“b-dubba-dubs one hundred”

extremely upbeat & sweet guy

adds -age after everything “biddage” “flyage” to make it sound Cooler

amazingly positive always and funny as hell

mcc winner!! wooooooooo :D

always tries to be where stuff is happening and interact with people

very entertaining editing style

Iskall85; [ episode one link ]

drives joke into the mud and then picks them up and does it again which is funny

starts videos with one-off bits

iskallman!!! the superhero literally no one needed and yet there he is

only has one (1) braincell when with mumbo

they both do and they’re hilarious together every time

like when they laughed at squeaky noises for ten minutes straight. guys please you’re adult men

bernie the leaf master

omega (something) of doom!!

encourages gambling (in a videogame)

he has so many jokes he keeps using i can’t possibly fit them all in here

basically a wildcard

i have no idea what he’s doing this season

i have no idea what he’s doing ever actually

tame chaos, confusing to the point when it’s funny again

really great builder as well!

mostly for younger audiences but his videos are a good watch in general

feel free to send asks about hc! i’m already loosely involved in hermitblr but yeah, my dsmp followers aren’t immune :] /lh /j

#long post #hermitcraft #hermitcraft s8 #hermitblr #ruby's rambles #:]#all my personal opinions #just wanted to add to the hype lol

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i-do-enjoy-ethoslab · 3 years

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[long rant about Etho, ~1k words]

I've been seeing "Etho is a war criminal who will hurt you for fun" post on my dash today so many times that I decided to give my two cents on this issue and maybe rant way too long about this. Here's my central thesis: I think Etho tends to not immerse himself in games, "not immerse" meaning there is always a disconnection between himself and the game world.

Let me lay out the basis of my thesis first: Etho has said that he does not like games that are narrative-focused. He values player agency in games very heavily, meaning that he doesn't want to role-play as someone else in a game and watch how their story unfolds. He wants to create his own gadgets, styles, aesthetics, etc. in the game world. (Source: one of Etho's secrete streams)

Knowing that he doesn't like to play as the game's protagonist, but rather as himself, we can reasonably establish that when he's playing a game, he does not see himself as a part of the game's world — he's much more like an intruder, an outsider, a foreigner who just happens to stumble upon a new world. I think this serves as an explanation of his "cheater" reputation, as he does not play by the system (like a resident of the world would do); instead, he meticulously studies the system as an object, finds loopholes within, then exploits it if he sees fit.

I think one example that demonstrates this point really well is, not his redstone inventions, but his building style. Sometimes I wonder why his building style is so weird yet just... works, in an Etho way. After analysing a bit, I found the explanation that works for me: when other builders build, their priority tends to be how to make the build work with its surrounding environment. And yes, sometimes they go out of their way to build mountains and islands (...), but the intention is always to "blend in," to make something that belongs to the world their characters are in. Builders like Scar and BDubs all have amazing skills in utilizing their surroundings to amplify their builds, and their building process usually starts with terraforming. Etho, on the other hand, does the opposite. His monstrosity in HC S7, I don't even have to say anything, do I? A lot of buildings in his LP series also have this quality of "having the weirdest blocks palette in the weirdest biome but it just works." He builds from inside to out, functionality then aesthetic, building itself then the surroundings. That's why his buildings all look so out-of-the-world to me, and somehow when you go in, it just works. (Note: Not that other builders don't to this, it's just that Etho has really taken this to an extreme.)

Just in case you need another example — take a look at Scar, a master of terraforming. Notice how he always creates a story behind his builds first, whereas Etho rarely provides one, Etho only provides *functionality*. I guess a better way to put this is Etho doesn't build narratives, he builds interfaces.

How does this relate to him being a war criminal? Well, I think his "out-of-the-world-ness" gives him a moral code of a child in games. A child doesn't care if an ant has feelings, they just crush them and see what happens next, and if it's funny to them, they'll laugh. Hmm... Is this why so many fic writers write Etho has a god (or at least non-human) figure? Because I just love that kinda jingai-ness to him. Like, he's "cold" not because he is incapable feel emotions, he just doesn't see the in-game creatures as the same as himself. (I mean, he kills bats because their dying noises are cute.) Yeah sure the creeper had a dream to be an astronaut, but so what? Would you care if the baby carrot you chewed this morning had a dream to be... hmm... an adult carrot? Absolutely not! (Or maybe you do, in that case, I'm sorry...)

Even with real players — it's still the same. Normally when one's player-controlled character dies in game, one would say "aw I died!" Or "Damn you killed me!" The usage of subject pronouns reflects how oneself is immersed in the game, treating their character as their avatar in another world. Whereas Etho, who albeit uses the same language, probably is not as immersed as other players. (He doesn't bear the guilt if his avatar kills fictional block bats.) If he laughs at BDubs for jumping off of a 28-block column and die after sleeping the night away, he's not laughing at BDubs' pain of dying, he genuinely thinks that bug is funny. It's not a so-called psycho laugh, it is the opposite of that. (That might be the reason why I have a very "boyish" impression of Etho even though he's very much an adult. It's his attitude when gaming, I feel like I'm immersed to his perspective where real life doesn't matter, it's just the in-game world with redstone Kakashi man...)

And that's my take on Etho being a war criminal. (Sounds funny if you write it that way lol.)

[my rant starts below:]

I think the reason why I'm so interested in his way of playing the game is precisely because of the fact that Etho doesn't give a narrative. He simply shows how things work, which makes a type of content that is very very apolitical and can potentially appeal to audiences of different demographics. Whenever a person makes a story, the story will inevitably touch some groups and not to others depending on how the author's world views/values match up with the readers, which is the reason why sometimes people abandon CCs as they grow up; as their mindset and surroundings change, their values and taste change along with them. But I've seen so many returning audience under Etho's comment section, and audience who stuck for a very long time (almost a decade, even!). You can grow out of a story, but you can't grow out of that kind of... childish curiosity, the desire to put your hand on fire and see what happens, the itch to destroy ants with the cruelest way you can imagine, the need to explore what's the absolute boundary of your reality. Etho gives you that in a virtual world. He's like his own invention, the Etho hopper clock — it doesn't provide a specific context for you to use, it's just there whenever you need a decently long timer. You can use it in a farm, or you can use it to reset your note block tune.

Hmmm is that why some peeps really enjoy 3rd life Etho? Because he very much plays as a part of narrative in that series. Like he does involve himself in stories and narratives but he's quite passive in those. Idk. What am I even ranting about. Erm, why do you even read till this point I'm honestly just braindead. I'm not even gonna tag this as anything haha.

#zznznzn

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i-call-me-clarence · 4 years

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So @ao3commentoftheday suggested people make rec lists during these trying times and I decided to go ahead and jump on the band wagon. Here is a list of 13 Johnlock fics, sorted from shortest to longest. There’s H/C, PWP, Case Fics, PRETEND RELATIONSHIPS, and some pretty dank AU’s.

Okay then, onto the tropes!

(fics listed below)

Caught by Salambo06 (AO3) ( @salambo06fics)

Author’s Summary: A hotel room. They’re here for a case, hadn’t planned to spend the night and ended up sharing a room. No, sharing a bed. Suddenly John is very much aware of his own hand closed around his hard cock and the ragged breathing next to him. Closing his eyes for the briefest second, John dares to turn his head just enough to confirm what he already knows.

Sherlock, on his side, watching him.

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1,859

Tags/Warnings: bed sharing, wet dreams, POV John, Masturbation, Frottage, First Time, First Kiss

A PWP that’s scorching hot. ‘Nough said. (BUTOMG it is REALLY hot, beware reading in public yo)

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Paranoia by Ewebie (AO3) ( @ewebie)

Author’s Summary: is a description of the rules of the drinking game Paranoia and also too long to put here! But suffice it to say that this fic involves drinking games at the Yard.

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 3,789

Tags/Warnings: Tumblr Prompt, Drinking Games, Silly... no smut but building fun and allusions to upcoming rrrwarr

I love fics where the team at the Yard and the boys all get drunk together. Throw in a drinking game and I’m already hooked. This fic was really funny and cheered me up when I was sick with the flu a while back (perfect time to read it again!)

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Coldness/Heat by agirlsname (AO3) ( @agrlsname)

Author’s Summary: The inn is booked up on New Year's Eve. The train home is cancelled because of the snow. The only option is to sleep in the non-heated guest room of a client, and John and Sherlock are freezing.

You know where this is going.

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3,790

Tags/Warnings: Fluff and Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Bedsharing, Sharing Body Heat, Frottage New Year's Eve, Cuddling & Snuggling, Friends to Lovers

THERE IS ONLY ONE BED! AND THEY ARE SO COLD! WHATEVER ARE OUR BOYS TO DO?!?!?! Turn it up to 11 in this amazing PWP, that’s what.

---- Stranded by BeautifulFiction (AO3) ( @the-pen-pot )

Author’s Summary: ‘Do you think we’re less than that – best friends? Or more?’

John’s head pulled back, and the look he received suggested John was seriously wondering how someone so intelligent could be so stupid. ‘Well, definitely not less.’

When stranded on a derelict barge at high tide, John and Sherlock reconsider their friendship.

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 5,798

Tags/Warnings: case fic, cuddling for warmth, first kiss

I really liked this fic. It really drew me in with it’s imagery, I could see the scenes as easily as I could see John and Sherlock getting together in this way.

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Azure On Grey by shiplocks_of_love (AO3) ( @shiplocks-of-love )

Author’s Summary: When Sherlock’s transport betrays him and conventional healthcare fails to help, John comes up with an unorthodox solution…

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 8,986

Tags/Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Medical issues, Kidney Stones, Embarrassing Situations, brief mention of past substance abuse, unorthodox medical treatments, Amusement Parks, Intimacy, hints of romance, Pining John, friends to almost lovers

This fic is a wonderful H/C that features a sick Sherlock who can be exceptionally fragile at times, and a caring Watson. Makes me wish I’d had a John around when I had kidney stones :’(

---- Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder by cypress_tree (AO3) ( @cypress-tree)

Author’s Summary: John helps Sherlock with an experiment: for an entire month, they are not allowed to touch each other and must remain at least one metre apart at all times. Meanwhile, I conduct my own experiment: how much UST can I shove into a single fic?

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 10,669

Tags/Warnings: Unresolved Sexual Tension, it's for an experiment John, Resolved Sexual Tension, smut

Sexy, silly, amazing.

---- Chaperones by MissDavis (AO3) ( @missdaviswrites)

Author’s Summary: Right. Of course. Everyone assumed they were a couple and no one would question it. John put his elbows up on the table so he could rest his head in his hands. "You want to pretend to be a couple so we can chaperone a trip to Disney World with Rosie's class and you won't have to share a room with a stranger?"

"Exactly." Sherlock beamed at him. "Don't worry about the cost. The Birmingham case last month paid more than enough to cover expenses for all three of us."

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 34,115

Tags/Warnings: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Sharing a Room, Sharing a Bed. Disney World, Parentlock, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, First Kiss

I’ll just use what I wrote when I bookmarked this lovely fic: I’ve never been more compelled by Disney related things than when I was reading this fic. I’ll never go to Disney World, but I’ll sure as hell read this fic again omg was it good

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The Darkness Within, So Close by shiplocks_of_love (AO3) ( @shiplocks-of-love ) ((I hope @ing you twice doesn’t cause any issues! Sorry in advance. Tumblr confuses me))

Author’s Summary: Alec Hardy and Ellie Miller deal with a new string of murders in Broadchurch. Help comes from an unlikely place as Sherlock Holmes and John Watson travel to West Dorset. But when the new crimes open old wounds and unearth the ghost of Moriarty, it becomes clear the game is not over yet.

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 42,312

Tags/Warnings: casefic, Sherlock x Broadchurch crossover fic, Underage Death, Murder, MAJOR spoilers for Broadchurch S1 and S2 and for Sherlock S3, post S3 Sherlock, post S2 Broadchurch, you are MOST welcome to put johnlock glasses on but this is pre-slash okay?, Light Angst, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence

I haven’t actually finished this fic yet, but the characterizations for the characters of both universes are spot on. When Alec Hardy started shouting at the beginning, David Tennant appeared in my room and started reading the fic aloud to me. True story. Also this fic is part of a series, so, like, that’s amazing.

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The Norwood Love Builders by flawedamythyst (AO3) ( Tumblr: https://flawedamythyst.tumblr.com/) ((couldn’t @ you for some reason. Prob, again, because Tumblr makes my brain hurt))

Author’s Summary: Sherlock and John go undercover to solve the murder of Joanna Oldacre, but things are complicated by the many feelings John has been repressing in the wake of Sherlock's faked death and return.

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 47,798

Tags/Warnings: case fic, fake/pretend relationship, couples retreat, bed sharing, therapy (for a case...that’s a weird tag but I read this in fic so often so), pining John, UST, First Kiss, getting together

Amazing fic by an amazing writer. I have a weakness for ‘pretend relationship for a case’, especially when it’s filled with pining and ust. So in other words this fic is perfect.

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Bridging the Ravine by SilentAuror (AO3) ( @silentauroriamthereal)

Author’s Summary: Sherlock and John go undercover at Ravine Valley, a therapy centre for same-sex male couples in an investigation into a possible human trafficking ring. As they pose as a couple and fake their way through the therapy sessions for the sake of the case, it quickly becomes difficult to avoid discussing their very real issues. Set roughly nine months after series 4.

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 58,887

Tags/Warnings: post-series 4, Romance, Awkwardness galore, fake couple trope, Therapy, sex trafficking ring, First Times, Massages, wet t-shirt contest, Group Therapy, loss of child (past), Bed-sharing

Pretend relationship for a case, and it’s a really good case too! Plus it’s at a couples therapy retreat, I mean, come on!! And the OC’s, don’t even get me started on them, because I won’t be able to stop singing their praises. This fic was sent by the gods through the blood sweat and tears of the extremely talented SilentAuror. You should honestly just go and binge all of their stuff. What else are you gonna do during quarantine? OH! And guess what??? THERE’S A SEQUEL!

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Sensory Science by sussexbound(SamanthaLenore) (AO3) ( @sussexbound)

Author’s Summary: John Watson has been invalided home from Afghanistan and is struggling with anxiety, depression, PTSD and insomnia, when an old friend from med school recommends something that might help: An ASMR YouTube Channel run by a friend.

One session in and John is hooked, not only by the way the ASMR seems to calm him after nightmares, and help him sleep, but also by the mysterious man who runs it.

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 80,017

Tags/Warnings: Friends to Lovers, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, PTSD John, ASMR, first meeting AU, problem drinking, Nightmares, Suicidal Thoughts, Internalized Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Anxiety, Depression, Homophobic Language, Masturbation, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Prostate Massage, Prostate Orgasm, Phone Sex, Mutual Masturbation, Frottage, Coming Untouched, Aborted Blowjobs, Rimming

Amazing fic that really draws you in. Even if ASMR isn’t necessarily your thing, this is still a fantastic read. I mean, it’s by sussexbound, so what else would you expect?

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Rewind by All_I_Need (AO3) ( @the-reading-lemon)

Author’s Summary: About a month before John's wedding, he and Sherlock embark on one last case together: a murder at a remote hotel in the middle of nowhere. A lot can happen in a week. And a lot doesn't. But what if ...?

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 87,594

Tags/Warnings: Pining, Angst, John is an oblivious idiot, all the feels, Rewind - Freeform, what if, Sharing a Bed, Dancing Lessons, literally everyone sees more than John does, Fake/Pretend Relationship

THIS FIC! This fic!! Let me tell you a thing about this fic: it’s amazing! I haven’t finished it completely, but the unique ‘rewind’ effect is something I hadn’t ever seen before. Interesting concept, pretend relationship for a case, hot, hot smut, AND THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED. What more could you want in a fic, honestly?

---- Out There by DiscordantWords (AO3) ( @discordantwords)

Author’s Summary: FBI Special Agent John Watson, medical doctor and army veteran, is assigned to assist eccentric genius Sherlock Holmes with paranormal investigations on the X-Files project.

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 131,695

Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Alternate Universe - Fusion, Alternate Universe - X-Files Fusion, Slow Burn, UST, No seriously a lot of UST, This is the X files they basically wrote the book on UST, casefic, Case Fic, Government Conspiracy, Aliens, UFOs, Mutants, Pining Sherlock, Pining John, First Kiss, Coma

The X-files/Sherlock crossover I always needed in my life. I think at least a few other Johnlockers out there (ha! Fic title) have watched X-files and thought ‘holy cow this is so John and Sherlock, I need the AU or else I’ll die’. Well look no further! No need to die! Read and watch as all your X-files/Sherlock wishes come true :D

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And that concludes this rec list! There will prob be a part 2 coming out as I’ve got hundreds of fics saved on this pairing. Also stay tuned for fic rec lists for some of my other fav ships! Spirk, Garashir, Hannigram, Bunny/Raffles, and more!!

#johnlock fic rec list #johnlock fic rec #something to read while quarantined #first rec list so #i am excite #also making that banner up there was super fun #johnlock #fanfic #sherlock fan fiction #bbc sherlock #johnlock fic recs

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cobradoesmcyt · 4 years

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Infinite

POWER

Cub could feel the moment that the Power stone entered someone's hands, felt its power buzzing passively in the air.

He shakily sat down, hand twitching as it felt the power twirl around it. It longged to feel the power coursing through it once more, but he buried that deep down. As someone who’d once held the Stones, he knew the pull of their power, a power they’d just use against you if given the chance.

He hoped that whoever had the stone didn’t get anymore, or that anymore came to be. Because he feared Hermitcraft would never be the same if all six came to be.

Purple

When Grian had noticed that the Button had six colors he couldn’t help himself. He got a gauntlet specially made, made to be a mix between the one Iron Man used and the one Thanos used (shape of IM’s and style of Thanos’). He then used some Watcher magic to turn the concrete block into a purple stone, and he added a mild strength effect to it too.

You know, to make it more realistic!

TIME

When he felt the second stone, Time, if the subtle feeling of time stopping for a second or so was anything to go by. He really hoped it was someone else.

He hasn't yet figured out who has the Power stone, but he’ll figure it out eventually. And if he doesn't figure it out himself then he’ll just ask someone else. Easy as that!

Green

As soon as he got the green concrete block he did the same thing he did with the purple one. He blinked in surprise when he noticed that the air around him seemed to still, the heat still there but not trickling all over his skin like a hot breath like usual.

He looked down at where he’d just placed the green stone in, a feeling deep inside him telling him it was the stone that was doing this. So he focused in on it, silently asking it to turn time back to normal, and to his disbelief it did as it was told.

Surely it couldn’t actually be the Infinity stones, right?

...Right?

SPACE

By the time he felt the presence of the Space stone he knew it was Grian that had the Stones. He’d been trying to set up a meeting with the dirty blonde, but they’d both been so busy that it hadn’t been able to happen.

So he went to Scar, hoping that he could tell him the moment Grian became free.

The wizard agreed, but asked that he (Cub) come to his base and explain everything in person. Which Cub agreed to.

Blue

Grian had realized that the stones on his hands were more than just simple mineral crystals. Because no normal stone should open a portal to the nether at will, and most definitely not a frameless one.

When he discovered this new ability two clashing emotions filled him. On one hand he wanted nothing more than to rip the stones off and crush them under his foot before throwing them into the void. But on the other something pulled him to keep them, and to also use and master them. But most importantly it also whispered non verbal encouragements to get the last three, to finish the sextet of stones.

And he listened to the call of the Stones.

MIND

Cub didn’t know Grian had the Mind stone until he saw the other. It had just been a quick look, the two seeing each other when Grian had been flying by when Cub stood in a portal, but the new, glistening, yellow, stone was very prominently radiating power for the short moments Cub saw it. The stone had subtly used its power passively to make Cub look at it's current wielder, as if to say “do you see what you're missing now? Look at all you could have had, look at all of what you denied”.

It made him furious. Not at Grian, no, but with himself and the stones. If he’d been trying harder then there would be no way everything would turn to this, to the stones getting powerful enough to hide their presence from him. And if the stones had never even come into existence then things would be perfectly fine, and Grian wouldn’t be in danger of corruption.

Oh god, Grian was in danger of corruption.

Yellow

Grian sat giggling at the top of his base, the voice in his head telling him of all the pranks he once abandoned and then expelling how to make them work with their powers. He didn’t ask who “they” were, mind being too wrapped up and enthralled by the prospect of finally being able to do many of the pranks he once left behind.

He was doing exactly what the Stones wanted, he was letting them in.

SOUL /̸̧̧̳̮̑̂̀̃̈́̔̌̎̈́́̎͒̇ö̷͔͉̱̯̱̟̯͍̬͈̣͑͗̈́͋͋̎̊͘r̶̨̡̨̤̯̪̞̙̙̭̭̼̦͊̎͐̈́́ȁ̶͓͙̹̥̬̙̜̣́̎̀̆ͅn̴̢͇͔̜̦̟̱͇̼̬̻̫̪̜̊̒̊̊̏̍̇́͌̕̕͠g̴̡̡͉̗̪̘͓͖͓̞̝͊͌̓͆͠͝ͅë̶̢̨̠̝̲̤̹͔͇̗͔́͜

When Grian got the Soul stone everyone in the Nether, and Cub of course, felt it. It was like someone had dumped a bucket of cold water over their soul, it was suffocating and chilling. But to Grian it felt like a warm breeze had gently blown around him, it was comforting and sweet, like coming home to a loved one's embrace.

But all it was all nothing more than the Stones reconnecting, their powers melding together and holding each other once again. ‘Just one more now, one more and we can have all the fun in the world’ The Stones whispered to Grian, caressing their powers around him, to enthrall him into them even more.

“Just one more.” He echoed, and as he watched his reflection in the glass of the green team lounge he could see dark vein like symbols crawling up to his face. And looking up he could see his eyes quickly flash the color of all the stones he already held, and looking even further up the barely visible sight of a crown like thing over his head made out of the five stones he already had, with an obvious missing spot for the last one.

Just one left until the gauntlet would be filled up.

REALITY

The button was red. The button was finally on red!

Grian gleefully bounced up the redstone build and pressed its stone button, smiling widely as the bar filled up once more before dispensing the red concrete block. As soon as the block hit his hands it turned into the red stone he’d been told of, the last one to the six piece puzzle on his hand. He held out his right hand before bringing the Reality stone to its resting place in the middle of the gauntlet.

As soon as the stone was in place he felt a power shock-wave make its way through his arm and up his body, almost like his veins were acting like cables to pump the Stones powers through his body.

‘Summon a mirror, wouldn’t you like to see yourself?’ Grian did want to see himself, so with quick instructions from the stones he summoned a mirror out of thin air. The face that met him was not the one from the start of the season. No, this face was lined with black veins that traveled down his body, his eyes changed color depending on from which angel he looked, and above his head now a full crown of only floating gems sat, all fully visible and pulsing with stored power. ‘Look at you Wielder, so powerful, so much more powerful than that Vex coward’

“Vex? Do you mean Cub or Scar?” Grian asked, eyes looking down at the stones as he let the mirror fade back into hot air. ‘Both, though Cub was the main man of the operation’ The stone hummed, though there was an underlying feeling of amusement to the words. ‘Tell me Wielder, how do you feel about showing him, and all the others, the power of us?’

“Let’s do it!” Grian grinned. And with just three little words the Grian of Hermitcraft was gone, instead replaced by Grian of the Stones. Same person, ones just free and the other trapped by the power of the Stones mind manipulation.

INFINITY

Xisuma was just about to ask someone to go get Grian, seeing as how the dirty blond was late for a server meeting, when said Hermit walked through. The admin was about to greet him joyfully, but he then noticed how Grian looked and he was instantly on edge, sword drawn and held at the ready. Many others could see that something was wrong too, and they were one step ahead of their admin.

Grian paid them little mind, crazed eyes instead focusing on Cub. “Cub! Just the man I was looking for!” Jevin stepped in front of Cub, sword held out protectively in front of them both. This made the builder chuckle darkly. “I’m afraid that won’t work, but A for a good attempt.”

His eyes then flashes blue before the pharaoh robed man was in front of him, in an instead Cub can easily see both the changes to his friends, and the final stone on the gauntlet. “No.”

Following his line of sight Grin grinned. “I’m afraid so.” He then held up the hand, making a show of flashing the stones in the others face. “Wonderful, right? I can’t see why ever denied something like this, Cub, it’s amazing! It feels like I hold the power of a hundred universes in my hand.”

“Grian, you have to get them off!” Scar cried, eyes wide as he finally noticed the stones over the builders head. “You can’t hold them!”

“Clearly I can!” Grian called, rolling his eyes at the wizard. “Plus, it’s not my fault you two were too cowardly to use them!”

Cub shook his head. “That’s not it! The stones are too powerful to be held by just one person alone, it’ll corrupt someone's mind!”

“Corrupt someone? Sure I got some new marks along with a crown, but how the hell is that me being corrupted?” Grian sneered, eyes flashing purple as he looked down at Cub.

Before anyone could answer him he shook his head. “No matter, whatever you’ll say nothing will change.” ‘Well said Wielder. Now, show them what we have!’

Cub, seeing Grian’s eyes flash to red and stay red, barely managed to avoid the solid stone that now was where he’d just been. Grian growled before swiping at the bearded man with a fist and purple eyes, it was blocked and the sword which blocked his attack cracked slightly under the power of the impact. In a ditch effort to halt any major movements from Grian, Cub swung his axe at the dirty blonds legs, which the shorter didn’t manage to dodge. So with a cry he stumbled back, but not before firing a stone spear at his attacker.

He was about to swing again, but an arrow, which was then followed by two more, hit him and made him back up. Looking up with a snarl he saw the Hermits, all fully geared up and ready for battle, approche.

“So this is how you want to play, huh? Fine let’s play.” Grian charged towards the group, and everytime he took a step one more of him apparead, until he reached them and over twenty of them surrounded the group.

Cub looked at the copies, trying to find the real one, when something touched his head. It took him a few seconds to realize it was Grian’s gauntlet that was touching him. He tried to whirl around and attack, but he was stopped by an unseen force.

“Now, now Cub-dear, no need for violence.” Grian cooed. Only, it wasn’t Grian, but instead the stones. “I’m just showing you what you missed out on so long ago.”

“Let him go.” Cub hissed, struggling in the stones mental grip. “Your beef is with me, not him! He’s innocent!”

“Not really. His past is as tainted as us, if not more!” The stones laughed, their grip on his hand tightening. “But that’s besides the point, he came to us, so we’re using that to our advantage. Pretty neat, huh?”

Cub caught Scar’s eyes, and subtly sent a silent message of “help” to him. After a nod answered him he focused back on his captor. “Neat is the last word I’d use, especially for this.” He glanced back over towards the fighting Hermits and noticed that Scar was not amongst them. And if the shifting of the earth under him he had a good feeling about it. “Now, please let me go.”

“Let you go? I’m afraid we can’t do thAAAAA!” The Stones screamed as a large plant slapped them away from Cub. Said Hermit brushed himself off before saying, “Should have let me go when I asked nicely.”

“You know, if I hadn’t stepped in you’d probably be a goner by now.” Scar commented as he walked up to his friends, keeping an eye on Stone-possessed-Grian.

Cub had no chance to retort before their opponent was standing once again. The stones growled loudly before charging at the two, just as he swiped at them, he disappeared. Neither knew what had happened until they checked their communicators.

Grian has been banned

Everyone looked to where Xisuma was standing, unshed tears in his eyes as he held his admin screens up with shaking hands. “I’m so sorry.” He cracked out, refusing to meet anyone's eyes. “I didn’t have a choice.”

“But you did!” Scar argued. “We could have gotten the stones off! We could have saved him! But now he’s left to rot with the Stones slowly taking him over more and more!”

Their argument was broken up by the sky turning a deep purple, and soon a familiar, yet also so not, laugh echoed around them. “How cute! You thought you could banish us! Well guess what, you can’t!”

“NO!” Cub growled, his eyes glowing blue for the first time in such a long time, the air crawling with yell. “I will not allow you six to take him away from us! From me!”

The stones cooed at him, forming back at where they stood mid charge. “Aww, has the little bear finally figured out his feelings? How cute.”

“I have. You know what else I’ve figured out?” He asked, eyes narrowed as he looked at the controlled form of Grian.

“What?” The dirty blond asked, eyebrow raised at the taller man.

A sharp smirk spread along Cub’s face as an evil glint entered his eyes. “You can’t sense invisible people.”

It took the stones one second to many to realize what he meant, and the gauntlet on their hand was soon destroyed by Scar’s magic. The wizard winced, seeing as destroying the gauntlet meant crushing the arm, which meant crushing Grian’s arm. Thankfully he knew that it would just be severely broken and with minimal scarring after it had fully healed.

As soon as the gauntlet no longer had a thing to keep a connection through to Grian they lost their control over him, and due to the big amount of magical energie used the dirty blond fell unconscious. Cub rushed to the smaller Hermits side as Scar got one shulker for each of the stones.

“You're safe now.” Cub whispered, hand caresing Grian’s soft hair gently. “The stones are gone.” Xisuma came up to him and asked to look at Grian to make sure he was okay and rid of the stones, which he was on both accounts, if you ignore the broken arm and all of that.

“But what about the markings? Shouldn’t they be gone?” Zedaph asked, seeing as he, along with all the other Hermits, were now gathered around their unconscious friend.

“It’s ancient magic.” Scar sighed, having put away the six stones safely. “They’ll fade like scars, but just like scar’s they’ll still be there.”

“Well who cares about a few markings?” Tango butted in, hands on his hips. “Marking or no markings, previously tried to attack us or nor, he’s still our friend! And we’ll help him as such!”

“I’m almost offended you think we wouldn’t help him.” Cleo said drilly. “Though I’m sure Cub over there will help him as more than that.” She added with a grin.

The pharaoh dressed man flushed, but didn’t deny her words. Which got him some teasing from the others, but they were mostly just happy and relieved that the stones no longer held a hold on their friend.

INFINITESIMAL

It was a long road of recovery for Grian, possession of any kind is never any fun, especially not when it involved hurting your friends. But with the help of everyone around him, Cub more so than others, he was doing okay. He was by no means good, god knows this was something that he’d never forget, but he was better. And as time went on, he was sure to get better and better until he was good again. And he’d do this with the support and help of those around him. Their Hermits after all, help and support is something they're all good at.

So yeah, Grian wasn’t good. But he was getting better, and that’s the important thing.

#hermitship #hermitshipping #grian #cubfan135 #grub #grian x cub #magical stones that talk are dangerous people #don't be like grian #don't trust them

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hermits-that-craft · 4 years

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Night AU - Chapter 52 - Arc 2 - Relost

AO3:https://archiveofourown.org/works/23509375/chapters/66540838 I’m sorry it took so long!

“You two are idiots.” Tango laughs breathlessly. “I can’t believe you got away with that.”

“But they did!” Zedaph cheers, smiling.

“Dude shh you’re going to wake up the hermits!” Scar stage whispers, and Cub snorts under his breath. Etho hums a song to himself, listening to Impulse and Scar play catch up with the others.

“I can’t believe Scar has a god mode but I don’t.” Zedaph whines playfully. “I think I deserve a god mode.”

“I don’t know how to activate god mode though.” Scar says, hanging upside down off his bed.

“Void nerfed you because you’d be too powerful” Cub says sagely, nodding his head as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“They nerfed you!” Tango cackles, falling off the bed as he laughs. Zedaph and Impulse soon follow suit, either sitting on the floor with Tango or getting dragged off the bed by the other two.

“We’re coming for you Cub!” Zedaph cackles, shuffling towards Cub’s bed. The older men quickly jumps onto his bed, standing on top of it as though his life depended on it. Etho snickers in the corner, watching as Scar is dramatically dragged to the floor by Tango.

“The floor is lava.” The words barely leave Etho’s mouth before the hermits are clinging to beds and fences as though their lives depend on it, all shooting half hearted glares at Etho.

“I thought you were asleep!” Scar says, hanging off of the fence post that the lantern is held up by.

“I didn’t think you could jump that high!” Etho counters, and the group laughs, Scar slowly lowering himself to the ground.

“Well sometimes you just gotta up you know?”

“‘Well sometimes you just gotta up.’” Zedaph quotes. “Wise words from mister GoodtimeswithScar.”

Everyone pauses, dread replacing the joy as their communicators hum in unison. Scar and Impulse both immediately shake their heads, not willing to find out if Doc or Ren are dead, or worse. No one wants to look, to find out the terrible news. To find out if a friend is dead. Killed and respawned, or their body found somewhere. Cub pulls Scar into a comforting hug, though nothing on his face could be described as anything but horrified. Zedaph taps Impulse’s hands gently, grounding the man. Tango looks at Etho, pleading with him to check with his eyes. Etho nods, and Tango lets out a relieved sigh as Etho pulls out his communicator. Horror fills his stomach, fear overtaking his common sense and brain as he reads, and rereads, the notifications. Tears slip out of his eyes, and vomit threatens to force its way out of his throat.

TheJungle has entered the server.

TheJungle: Night, I want the nHo back. I will join you if you give them to me. TheNight: I already have 1/ 4 ready for you. TheJungle: Omw

“Good news and bad news, everyone.” Etho says, his voice soft. “Night doesn’t have Doc or Beef anymore.”

“The bad news?” Tango’s voice sounds like it's traveling through a wall of honey, but Etho swallows, trying to force the fear and tears down his throat.

“The jungle is back.”

---

Iskall and Etho walk along the edge of the shopping district, Iskall quietly testing his new robotic arm. It’s been painted white, and it responds well to his movements, though he leans towards it as he walks. Etho keeps an eye on his, helping him adjust to the new weight.

“It’s kind of funny,” Iskall murmurs. “I just got used to not having the weight of an arm, and now I have to get used to the weight of one again.”

“It’s heavier than a norm- a non-robotic arm.” Etho catches himself, reminding them both that this arm is Iskall’s new normal. “So you’re going to have to get stronger.”

“Are you saying that I’m not strong.” Iskall jokingly asks.

“Yes.” Etho depans, before dodging a punch from the ex assassin. “Am I wrong?”

“Yes! Yes you are wrong!” Iskall pushes Etho gently. “I am amazing and strong and you all are weak compared to me.”

“Yessir.” Etho nods, pushing Iskall back. The pair laugh, turning around the hill before they freeze.

Doc leans on the side of the hill, his eye wide and fearful as he watches Etho and Iskall. His metal arm is gone, wires poking out of the gaping hole in his shoulder where the arm should be. Redstone, or perhaps blood, covers what is left of his lab coat. It’s torn to shreds, there’s barely anything left of the fabric that Doc took such good care of.

“Doc?” Etho asks, his voice quiet. “Doc, are you alright?”

“I need to go back.” Doc sways in the breeze. “I need to get Ren out. Oh Void, they’re going to slaughter Ren.”

“Doc you’re not making any sense.” Etho says, slowly walking towards his friend. Iskall looks at his new arm, frowning as his gaze hits the claps. “I’m sure Ren is going to be-”

“Take my arm.” Iskall says, his hand undoing one of the claps. “Get Ren back.”

“Iskall-”

“Get my friend back, Doc.” Iskall struggles with the arm, Doc helping his detach it from his body. Iskall helps Doc to attach it to his arm, Etho spluttering in the background. Etho watches and Doc pulls Iskall into a hug, a tear falling from his eye.

“I will. I’ll get Ren back.” Doc promises.

Iskall leans against Etho as Doc flies off, a stray tear falling from his eye. Etho gently rubs his shoulder, humming to Iskall as the man struggles to contain his fear. Etho doesn’t - Etho won’t let Iskall relapse, he promised the other hermits that this would be good, healthy for Iskall. He won’t let Iskall lose himself.

Rendog burnt to death fighting Docm77

---

They footsteps echo down the hallway, bare feet hitting the stone floors. It’s angering, this base in their domain - Night control the End and the Nether, surely they could have built a base in one of those. In any case, Night has an offer that he cannot refuse. Her long hair is in a braid, and she prides herself on knowing that she will confuse her father's sibling.

“Jungle, welcome.” Night says, their mask cracked. They look deranged, perfectly matching Jungle’s emotions. “I assume you are here to collect your players?”

“I will work for you until I get all of them back.” Jungle smiles, making sure that it’s just too wide. They scan the room, spying Beef and Doc. Two of their players. “I thought you only had one.”

“I had to lull the hermits into a false sense of security. I wanted to make them think that Experiment escaped.” Night nods to Doc, and Jungle turns his gaze to the man.

It’s so, so painfully clear he’s scared. They can smell it on him. But he isn’t fighting Night’s control - or maybe he’s too weak to escape it. The fear only serves to break the two men further. Fear radiates off of the two men, though it’s clear that the stars that Night replaced them with are confused by their hosts’ fear.

Perfect.

They can’t wait to bury these men in bedrock and vines.

---

“Dad?” Grian asks quietly, his eyes wide. Builder reads over the notification. Once. Twice, before he sighs. “What are we going to do?”

“I need to get something from the godly realm.” Builder says, standing slowly. Xisuma blinks, watching the god with distrust. “Something to counter Jungle.”

“Oh!” Grian lights up a small amount, and Cleo looks to the corner of the room, her mouth open as though she’s going to ask it something, “Are you getting Althea and Ella?”

“Who?” Joe asks, sitting on the table.

“My sisters.” Grian says without second thought.

“His daughters.” Rose points to Builder. “The goddess of Mushroom Islands and the goddess of roofed forests.”

Builder nods, before disappearing into the air. Xisuma wraps his arms around himself, his knees hitting his chest. Scar pats his back sympathetically, and Xisuma sighs.

“I can’t keep anyone out of here, can I?” Xisuma mumbles.

“You’re trying your hardest.” Scar says, smiling. “That’s all that matters.”

Rose summons some magic, using it to clear some of the dusk off of the higher shelves in the room. Cleo starts mumbling to herself, and everyone except Joe and Rose give her worried looks as she addresses her ramblings to Amari.

Three buzzes echo from the communicators, and Builder enters the room with two women. One of the wears a red cloak, a white dress and a brown leather corset, knives and potions hanging from it. The other women wears a simple red dress, her hair in a bob around her head, though she wears sturdy leather boots.

“You must be Xisuma!” The one in the red dress smiles, shaking his hand. “I love how you used my domain for the shopping district, It’s always nice to see people settle here!”

“Uhh, Althea you might want to introduce yourself-” The other, Ella, says, patting her back. “In any case, I want to beat up our sinling. Where the fuck are they?”

---

Amari watches over the group, as everyone settles in for the night. She refuses to allow herself to show to the mortals, and though Etho, Keralis and Cleo are kind and promise that the mortals would get used to her, she refuses to give them another reason to fear. She leaves the barracks, walking over to a small room that overlooks the shops. They glow against the night sky.

“Hello Madam Amari.” Joe Hills says, and Amari turns her head, surprised. “I assume you’re here, this is the nicest view in the building, though if you aren’t here I assume I look insane.”

Amari smiles, knowing that Mr Hills says this as he enters every room. Perhaps she’ll give him the sight, for being kind to her and her wards. Void only knows that kind eccentric people deserve a power that is from an unknown blessing, and prophecy is so very over used.

#the night au #Night Au #hermitcraft #fic

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ceaderblocks · 5 years

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standing in the ashes of who i used to be

a one shot for @mine-sara-sp ‘s red stone au!!!

Grian couldn’t pinpoint when the changes had started, but he could pinpoint when they got out of hand.

It was a Sahara meeting, as always. It really wasn’t much of a meeting. Iskall and Mumbo were doing some sort of redstone with the sorting system, and Grian was hunched over his notebook, planning rooms for his Haunted Mansion mini-game.

“God damn it!” Iskall cursed and kicked a repeater across the room, shattering the comfortable silence. Mumbo and Grian both jumped.

“Dude,” Grian said, placing his pencil down. “Do you want to take a breather?”

Iskall inhaled sharply, covering his face for a moment before nodding. “Yeah. That’d be good. I’m not sure what it is lately, but redstone has been making me super angry.”

“Oh, that’s weird,” Mumbo said. “Every time something goes wrong for me I cry. I’ve never cried over redstone before, but this week I’ve lost it a few times.”

“Huh,” Grian said, frowning. Xisuma had been acting weird too- more apathetic then normal. “Maybe it’s something to do with the redstone? I feel fine, but I don’t use redstone.”

Iskall snorted dismissively. “That’s stupid. The redstone is fine.”

Grian hummed. “You’re probably right, I’m just being silly.”

Grian didn’t think it was silly when he found Mumbo a few days later weeping over a circuit that didn’t work.

He didn’t think it was silly when Iskall accidently punched a hole in Sahara Now’s wall because a shulker box didn’t load.

Or when Doc gave him an empty look when Grian was asking him about his guardian farm.

When Xisuma brushed off his worries with a dismissive wave of his hand and a “go bother someone else about it.”

Grian didn’t think it was silly at all when he stole every piece of redstone from every circuit, every chest, every shulker box and hid them where no one would find them.

Grian sat on the ground in Sahara anxiously, awaiting the confrontation. He coughed harshly into his elbow, his lungs aching. It had been three days since he hid all the redstone. He had been up every night, stealing the pieces that had been mined. Hermit’s were growing angry. He couldn’t stop coughing.

Iskall was the first to arrive, storming into Sahara with a scowl. Mumbo was a close second, already wiping away tears. Grian watched them approach.

“Grian!” Iskall shouted. “Where’d you put it?”

“I can’t tell you,” Grian whispered. Any louder and it’d throw him into another coughing fit. They were getting longer by the minute.

“Where the fuck is it?” Iskall snarled again, grabbing Grian by the collar of his shirt and shoving him against the wall. The movement made Grian dizzy.

“I can’t-“

“TELL ME.”

“Iskall you’re hurting him-“ Mumbo cried out, a sob breaking his sentence.

“I CAN’T TELL YOU!“ Grian shouted back, before dissolving into coughing. Iskall dropped him, and Grian hit the floor, curling into a ball, unable to catch his breath. Tears streamed from his eyes, and he couldn’t breathe or see and he was choking he couldn’t b r e a t h e the coughing wouldn’t stop why can’t it stop he can’t breathe he c a n ‘ t –

Grian was bedridden. It had been three weeks since he hid all the redstone. He hadn’t stolen any for a week now, he was too sick. Dizzy when he stood, coughing non-stop and vomiting. Grian was pretty sure he had inhaled redstone. He told himself the red he was coughing was blood. It was nicer to think it was that then the alternative.

Iskall had killed him twice in an effort to find the redstone. Xisuma killed him once, too. He had threatened to ban Grian. Impulse and Doc had torn open his base while he was away, blocks littering the ground and water gushing in form the ocean floor. Mumbo had wept at the foot of his bed, begging for the ore.

Grian hadn’t gave in.

They screamed at him, hurt him and threatened to disown him, but Grian knew the pain of their words was worth it. They would go back to normal if they weren’t around it, and it was worth all the risk. He hadn’t seen anyone in a few days, and he hoped it was because they had given up.

An itch tickled his throat, and Grian held his breath, hoping it would go away. If he coughed he wouldn’t stop, then he’d throw up which would make him dizzy and make him cough more. He hated this illness.

“Grian?” A voice called out, sounding worried. “Are you here?”

Grian tried to keep quiet. He was so, so tired and he didn’t know if he could take anymore interrogating from his friends.

“It’s Scar, are you here?” Scar called out. “I haven’t seen you in a while, are you okay?”

Grian choked on his breath, and the damn cough started. It racked his lungs and Grian bent over at the waist, shoving his head in-between his knees to try and steady his dizzy head.

“You’re sick,” Scar said, and Grian felt a calloused hand rub his back. He hadn’t felt a gentle touch in a long time, and tears flooded his eyes. The coughing didn’t stop. Naseua swirled in his stomach, becoming more violent with every cough.

“B-bucket,” Grian choked out, and Scar obediently grabbed it from the floor beside his bed. Grian grabbed it, his coughs subsiding enough for him to vomit. It was nothing but bile and redstone. Grian couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten.

“Jesus Christ,” Scar said, pushing Grian’s sweaty bangs from his forhead. “You’re really sick.”

Grian spit into the bucket, all but collapsing into Scar. The builder adjusted himself to accommodate Grian’s weight.

“I’m not.. not gonna tell you... where it is…” Grian muttered, breathless. He closed his eyes, he was so damn tired. He felt Scar move the bucket back to the floor.

“Is that redstone?” Scar asked, worry apparent in his voice. “In your vomit?”

Grian nodded.

“Shit,” Scar said. “Grian, how much do you have?”

“Not… telling….”

“Grian, it was a bug. We burnt all the bad redstone. We need to burn yours too if you want to get better.” Scar murmured, running a hand through Grian’s hair and wiping some bile from his chin.

Grian wanted to believe him so bad. He chose not to answer instead. He was so tired. It would be so easy to sleep and just not wake up again.

“Grian?” He heard another voice call out. “Grian??”

“We’re in here!” Scar called out.

“I’m dizzy.” Grian muttered. His eyes were closed but the room still spun. He felt light headed and sick. “I might pass out.”

“Please don’t,” Scar said, sounding terrified. “ISKALL! HURRY!”

Grian heard someone land nearby and a curse.

“Oh my god,” Iskall said, and Grian involuntarily winced, remembering what happened the last time Iskall had stopped by.

“He’s badly off,” Scar said, panic in his voice.

“Yeah, he is. Grian, can you look at me?” Iskall asked, voice soft. His voice hadn’t been soft in a long time, and Grian made an effort to turn his head to look at his friend. The movement made him dizzy, and Grian felt consciousness slip away.

He woke up without a cough in his throat.

Grian hadn’t felt that in a long time. It was amazing.

His head still hurt, but he no longer felt as sick as before. He could breathe and he felt more coherent. What changed?

“Grian? Are you awake?” Mumbo’s voice floated into his attention.

“Hm?” Grian hummed, turning his head to the side and looking at his friend. No tears.

“Oh, thank goodness!” Mumbo sighed and smiled. “You’ve been out for a few days now. We were worried sick.”

“What happened?” Grian murmured.

“It was a bug with the new update,” Mumbo said, resting his hand on the back of Grian’s forehead. “Redstone made folks go wack. We burned all of it, and the new update returned it to it’s original state.”

“Go wack…?” Grian asked, frowning.

“Yeah,” Mumbo said with a breathless laugh. “Made me get super sobby, Iskall went flat out insane, Xisuma just didn’t care and it made you very, very sick. You had tons of the stuff, dude.”

“I was saving you from it.” Grian said, trying to wrap his head around the scenario.

“You did good,” A new voice said. Grian turned his head to see Iskall standing at the doorway, holding a bowl of soup. “The redstone exposure dropped enough when you stole it that we could think clearly enough to see something was wrong.”

Iskall placed the bowl on the chest next to Grian’s bed, a sorrowful look coming over his face.

“Grian… I am so, so sorry how I treated you.”

“It’s alright,” Grian said. “You weren’t yourself. I’m just glad everything is back to normal.”

“Me too,” Mumbo laughed, and Iskall smiled in agreement.

Grian smiled, knowing that the worst was behind him and it could only get better from here.

#hermitcraft #violence mention #illness mention #grian #mumbo jumbo #iskall85 #hermitcraft fanfiction #sorry Sara idk if there is an name for the au lol #olive writes #oneshot

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Lucifer 5x04 - It Never Ends Well for the Chicken - Spoilers And Speculation

Warning! There is always a possibility that certain scenes might have been mixed up under their non-respective episodes.

I would appreciate if no media from my S&S posts were taken (again!). I post bts directly from the OPs never from second sources. I spend hours on this as a fan but I’m not a news site nor a source for anyone, therefore, do not take anything from this post. If you want to post some of the photos or videos you see here find the OPs do not take advantage of the hours I’ve spent on this!

Written By: Aiyana White

Directed By: Viet Nguyen

Aiyana White has written/co-written the episodes:

4x05 - Orgy Pants At Work

5x04 - It Never Ends Well for the Chicken

5x10 - Resting Devil Face (Teleplay)

Cast: Tom Ellis as Lucifer, Lauren German as Chloe, DB Woodside as Amenadiel, Lesley-Ann Brandt as Maze, Kevin Alejandro as Dan, Scarlett Estevez as Trixie, Rachael Harris as Linda Martin and Aimee Garcia as Ella.

Season 4 Recurring Characters: None Officially Announced Guest Cast:

Emil Beheshti...Abe Gantz

Iris Braydon...Portraitist

Patrick Daniel...Paddy

Christopher Gerse...Benny

Joe Sobalo Jr....Vincenzo

Behind The Scenes

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(Including the ET intwerviews)

Locations

This episode was shot in two locations the WB lot and at a mansion at Beverly Hills.

- Penthouse?

- New York Street WB Lot

-New York Street WB Lot - The ‘Garden’ Club

-Beverly Hills Mansion (Ellis + German and a lot of background actors)

This S&S is different than the rest mainly because on some level I know certain parts of the plot so here I had to decide what to do. The writers are obviously really proud about this episode and they should be as it is based on an amazing concept. At the same time do I really need to spoil a magnificent episode by writing accurately around 1/3 or 1/2 of the episode? To prove what? To achieve what? After the Part has dropped I’ll share that script page.

So early on I talked to some friends and it was decided that the verified by a script page and crew call page spoilers would not make it in the S&S. At least not the actual core of the episode. Some minor details here and there will still be here yet that is met with another problem as 5x04 sets in motion the rest of the season and if I’m correct also affects 5x09. Therefore, I do hope you do not mind if I’m vague on some parts. Finally don’t you worry when I speculate about things I will tell you upfront like I have done in the previous episodes.

As you can imagine I struggled a lot on how to explain this episode and write the S&S by what has already been spoiled from the cast, mainly in their ET interview at that time from Lauren, Ellis, DB and Aimee.

What I have to tell you first is that 5x04 moves on 3 levels. The first level is the present as a story is being told, it does not begin at random. If you remember 5x03 left us with a temporary solution and two amethyst bracelets on Dan and Lucifer. At the same time 5x05 features the title Detective Amenadiel. Lets speculate here that Lucifer is not that well so the clarity he gained in 5x03 with the show Diablo allowed him to recall of a different time that’s the second level, his past. The third level is how the episode is dressed meaning as a Noir episode that is set in the 1940s.

First, let’s explore the first level. Lucifer for some reason he feels the need to take the audience back to his past, and in order to do that there must be a present audience in his story. Someone that will make him go back and forth. I remind you that the shootings of the noir episode didn’t give any space for a lot of present time shootings so I would guess that Lucifer is at a place he feels safe perhaps his penthouse or Chloe’s house. I do not think that must be happening during therapy as we need a place that comforts him and this is a story not a therapy session the whole structure of it does not support Lucifer talking during a therapy session but to someone he trusts.

Now as you know when you tell a story you need to put everything in a perspective that your audience will understand. Us yes but also the person/s Lucifer has in front of him so the story changes and is manipulated according to us the viewers but also Lucifer’s audience.

w let’s go to the third level before the second for a very simple reason. We would expect for Lucifer to remember his past that this story to be set in Heaven, the Silver City to have angels and a pearly gate, clouds and harps but our genius writers take us somewhere else. They take us in 1940 before the US joined the Second World War. The US joined WII on December 7, 1941. The clothes the actors wear carry this late 1930s, early 1940s style where everything is bigger, there is colourful patterned fabric, no shortage of metal, there is no reason for grimness and of course, there is no war. So here is the thing as the audience you can hear the war drums echoing in the distance but this episode for its main part carries this innocence before WW2. WW2 is also relatable to the humans in Lucifer’s life, they get that people never expect a grand war and that certain behaviours are understandable.

In addition to that film noir concept for 5x04, before WW2 that genre was popular but skyrocketed in the 1940s when we had two of the most amazing Hollywood noir films of all time. By the way, do remember that Hollywood thrived due to the war as the rest of the world either had to halt filming big productions or the technology was simply not affordable yet you will find some good foreign movies but without the same exposure Hollywood gave for the simple reason that it had not been affected directly by the war, meaning the bombs and the poverty.

Now the Noir films I was talking about are The Maltese Falcon that was released in October of 1941 just two months before Pearl Harbor and Citizen Cain in May of 1941 that inspired so many great film noirs we can also mention of course High Sierra in January of 1941. All these movies are important to remember as Lucifer’s past is narrated in a very similar way but with a twist which I’ll let you know what it is when I start explaining the second level. Until I get there do remember that Lauren was watching the movie ‘Only Angels Have Wings’ (1939) which although it is not a film noir it is relatable to this episode and I wouldn’t be surprised if the writers recommended to the actors to watch it. So we gather that the film noir is not a random choice or an attempt to make this episode artistic as other shows have done but it actually deals with that atmosphere the misdealings and the unfortunate choices but also heartbreak. Well, for some that is.

The second level of this episode is that Lucifer talks about his past. If level two and level three correspond then we can claim that it was before Lucifer Fell. I do believe and support this theory as on a level it follows the Comic’s concept that Lucifer Fell around the time he met Lilith. Lilith has been confirmed for 5x04.

Now if we are in a time when Lucifer didn’t Fell what does that mean for the episode itself? Who will. appear there? Why do we have Chloe dressed as a man? Why Lauren called her character Jack? What is going on? Unfortunately for all of us I know that part so I’ll have to skip it but at the same time I’ll not disappoint you.

First of all the second and the third level are connected so they are one thing and the whole story is on some level an allegory in some places and true on others. In order to understand this better you need to be familiar with the book/movie “The Life of Pi”. For the ones who have not read/watched it it’s basically a story of a boy stranded at sea with a Tiger, a Zebra, A Hyena and a Chimpanzee only in the end to realize that none of the zoo animals the ship carried had made it to the raft but the actual story involved humans, murder, cannibalism and the madness that led to boy’s survival through a long quest of keeping up faith to nothing yet everything. The same happens in this episode more or less.

Our characters are changing and as Aimee said even her character in that episode is different. You see the only constant in this story is mainly Lucifer, most of the rest are ‘shifting’ and that’s the appropriate word to explain it. You should also go to all the leads social media and discover some more clues here and there because our leads do not do post in random. Like with my speculation with Inbar for 5x03 I support the same speculation here but from a different person.

So let’s get to the story that Lucifer attempts to narrate. We are back in a time before the big war and we see a Lucifer with lighter colours, curious and of course young. We do not know if he has Fallen but as I speculate over and over in this S&S let’s say that he has not so perhaps we will see the process of that Fall of what or who helped him think for himself.

In the comics, Lucifer after Ibrael slept with Lilith and she bore him a Nephelim son called Briadach, Lucifer and Lilith started having long conversations over why she lays with demons, why she left Adam and the matter of will comes up something that Lucifer contemplates a lot after that. As the years pass in the comics the time comes when Briadach and Maze kill Ibrael because not only he refused his son but also wanted to exile all the Lilim from the Silver City which they have built. You see Lilith was so in love with Ibrael that she gave him her children as builders for the City of Heaven.

Long story short the Angels wanted to kill Maze and Briadach to atone the sin of Ibrael’s murder but Lucifer refuses to take a side which angers Gabriel. Samuel then takes the name Lucifer and leaves the Silver City,

The chances of all that happening are slim to none of course but the concept that Lucifer and Lilith talk at some point in that episode about will and freedom means a lot. There are a lot of firsts in this episode actually that the viewers will certainly love. Also, I do not think we should approach their meeting as a romance more like a platonic romance of similar ideas and a start of how Lucifer made a stand towards divine plans.

Talking of firsts as some of fans noticed Lucifer in that episode didn’t wear his ring. The writers' room had two backstories (not from the start of the series!) for that according to Idly and apparently, they have decided which one to use so in 5x04 we will see how Lucifer got his ring but not everything is that simple or innocent. And talking about lack of innocence that is one of the reasons why the Garden is transformed to a club that bears the same name in the episode. Also perhaps that duet is actually Lucifer’s first introduction to a piano and he is a natural? Honestly no idea.

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There is also always an alias... I told you this story is moving on 3 levels all the time.

It was first assumed that it was Lauren but as White was the writer of 5x04, in reality, we see Ellis and Lesley Ann before their duet if that tux is anything to go about.

From the bts we have seen that there is a case, there is always a case and there is even a police car so if I were you I would expect a body somewhere (you will probably be shocked when you see the victim) and so things will need to be investigated and unveiled. Meaning the culprit.

We have seen Lauren with a black eye as well as a cut lip and that is again normal as the story progresses yet you will not get much of the story’s zest aside from the fact that Lucifer is working with Lauren’s ‘Jake’ and that in the Garden he meets Lesley-Ann with which he has a duet. Perhaps some mommy issues from Maze can finally be addressed when Lilith makes her entrance.

^Lucifer getting in the Garden Club^

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^Remember there is always a trap... There is always a chase for riches and... power.

Now you may ask and what of the Proprietor? Well, he might be our villain and he might be someone totally unexpected. Do not get fooled by titles and do expect the unexpected.

As a final note, I’ll have to remind you this. Season 5 is a heavily supernatural based season like S4 was and before that S2. It’s basically what the Writers Room can do without being controlled by a Network and when they have the freedom to create the path they want for the characters. Season 1 was supposed to be a filler for FOX and to get a second season it was unexpected, to say the least and then in December of 2017 the news came that it had been renewed for a 3rd season at that point, the network wanted a full S2 meaning 22 episodes, 4 of which as you know were moved in S3. So S2, S4 and S5 are in the same tune and 5x04 will set the tune to synchronize with the supernatural elements of the past seasons.

Plot-wise you will notice that most of the shooting was done at night also Lucifer’s clothing lighten up here and there while the story becomes bleaker.

^Some bts suggest that Maze is present in Lucifer’s story or at least in the present aka the first level of that episode even if she is not around that story from the beginning.

Now early in this S&S I told you that this episode might affect Season 5 Part 1 as a whole and even 5x09 but I didn’t tell you why. The solution of 5x03 is temporary and Lucifer in 5x04 realizes that he can find a permanent one by recalling events of his past. Perhaps his audience comes to the conclusion that a solution may lie on a detail of 5x04. That leads to a quest but what frees Dan and Lucifer has other consequences and do not be surprised if in Part 2 you will see the younger version of Lucifer again that you met in 5x04. Confusing? Yes, but better than nothing I suppose at least we know that the season is well crafted.

Unfortunately due to the circumstances under this S&S is written I’ll not answer any questions that will ask from me to clarify or further speculate details and in general what I have mentioned above. Thank you for your understanding.

PS As far as I know up to that point the Hell set was still up in the stage so we might see it again in 5x04. Only time will tell.

PS2 There are hints everywhere in every single bts above. Things that are obvious and others that you simply cannot spot until you watch the episode but trust me this will be an unforgettable experience for all Lucifans!

Although some photos seem to be the same like the ones in 5x03, which is true, it is why sometimes we do not know which episode she shoots as multiple scenes from 2-3 episodes sometimes are shot in one day due to Scarlet’s other responsibilities and under the Child Actor Act that does not allow a child to work for more than a certain number of days and hours per week.

Bonding time I guess...

^The same t-shirt so we shall see :P

#lucifer spoilers #lucifer speculation #lucifer 5x04 #Lucifer 5x04 - It Never Ends Well for the Chicken #Sanoiro S&S

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Lilliputian Perspective (9/10)

By: @arc852 and @hiddendreamer67

Warnings: Fear, threats, treating someone like a monster, manipulation, and mention of eating people, and off-screen death

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A short while later Roman noticed Virgil coming back. “Okay, well, it looks like the cave is actually done.” Virgil revealed and Roman frowned. Not really what he was hoping for when he said he wished something interesting would happen.

“Excellent.” Logan said, despite this scenario being far from ‘excellent’. “And how exactly am I to be transferred there?”

Virgil bit his lip. “...Would you be willing to go there of your own accord again? If we release the chain on your ankle?” Virgil asked.

“Yes, although given my cooperation I am still confused as to why the chains are necessary.” Logan admitted.

“Just precaution and so the people feel a bit...safer. Like I said, when my father comes back home, he’ll decide what actually happens to you. This is just...temporary, for now, until then.” Virgil explained.

“It seems like a lot of hassle for ‘temporary’.” Logan observed, looking down at the chain around his ankle. “How did you construct such a contraption so rapidly?”

Virgil blinked at the question. “Oh, uh...we’re fast builders?” Virgil said with a shrug, not knowing what else to say.

“It’s impressive, if not concerning.” Logan’s expression showed his amazement. It was a small contraption, yes, but not in comparison to the Lilliputians. How much of their metal had to be smelted for such a task? How did they create a mold of the correct size?

“Thanks?” Virgil said, a bit confused. “Anyway, are you ready?” He asked, a few guards already stepping forward to release the ankle chain.

Logan nodded, holding his leg still for the Lilliputians to do their work.

Virgil gave a motion and the guards hesitantly unhooks the chain before scrambling to get back and away from the giant. Virgil took several steps back as well, looking up at the giant as he bit his lip.

Logan rubbed at the spot where the chain had been, noting the red indent. He scooped Roman into his hands and carefully stood, cautious not to spook the guards any more than necessary.

“Lead the way, your highness.” Logan gestured forwards.

Virgil nodded and hopped on his horse, heading for the cave.

Roman looked up at Logan. “Now's your chance.” He whispered up at the giant.

But Logan just shook his head. It would be easy enough to escape from this small group of soldiers, but Logan could not remain in hiding for long. It would be foolish to try.

Roman huffed and crossed his arms. Welp, so much for that.

Virgil led Logan into the cave. “If you could just lay there and hold your arms out.” Virgil spoke.

“My arms?” Logan looked to the new chains as he sat down in the cave, attached to the back wall. “I thought you were restraining my ankle.”

“Well, we’re restraining that too.” Virgil revealed. “Now if you could lay down all the way.”

“How far am I being restrained?” Logan tried to get a gauge of how much his range of movement might be limited. “This seems excessive.”

“Again, it’s just to help the people to feel safer.” Virgil said, feeling nervous at the way Logan kept asking about it.

“Shouldn’t they already feel safe knowing I’m contained in the cave?” Logan pressed on. This cave was already much smaller than the one Roman had inhabited. “Why do my movements need to be so restricted?”

“It’s so you don’t escape, beast.” A voice came from the mouth of the cave. Virgil turned to see Dee there, coming over to stand next to Virgil. “Now, are you going to cooperate or were we right about you?” Dee asked, narrowing his eyes.

“I’m willing to cooperate, just as I have continued to prove.” Logan said firmly, looking down at the Lilliputians. “And because of my track record thus far I believe I should retain control over my upper limbs.”

“So you are going to disobey direct orders from our prince? Hmm, well that doesn’t seem very cooperative to me.” Dee said. Virgil bit his lip. He didn’t like how Logan was refusing him either, though more out of fear than anything.

“I am not disobeying.” Logan was quick to correct. “I was merely expressing a concern, and hoping to negotiate a compromise.”

“Well, this is non-negotiable. Now, I would lie down, or we’ll be forced to treat you like the beast we all think you are.” Dee smirked.

“And just what do you mean by that?” Logan inquired, not liking the advisor’s tone.

“Well, we have a fairly large army. I’m sure it wouldn’t take too long to cut you down to size.” Dee said, examining his nails. Virgil’s eyes went wide and he looked at Dee but the advisor ignored him for the moment.

“You can’t do that!” Roman yelled from his place on Logan’s hand. Dee scoffed.

“Of course, we can. And I will, if the giant doesn’t lie down and cooperate in the next few seconds.”

“There’s no need for violence, I’ll cooperate.” Logan grumbled, getting down to his stomach. He placed Roman near himself, sticking out his arms and feeling a bit foolish.

Dee smirked. “Good.” He then snapped his fingers and the guard quickly went to work in chaining the giant up. “Glad you decided not to give us too much trouble.”

Roman wanted to glare at the stupid advisor, but currently couldn’t see him due to Logan. So, instead, he turned towards the giant. “See? You should have left when you had the chance.”

“It’s not ideal, but I’ll manage.” Logan replied sternly, turning his chin down at a harsh angle to view Roman. “There is still a large amount of tension. This too shall pass.”

Roman frowned. “Whatever you say…” Though Roman highly doubted it.

The guards soon finished and quickly moved back. Dee grinned. “There we are, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Logan picked up Roman and maneuvered around to face him, feeling a bit foolish at the way he had to scoot around. He tried to just stand but quickly discovered the length of the chains would not allow him to stand any higher than a crouch. The two attached to his ankles were imbedded in the left and right sides of the cave respectively, and offered very little distance.

“It was not difficult, but it is demeaning.” Logan complained.

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll get used to it.” Dee said with a smirk. “Well, I suppose we are done here. Good day, beast.” Dee left the cave, followed by the guards. Though some stayed planted in front of the cave to guard it and watch over Logan.

Virgil looked from Dee to Logan before sighing and following Dee out.

“Well, this is certainly not an improvement.” Logan tried to keep his tone light, but even he was feeling quite crestfallen.

“No, definitely not.” Logan looked absolutely miserable changed up like that. Roman shook his head. “I’m not sure how you’re gonna get out of this.”

“I am not.” Logan sunk back against the cave wall, holding Roman close to his chest. “All I can hope is to be released.”

“Yeah, well, good luck with that. It seems your only hope is the actual king.” Roman said, “which could take a while.”

“Hopefully not too long.” Logan murmured. He wasn’t sure how long he could last like this.

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Virgil was sat down on his father’s throne, tapping his fingers nervously. He didn’t even feel like he deserved to sit atop it but his father had insisted to act as much like a king as possible while he was gone. Virgil sighed but it seemed like things might actually be turning around. He had just received word that a messenger had entered the kingdom. Meaning he would hear how far his father was and when he would officially come back.

Virgil focused when the large doors opened. First, Dee entered, followed closely by who Virgil assumed was the messenger. Virgil straightened but he was starting to grow more anxious the more he studied the messengers face. Why did he looks so solemn?

“Your majesty.” The messenger bowed. “I...have some tragic news.”

Dee took his place standing next to Virgil. “Please just get out with it.”

The messenger looked down but nodded. “The king...is dead.”

Virgil’s eyes widened. “...Wh-What?” No, no he had to have heard that wrong. But the messenger looked up at him sadly.

“I’m sorry, your highness. There was a run in with some bandits on the way back and...he didn’t make it. I’m sorry.” The messenger further explained and Virgil slumped back in the throne, staring down at the floor but his eyes were unfocused.

Dee frowned. “Well...that is certainly tragic.” A turn of events, sure, but one that played into his favor. Dee had to keep the smirk off his face though, especially as he turned to Virgil. “Sire?”

Virgil suddenly stood up, “I...I need to-to process this.” Virgil said before running off.

“Sire!” Dee called after him but Virgil kept going. He didn’t know where, he let his feet lead him. And where they led was to the spot he always went to when he wanted to be alone.

Except, he had forgotten for a moment, that the cave was currently occupied. He froze as he met the giant’s eyes.

Roman raised an eyebrow at the prince. Especially when he saw the tears streaming down his face.

Logan tensed, noting the royal’s distress as well. “...is everything alright, Your Highness?”

Virgil rubbed at his eyes. He should leave but then again, he didn’t really feel like going back out there and facing Dee. He wasn’t ready.

“M-My father...we got word back about him.” Virgil started.

“Finally!” Roman exclaimed. “Well, when is he getting back then?” He asked, which only caused more tears to stream down Virgil’s cheeks.

“Never. He’s dead.”

Roman’s eyes widened. “...Oh.” Well, now he felt bad.

“I- “ Logan fought for the correct words, feeling uncomfortable. Dealing with emotions was never his strong suit. “That must be quite overwhelming. I can imagine you are experiencing a very strong set of emotions.”

Virgil nodded, looking down. “Y-Yeah, just a-just a bit.” He couldn’t believe this was real. “I-I ran out as soon as I heard...I just, I couldn’t stay there.”

“Well, why did you come here?” Roman asked, knowing the prince was scared of the giant as much as everyone else. Virgil looked up at him and then shrugged.

“I don’t know, I...I guess I forgot that you guys were here for a moment.” Virgil admitted. The news of his father’s passing had pushed everything else way back.

“Were the two of you close?” Logan asked softly, trying to be delicate.

Virgil was silent for a moment before he nodded. “As close as we could be, with him being king and all. But despite all his duties, he always found time for me.” He rubbed at his eyes more. “It isn’t fair.”

Roman bit his lip, he wasn’t great with people who were crying or upset. But he felt his heart go out to the guy. It made him realize that the prince was really still just a kid.

“How did it happen?” Logan asked, his eyes giving the prince a pitying look. “If you feel inclined to share.”

Virgil shrugged. “The messenger said bandits. I didn’t really feel like sticking around for any details though.” He glanced up at Logan through his bangs. “...Why do you care?”

“It’s polite to ask.” Logan gave a small shrug. “That’s an unfortunate way to go, you have my sympathies.”

“...Thanks.” Virgil said, looking back down. “I think the worst part is, I won’t even have time to grieve. The kingdom needs a king and I’ll be thrown right into it.” He said with a sigh.

Roman winced. “Yeah, that is rough.”

“How does that work?” Logan inquired. “Will you at least have a few days of preparation and grief, or are you king as of this moment?”

“I’m technically still stand in king at the moment, but knowing Dee, he’s already preparing the coronation. For it to be official.” Virgil groaned, rubbing his hands over his face. “I never even wanted to be king.”

Roman raised an eyebrow at that. “What? Who wouldn’t want to be king?”

“It certainly would be a lot of pressure, Roman.” Logan reminded the Lilliputian. “Royalty is mostly politics and tough decisions. I for one would not want to be on the throne, and I can imagine the transition will only be more difficult with my presence.”

Roman hummed. “I...suppose you have a point.” All that pressure would certainly suck.

“Exactly.” Virgil sighed. “And yeah, now it’s up to me to decide what happens to you.” And...that was a big decision for Virgil to make.

“I understand if you cannot make a decision right away.” Logan admitted, knowing it must be quite difficult. “But, of all the castle dwellers I have met I can assure you I am thankful that you are the individual who will be deciding my fate.”

Virgil blinked. “R-Really? Why?” Virgil didn’t pride himself on making good decisions.

“You seem the kindest, even if you are easily manipulated.” Logan spoke bluntly. “If you rid yourself of that advisor I think you’ll make an excellent king. From our interactions, it's clear you’re attempting to do what you think is right, and you are one of the few individuals not only willing to consider my perspective but also talking to me as though I am a competent individual as well.”

“I mean, I think you’ve since proven yourself.” Virgil admitted. “And I never did like Dee. I’m not sure why Dad kept him around.”

“He’s a jerk, that’s for sure. An evil snake.” Roman said with a huff.

“Yeah, he isn’t great. You definitely don’t deserve to be executed either, Roman.” Virgil pointed out and Roman grinned.

“Why thank you, I think so too.” He was starting to like this prince more and more.

“What do the people think?” Logan asked, knowing the importance of public opinion. “Both about myself and Roman.”

“Uh, I mean, I’m not really sure about Roman. I think they feel bad he was given to you to eat.”

“As they should!” Roman exclaimed.

“As for you, Logan, well...they’re still very scared of you and what you might do.” Virgil admitted.

“I really do not wish to do anything.” Logan insisted. “But perhaps if you have been crowned, it would be possible for me to depart and leave you in peace.”

Virgil thought and then, slowly, he nodded. “Yeah. I think that’s the way to go.” He looked up at Logan. “I’m sorry about all the trouble we caused you, chaining you up and everything. I’ll do everything I can to help get you home.”

“I appreciate that most sincerely.” Logan assured him, giving a sigh of relief. Finally, finally things were beginning to look up. A pity Virgil had to lose a father for this to be the case.

Virgil nodded. “I better get back, but I’ll start making preparations. Hopefully I can get you out of this cave at least in the next two days.” He turned to leave but paused to look back at Roman. “Oh, and I’ll go ahead and pardon all your crimes too.”

Roman blinked. “Sweet! Thank you your majesty.” Virgil nodded and with that, he left, trying not to think too much of his father.

“Well, looks like things are finally looking up!” Roman exclaimed.

“Indeed they are.” Logan smiled genuinely for the first time since his arrival.

#gt #giant/tiny #thomas sanders #sanders sides #infinitesimal!sides #au #lillputian au #human!logan #giant!logan #lilliputian!roman #lilliputian!patton #lilliputian!virgil #platonic #lilliputian perspective #part 9

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realityhelixcreates · 4 years

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Lasabrjotr Chapter 54: Give A Reason

Chapters: 54/? Fandom: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Warnings: none Relationships: Loki x Reader (Getting There) Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor(Marvel) Additional Tags: Post-Endgame: Best Possible Ending (Canon-Divergent), How Do I Love Thee, Let Me Count The Ways. One: That Bangin’ Ass, Two-

Loki explores his feelings.

Loki was over the moon.

“She cares about me, Thor. Me specifically.” He was practically wiggling in smug excitement. “She confessed it to me, herself.”

“So you have said, brother. Several times. In the past hour.” Thor said, leafing through a book about metalurgy. “I am glad for you. This is progress in several ways.”

“Yes. She is coming to see my obvious superiority as a potential consort.”

“Possibly. I meant more that you are becoming someone that a human from her country could care about. That you are progressing, as a person. Look at all of the things you have been doing lately. Caretaking mortals, participating in their justice system, housing them, defending them. You know. Like a benevolent god.”

“I...” Loki paused. “I suppose I've come full circle, haven't I?”

“You're starting to see them as they are. We ignored them for so long, encouraged everyone else to do so as well. We didn't see them as they are, and it's one of Asgards lasting flaws.” Thor said. “We don't see anyone as they are. Look at these humans. Look at everything they have accomplished in their short time. For better and for worse. It's amazing. You're seeing them now, like I do. As people. People worthy of respect, of admiration. Of protection. Of love.”

“I still do not understand them. Do you think there is anything more I can do?”

“Stick with one project at a time.” Thor suggested. “You like to think big, but Earth is bigger still, and it will overwhelm you. Your longhouse project is a hit; stick with it until it is done.”

“I am thinking of asking the general populace for volunteers to help with the building.” Loki said. “I know all of our dedicated builders are tied up with city projects right now, but anyone who has time to spare and an interest in doing so, should be able to do simple things, like hauling soil, or stacking stones. Most of all, I want mingling. I want human and Asgardian to become acclimated to one another. It's going to happen sometime, so it might as well be soon. We should be building our bridges as early as possible.”

“Hm. I'm inclined to agree, though I think there should be some regulations. Einherjar to watch over them-”

“Perhaps a joint human-einherjar force?” Loki suggested. “Humans may never be able to match Asgardians, but they could still benefit from training with us.”

“Hm. You're right. However, humans tend to favor weapons like guns.”

“Yet we have both worked with a man who specialized in the use of a bow, and was far superior to most gunmen.”

“I think worked 'with' is a bit of a stretch on your part, brother.” Thor pointed out.

Loki rolled his eyes. “Yes, well.” He huffed. “All I am saying is that we know humans can learn to be extremely proficient in weapons that aren't guns. I do not believe the Icelandic government would allow us to authorize the use of firearms for non-Asgardian citizens anyway. But they have not disallowed the axes and swords that Trolekaerhalla brought with them, so I am assuming those are still legal.”

“Outside city limits, anyway.”

“Outside Icelandic city limits.”

Thor closed his book. “Oh, damn. I just thought of something.”

“I do not believe you.”

“Ha ha. We are thinking of building a permanent human settlement. On land that has not yet been granted to us.”

“Oh damn!” Loki echoed. “I keep thinking of that area as already granted, rather than 'potentially granted in the future, if expansion warrants it'.” What was 'future' to humans, was 'tomorrow' to them.

“We will have to consult the embassy.”

Loki groaned. The 'embassy' consisted of a cluster of small buildings across the river and to the north, from which a farm was also seasonally run. It was staffed by a rotating roster of minor officials, whose job was to 'oversee' Asgardian building and regulate their impact on the local environment. They were not particularly troublesome, and, except for a near obsessive concern with the health of the fens and the river, they did not bother Asgard with all that many demands. But it was an absolutely galling reminder of their fallen status that the king of the Shining Realm had to ask permission for anything, and from such minor officials.

There was an element of helplessness and subordination involved, and Loki despised it. They were going to need to accrue power quickly, if they were going to create and maintain relevance in this realm.

“I'll get a messenger ready.” He said.

“No, I'll go myself.” Thor offered. “Bring some clout to the conversation. Unless you'd like to go? You could bring your little lady with you, get her some experience in things like this.”

“Perhaps. That reminds me; I should send her father a gift.”

“You are getting a little ahead of yourself, aren't you?” Thor teased. “You haven't even asked for her hand yet.”

“Not like that, you wag!” Loki exclaimed. “It's just that when we first brought _____ here, we did not know that it was going to be permanent. But it is. We have found no cure yet for our co-dependent weakness. In that light, I have essentially taken his daughter from him, and into our household, so I owe him. You know that. Isn't that why you sent all that junk to Dr. Selvig?”

“Erik is not Jane's father, and it wasn't junk!” Thor protested. “It was Asgardian objects that were no longer needed!”

Loki gave him a long look.

“I see your point though. Perhaps you should send a gift.”

“Hm. Her father is a peasant who spends most of his time in a confined space with a cat. What would be suitable for such a man?” Loki pondered.

“No weapons.” Thor said. “No armor. Not only could he not make use of them, but customs would confiscate them immediately.”

“Surely a knife...” Loki began, but Thor shook his head. “Very well. Cloth? A bolt of fine silk, or linen. Wool? Surely we can provide something better than wool.”

“It's not a troth gift, Loki. Send him some cotton, and call it a day. There is no need to overthink this.”

“A careless gift can become an insult.” Loki said. “It may not be a troth gift, but I still want to convey to the man that I place his daughter at a high value, and that I haven't just absconded with her as if she were otherwise worthless. Perhaps I shall go with the linen. Or a heavy cotton. _____ tells me that her Iowa becomes very hot in the summer, and very cold in the winter. He could make use of both.”

“I do not think that anyone who has laid eyes on you lately could believe that you do not value her.” Thor teased. “Though some of the more jealous among them might wonder why she compels you so.”

“That is their loss. If they cannot see her many virtues, it is not up to me to enlighten them, though I might choose to do so anyway.”

“You have a list?”

“She has many virtues.”

“That is something I have been meaning to ask you about.” Thor said. “The nature of your affection for her. Where it springs from.”

“Are you questioning my feelings again?” Loki asked defensively. It was something Thor had been doing a lot these past few years. Loki realized that it was good for him to explore his emotions; a thing he was admittedly terrible at doing for himself. But when someone prodded him about it...

Well, he wasn't happy about it, but with someone guiding him, he could analyze internal issues that he would never have allowed himself to touch on his own.

“It is good for me to love my seidkona.” He said. “I'll be able to open up to her like I need to. This way, you don't need to shoulder the whole burden of my odious emotional instability.”

“It's not that much a burden. And you are being evasive.” Thor said.

“Of course I am.” Loki shot back. “I...I guess I'm just pleased to find that I am still able to feel this way at all. I do not wish to examine it too closely and find that it is somehow false.”

“Oh, I do not doubt it is real, and neither should you. Your feelings are your feelings, no matter what. What I believe we should examine is from whence these feelings have sprung, then we might better know how to proceed. That is, if you want to proceed.”

“Yes, I want to proceed!” Loki said. “Of course I want to proceed! The desire consumes every moment that I do not distract myself with something else.”

“Well, talk to me about it.” Thor prodded. “Do you know why you love her so? Is is guilt?”

“What? No!” Loki scoffed. “Any guilt I feel is completely separate from all this.”

“So this has nothing to do with effectively destroying her life, and taking her from everything that she loves and taking her from everyone that loves her. And that's absolutely not why you shower her with attention and prestige, and want to send a gift to her father. No guilt over what you did there. That's not why you want to build homes for Trolekaerhalla, in leu of helping to rebuild New York. Guilt absolutely does not drive your actions there either. I see.”

“Any guilt I feel is...partially separate from this.” Loki amended, face burning. “But it's not the only reason. I feel like she deserves much more than the world has allotted her, myself included. I see a potential in her that I would never have guessed hid in the depths of humankind.”

“Humans have caused you much trouble in the past.” Thor pointed out. “The Hulk flung you about like a toy, the Captain held his own in battle with you.”

“The Hulk is a special case.” Loki said. “All of your little company are. Or, at least, I used to think so. But she had nothing, you understand? No advantage. She hadn't the hoard of wealth, nor the high education, nor the job with a powerful organization, nor the exposure to scientific innovations that all of your Avengers did. And yet, she is this. If this potential exists in her, the most common of humans, might it be in them all? Fascinating. Horrifying. And so, so intriguing.

But that's not the only reason either. Outside of my feelings regarding her species and magic, she has great virtues of her own. Her mind is hungry, so much so that I fear if I were not by her side, her curiosity would lead her to destruction. She doesn't lack ferocity or courage when they are needed, but she also balances that with such compassion. I find that impressive, with everything she's been through.”

“It doesn't have anything to do with her being the only woman to show you affection in some time?”

Loki's face went even redder. “No...There were a few on Sakkar...but I refused their advances.”

“Really? Why?” Thor remembered the people of Sakkar as being very odd, but not altogether repulsive.

“Lack of trust, and a distinct cultural difference. To them, the fact that they could be exiled or executed at literally any moment led them to a hedonistic, live-in-the-moment lifestyle. Nothing meant anything to them. They didn't truly care about anything, and couldn't be trusted for anything.

But _____ cares. She cares about so much. Things have meaning to her, as they have to me. Maybe none of our troubles would have come about if I just hadn't cared so damn much. But I do. And that care has gathered her up into it now, wrapped like a cloak about her shoulders. I can no longer see myself without her.”

“Yes, you were besotted mere days after meeting her.” Thor pointed out. “Perhaps you were just ready. You are getting to that age where a man wishes to settle down and think of family.”

“I am younger than you!”

“Barely. But...That is another thing to think about. You will need to tell her.”

Loki pressed his lips together tightly, making an irritated sound through his nose. He knew that. He wasn't going to do it, not until he couldn't put it off any longer.

“Have you been looking at yourself? Like Sjofn suggested?”

“Yes, but I still don't see the point. I find it no less repulsive for looking upon it more often.”

Thor shrugged. “Sjofn has always been wise when it comes to these kinds of things. You know.”

“I know. I just don't see it, that's all. I wish I did.”

“Maybe _____ will. Speaking of, do you have any plans?”

“Your party is very soon. I thought I might dance with her.”

“And?”

“And make nice with your Avengers. Or at least try to. I feel Stark shall never be friendly with me, but she might be impressed. I would like to kiss her, should she allow it. The last time was...not ideal. I can do better.”

“She makes you want to do better?”

Loki nodded, and Thor smiled.

“I think that is how it is supposed to work.”

******

You swept the fancy green dress Loki had given you in wide circles around the room. There was going to be a party tonight! People were already arriving: Tony Stark had landed an advanced aircraft right on top of the former site of the militant camp, and he had brought others with him. More had come across the river. They were all unmasked, and causing great excitement in the city. Saldis had been talking about it nonstop.

You were starting to get the impression that she had a special interest in humans.

She helped you dress and did your hair, blabbing about their fashion, and strangeness, and beauty. Perhaps Andsvarr was going to have some competition soon.

You had worn this dress before, but only for Loki. It was still scandalously low-cut, in your opinion, but easily the fanciest thing you'd ever owned. Of course, this was going to be a fancy party, so you had to be dressed your best.

What did one do at a fancy party? Waltz about in a great big ballroom? Eat little appetizers off silver trays? Or did the rich and powerful get completely faced just like everybody else?

You'd probably better warn everyone about the crystal mead.

“These are the most important people of your world. Do you think they would speak with a servant?” Saldis asked anxiously.

“What? Of course!” You said, putting on some of your personal jewelry. It was cheap and fake, but you didn't honestly see how anyone could tell the difference. Besides, your dad had gotten you most of this, for birthdays and Christmases over the years. That was the real treasure, wasn't it? “I mean, they talk to me every week, and I'm a nobody.”

“How is it that you still think that?”

“Habit, I guess.” You shrugged. “I've never felt like I really meant anything before, and it's hard to adjust my thinking. It sorta comes and goes; one moment I feel proud of everything I've done, and the next I feel like a complete impostor.”

“I understand that. They warn us not to fall for the nobles, because we wouldn't know how to live their lives, but I feel like that's a sham so the nobles can keep their sons and daughters as bargaining chips in political marriages. But that shouldn't be a problem anymore.” She added, noticing your disgusted expression. “Allfather Odin started phasing that out before I was born, and it seems like Allfather Thor is going to continue his work.”

“His Highness is in accord.” You said. “He told me so. It still grosses me out though. But if you want to go talk to some Avengers, I don't see why you shouldn't. Besides, aren't you kind of falling for a noble yourself?”

Saldis cleared her throat. “Well. If it works out, yes. But if it doesn't, neither of us are exactly hurting for potential suitors. It's just that we like each other best. Just like you and the prince.”

You sputtered. “What? No, we're not-”

“It's fine, everybody knows.” Saldis said. “I heard the Valkyries gossiping about it, and the general didn't tell them to stop. That's how you know that she knows it's true.”

“Everybody doesn't know anything.” You insisted. “Me and Loki aren't a thing.”

“Which is why he had that dress made for you, and why you moon at him every time you think no one is looking. Someone's always looking.”

“I don't moon...” You said. “Wait what was that about the dress?”

“It's very fine. A courtier's dress, to reflect your position as advisor, that you belong in the court with him. That's quite a statement. If you ask me, he's been making that statement for some time.”

“No way.”

“Perhaps. Perhaps not. The prince has always been hard to read, but the emotion that he does show seems quite genuine.”

“You really think so? Other people think so?” There was no way. But if it was true, if it was true...certain things were falling into place. But there was no way, was there? No way it could work. You couldn't dare to hope.

Could you?

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lettersofwrittencollective · 5 years

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In Your Arms (1/3)

Author: @lettersofwrittencollective

Pairing: Thomas x Reader

Word Count: 1975

Warnings: None

Prompt: Safe Haven Thomas “You fainted, straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” via @stiles-o-dylan24

A/N: So I had posted a few days ago that I wanted to write something for Thomas and had gotten a couple ideas. So this is the first of some of them. This one, in particular, is a three-parter but I have no idea when the next two will come out.

As always please feel free to give me your thoughts and opinions.

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The world was somehow starting to recover. Or at least, that’s what it seemed like here in the Safe Haven.

After everything that we had all been through, we were finally in a place where there was no WCKD coming after us. No Cranks to worry about. No fighting with others just to try and stay alive in the small moments.

The heat had still hung around for a while but the last few days it had cooled down substantially and large clouds had rolled in. Most of us hadn’t experienced rain outside of our respective mazes and so there was a palpable excitement to the air.

The first drops of rain had come in a light drizzle and everyone had laughed as they enjoyed it. You, yourself had joined them, face pointed towards the sky as you allowed the water to cool your hot skin.

As the rain picked up, you had outstretched your arms and reveled in the feel, as so many others had. While you stood there, feeling the rain against your skin, your boyfriend had come up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

You’d relaxed and turned around to plant a kiss on his lips, “Hey you,” you’d whispered against his lips.

He merely picked you up, lifting you high and making you laugh in the process before placing a kiss on your forehead his way of saying he’d missed you throughout the day. He pulled you towards the hut he shared with the boys, under the roofing, “Did you ever think we’d get to see something like this?”

“The rain?” you shook your head and were about to elaborate when he cut you off.

“No, this,” he gestured at the tents around you and the people. It occurred to you that he was talking about the Safe Haven itself.

Cupping his face, you pulled his attention back to you, “Of course I did.” At the confusion on his face, you leaned in to kiss the wrinkle in his forehead, “You see, there was this greenie that came up once. He took one look at us and bolted. He was almost as fast as Minho,” you smirked at him, a teasing lilt to your voice as you continued, “before he fell flat on his face that is.”

When he went to interrupt you, you placed a finger to his lip. “Turns out the guy had a knack for breaking the rules but all those broken rules. One night, he ran into the Maze to try and save some of my friends. I don’t know if Newt told you, but he, Chuck and I all stood at that gate until it opened that next morning. We talked about it that night and we came to the realization that if anyone was going to get us out it was you. And you did, you got us out of that Maze, got us through the scorch and in and out of WCKD to save one of our best friends.

“So yeah, I figured we’d be at some place like this at some point. I just never imagined that it would be with all these other people,” you told him before placing a kiss to his lips.

Pulling your body flush against his, Tommy, kissed you back, almost hungrily. Your hands fell to his shirt and, grabbing fistfuls of the fabric, you pulled him closer to you. You can feel his arms tighten around you as the kiss gets hungrier.

The crashing sound of thunder surprises both of you and, in your shock, you jump away from him. A chuckle escapes your lips and as the two of you go to kiss again, wolf whistles interrupt you.

Groaning, you put your head on Tommy’s shoulder. “Tommy, I hate them. I hate every last one of those shanks.”

You can feel his laughter against your chest more than you can hear it. Feeling him press his lips to your temple before he’s telling the others to knock it off.

Sighing, the moment ruined, for now, you pull from his embrace and the two of you make your way towards the chow hall with the rest of the boys. As the group of you were walking and the smell of food began to drift into your nose you realized just how hungry you were.

You had skipped breakfast this morning as you’d woken up late and you hadn’t been feeling all that great when dinner was served last night so it had been almost a whole day. Honestly, you were surprised that you hadn’t noticed it sooner but with as busy as everyone had been trying to build up the Safe haven and then enjoying the rain, you weren’t that surprised.

When you made it to the mess hall, you were excited to finally get some food. The grumbling in your stomach making you more aware of your hunger. Just as you were about to get in the chow line though, Vince called you.

A groan escapes your lips, you leave the line that would lead to the wonderful food and make your way over to him. As one of the few med-jacks that had survived to make it to the Safe Haven and one of the only ones to actually have had any kind of medical training, you were usually called in when someone got hurt.

This time, one of the builders had managed to slice into their arm pretty deep and needed some stitches. The other med-jack, Robert, was dealing with some shuck who’s temperature still hadn’t broken and, besides, you had a steadier hand. So, following Vince, you made your way across the Safe Haven and towards the med hut.

You hadn’t realized it but Tommy had followed you and watched as you went to work. He would never be able to really explain what it was that happened to you when you worked but it was amazing to watch.

A look of determination would come across your face and he could see the way that you would take in the information you had been given. Before you’d even gotten to the room, he already knew that you had gone through the entire process of what you would have to do.

When the trio got to the room, Thomas stepped to the side and watched as you quickly pulled water from the distilled tub they had and washed your hands. You’d called for someone to get you the kit and since Vince was closer, he was the one that had grabbed it for you.

You gathered some of the anti-septics that they had stockpiled and a cloth to clean the Builder’s arm. Thomas couldn’t help but be proud as he watched you work. You were steady and efficient. He knew that some of the other med jacks would have rushed the process and left the boy with sloppy stitches but he watched as you made a tourniquet on the boys upper arm and then made sure that there was nothing that could get stuck within the stitches were spaced correctly and that the cut would heal.

As she finished with this, someone ran in and informed that the kid with the high fever was now seizing and Robert needed her help. Thomas watched as Y/N followed the kid out and towards one of the sick huts.

As soon as she went in, she shoo’d out everyone who wasn’t a med jack.

Thomas stayed outside and when either she or Robert would ask for anything: water, more cloth, certain medications, he either got it himself or he made sure that someone would go and fetch it. He wasn’t sure how long he stood out there but he did. He waited until Y/N came out of the room when the sun was rising again.

As she walked out of the room with Robert, the relief on them was palpable. Robert gave him a small nod before he made his way towards his hut. Thomas turned to Y/N and took her hand. The tired smile on her face became a full-on grin that made his heart skip a beat.

“Ok so I am exhausted but I am also starving and if you don’t feed me soon, I am going to become a little gremlin,” she grumbled at him, playfully, before leaning up and pressing her lips to his.

Cupping her cheek with his free hand, he chuckled and kissed her back. Pulling away from the kiss, the two of them made their way towards the chow hall. He was sure that one of the cooks would already be up, working on breakfast and could be convinced to feed his girl.

As they were walking, Y/N pulled him to a stop. He turned to look at her and that’s when he noticed that while the sun was peeking out, it hadn’t fully risen. She had, though. She always noticed these little moments and would make sure that he would take the time to appreciate them with her.

They stood there for a few minutes, watching the sun rise over their new home. The water reflected the light and, when he knew she’d be enraptured, he turned to look at her. It was a sight that he would always love. She was always beautiful, but in these moments, when she was in awe of the things around her, she looked like she had no care in the world, her beauty was just elevated.

When she closed her eyes, he wasn’t worried about it. It was something that she always did, but when she began to fall, he immediately grabbed onto her waist and pulled her towards him.

You’d been watching the sunrise, enjoying the morning with Tommy. He was always so busy that it was sometimes difficult to get any time with him so when you did, you tried to make sure you both appreciated the small moments. The ones that most people took for granted. You knew he was watching you but didn’t say anything about it - let him enjoy his own moments as he wanted to you figured.

The lack of sleep, lack of food and the now non-existent adrenaline in your body meant that you were beginning to feel just how tired you were. Taking slow deep breaths, you focused on trying to relax your heart rate, which hadn’t gone down since you’d walked into the sick room.

You’re not even sure what happened but suddenly, you felt yourself being jolted. A gasp escaped your lips and you put your hand up to try and push away but relaxed when you noticed Tommy's scent in your nostrils. Looking up at him, you asked, “What happened?”

“You fainted, straight into my arms,” he responded with across his beautiful features that made you laugh.

“I just need some sleep and food and I’ll be fine. I did not faint,” you denied with a shake of your head. “Maybe I just wanted to be in your arms a bit? Hmm? Did you think of that?”

You felt his lips upon yours a moment later and before you could return the kiss, he had moved to kiss your nose and forehead before whispering in your ear, “You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

Turning your head, you kissed his cheek, placing one on each of the moles that dotted his cheek and jawline. “I’ll have to remember that.”

As a yawn escaped your lips, you stepped away from him, “It’s been a long day so come on, we’re getting me some food and then I want to spend a couple hours in your arms before we have to get back up for work,” you tell him as you drag him towards the chow hall.

tag list: @stiles-o-dylan24 @riseandshinelittleblossom @lucifersnipnips @mrs-mitch-rapp93 @screamxqueenx94 @nicole-lynne

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glitterslag · 5 years

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I completely missed you call for prompts!!! If it’s not too late, can I request a rainy day with Gwilym lee??

Yes hun you absolutely can! In fact, I like this one so much I’m gonna do it first cause the people need the domestic gwil

A/N: This is my first (of many?!) Gwil blurbs so be kind. Also, I’ve got this headcanon that gwil’s hidden talent is cooking, so i thought i’d base it around that. (Low key I’ve been dreaming of a big homely kitchen with gwil with herbs on the windowsill and the lot. You just know he be shopping at waitrose)

Here we go!!!

It’s a blustery afternoon in September and you’re pulling on your raincoat, getting ready to brave the journey to your boyfriend’s house. You’re just about to leave the house when you feel your phone buzz in your bum pocket.

G: Squid ink.

You roll your eyes and smile.

This is a typical text from Gwilym, especially on a Sunday. Ever since the two of you have been together, you’ve cherished your Sundays. Any weekend neither of you are working and you’re round to his house, cooking. It’s always been Gwil’s favourite way to spend an afternoon, especially when it’s rainy like today, and it’s slowly becoming your favourite, too.

G: There’s an Italian deli near the tube stop. Back wall, left hand side :)

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Your stomach grumbles loudly in anticipation, earning you a disapproving look from the old women next to you, sat reading the paper with a fat, fluffy dog in her lap. You can’t help it. Every time Gwil’s got a day off, he’s cooking up something even more weird and wonderful than his last. Moules frites, baked ziti, Hungarian goulash. You can only sit and wait and wonder what it’ll be this time.

The tube rolls to a stop in Gwil’s leafy London suburb, and you set off on your culinary mission, coat collar turned up against the wind.

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“S’expensive stuff, this!” You call out as you stroll in through the back door using the spare key he keeps under a plant-pot. You’re soaked to the skin with rain, and, knowing Gwil, you could’ve been waiting all afternoon if you’d knocked and waited. Besides, you two are long past formalities at this point.

The second you enter the hallway, you’re smacked in the face with heat from the kitchen, and the sweet, intoxicating aroma of bread in the oven. Your shoulders drop about a mile in instant relaxation.

Home.

He smiles and looks up as you walk in. He’s standing at the big, pine kitchen table in his ratty old apron, covered in a layer of flour. You hold up the squid ink proudly.

“I’ve sent the money to your PayPal.” He says as you go over for a hello-kiss. “Three pounds fifty.”

“Gwil!” You protest, partly as you hated to split hairs over that kind of thing, partly because he was getting you covered in flour.

“You’re right,” He ponders, wooden spoon held up to his chin in mock-contemplation. “I could’ve paid you back in sexual favours..”

He grabs for your hips cheekily, and you shove him with a laugh.

“So, what’s this for?”

You hold up bottle of black ink and he leads you over to the worktop, to a mixing bowl full of what looks like dough.

“Bread?” You ask hopefully, stomach positively growling at this point.

“Ah, non non non, au contraire” He says in the silly, fake French accent he reserves for when he’s cooking. It always makes you giggle.

“Squid ink linguine!” He announces with a flourish, and you give him a puzzled look.

“Doesn’t look like pasta.”

“That’s because i haven’t rolled it out yet.” He explains with just a hint of exasperation, grabbing the bottle from you and pouring some in. “Thought we’d have it with some king prawns and tomatoes. Oh, and a bit of garlic bread.” He says, gesturing to the loaf in the oven with his foot.

“Sounds great, babe.” You say, trying to hide your uncertainty as you peer into the pasta bowl. The previously white dough has turned to a deep, inky blue. You grimace when he isn’t looking. Gwil’s never made anything you haven’t loved, but you have to admit, sometimes all this gastro stuff can look far from appetising. Still - you know it’ll turn out amazing once he’s done.

You decide to leave him to it, opting for a cup of tea and a biscuit in the meantime. You flip the kettle on and set about making two strong cups of builder’s tea, rummaging in cupboards to find the chocolate digestives.

“Don’t eat too many before your dinner!” Gwil jokes and you grin, stuffing one in.

“Alright, mum.”

You hand him his tea and he gratefully grabs it from you with floury hands, stealing one of your biscuits as well for good measure. You plop yourself down at the kitchen table, warming your freezing hands on the tea mug as you watch him running around in organised chaos, adding a pinch of this here, a stir of that there. You know by now that he doesn’t want help. Too many hands, and all that. He’s just happy to have you keeping him company instead of the radio.

“So.” You begin, sitting back, listening to the comforting sound of the cooker fan, and the rain pattering against the window. “Tell me about your week.”

#gwilym lee #gwilym lee x reader #blurb #gwilym x reader #bohemian rhapsody #borhap boys #borhap imagines #gwilym lee imagine #gwilym lee headcanons #sir gwilled cheese #ask

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skybiome · 5 years

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“Hey, Metalhead.”

Biffa jumped at the address and looked around. He almost activated his mask to cover his face, but at the last minute, he remembered that he was actually wearing a ratty Black Sabbath hoodie.

Crowds of people were passing through the subway without paying any attention to the cyborg resting against the vertical beam. The person who had spoken to Biffa was leaning against the other side of the steel beam.

“I know what you are, and I know people who can help. If you come quietly, everything will be okay.”

Scratch that, he definitely knew who Biffa was. His mask slipped over his face, visor opaque from the outside, but still tinting the cyborg’s vision yellow. Biffa stood up and leaned around the support beam to look at who was talking to him.

The man in question would have looked fairly unremarkable if he hadn’t been wearing a cowboy in a subway station. He had a couple of scars on his face and was literally wearing cowboy boots. When he finally got a good look at Biffa's mask, he cocked his head a bit to the side.

"Alright then, do we have a deal?" The Cowboy offered the cyborg his right hand.

Biffa took the Cowboy's hand with his right, and pressed the palm of his left hand into the Cowboy's chest and activated the built-in taser.

Cowboy crumpled to the ground immediately and Biffa sprinted out of the subway station as fast as metal legs would carry him. Though, he didn't make it far before someone else dropped out of the sky and landed in the street in front of him.

The new person was only wearing a lab coat and pants, but he was also wielding a trident. The clouds were dark and thunder was rolling in the distance, so fighting someone with a trident was the last thing Biffa wanted to do right now.

The creeper cyborg pointed his trident at Biffa.

“This is your last chance to end this peacefully.”

Biffa drew his standard sword in reply. He almost thought that the other cyborg looked entertained by the challenge.

The creeper man drew back his trident and threw it at Biffa. The gray cyborg knocked it out of the air with the blade of his sword. He was surprised when the plasma didn't cut directly through the trident. He quickly realized why that was when the three-pronged weapon flew back to its wielder.

Biffa tried to get close to stop him from throwing the trident but was forced to back off then the cyborg tried to smack him with the butt-end of it. Seeing an opportunity, he lunged forward and pulled Creeper towards him. Biffa pressed dropped his sword and pressed his free hand against Creeper’s right arm and activated the taser.

Instead of keeling over like he should have, Creeper’s whole arm went limp and he nearly dropped the trident. With his arm that still worked, he swung wildly at Biffa. The gray cyborg backed off, still eye the hilt of his sword on the ground. With no connection to Biffa’s power source, the blade had disappeared.

Creeper followed Biffa’s head and noticed the hilt on the ground as well. Before either of them could move they both turned towards the sound of firework rockets coming from farther down the street.

Biffa didn’t manage to fully process what was happening before he was bowled over by Cowboy on a pair of elytra. The scarred man managed to stay on his feet and stopped in a way that couldn't be good for the treads of his boots.

Biffa slammed into the wall of a brick building. As the cyborg got to his feet, Cowboy pulled out his own trident.

Biffa looked around for his standard sword. Creeper had kicked the hilt farther down the street.

The gray cyborg hesitated for a moment before pulling the non-standard sword. When this one sparked to life, it glowed yellow instead of blue, unlike other sword.

Before he could do anything, Cowboy threw his trident and pinned Biffa's arm to the wall. The prongs of the weapon were on either side of his left wrist.

He grabbed the base of the trident's prong with his free hand and tried to pull it out of the wall.

Another trident flew into the wall, pinning Biffa's other wrist as well. The prongs surrounded his wrist again, but one of them cut through the cyborg's left wrist, causing him to drop the sword hilt.

Biffa struggled against the trident's for a few seconds, until he stopped. He was pinned and he couldn't get the leverage needed to pull the weapons out of the wall. He was trapped at the mercy of Cowboy and Creeper.

Cowboy was currently talking to Creeper in a low voice and neither of them were taking their eyes off Biffa. The scarred man was poking at the cyborg's arm, but Creeper just told him not to worry and that someone named Iskall would help him with it later.

The gray cyborg bet that Cowboy had thrown both tridents since Creeper's dominant hand seemed to be the one he's lost control of. Cowboy pulled out a black box that Biffa recognized as a communicator and spoke into it softly.

A normal person wouldn't have been able to make out the words, but the gray cyborg could hear him just fine.

"They're restrained right now and should before a while. Bring in Keralis."

Cowboy slipped the communicator back into his inventory and spoke directly to Biffa. "A negotiator will be here in a few minutes."

Biffa cocked his head and spoke, but with his face mask on, he couldn't move his jaw, so what he wanted to say was instead delivered by a text to speech voice.

"Keralis?"

Cowboy's eyes went wide, and Creeper's narrowed. Before Cowboy could say anything, Creeper cut him off.

"You could hear what Scar was saying into the communicator, don't play smart."

Biffa narrowed his eyes under the faceplate. "How did you know I was listening?"

"Your ears moved." Creeper lifted his left hand and gestured to the area behind his own ear.

When Biffa’s face mask was on, antenna extended from the back of where his ears would have been. They moved on their own to help him emote. Right now, Biffa was silently cursing their existence.

An unmarked black van drove up the street and stopped beside Cowboy and Creeper. A few people piled out of it and began directing civilians and traffic.

The people varied from someone who appeared to be made entirely of blue slime, to a person with dog ears and a tail, and someone with a tufted tail wearing a full suit of metal armor.

The person who walked over to Cowboy and Creeper was fairly standard looking compared to literally anyone else who had just climbed out of the van. He was wearing a cabbie hat, a zipper jacket, and sweatpants. He looked like he’d just rolled out of bed and thrown on the first things he could find.

He very well might have since it was 6:05 in the morning. Still, his eyes were wide and bright, even if Biffa couldn’t really tell what color they were.

The new person motioned towards Biffa with his eyes and Cowboy nodded silently.

Almost instantly a smile broke onto his face and he turned to Biffa.

"Hi! It's nice to meet you! My name is Keralis and I'm going to be your negotiator today!"

Biffa just narrowed his eyes, knowing his antennae would translate the expression.

Keralis didn't seem to notice it though, and if he did, he just ignored it.

"I need to ask you a few questions first. Do you know who I am?"

Biffa couldn't tell if Keralis was playing dumb or just really stupid. "You're just told me that you're Keralis."

The "negotiator" genuinely looked surprised and Biffa was certain that he was just that dumb.

"Oh right, I did! Well since you already know mine, what's your name?"

The cyborg hesitated for a split second before saying, "Biffa."

"A wonderful name! Absolutely amazing!" Keralis literally bounced in place as he complimented Biffa. "Do you know where we are?"

The gray cyborg genuinely had to stop for a moment. He didn't know the name of the city.

His antennae must have been doing something, because Keralis tilted his head at Biffa's silence.

"It's okay if you don't know. Right now, we're in Hermitville. Do you know who those two are?"

Keralis pointed backwards at Cowboy and Creeper.

After a moment of thinking, Biffa said, "The one with the hat is Scar. I don't know who the creeper is."

Now that Biffa was looking, the hat was less a cowboy hat and more an Indiana Jones hat. It was just easier to call Scar Cowboy than Indiana Jones.

"Correct! And the creeper cyborg is Doc. Now one more question. What color are my eyes? You can look if you need too."

The question confused Biffa for a moment, but he chalked it up as one of Keralis's eccentricities.

The gray cyborg looked into Keralis's eyes and his vision tunneled. He couldn’t feel his fingers or breath. All he could see was Keralis’s eyes. He couldn’t look away. Biffa’s vision went white. He still didn’t know what color Keralis’s eyes were.

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Keralis watched the tension finally leave Biffa’s frame as the hypnosis set in. He turned back to Doc and Scar.

“You should be good to free him now.”

Scar nodded and bounded over to Biffa. He picked up the sword hilt that the cyborg had dropped before working on freeing Biffa. The builder had to brace himself against the wall with his foot in order to remove the tridents.

When the weapon finally slid out of the cyborg’s wrist, it sparked sadly and Biffa’s hand moved slightly.

Doc joined Scar beside Biffa and carefully lifted the gray cyborg’s wrist, looking at the mechanisms and moving parts revealed by the injury.

“I think I can fix this, but I’ll have to fix myself first.” The creeper cyborg let go of Biffa’s wrist, turned around, and whistled loudly. “Pack it up, everyone! We’re going back to base.”

There was a bit of sarcastic complaining from Ren, but everyone piled into the van fairly quickly. Jevin, Wels, and Ren sat in the back triple seat. Scar was driving with Doc in the passenger seat.

“Follow me, Biffa.” Keralis climbed in through the open door of the van and sat down on the far side of the vehicle, leaving Biffa the seat closest to him. “Sit in the seat and buckle the seat belt.”

The cyborg followed the instructions without hesitation. After he’d sat down, Keralis reached over Biffa and slid the door closed. The cyborg stared straight ahead as Doc had to explain to Scar how to drive.

Doc normally drove, but with only one functional arm, Scar wouldn’t let him. A few minutes later, Ren had had enough of their bickering and climbed over the divider separating the front of the car from the back. He forced Scar out of the driver’s seat and made the builder sit in the back row. Wels silently handed Scar the sword hilt that Biffa has dropped while fighting Doc.

With their seats now finalized, Ren started the van and the seven of them set off towards Area 77.

#yes biffa was wearing a black sabbath hoodie this whole interaction #he stole it from good will #BFA2001 au #hermitcraft #biffa2001 #biffaplays #docm77 #goodtimeswithscar #gtwscar #keralis #theres more hermits but im not going to tag them because they dont talk #i have many ideas for this #my writing #also i dont have anyone to talk with about this so sorry if there are any tense changes that i missed #hypnosis #mind control

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sortasirius · 5 years

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Pairing: Tony/Pepper

Words: 1282

AN: It’s not Stony which is amazing even to me. But anyway in news that is shocking I’m still very very emo over Tony.

Up on my AO3 here!

The light blinds him. He doesn’t even feel the pain anymore, the radiating, burning pain that makes his arm feels like it’s been dipped in radioactive acid and left there for about three days.

He only had to think about it. I want them gone, all of them. From Thanos to those weird flying worm Chitauri things. I am Iron Man. A snap of his fingers.

The light fades, and even though he knows that this is it, this is the end, he sees his handiwork. He sees them dissolve, from the Chitauri to Thanos’ children. And then, finally Thanos himself. It’s fiercely gratifying for Tony, to see Thanos sink to the ground, watching his whole army, everything that he cared about, turn to dust before his eyes.

He remembers, with savage pleasure, Thanos’ words to him. I hope they remember you, Stark. He didn’t know if the world would, but he knew that they would. Steve, Rhodey, Happy, Bruce Peter...Pepper and Morgan. They would remember him. He hoped they wouldn’t just remember him the way others would, for defeating Thanos or whatever. He hoped they would remember him for the stupid jokes he told, his hugs, maybe his smile. That’s what he wanted to be remembered for. The giver of juice pops, a mechanic, a friend, a father, the best goddamn kisser Virginia Pepper Potts had ever met.

After Thanos dissolved, the pain came back with a force that Tony had never experienced before. He had always thought that he had about the best pain tolerance of anyone in the world. He can still remember getting blown up by his own missle, lying in the sun-baked dirt in Afghanistan the shrapnel in his chest already working its way to his heart. He can still remember Yinsen cutting him open, saving his life. He remembers the cardiac arrest, being shot, beaten, blown up, whipped with electric whips, being stabbed with his own nanotech blade, and don’t even get him started on the non-physical pain. He’s lost so much, and even though this pain is far worse than anything he had ever experienced, it came with a sense of peace.

He sinks to the ground in the middle of the rubble of the compound, leaning against what must have been a wall once, and he tries to breathe, even as FRIDAY is spouting off system failures in his ear. Breathing hurts, and his arm feels like a used matchstick: brittle and blackened, with only six tony dots of color glowing in the twisted metal of the suit that he had worked so hard to perfect.

He sees Rhodey come into his field of vision. It’s unspoken, everything that needs to be said between them. The stupid pet names, the hugs, the last 30 years of their lives didn’t need to be talked about. But he hopes, in his eyes, which he has to force to stay open, that he can say thank you to Rhodey. Thank him for saving him with a joke in the deserts of Afghanistan, thank him for the support, constant support, even in his darkest moments, and thank him for being the type of friend that most people only dream of.

Steve runs into his field of vision. Tall, blonde, blue-eyed, Steve. It took them years to see past what made them different and embrace what made them similar, what made them friends. He had spent so much time angry at Steve, angry at what he He sees Steve crying, holding onto Rhodey, and he feels guilty for leaving Steve like this. He wants to make a dumb joke, make Steve laugh, break the tension, but he didn’t have the energy for that. Tony was glad that they were able to heal, even if they won’t be able to enjoy the healing for as long as they thought.

Bruce. Hulk? No, it’s Bruce. Bruce limps into his field of vision, one arm as twisted and blackened as his own. He was right, Tony couldn’t survive snapping his fingers, but since when had he ever listened to reason anyway. He looked at Bruce with pride. He remembered, all those years ago when he had told him, you’re tip-toeing big man, you’ve gotta strut, and Bruce had finally figured out a way to do just that. He loves Bruce like a brother, and he hopes that Bruce knew that, even as he struggles to push the pain away, stave off the inevitable so he could take in the beauty of the world, his world.

Then there’s Peter, swinging in and collapsing in front of him. Tony feels a little guilty, as his eyes darken a little more, to be leaving the kid like this. There are things he wants to tell him, that’s he’s proud of him, that he missed him, that he loves him. He wants to be there for Peter, give him the kind of relationship he never had with his father. He hears Peter say he’s sorry, and if one arm wasn’t useless and the other too weak, he would reach out to him, tell him not to worry. It’s not like he knew where he was going, but he would tell Peter he was going to a better place. Peter cries, and it breaks Tony’s heart into a million pieces.

And then there she is. In that blue suit that he made in the color of the dress she wore when they danced for the first time. She had been there through everything. Through the playboy weapons builder, through the kidnapping, through Iron Man, through Vanko, through New York, through his obsessive suit building, through Thanos, through the Snap, through his terror of being a father, through every single bit of life he always thought was too difficult to love him through. And now, through this.

He can only whisper it, but she needs to know that he can hear her, that he’s still there.

“Hey Pep.”

She kneels down beside him, puts her hand over his fading arc-reactor, and hears FRIDAY say his life functions are critical. Something they both already knew. He looks away from her, so tired, but she calls his name, and he looks back at her, beautiful in a trillion different ways. She says his name, and he thinks of all the ways he could tell her that he loves her, that he loves her and Morgan more than every circuit in his suit, more than every star in the Universe, more than every drop of water in the heaving oceans.

“We’re gonna be okay.”

How does she know exactly what he needs to hear? He wants to ask her how she knows him better than he knows himself, how she can be the most amazing mother, wife, fighter, warrior, gardener, composter, and still manage to find time to understand the intricacies of the machine inside his head better than he ever could.

He wants to ask, but it hurts to breathe. The world is getting dark, and holding up his head to meet her eyes is getting harder by the second. She seems to know this, because he hears her say,

“You can rest now.”

He wants to make sure that her eyes are the last thing he sees. And as the pain fades slowly into the darkness, he smiles, knowing that he is loved. He is loved not only for the things he’s done for the world, but for the things he’s done for the people that he loves the most. He looks at Pepper, the most stunning thing that no one but the heavens could have created, and he smiles, sighs, and his arc-reactor gently fades to black.

#tony stark #pepper potts #endgame spoilers #endgame #avengers endgame #avengers #bruce banner #steve rogers #rhodey #james rhodes #peter parker #pepperony #writing #fanfiction #hey guys this is very sad

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thedeaditeslayer · 5 years

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Go Behind the Scenes of the Official Evil Dead 2 Escape Room With Exclusive Images.

Click the link above to view some exclusive behind the scenes pics from the upcoming officially licensed escape room! The article is below.

The Evil Dead franchise debuted back in 1981 and, in the decades since, has grown to become one of the most beloved franchises in horror. Fans are constantly seeking ways to show their love for the series, whether that be through collecting memorabilia inspired by the films or traveling to conventions to meet those involved with bringing the narrative to life. Beginning this summer, fans will have an all-new way to celebrate their love for the series, as Hourglass Escapes - Seattle Escape Room Games will debut the first official Evil Dead 2 escape room, which will not only immerse yourself in the world of the film, but will also present challenges to solve that reflect the events of the film.

Hourglass Escapes Creative Director and Game Designer Seth Wolfson spearheaded the passion project, blending his love of the film with his skills designing escape rooms to bring fans an experience that was not only challenging, but also authentic to the world created by Evil Dead 2 director Sam Raimi. You can learn more about the escape room here.

ComicBook.com recently caught up with Wolfson to discuss the projects biggest challenges and what is sure to make Evil Dead 2 fans most happy. You can also check out behind-the-scenes images of the video vignettes that will taunt and torment the players, which will star Yuri Lowenthal as Professor Raymond Knowby, Gretchen Douma as the Rules Reader, Andrea Hays as Henrietta, and Donal Thoms-Capello delivering his own unique version of Ash Williams. The video sequences were directed by Ben Rock.

ComicBook.com: What makes this escape room an authentic Evil Dead 2 experience as opposed to just a generic escape room with a coat of Evil Dead 2 paint slapped on it?

Seth Wolfson: I think that part of it is that we're officially licensed by the studio. We're trying to embody Evil Dead films because we're allowed to, but a lot of other escape rooms are merely inspired by the movies. They're like, "Oh, this is kind of Evil Dead-ish." And then they want to mix in all these other genres. And it's fine. And some of them are really, really great. I don't want to sound like I'm putting them down. But ours is not just an homage to Evil Dead. We are trying to give an Evil Dead 2 experience and let the players actually be part of it. Like, the fans will get their taste of what they want and the non-fans or people who have never seen it will be like, "Oh, that was fun. Maybe I'm going to go check out this movie," and they're going to have a good time.

Obviously the experience will really appeal to Evil Dead 2 fans, but will those unfamiliar with it have just as much fun?

The story is the cabin has materialized within the walls of our building, and the players have joined a ghost hunting group that they found on Craigslist. And as players, when you buy your tickets or even online, on our website, you can download the player pack which gives the characters and costume ideas. So now, if you've never seen the movie or if you've seen the movie, you're coming in playing these other characters, so they're outside the world, that are now going to interact with the Evil Dead 2 world. And they're actually even given props in the lobby that those characters need to help save Ash and stop the Evil Dead spirits and ghosts and demons from destroying the world, doing their thing.

So it's both a unique and entertaining experience in its own right that also feels like an offshoot of the events of the film?

I like to think of it, it is something that's happening within Evil Dead 2 that nobody has ever seen as they watch the movie. It just kind of happened and came and went and Ash just happened to never mention an escape room in Seattle, which he really should have. Unofficially.

How long have you been developing this idea?

I started planning this on paper actually like three years ago just for fun, in my head and on paper, just for me. And then this past December we contacted the people who own the rights and manage them, and just within a few weeks the deal was done and they've just been awesome to deal with.

Now that the opening is just a few weeks away, what have been the unexpected challenges?

I think the biggest challenge is, I want to know that we did a good job and I won't know that until it's up and running. And I think the challenge is probably just getting everything done in time and done correctly, and with high quality. I mean, the film shoot that we're doing this weekend, we're cramming three days into two days with these amazing actors, and it's just getting it all together and getting the right people to be a part of it I think is the hardest part, but what is making this all happen.

Everybody involved is such a huge fan of Evil Dead 2. I would guess that they would all say that's their favorite in the franchise, like me, though we all love them, all the versions. Ben is like as obsessed with this movie as I ever could be. And then we have Donal as our Ash, and he's just a giant fan. I had to ask him to do something kind of silly, that I don't want to give away, but when I asked him something that most people would be like, "No way," he's like, "Absolutely." Because there's something in the game he's going to get to do that is just awesome. And then Yuri Lowenthal, who a lot of people know from a million cartoons and video games. He's maybe the biggest Evil Dead 2 fan. He was so cool as our Professor Knowby. So it's like everybody involved. The crew, the cast, the builders. They love the movie so much.

And conversely, what about the whole experience have you been most proud of?

I think it's my crew. I mean, honestly, everybody has put so much into it and I'm probably doing more delegation than anything with this escape room. I mean the prop builders, the make up artists. I feel like I'm doing the least in a lot of ways by just delegating to these other people who are doing an amazing job. That's the thing I'm most proud of, is the crew.

#Hourglass Escapes #Evil Dead II #Evil Dead 2

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