#Lucas Hart (mentioned)

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Meus ex Machina, Chapter 8: Reaching

A public domain image of two hands reaching for each other. The background is colored with indigo blue and neon green light.

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Rated: T - WC: 2472 - CW: non-graphic discussion of self harm

Some people can't help but reach out, no matter how many times they're burned. And maybe that's a good thing, in the past and now.

“And this is the kitchen, kiddo!” Patton grinned, arms open wide to show off the shiny new refrigerator and sinks he and Lucas had installed in the old house.

“I’m not your kid,” the boy muttered, hands shoved deep into patched and faded hoodie pockets. "And you're not my dad."

“Oh, well, yeah, I… I know that. I… I’m sorry. You're right.” The boy never spoke of his parents but, unlike Patton and Lucas, he'd actually known them before they abandoned him at the hospital. He almost squeezed the boy’s shoulder but pulled back at the look he—Virgil, Janus had called him—gave him.

Following Virgil’s lead, Patton tucked his own hands in his pockets and smiled just a little brighter. Man, Janus and Lucas were better with this kid than he was. He'd cast his eyes about the kitchen, looking for a distraction, when his eyes landed on the big mixer Janus had bought last week.

“You know," he said, sauntering over the kitchen and pulling out a box of Eggz and tin of margarine. "Even grown-ups get hungry.” He tried to hide it, but Patton couldn’t miss how Virgil’s were trained on the food. “How about we whip up a batch of my super-secret chocolate chip cookies?”

Virgil licked his lips, eyes narrowed. ""Chocko Chip' cookies," he said, pulling out his hands long enough to make air quotes. "Or chocolate chip?"

Patton grinned and pulled a heavy block wrapped in plasticene paper from the back of an upper cabinet. "Chocolate."

~ 

Soft footsteps announced Patton’s and V’s return from The Muse's room. V tapped an order into the cabinet and Patton spoke quietly with Silvertongue in the corner as they worked together to put away a tote of medical supplies.

Logan watched them from his med bed, eyes widening when he recognized a suture tray and a drained IV kit. V caught his gaze and gave him a little shrug. “I’mma go see how I can help Princey.” He shrugged, glancing at Patton with an odd expression. “Up on the roof. Glad to see you’re feeling a little better, Mac.”

“Let me know if you need anything, Kiddo, okay?” Patton called after him and V gave the three of them a little two-fingered salute before disappearing down the hall.

“How was he?” Logan blurted out once V had left. He gnawed at his lower lip, the barely controlled hurt on Patton’s face almost more than he could stand. The two Powereds exchanged a long look, then Janus inclined his head and followed the way V had gone.

Patton moved to Logan's side and patted his hand. The touch was warm, really warm, like holding a too-hot cup of coffee in an antique ceramic mug while waiting for it to cool. “The Muse needed stitches,” he admitted, jerking his chin toward the sharps disposal and the medical tote. “But you probably figured that.”

“Do his…” Logan’s hand twitched beneath his and Patton removed it, too quickly to stop him. “Do his powers cause him physical harm?” he continued, pushing away the ghostly echo of Patton’s warmth radiating through his skin.

“Well… Not… directly.” Patton pulled up the stool Silvertongue had used and folded his hands on his lap. His fingers were long but broad and strong-looking, with little nicks and calluses. He had a half-dozen tiny horizontal scars in various stages of healing over the backs of each hand. With a pang, Logan remembered tracing the fading scars on the backs of his own mother’s hands from her job at Entenmann's before they’d converted. 

Suddenly, Patton nodded and reached for Logan’s hand again, lightly brushing his fingers. He didn’t prod Logan’s scars, but he didn’t avoid them, either. He simply treated them like any other part of his skin.

Logan inched his hand closer.

“Did Silvertongue explain his powers to you?” Logan nodded and Patton took a deep breath before continuing. “The Muse sometimes… well, often behaves erratically when the rest of the world gets into his head. It’s—”

“Overwhelming,” Logan interrupted without really meaning to.

Patton gently squeezed his hand and didn’t let go. “Yes,” he nodded. “His room is protected, no sharps, no chemicals. He…” Patton tilted his head, gaze focused on Logan’s eyes. Assessing.

“Is he suicidal?” Icy slurry pooled in his stomach.

“Not directly,” he said again and the ice spread through Logan’s veins. “He… injures himself. I don’t believe he intends to hurt himself. His… his perceptions are…” Patton shook his head. “It can be difficult to follow all his thoughts when he’s activated. He’s told me he needs to reach the sensations he picks up. But it’s all in his mind. There’s nothing to reach.”

Logan stared down at his thighs and the stumps where his legs abruptly ended. The painkillers Silvertongue had administered dulled the ever-present ache of his phantom limb pain. But even ketorolac couldn’t free him completely of the pain of injuries in limbs he no longer had. ‘Nothing to reach,’ indeed.

He frowned. But stitches? IVs? Surely that part wasn’t from his own mind. “But how?” he finally asked. “How did he cut himself? The lower levels… What’s beneath it all? Cement?”

“Stone and wood. There were carpet tacks.” Patton stroked Logan’s hand but looked away. “We thought we’d gotten them all and replaced them with adhesive. They were… old. Zinc and non-magnetic aluminum alloy that won’t interfere with the EMF shield.” He met Logan’s eyes and continued at his little nod of understanding. “That meant we couldn’t use the sensors to double check we’d gotten them all.”

“So… nothing magnetic or… electrical can go in The Muse's room?” Logan’s eyes fell on his battery-powered wheelchair tucked in the corner. “And he can’t come out?”

“No.” Patton’s whisper still managed to sound sympathetic.

“I see.” Logan’s fingers curled a little tighter around Patton’s hand, his thumb tracing swirling shapes against the back. It didn’t seem to bother him, though, so Logan didn’t stop. “The… the next time you see The Muse…” Logan finally braved a glance up at Patton’s eyes. He smiled back at him, listening.

“The next time you see him, will you tell him how sorry I am?” Tears burned his eyes, the memory of The Muse’s pain sizzling through his brain. “I—” His voice cracked and he looked away.

“Oh, Kiddo…” Patton squeezed his hand back, voice soft. “The Muse knows it was an accident. He was in your mind,” he reminded him. “He feels bad for the pain he caused you.”

“He doesn’t need to.” Logan looked up, eyes wide. “It’s not his fault. I wish…” He looked down at the broken bits of a body he'd been left with. The only way he could see The Muse and speak to him in person would be in the arms of one of the team. Even if one of them were willing to carry him, his stomach churned at just the  thought of helplessly clinging to one of the Powereds, even one as kind as Patton.

He closed his eyes, head falling back against the pillow.

So worthless you can't even apologize to him. Can't even thank him for helping Silvertongue find you before the police did.

“I should let you rest,” Patton murmured. “Even with Ja—Silvertongue’s healing assistance, you’ve been through a lot and need to take it easy. Would you like me to lower the bed?”

His eyes snapped open. The med bay was like a fishbowl, surrounded on one side with the main common room, the other by the short hall to the cold steel kitchen. If he slept here, he’d be on display for the entire team. Good for people who needed close observation. Not good for him. He shook his head. “Would you bring my chair?”

“Of course.” Patton rushed to fetch it then stood next to it. “Can I—” He reached for him then let his hand lower. “How can I help you?”

Even with the med bed lowered, it was a bit of a drop down to his chair. But if he was lucky, he could make it on his own. “Perhaps… would you be willing to hold the chair steady for me?”

Nodding, Patton put one foot behind the wheel and locked his grip around the handles. Logan shimmied himself closer, scrabbling for a hold when he listed dangerously close to the opposite side of the bed. After a bit of work, he wiggled toward the edge, parallel to the seat, then pushed himself off the bed.

He landed with a quiet oof in the seat, grunting when his hip grazed an armrest.

“Are you alright?” Patton asked, hands fluttering closer before pulling them away.

Logan smiled, tight and not quite able to speak in a normal tone as pain radiated over his hip and down his phantom leg. He reached over his shoulder to pat the Powered’s hand and nodded.  “I’m good,” he managed and turned on the chair motors. “Thank you. For your help.”

“Absolutely anytime, Machina.” Patton gave him another smile. “Anything you need, please don’t ever be afraid to ask.” He watched quietly while Logan turned his chair and moved to the hallway. “I’ll call you for dinner in about an hour?”

“Actually,” he started, then turned around to face him again. Patton’s brow pinched with worry but he waited and listened. “Would you call me when it’s time to…” He shrugged and looked toward the common room. “Perhaps I can help set the table?” Logan tried to smile and moved his chair back and forth a few inches at top speed. “Use my unfair advantage?”

Patton chuckled and nodded. “You got it, Machina. I’ll call for you. Get some rest in the meantime.”

“I will. Thank you.” Logan��s smile strengthened, then he turned with a little nod and rolled down the hall. When Logan returned to his room, though, he didn’t lie down. Instead, he closed the door and wheeled himself to the window. 

The Prince’s Illusion only worked one way and though from the outside, Logan sat on the other side of a boarded up bay window, he could see perfectly through to the violets and daisies growing outside. The sill was nearly the same height as the seat of his chair and it had only taken him a few days’ practice to work out the best way to wiggle out of his wheelchair and onto the soft cushions.

He hadn’t yet worked out which of them had set this up. While the window frame was old, likely renovated from the original structure, the pillows were stitched from the same durable ecosynth cloth as the Mad Lads’ suits. Throughout the house, there were other window seats and benches, but none at this height. They'd built this for him.

Leaning back against the pillows in the deep window seat, Logan closed his eyes. If the prisoner in the basement wasn’t quite a prisoner, what did that mean for the rest of the team’s behavior? Was all of this, the accommodations, the care… Was it all… real?

And how would he ever make amends for not once, but twice, harming one of their own?

~

Despite Logan's best efforts to stay awake, it felt like only seconds later when Patton’s soft voice spilled from the comms speaker in his room. He jerked upright, hand reaching automatically for the spot next to his thigh for his chair’s control box. His fingers closed on air.

A half-second of panic later, Logan remembered where he was and took a deep breath. “I’ll be right there,” he called back. Moving carefully, he slid back into his chair and hurried out to the kitchen.

His stomach grumbled before he’d even gotten past the med bay, the aromas of fresh tomatoes and beans from the team’s backyard garden blending with cumin and cayenne. Patton smiled at him, stirring a bubbling pot, and gestured to a stack of bowls, napkins, and utensils on a low counter.

“If you meant it, it would be a big help if you set the table. Ultraviolet and The Prince are up on the roof and Silvertongue’s on a call.” 

“Of course I meant it.” Two at a time, Logan transferred the stack of bowls to his lap, then added the napkins. Taken together, he was able to lean and use his stub of a left arm to hold them steady while he steered his chair to the table.

He steadfastly ignored the way Patton pretended not to monitor his progress. He did appreciate, though, how he’d been spared the indignity of having to wait as he took down the dishes for him and placed them in his lap as though he were a child.

Setting the table went slowly and by the time he’d finished and returned to the kitchen for cups, Patton had already transferred the chili to a serving bowl and was filling a pitcher with ice and the sweet electrolyte drink the team favored. Though reluctant to admit it, Logan had begun to enjoy it with their meals, as well.

What Patton hadn’t done, though, was pull down the drinkware from their high cabinet. After scanning the counters one last time in case he’d somehow missed them, Logan swallowed his dwindling pride and looked up at Patton. “Would you mind getting the cups down for me?”

“Oh, right!” He sealed the lid on the pitcher but didn’t move from his work. “We transferred them to the cabinet by the fridge.” Patton pointed to the low cabinets in easy reach from his chair. “Silvertongue mentioned your bloodwork showed signs of chronic dehydration. Figure it’s easier for you to drink more if you can reach them yourself.”

Logan opened the first cabinet. Recessed lights glowed, revealing stacks of cups and bowls and plates. The front of the shelf ended in an inch-tall lip and, experimentally, Logan tugged it. It rolled toward, putting the dishes in easy reach. He looked up at Patton, eyes wide.

Patton shrugged. “I’m still working on the rest of the kitchen, but we’ve got all the basics there.”

“This is…” Logan bent in his chair to look under the cabinet and slid the shelf back and forth. The rollers were pneumatically assisted, allowing him to use just a single finger to move it. “This is very thoughtful, Patton. Thank you.”

“We’ll need Ultraviolet to make more parts,” he said, picking up a dish of cornbread and the pitcher. Logan quickly followed and stacked the cups between his leg and the side of his chair. “There’s a lot more to do,” Patton admitted. “Maybe after dinner you could help figure out what’s the next best mod to tackle?”

“I—I’d like that,” Logan nodded and followed him out of the room, casting one last glance at the steel kitchen. The whole room felt just a little warmer. “I’d like that a lot.”

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Moon Breaks Knight | Explicit | 102k

Author: alchemystique Artist: sleepykiart Artist: kaspurrcat [ twitter / tumblr ] Beta Reader: pinklunamoth Beta Reader: ZoSouthy

Eddie has enjoyed the quiet solitude of the forest for years – the shifting breeze in the branches of trees he knows as well as himself, the den of chittering foxes and the mysterious hart who appears so rarely, the white ash tree that has grown up around him as he built a fortress away from the town he’d grown up in, away from the ghosts of his past.

Eddie has little desire to be drawn into the conflict stirring around the kingdom, but wards Eddie has spent his own blood, sweat, tears and song to build begin to fail, and woods that haven’t seen a visitor in decades keep shuffling people along towards the clearing in the forest where Eddie has made his home. The village where he’d buried his mother is destroyed by a darkness Eddie doesn’t understand, and wolves draw ever closer.

Fic | Art (kaspurrcat) | Art (sleepykiart)

Pairings: Steve/Eddie, Minor Robin/Nancy, Minor Lucas/Max Characters: Robin, Nancy, Mike, Lucas, Erica, Max, Dustin, Gareth Tags: witch!Eddie, werewolf!Steve, Fantasy AU, elemental magic, blood, gore, romance, dark themes, alternating POV, slow burn Trigger Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, gore, mentions of abuse

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Current Top 10 Ships:

Honorable Mention: Linstead (Erin Lindsay and Jay Halstead)- Chicago P.D.

10. Lucaya (Lucas Friar and Maya Hart)- Girl Meets World

9. Calzona (Callie Torres and Arizona Robbins)- Grey’s Anatomy

8. MerDer (Meredith Grey and Derek Shepherd)- Grey’s Anatomy

7. Dawsey (Gabby Dawson and Matt Casey)- Chicago Fire

6. Slexie (Mark Sloan and Lexie Grey)- Grey’s Anatomy

5. Skyeward (Daisy “Skye” Johnson and Grant Ward)- Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

4. Jolex (Jo Wilson and Alex Karev)- Grey’s Anatomy

3. Delena (Damon Salvatore and Elena Gilbert)- The Vampire Diaries

2. Romanogers (Natasha Romanoff and Steve Rogers)- MCU

Japril (Jackson Avery and April Kepner)- Grey’s Anatomy

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Some Yugioh Dub Names I Actually Like

Because sometimes these dubs can do things right. The name changes I’m gonna mention here are all either justified changes or just fitting names in general, to the point where I actually use a few of these over the Japanese names.

Lua and Luca to Leo and Luna

Those sub names are fucking confusing, have a bajilion different spellings and are easy to mix up. “Leo” and “Luna” still definitely give off a twin name vibe while not being too similar and are also way easier to use. Also, “Leo” means lion and lions are prideful and loud and is a fire sign, associating it with the sun. “Luna” means moon and the moon is quiet and reflective and is often outshined by the sun. Their dub names reflect their characters perfectly.

Obomi to Lillybot

“Lillybot.” How can you hear that name and not melt a little? It’s so cute. And definitely something a 13 year old would come up with when using the word “litterbot” as a base.

“Other Yugi” to Yami Yugi

I didn’t watch this one in sub but from the clips I’ve seen, the implication really does seem to be that Yugi has had this other spirit inside him for who knows how long that all his friends know and not one of them though to come up with a way to differentiate them outside of calling him the “other Yugi.” The nickname Yami is cute, even if it wasn’t used after like… season 3? XD Other than that though, I like it.

Haruto Tenjo to Hart Tenjo

“Hart” is a cute name, dammit. Also, he is Kaito’s entire motivation in part 1, or, in other words, his “heart.” I don’t know if that was intentional or if I’m reaching but it’s cute.

Revolver to Varis

Yeah… I gotta admit I do kinda like this name, not to the point where I use it over his original name, he’ll always be Revolver to me, but I do think it’s admirable how, when they were likely required to change his name since a revolver is a gun and American censorship is… the way it is, they just changed his name to a lesser known but BIGGER gun. That is hilarious, and pretty much exactly what I’d do in that situation. “Oh, the gun boy with bullet earrings and a gun based deck can’t be named after a gun?! Well fuck you too then. Lemme just Google some gun names real quick.” I have no idea if that’s what happened, but it’s what I like to imagine.

Darkness to Nightshroud

Okay, credit where credit is due to this dub I hate with a passion: Nightshroud is a pretty badass name. I still enjoy the simplicity of the name “Darkness” but I get how it could be confusing in a dub and it’s not like any of the symbolism behind the name is lost, his whole thing is still the power of darkness, he just has a cooler name.

Tokunosuke Omoteura to Flip Turner

I can’t even spell Flip’s sub name without Googling it. I watched Zexal for the first time in sub and prefer it that way but I still call him Flip because it’s way easier to type and just far more memorable, especially since he’s the first character I can remember who used a flip deck. Yeah, it’s a silly pun but he’s a silly character so I don’t mind it.

Ute, Hyugo, and Joeri to Yuto, Yugo, and Yuri

I have no idea if this was just a weird romanization of their names or what but every last one of these names have the same first sound yet were initially spelled completely different in the Japanese episodes (and I don’t just mean the subtitling, I mean the footage of the episode itself before it was touched by the subtitles). Giving them all the “Yu” prefix groups them with Yuya which ties them together in a smart way considering the fact that they’re counterparts. It’s also way less confusing that way. Who the fuck would guess “Joeri” is pronounced “Yuri” if they haven’t seen Arc V?!

Pandor to Pandora

Very minor change, I just enjoy the implication that Ryoken “opened Pandora’s box” when he created her. Okay, this one is definitely just me being a nerd. Moving on.

Anna Kozuki to Anna Kaboom

That’s just fun, I can’t help it. Yeah it’s over the top and dumb but so is Anna so the name suits her. Admittedly, I like Zexal’s name changes in general. They’re mostly non-intrusive and some actually feel justified. Either that or they’re just fun like Lillybot and Anna Kaboom.

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nhl teams graded on attractiveness by me, a self-proclaimed judge of all hot men

ana: B+

strongest contributors: trevor zegras, jamie drysdale

despite losing josh manson (he’s in a better place now <3) they are a solid team but there’s definitely room to improve.

ari: F

there’s is literally nobody who contributes to the hotness of this team

bos: B

strongest contributors: charlie coyle, matt grzelcyk

knowing absolutely nothing about anyone really on this team, they’re a very (slightly above) average looking team

buf: C+

strongest contributors: owen power, dylan cozens, tage thompson

there’s a few that bring the average down but overall, not bad

cgy: B

strongest contributors: matthew tkachuk, elias lindholm

look, they might not be everyone’s favourite but i think the main group of guys are all cute. however marks taken off because most of them are married i think

car: C

strongest contributors: andrei svechnikov

almost all of them look like different variations of the same average looking man

chi: B-

strongest contributors: kirby dach

honourable mention to dylan strome.

col: A+

strongest contributors: everyone except jack johnson

this one doesn’t even need an explanation

cbj: A-

strongest contributors: nick blankenburg, boone jenner, cole sillinger

their original mark was B- but then i watched that new video and bumped them up. they fly under the radar (literally because i sometimes forget they’re a team) but they’re surprisingly good looking

dal: D

strongest contributors: tyler seguin, roope hintz

i’m just not interested in them tbh

det: D-

strongest contributors: mo seider, lucas raymond

this is very generous of me

edm: D

strongest contributors: leon draisaitl, dylan holloway

these two are the only attractive ones, there’s a couple others who aren’t bad looking but… let’s just say i feel bad for oilers fans

fla: C-

strongest contributors: ben chiarot, gustav forsling

i actually got bored while i was looking through their roster photos

lak: C

strongest contributors: alex turcotte, alex iafallo

there’s a couple other decent ones but meh

min: B

strongest contributors: matt boldy, tyson jost

literally a 50/50 split. they do have potential though and the boldy/josty duo really bumps up their mark

mtl: C+

strongest contributors: josh anderson, nick suzuki, cole caufield

they kinda look like soccer players also why does cole look 12 in his headshot

nsh: C-

strongest contributors: roman josi

josi carries. they aren’t bad but also not amazing

njd: A

strongest contributors: jack hughes, ty smith, nico hischier

they have a few cute guys but then the rest are just meh. i feel like there’s a lot of old guys so that brings them down too

nyi: C

strongest contributors: anthony beauvillier, matt martin

they seem very old. if tito leaves, their mark is taking a serious hit

nyr: D-

strongest contributors: braden schneider, dryden hunt?

i actually can’t stand them so yeah😐

ott: D+

strongest contributors: josh norris, tim stützle

i literally know like 5 people on this team. they’re not bad though, honestly was pleasantly surprised when i looked at their roster

phi: F

strongest contributors: carter hart

sorry gingers just aren’t my type

pit: B

strongest contributors: sidney crosby, richard rakell, john marino

they collectively give off dilf energy and i kinda love them for it

sjs: D+

strongest contributors: thomas bordeleau, william ekland, jasper weatherby

not even bordy can save them. i don’t know anyone else on this team and i don’t think i want to anyway

sea: B+

strongest contributors: jordan eberle, matty beniers, haydn fleury

this one feels controversial but i think for the most part, they’re a fairly attractive team

stl: D-

strongest contributors: jordan kyrou

kyrou is the only one i can stand on this team and even that is being nice

tbl: D-

strongest contributors: ross colton, brandon hagel

ew

tor: D-

strongest contributors: mitch marner

this one is actually shocking, maybe if they had cuter players they’d do better in the playoffs

van: A-

strongest contributors: quinn hughes, elias pettersson, brock boeser, nils höglander

they hold a special place in my heart (would be A+ but tyler myers and brad hunt)

vgk: F

strongest contributors: brendan brisson

i think bren might be the only attractive one?

wsh: D-

strongest contributors: tom wilson

honourable mention to dilf tj oshie because i believe he’s a girl dad??

wpg: D+

strongest contributors: pierre luc dubois, nikolaj ehlers, blake wheeler

i thought pld would be the only one so props to them.

#don’t come at me pls #this is a JOKE #but also come argue with me if u disagree #team grades

[stranded-in-salem]

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warnings: graphic description of murder

Norma’s POV:

Knowing none of them would be able to go back to sleep, the three of them carried on down the hallway. Even just thinking about Mateo’s corpse made Norma feel sick. It had only been about a week since she & everyone else had been trapped in this experiment, but it had felt like an eternity. She could barely even remember the other people who had died.

On the topic of death, Norma had wondered: were they actually dead? The answer to that, she was unsure, but Ollie had mentioned before Bennie’s execution that this whole “game” was just an experiment. With that circling around in her mind, Norma had hope that everyone who had passed would still be alive, somewhere.

Thinking about everyone else made Norma feel a little determined to get out of here. However, that determination quickly faded away when the group came across 2 doors.

On the left was a door labeled “Security.” The door on the right was labeled “Main Office.”

“Guess this is the end of the hallway.” Luca sighed. “What do we do from here?”

As Norma racked her brain thinking about what the group could do, Ollie spoke up. “I.. think I have an idea,” they said, fidgeting with something in their pocket. “but it might be risky.”

“Can’t be as risky as anything we’ve done in the past 2 hours.” Luca shrugged. “What have you got for us?”

Ollie pointed toward the Main Office door. “He’s in there.” they mumbled. “That’s where he usually is. Go in there & try to distract him.” “Distract him?” Norma questioned. “Yes.” they nodded. “Buy me a little bit of time.” “& what will you be doing?” Luca asked.

Ollie said nothing, approaching the Security door & opening it up. Why that door was unlocked, Norma had no idea. Ollie walked inside without another word.

Norma & Luca looked at each other.

“You ready, Norma?” Luca asked. “Ready as I’ll ever be.” Norma responded.

Luca’s POV:

Busting down the door, Luca & Norma entered the Main Office only to be greeted by a man already standing in front of them. He had light brown hair that went just a little bit past his shoulders, along with a little tophat that was half-&-half, black & white. His suit was the same. It was like he had no skin at all; he was made entirely out of almost raw-looking meat. He appeared to be wearing a green, fuzzy mask that covered the upper half of his face.

“Ah, Luca Warner & Norma Hart,” he said, in the exact same voice they had heard over the intercom everyday. “What a pleasure to finally meet you in person, despite the dire situation we’re in.” “Cut the small talk.” Norma crossed her arms. “Who are you?” “I am known simply as The Grunch. For the past 20 years, I have been working here in my laboratory, testing out many experiments. For fun.” “For fun?” Luca raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “Yes, for fun!” The Grunch grinned. “Now, normally, I hate working with actual humans, but my ASM - short for Artificial Subject Maker - was already in permanent sleep mode, so I had to make do.”

Artificial Subject Maker? What did he mean by that? Frankly, Luca was confused.

“The look of confusion on your face tells me you have no idea what that means, huh?” he asked. “I wouldn’t expect you to. In a nutshell, the ASM used to make subjects for me to test on. Simple as that.” “It used to? Why would you shut it down?”

The Grunch rolled his eyes. “You two are a curious sort, aren’t you? Always asking questions.. Luckily, I love to over-explain. One day, roughly 16 years ago, the ASM had made a most marvelous subject: Test Subject 0LL13.”

Luca should hear Norma gasp, albeit very quietly.

“Test Subject 0LL13 - or as you know them, Ollie - was quite skilled when it came to testing. They could pass almost every test I set out for them. So, I shut down the ASM & decided to focus my time on studying Test Subject 0LL13.”

He grabbed a mug off of his table behind him & took a sip. “I gave them my most difficult tests, & they passed every single one. It was fascinating to me, how one being could do this. However, like most creatures on this planet, Test Subject 0LL13 started to grow unmotivated. Tired. Exhausted.” “So, you tested them every single day until they got burnt out?” “Precisely! That was not my intention, however. To make things right, I started rewarding them after every test. One of these rewards was a laptop, with limited internet access. Despite this limited access, Test Subject 0LL13 had found themselves on an online game: Town of Salem.”

Oh no.

“To my surprise, Test Subject 0LL13 had found themselves fascinated with this game, playing it during the very small amount of free-time they had. Inbetween tests, it was all they would talk about. This gave me an idea.”

Oh no. Luca could predict how The Grunch’s spiel was going to end.

“So, for the past 7 years, my goons & I have been preparing a very special experiment: the same one you all participated in! & despite this experiment being on a whim, there is some very interesting data I’ve found out during this!” “&.. what kind of data would that be?” “None of your business. Purely confidential.”

After taking another sip from his mug, The Grunch set it back down on the table. “Now, I’ve rambled on for long enough. How about we get down to business?”

The Grunch looked straight into Luca & Norma’s eyes. Luca felt chills run down their spine.

“You two are.. hm, how should I put this? Unpredictable.” he said. “Out of everything that’s happened throughout this little experiment of mine, your alliance was unexpected. I’m surprised you two are still alive, to be perfectly honest!” “..what do you mean by that?” Luca asked, sticking her hand in her pocket. “You two are the Veteran & the Investigator, yes? Very important town roles. It’s just fascinating to me that nobody tried to kill you two off.” “Nobody in this experiment knows ANYTHING about this game, dude!”

The Grunch sighed. “Yes, I suppose it would have helped if I had chosen people who actually knew anything about the game. That would have been a waste of time, though. It’s a lot easier to just randomly select people, you know- oh, & I’m rambling again! You’ve got me rambling.” “We didn’t do anything.” “Oh, whatever. Let’s actually get to the point now.”

The Grunch spun around & grabbed something off of his desk. He turned back around. It was a gun.

“I would have loved to announce that since you two are the only remaining town members, you’ve won, but you’ve found your way into my lab. Not to mention, you killed my goons.” “Well, maybe your goons shouldn’t have threatened us then.” Luca rolled their eyes. “It was necessary! Anyways, you have to die now!” “I don’t know anything about Town of Salem,” Norma said. “but I don’t think the winners get killed by a Grinch ripoff.”

“A GRINCH RIPOFF?!” The Grunch yelled. “I’m not a Grinch ripoff!” “What’s with the Grinch mask then?” “Well, I’d tell you, but you’re about to die, so really there’s no point.” he shrugged, aiming the gun at Luca & Norma. “Goodbye-” “Wait!” Norma perked up. “What?” “How do we know this isn’t part of the experiment too?”

The Grunch glared at her. “..the experiment is over. It was over the moment you broke into my lab. Oh, & speaking of the experiment,” he said, getting distracted again. “Everyone who died in the experiment is dead for real!” “..what??” “You didn’t know? Do you think I have virtual reality systems set up here? Of course not! This is all natural!” “So you took people from their lives & put them all in an experiment where they had to KILL EACH OTHER to win?” “Yea. That’s pretty much the gist of it.” The Grunch shrugged. “That’s fucked up. This whole thing is fucked up. & you said it was for FUN?” “Yes! & speaking of fun, you know what would be more fun than talking about this?” he grinned, changing his gun’s aim toward Luca. “Do I even need to guess?” they responded. “Probably not. Now, goodbye-”

Before The Grunch could do anything, the ground started shaking beneath them.

“Wh- hey, what’s up with this earthquake? This wasn’t on the news!”

Luca whipped out her gun & aimed it at The Grunch. “Goodbye, asshole!”

She shot the gun at The Grunch.

The bullet flew straight toward his chest, but in an unsatisfying manner, it was deflected.

“Oh, how funny.” The Grunch laughed. “You thought you could kill me with that puny gun?” “Uh.. yeah? I kinda did?” The Grunch chuckled some more. “Oh, you humans are silly. The only way you can kill me is with a very specific gun: the Mayor’s gun, in fact!” “How were we supposed to know that-” “Unfortunately, neither of you have the Mayor’s gun, so-”

A gunshot.

Before they knew it, The Grunch collapsed onto the ground, clutching his chest to prevent himself from bleeding out. Luca & Norma turned around.

There stood Ollie, with the Mayor’s gun. They had just shot it at The Grunch.

“May God have mercy on your soul.” Ollie mumbled.

The Grunch coughed up an unknown liquid, glaring at Ollie. “Y-You.. you TRAITOR!” he yelled, struggling to stay up. “You betrayed me! How- how COULD you? After all I’ve done for you?” “After all you’ve done for me? You’ve done nothing but study me, & put me through all of your stupid tests!” Ollie yelled back. “This entire experiment was for you!” The Grunch spat out some more ‘blood’. “I built this whole town, planned this whole thing for YOU- & this is how you repay me?”

Luca could see Ollie shaking.

“People died because of this experiment.” Ollie said, their voice cracking. “Real people died. & not only that, you-” they faltered, tears falling out of their eyes. “You took my memories away.. & for what? So I would comply with the rules of this sad excuse of a test?”

The Grunch chuckled as the walls of the building started to crack. “I took your memories away because I knew you’d rat me out. & I was right - the day you got your memories back, you told everyone it was all just a test. You-”

The building was crumbling apart around them. “We don’t have time for this!” Norma yelled. “The building’s gonna collapse on us if we stay in here any longer!”

“What do you mean it-” The Grunch paused, thinking for a second. “THE SECURITY ROOM!” he screamed, glaring at Ollie. “DID YOU SHUT DOWN THE SECURITY?”

Before Ollie could answer, The Grunch grasped onto Ollie’s ankle. They tried to shake him off, but he was too strong. “If I’m going down, SO ARE YOU, BRAT!”

A piece of the ceiling above them roughly around the same size of a baseball fell down right next to Luca. Acting without thinking, she grabbed the ceiling piece & threw it right at The Grunch, hitting him right in the face, hoping it would make him lose the grip on Ollie. Unfortunately, his hand was still firmly grasped on their ankle.

The Grunch turned toward Luca, sending shivers down their spine. “How DARE Y-” he started, but was interrupted by another piece of the ceiling roughly the same size as a kickball hitting him right on top of his head, knocking him out. His grasp loosened.

“C’mon, let’s go!”

The group ran out of The Grunch's office, but found themselves lost pretty quickly. The fact that the entire building was falling apart wasn't exactly helping the situation. "This way!" Norma shouted, pointing toward a hallway. They all started running down the hallway, hoping that it was the right way.

Luca could see a door up in the distance. As the group got closer, she could see that it had the word “EXIT” written on it. Filled with determination to get out before getting crushed to death, Luca ran as fast as they possibly could.

Their heart was beating faster than it ever had, pounding in their chest. It was a horrible feeling to Luca. As the walls filled with more & more cracks, the group reached the door. Luca kicked it open with all their might, & they all stumbled out of the building down to the grass & dirt. Exhausted, & out of breath, they all turned around to face the building. They watched as it finally collapsed on itself.

It was no more. The building was no more. The experiment was no more. The Grunch was no more.

As they caught their breath, Luca could hear Ollie quietly sobbing, mumbling something that Luca wasn’t able to hear. Looking back at the now-destroyed building, Luca couldn’t help but think: they had made it out alive. Her, Norma, & Ollie all made it out. But everyone else that was in there? They’re gone for good now.

Luca felt sick. This whole experiment was fucked in the first place. Mateo, Beau, everyone who was forced to participate should have lived. None of them should’ve gone through that. What happened to them happened though, & Luca couldn’t go back in time to prevent any of it.

& what about the future? The 3 of them were out of the experiment, sure, but now they were lost in the middle of nowhere. They were lost, without access to any device they could use to call friends & family, & they had no idea how far away they were from anybody else. Luca had no clue what was in store for the 3 of them now.

Luca recalled something Ollie had said to them before. “We can use his technology to find your way home,” they had mentioned. That tech - whatever it was - was gone now, destroyed underneath the rubble. Luca looked up at Norma. Norma looked back at them.

“So, Luca..” Norma sighed. “How do you think we’re gonna find our way home?”

Luca really, really wished she had an answer for her. She wished she had an answer for anything. She didn’t, though.

“I..” they mumbled. “I don’t know, Norma. But I’m sure we’ll find our way soon. I promise.”

#stranded in salem #town of salem #the escape #a hee hee :]

[stranger-who-writes-fiction]

so after reading supergirl woman of tomorrow I’ve been really hungry for comics with really good art. comics that I’ve enjoyed (thanks to recs from friends) are cosmoknights and paper girls.

so I wanted to ask, do you have any recs (supergirl or not) for comics with great art?

OOOOoooh, I do indeed have some recommendations! (I too am always hungry for Really Good Comic Art, and I'll admit that I'm still working to go outside my comfort zone and try new creators/types of stories, so this list is not exhaustive! But hopefully some of these titles can act as springboards for further exploration--that's how I've been going about it!)

RIGHT, SO! In terms of 'cape comics' and superhero stuff:

Stuart Immonen's Superman: Secret Identity. Immonen is regarded as one of the best 'cape comics' artists out there. He's since moved on to self-published indie titles, but yeah. Not only is this a great 'Superman' story but also, like:

Russell Dauterman's Thor run with Jane Foster. Since Love and Thunder recently came out, I think they've collected this story in it's own trade, so it's maybe easier/cheaper to hunt down? Otherwise it's available in three hardcover omnibuses (omnibi???) and it's basically gorgeous:

Anything with Darwyn Cooke art. New Frontier is the big one but pretty much all of his work is phenomenal.

Elena Casagrande's Black Widow run. Eisner-winning book that Marvel decided to cancel at issue 15. *cue frustrated grumbling* The run has several fill in artists but when Casagrande's on? Beautiful double page spreads and, since it's a Kelly Thompson book, a whole lotta De Luca effect!

(Note: The book itself is not in black and white, I believe this was shared either by Casagrande or Thompson via a newsletter to show the process/bts stuff)

**Cliff Chiang's Catwoman Lonely City. The artist behind Papergirls doing a stellar 'Old Lady Selina' book. Great stuff.

**Greg Smallwood's Human Target. Tom King gets all the good artists, I tell ya! XD Really lovely homage to mid-century illustration, and a fairly compelling Noir-y murder mystery, told with superheroes!

Anything with Jamal Campbell art: I think the 'second season' of Naomi just wrapped (which is literally what they called the comic--not to be confused with the actual TV season ) and **Far Sector is also out as a completed trade. I *love* the way Campbell renders his figures. (And it's all him! Inks, colors, the whole deal!)

Dan Mora's Batman/Superman World's Finest. Everything Dan Mora draws is just flat-out awesome. Slick! Dynamic! Begging for an animated adaptation of some sort! Would also recommend checking out his Power Rangers stuff (he's got this very cool oneshot about like. Redemption Arc Alt-Universe Kimberly Hart/Pink Ranger. It's great.) and I've not read it myself but **Once and Future is coming to a close, so if you're into Arthurian Legends, that might be one to look in to.

Honorable Cape Comic Mentions: Anything and Everything by either Chris Samnee or Doc Shaner. (Daredevil and the current, ongoing Mary Marvel title especially.) For Samnee, beautiful use of spot blacks and a mastery of sequential storytelling; for Shaner, his color game is on point and his character acting/figure work is wonderful.

Cape Comic Anthologies:

Batman Black and White, Superman Red and Blue, Wonder Woman Black and Gold, Solo, and Wednesday Comics. Anthology books are usually a hard sell because there's no guarantee that you're going to enjoy all the stories, so I don't typically recommend them. However, these collections specifically focus on the art side of things--most of them feature a kind of artistic 'gimmick'. (I.e. limited color palettes, newspaper comic formatting, etc.) There's a ton of folks featured in these books--Batman Black and White especially, I think there's multiple volumes of that. A great way to find new artists to check out!

Non-Superhero Stuff:

Matías Bergara's Step by Bloody Step. The trade comes out soon; it's an entirely wordless comic, so the art literally carries the entire book. XD It's heckin' gorgeous, and OUR BOY MAT LOPES ON COLORRSSS

Jeff Smith's Bone. A classic in both black and white, and color!

Luke Pearson's Hilda. The series upon which the adorable Netflix show is based! Beautiful color design and fun panel construction throughout.

Jonathan Case's Little Monarchs. This one came out recent-ish I believe. Really compelling premise rooted in real-world science, and features in-universe 'field notes' and illustrations, all meticulously rendered.

**Elsa Charretier's Love Everlasting. Okay, you wanna know the WILD thing about Charretier??? She was an aspiring actress at one point, but she wasn't happy with it. Her partner at the time wanted to write comics, so he bluffed his way through a pitch with a pro without any pages. He asked her to draw some and BOOM, that's how she decided to teach herself how to draw comics!!! In 2012!!! Insanity. In the best way.

Tracy Butler's Lackadaisy. Easily one of the most beautiful and INCREDIBLY clever webcomics around. It's a bunch of rum-runner cats. I know Butler has a Patreon these days but I *think* the comic itself is still available for free.

Titles marked with a ** are Black Label/mature, so. Not appropriate for all ages. Just a heads up!

And there is the list! As mentioned, hopefully this is a good starting point for poking around into other corners of comic art; there's a TON of great indie titles out right now, and I gotta say, DC is doing a pretty great job with a lot of their Black Label stuff in terms of committing to artists in particular. Marvel is in a bit of a...not a slump, necessarily, but very tied to their 'house style' at the moment. (Alex Ross has a new Fantastic Four graphic novel coming out, though, so that should be interesting!)

If you have any other questions about these titles/further recs, feel free to send 'em my way!

#comic recs #stranger replies #long post #looooooong post #I've cited just the artists here but hopefully a title search will bring these up most places where comics are available

[tobyfoxthegamedev]

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[ao3feed-tyrus]

Disney Channel One-Shots

by Fan_of_many_things

Just some One Shots for some of my Disney Channel Ships

This is a mix of Canon and Non Canon ships while also having Crossover Ships

Summary for this One Shot:

Matteo and Gwen decide to finally go on a date away from camp

Words: 1093, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Andi Mack (TV), Girl Meets World, Bunk'd (TV 2015), Mighty Med (TV 2013), Lab Rats: Elite Force (TV), Lab Rats (TV 2012)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Amber (Andi Mack), Andi Mack, Buffy Driscoll, Cyrus Goodman, Iris (Andi Mack), Jonah Beck, Libby (Andi Mack), Marty (Andi Mack), T. J. Kippen, Walker Brodsky, Riley Matthews, Maya Hart, Lucas Friar, Farkle Minkus, Isadora Smackle, Isaiah "Zay" Babineaux, Jessie Prescott, Emma Ross, Zuri Ross, Ravi Ross, Xander McCormick, Lou Hockhauser, Griff Jones-McCormick, Noah Lambert, Ava King, Matteo Silva, Destiny Baker, Finn Sawyer, Gwen Flores, Bree Davenport, Chase Davenport, Skylar Storm, Kaz (Mighty Med & Lab Rats: Elite Force)

Relationships: Cyrus Goodman/T. J. Kippen, Maya Hart/Riley Matthews, Griff Jones-McCormick/Zuri Ross, Gwen Flores/Matteo Silva, Bree Davenport/Skylar Storm, Chase Davenport/Kaz

Additional Tags: Lesbian Amber (Andi Mack), Pansexual Andi Mack, Bisexual Jonah Beck, Trans Marty (Andi Mack), Pansexual Libby (Andi Mack), Lesbian Iris (Andi Mack), Pansexual Walker Brodsky, T. J. Kippen & Amber Are Siblings, T. J. Kippen & Marty Are Cousins, Bisexual Chase Davenport, Bisexual Leo Dooley, Gay Kaz (Mighty Med & Lab Rats: Elite Force), Lesbian Skylar Storm, Canon Gay Character, Canon Gay Relationship, One Shot, Fluff, Angst, One Shot Collection, Lesbian Bree Davenport, Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, Other Fandoms Not Mentioned in Tags, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

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[edupunkn00b]

Meus ex Machina, Chapter 12: Working Out

Edited public domain image of two hands reaching for each other, lit in deep blue and neon green.

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Logan is determined not to slow down the team again. It wouldn't be the first time he'd pushed his body to the limit.

Logan slipped through the locker room door just before it clanked shut, closing in three dozen or so students in the musky, humid air. "Watch it!" he warned a knot of augmented juniors as they chased past, jostling his safety glasses. His cry went unnoticed over their excited laughter.

He sidled close to the only other full Traditional he could spot, a tall, muscular sophomore. The boy may not have been born with Powers, but he’d certainly clutched a winning genetics lottery ticket on his way into the world.

“Hey, Lo, check it out!” Andrei cheered, lifting his shirt to reveal a translucent implant above his right hip. “Look what my parents got me for my birthday!” Nodding, Logan watched the lights flicker, micro-adjusting his hormone and electrolyte levels. “No more charley horses for me, huh?”

“Indeed,” he murmured. No more leg cramps, no more muscle fatigue. And with a daily boost of somatropin, he’d grow at least another foot and a half before he graduated. “Congratulations.” Logan forced a smile, adjusting his now-fogged eyeglasses. “You will certainly—”

“Alright boys, listen up!” The wrestling coach stepped up onto a nearby bench and whistled. Two freshmen with new hearing augments winced and covered their ears. He waited for the din to lessen and tapped his wrist, activating the ceiling's vid projector. Thanks to Title IV of the Powerds Integration Act, blah blah blah,” he rolled his eyes and two of the older Powerds glared at him. “We’re down to one boy’s team this year with space for five Traditionals.”

Five? Logan's stomach dropped to his feet. There had been fifteen Traditionals in last year’s team plus four alternates. He scanned the room as the coach called out the new team’s roster. Jake and Kirthi high fived behind the coach, reaching nearly his height now with the summer’s growth injections taking effect. Ben stood in the corner, dark shades covering new eyes.

Logan's mouth went dry when he realized he was the last of the Traditionals team who hadn’t yet been augmented. Tim wasn’t there, of course, though Logan saw him from time to time between classes, slouched in his motorized chair, waiting for the school’s singular elevator.

“And… Sanders,” the coach finished. Thirty four sets of eyes whipped over to him and Logan tried to stand a little taller. And tried to ignore the other student’s murmurs.

“It’ll be a good year, Coach,” he said.

Coach Roberts nodded, eyes fixed at a spot just above his head. “Suit up, boys. I want you all out and sparring in pairs in five.” 

Logan kept his eyes trained down and focused on his own preparations as the locker room exploded in activity. Laughter and slamming doors rattled his teeth, the usual scramble to shed street clothes and don stretchy singlets—or, in the case of several boys, trade in for the next size up—no longer lending him its usual energizing buzz.

The day wasn't finished with him yet. With an odd number of Traditionals on the team, it was a simple matter of the math not mathing to require a Traditional to that be paired with a Powered.

Coach Roberts patted Logan’s shoulder as he stepped up to his side of the mat. “Look, Sanders, do your best out there. No-one expects much more than that from you.”

Logan looked up into Coach Robert’s camera-ringed irises. “Y—yes, Coach,” he nodded and turned to face his opponent. The coach had at least tried to give him a chance, matching Logan with a Powered in the same weight class.

But how much did weight class really matter when your opponent’s muscles powered a skeleton stronger than titanium? When your opponent could sense your thoughts, predicting your every move?

He managed to stay on his feet for the first round. Until, at least, his sparring partner grew bored and stopped tamping down on his other abilities. In seconds, Logan was down, face jammed into the mat. He struggled but his opponent countered each twist, each desperate attempt to break free. Finally, Logan tapped out.

The Powered—a new student Logan hadn’t even learned his name—loomed over him. “Good job.” He tonelessly repeated the team’s end of match phrase and looked around for his next partner.

Logan pushed up to his feet and wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand and shook his head. “Best two out of three.”

~

“Time?” Logan panted, controller shaking in his grip as he brought the mech's hands together in the ready signal. He’d boosted the suit’s stabilizers, so from the outside, at least, his durasteel arms moved smoothly. But Logan knew. 

“219.8 seconds. Better,” V smiled encouragingly but the flatness in his tone and the twitch in his eyebrow said it all. Logan still took entirely too long to properly suit up. 

He deflated, leaned to one side in the mech’s cavity. Logan pulled in a shaking breath, fighting to slow his panting, and nodded. “Indeed. Better.” Better but not enough.

"Get your bearings and we’ll go again,” V suggested, still smiling as he passed him a towel. It was only then Logan noticed he was drenched, sweat dripping from his hair and soaking through his shirt.

Logan smiled his thanks—tried to, at least, and V nodded again, a bottle of electrolyte ready. His smile grew, just a bit. He hadn't yet exhausted V's patience. Logan would keep going for as long as he was willing to help him.

V looked up when Patton approached from the kitchen, hugging a large crate to his burly chest. The scents of strawberries and fresh bread and chocolate chip cookies intermingled in the air as he stopped. He shifted the box to one arm to wave at them. “I’m headed, ah…” He waggled his head vaguely toward the hall and Logan’s brow furrowed before understanding struck.

“Is he…” V frowned and swiped across his tablet, searching. Trying not to be obvious, Logan peeked over his shoulder and caught a glimpse of The Muse’s hallway on the screen.

“No, he—nothing’s wrong. Just…” Patton shrugged and looked down at the crate. “After yesterday, I…”

Hesper’s cryptic words from last night filled Logan’s mind. “What makes you think I didn’t trigger your alarms so I could have a little company… just like Re used to?”

“Can I help?” Logan blurted out before looking down at his useless half a hand, his broken body. His face burned, stomach knotted in shame at his utter uselessness.

Patton’s smile was gentle. “Um, that’s okay, Kiddo. I got this.” He didn’t bother to ask how precisely Logan thought he could help in a room he couldn’t reach in his mech. In a room he couldn’t even enter without assistance. Still holding the giant crate of food with one arm, he gently squeezed Logan’s—not the mech’s—shoulder. “But thanks. I’ll let you both get back to your drills.”

He gave them another little wave then headed down the hall. Listening to the elevator door open then swish closed, Logan finished his drink and passed V the empty bottle.

“Ready?” he asked, switching back to his timer.

“Yes.” Logan lowered the mech to a crouch and began to climb out. But Patton's arrival broke the dam on the flood of questions from last night. In his distraction, he nearly fell out of the cavity. “Well… wait.” He met V’s questioning glance. “What did Hesper mean… about The Prince as a little boy? Did he… Did Hesper know him back then?” V scowled down at his tablet but Logan pushed on. “Is that why he called The Muse, ‘Re?’”

Tapping at the screen, V started to speak, then his jaw clamped shut. He let out a slow breath before looking back at Logan. “It’s not really my story to tell. I…” He sighed again. 

For a moment, Logan feared V would try sending him to The Prince with his questions. “Yeah,” V said at last. “Yeah, there’s… there’s a history. You…” V winced and wouldn’t quite meet his eyes. “Maybe ask Silvertongue… um… later, though.” He nodded like it was obvious why he should wait. “You know?”

Was there more to Silvertongue’s outburst last night, too? “I’ll wait,” he promised. “Thank—thank you.” 

“Yeah.” V blew out a short breath and returned his attention to the tablet. “Ready for another go?”

Logan dropped the last foot or so, hitting the ground with a barely muffled groan. He climbed up into his chair, replicating his starting point. “I’m ready,” he said, looking up at the suit.

V stared at him for a long moment. “You know, maybe…” He looked away when Logan tried to meet his eyes, tugging at his sleeves.

“Maybe what?” Logan prompted, bracing himself for what passed for yet another bit of ‘constructive’ criticism.

“Maybe you just need to work on your strength a bit,” he said with a little shrug. “If you want, I could show you how to modify a couple of the machines in the fitness center to—”

“Show me.”

That was how Logan ended up strapped to the pull-up machine in the team’s fitness center, the bright automated trainer chirping out his reps into a sweat-proof earpiece. “And twenty. Good job! You’ve finished your workout—”

“Again!” Logan snapped, tugging at the bar as the platform lowered him to the floor.

“You have completed your recommended three sets of twenty, Logan,” the interface chirped back. Though its tone never changed, Logan couldn’t help but flinch at the sound of his own name. Constructed from heavily modded tech ‘borrowed’ from Abracadabra, the interface sounded just like the old assignment program back at the distribution center. 

“I don’t care. Again!” He batted at the controls with the end of his left stump but the panel went dark.

“I am unable to comply with your request.” The artificial voice switched over to the main speakers when it ended his session, like it wanted a witness. “Please try again tomorrow.”

“You’re better off arguing with the refridgerator, Tin Man,” the Prince chuckled from the corner.

“How long have you been watching me?” Logan snapped, face warm. While the automated trainer didn’t record his strained grunts during his workout, the Prince was the absolute last person he’d want to hear him struggling to do a simple pull-up.

The Prince lifted a barbell packed with 300 pounds on either side. The weight floated up to his chin, before he raised it up above his head and back down to the floor in one perfect, flowing motion.

The weights didn’t even clank when they touched the mat.

“Long enough to see you max out your reps,” he said, barely pausing for his own weight routine. “Hit the showers or something.”

“I’m not done,” Logan muttered, pushing himself off the platform. Fatigued muscles trembling under the strain, he dropped faster than he’d planned, landing with a pained grunt as his hip grazed the base of the pull up machine. 

“Don’t tell me it’s leg day for you.”

“Oh, ha, ha,” Logan muttered, hiding his face until he could control the shameful quiver in his chin. “With wit like that, it’s little wonder you’re the brains of the team. Oh, no, wait—You’re not.”

The Prince shrugged and spared him any further conversation, instead loading on another 100 pound plate to each side of his dumbbell. Shaking his head, Logan pulled himself into his chair and moved to the far corner of the fitness room, keeping as many weight machines between him and The Prince as he could.

When he’d found a suitable place, he lowered himself to the floor again, taking it slowly this time. Laying flat on his back with his chair in front of him, he wedged his thighs between the front and back wheels, bracing his lower body for crunches.

It worked well. For a while, at least. To remain steady, Logan had to tighten his abductors with each crunch, pushing against the wheels to keep them—and himself—from rocking with the movement.

He pushed on, the chair straining against its emergency brakes with each rep. Finally, the brake snapped free and the chair flipped back.

“Fuck.” Logan pounded his fist and the back of his head against the mat and lay back, eyes closed, as he gathered the strength to push the chair upright. With any luck, the Prince had already finished his strongman routine and left the gym.

Logan was not a lucky man.

“Need a hand?”

Logan glared up at him from the floor.

“Oh, shit, yeah…” He shuffled closer, ears tinged pink as he avoided looking at Logan’s stump. “I—I didn’t mean that one. I swear.” He gestured at the overturned wheelchair. “Can I help?”

“I’ve got it,” Logan muttered, pushing up and wiggling closer to the chair. He rolled onto his belly then wormed his way into the gap between the back of the chair and the floor. Once he’d gotten most of his body underneath it, he wedged his right hand under his chest and pushed up sharply.

It took two more tries but finally the chair tilted forward and Logan twisted with it, grabbing the strap criss-crossing the back of the chair to steady it before it tipped completely forward.

“Damn,” the Prince murmured.

“You’re still here?” Logan leaned against the seat back, panting, and in no way ready to either resume his crunches or climb into the chair.

The Prince shifted his weight from side to side, one foot pointed toward the door, the other toward him. Finally, he dropped to the floor and sat about two feet away. Jerking his chin toward the chair, he shrugged. “What were you even doing to knock over that beast?”

Logan eyed The Prince and considered ignoring his question. If he really was that nosy, he could just as easily pull up the security footage and that might be worse than simply hearing about it. Sighing, Logan let his eyes fall closed. “I was using it to brace my… legs for abdominal crunches. The other machine's not built for me.”

The Prince made a little choked sound in the back of his throat. Not a laugh, but…

Eyes still shut, Logan wiggled back into position and prepared himself for another set. If he could increase his core strength, maybe the one-armed pull-ups would get easier faster.

Logan’s eyes snapped open when he felt movement next to him. The Prince had moved closer, knelt on the floor only about a half-foot away, hands laying open on his lap. His expression was unreadable.

“Lay your legs against mine. I’ll brace you,” he said, patting the tops of his thighs and glancing down at where Logan’s legs ended. To the Prince’s credit, the usual mix of pity and disgust flashing over his features didn’t last long.

The Prince waited, holding his gaze until, finally, Logan nodded. He moved a little closer, but let Logan be the one to move close enough to touch and set his legs in place. “May I?” he asked, holding his hands over the tops of Logan’s thighs.

“Go—” Logan cleared his throat, the vulnerability of his position seizing the muscles in his neck. If he'd wanted to, The Prince could pick him up and fling him against the wall and not even break a sweat. “Go ahead,” he finally croaked out. With flat, open hands, The Prince pressed against his legs, holding him in place.

“I’ll let go the moment you tell me to,” the Prince said, then fell silent as Logan resumed his crunches.

He loathed to admit it, but focusing on only one set of muscles made the crunches almost enjoyable. Almost. “This helps,” Logan grunted. “Immensely.” He forced himself up for another two crunches. “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” The Prince replied, repeating his own words back at him from last night's skirmish with Hesper.

Logan pushed out the last of the set and lay back, counting down a thirty second rest period. He lifted up again and silently worked through another set. He slowed as he neared the end, muscles screaming in protest. “Why…" The temptation to ask The Prince about his history with Hesper—and about Re—was great. He shifted to the next question bubbling in his mind instead. "What are you helping me, anyway? I thought… I thought you hated me.”

“I don’t—” The twitch in The Prince’s jaw told Logan he very much did. “We’re a team,” he shrugged at last. “If you’re stronger, we’re all stronger. C’mon, Iron Man, that all you got?" Did Logan only imagine a smile behind his eyes? "Gimme three more.”

#Meus ex Machina #ts logan #ts roman #ts patton #ts remus #(mentioned) #intrulogical #we're getting there #superpowers au #Machina #The Prince #The Muse #Papa Bear #ts lucas #Hesper #Logan Sanders #Roman Prince #Remus Prince #Patton Hart #Lucas Hart #Janus Gates #roman sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #lucas sanders #(for the tags‚ in this universe only Logan's last name is Sanders)

[coloradohq]

mw fcs? and do you allow model fcs?

i'm going to go ahead and provide some mwfcs since we're mere hours away from opening for plotting and when admin c returns, they can speak to the use of model fcs. do keep in mind that we have a wanted tag and some of these fcs may have been previously mentioned.

jessie mei li, kiowa gordon, martin sensmeier, niko terho, adelaide kane, danny pino, dj cotrona, ricky whittle, peter gadiot, zion moreno, kiana madeira, kiana lede, santiago segura, santago cabrera, harvey guillen, shamier anderson, zahn mcclarnon, jessica matten, nathalie kelley, nick sagar, raymond ablack, uli latukefu, jessica lucas, andrew koji, madison jaizani, alp navruz, deniz can aktas, michael trevino, levy tran, aiysha hart, ronen rubinstein, oliver stark, rafael silva, natacha karam, devery jacobs, alex meraz, tyler james williams, ryan o'connell, milo ventimiglia, gabourey sidibe, richard madden, jai courtney, cody christian, jesse james keitel, lucy liu, maggie q, tom austen, amita suman, jd pardo, clayton cardenas, hari nef, danny ramirez, keanu reeves, elliot fletcher, laith ashley, jordan gonzalez, mason alexander park, lindsey morgan, amber midthunder, adria arjona, alaqua cox, brian tyree henry, don lee, george robinson, aja naomi king, kofi siroboe, iko uwais, joe taslim, apo nattawin, carla gugino, michelle yeoh, tony leung, charles melton, ross butler, oscar isaac, mahesh jadu, anya chalotra, deepika padukone, varun dhawan, alia bhatt, sidharth malhotra, tabria majors, ben barnes

edit: model fcs will be allowed!

#wanted. #new rp #oc rp #mumu rp #appless rp #answered.

[lilieths]

Interview: Lilith Gaumond

Dossier:

Name: Lilith Gaumond

Age:

Species: Undead ( Human formerly— Wizard )

Circle: Night

Known Relationships: Carmen Blakely ( ‘Sister’; Best-Friend ), Abernathy Talbot ( Ex-Husband ), Connor Henry Talbot II & Clifford Austin Talbot ( Grandsons ), Connor Talbot I & Kenneth Talbot ( Sons ), Catherine Talbot ( Daughter-in-Law ), Cameron Kiskadden ( Son-in-Law ), Esmeray Talbot ( Granddaughter-in-Law ), Chloe Li ( Date, Close Friend, Partner-in-Crime ), Nora Lucas ( Apprentice, Close Friend ), Sebastian Harker, Matthew Coleman-Reyes and Elias Hart ( NYE Party Crew ), Henry Jones ( Close Friend, Study Buddy ), Juno Williams ( fellow Undead ) etc. etc., she’s been around so long, the list goes on.

Interview:

What's your name?

For all intents and purposes, the Archives are the perfect place for these little interviews. Besides the privacy, the acoustics could rival any one of those Catholic churches littered around the world. “Lilith Rhian Talbot— well, no actually, strike that from the record or whatever Carmen says with these court things,” Lili was divorced now anyhow. She’d best get into the habit of using her maiden name again. “Lilith Rhian Gaumond.”

How do you know Tabitha Spencer?

“I know everyone— kind of. Many people in passing, but otherwise I never forget a face. Tabitha I know on behalf of her brother, Sebastian. He tends to ask me a lot of magic-related things. Sometimes I knit like hats or vests for the shelter animals and then Tibby uses that for the shelter’s social media. She’s a good kid. Both of them are.” And perhaps it was the fact that the girl was a wolf, and that her own children, though born, had been that age before, has her worrying. 

How do you know Jose Alves Cruz?

She shrugs at first, a voiceless answer...it only registers after that this is a recorded audio and not some federal deposition they’re getting on camera. “Honestly honestly, I’ve never been very good at keeping up with current events where the Unaware are concerned. So like if he was your average mayor, he’s lost to me...that being said, he comes from a family of thralls, one of which is thralled to me. So that’s two things I know for certain. And besides that I don’t have the best impression of him, though that’s my opinion. Saw him giving a...a waitress a hard time.” Rosie. Though she’s not too sure she should involve the girl anymore than she is. Instead, Lilith writes the bitten wolf’s name on a piece of paper. 

How do you know Hollis Fiala?

“Yeah. Wild Circle Leader. Heir to the Seelie Court...” ex-flame/rebound of her grandson and holder of one of Lili’s debts, but that one would stay off the record. “They’re interesting but like, aren’t all Faeries interesting in some way? That being said I don’t think their poor attitude is a cultural thing.”

Did you see the shot/what happened that night from your perspective?

Funny the way these things unfolded; she’d mentioned something weeks ago about being too prepared, how that itself was fatal in the right circumstances and now, “well...no. We were anticipating this; a gun fired around midnight, during the fireworks display or somewhere in that timeframe. So when that first shot rang out, or the mimicry of it, you’re not thinking oh that’s a fake gunshot, you’re thinking hey we might need to fall into formation to keep my circle leader from embracing Artemis herself. I looked in her direction but there wasn’t any blood on her dress and that second gunshot rings out, or first, whatever, and Hollis is the one with a bullet wound. Jose’s on the floor in pain, which yikes, and some guards have Tibby restrained. Jose accusing her.” It all happened so fast. These things usually do, don’t they. “I tended to Hollis after. Henry came prepared for anything, ”

When did you get the invitation for the party/know you were going to work it?

“The invitation I got at the same time as everyone else I’m sure...as far as knowing when I was going? I wasn’t sure if I was going to go. I didn’t feel too much like celebrating the end of the year, and then Clem announced her party and that was something else I could have attended instead,” she’d been to so many of Thaddeus’ parties, trying to call her husband each year whenever the clock struck twelve. Always unsuccessful. And well, now she was getting divorced. It didn’t seem like a smart idea to attend; she hadn’t even told her son about it. But then things don’t ever go as planned, “Chloe basically recruited me into this little Code Name: Kids Next Door thing. She had a vision, I’m sure she would’ve mentioned it in her interview...and we were hoping to mitigate an unfortunate outcome.”

Did you go with someone?

“Yeah, I went with Chloe. And a group but basically, Chloe was my date. We were at the same table, we arrived together, all of those things.” The book she was currently adding to her inventory was in simplified latin— easy enough to understand. “As far as the group en masse though, there was Cameron, Henry, Sebastian, Elias. Matthew. But everyone was sat at their own little tables anyhow...oh and Kellan. Our third wheel, for Chloe and I.”

Do you own a gun/have you ever owned a gun?

“This is where I tell you something corny like, Connor, we wizards are the gun, and blah blah, but I wasn’t that type of wizard...my mom was though, could’ve burned an entire building to the ground without breaking a sweat, but I could only ever scorch the Earth for controlled burning, never a raging wildfire.” For all the woman’s softness, her own fire burned blue. If Lili ever tried to call the flame, hers was a warmer yellow, sometimes red. Her mother was told not to nurture that magic in her children and later in life, it left Lilith operating on a learning curve. “Definitely not the question though...Reno is what it is and my mom thought I should be armed, but with Levi— I didn’t keep guns in the apartment because I thought it’d be more dangerous for him than it would be for some dumbass pushing their luck...long story short...I was gifted a gun by my mom, magically enhanced, might I add, but it’s in Reno. Tell Tale Heart style.” 

#mu:the trial of tabitha spencer #— the trying times of tabitha spencer #— note to self #— note to self: an interview with wolfenstein

[oxangejuice]

I had an silly idea! Farkle getting jealous when reader became friends with Chase 😂

very interesting indeed :)

♯. you belong with me — farkle minkus x reader x chase davenport

warning: none

slightly chase davenport he’s only mentioned by name

you/yours pronouns are used! fem terms are used!

FARKLE MINKUS had been the best thing about New York. Of course, the friends made along the way helped, but the relationship you had with Farkle meant everything.

You two would talk about anything and everything with each other; which included your pen pal, Chase Davenport.

You and Chase had been pen pals for almost a year ago and he somehow convinced Mr. Donald Davenport to let him come and visit you all the way in New York.

You talked about it for days, even Riley Matthews and Maya Hart were excited to see him.

“Is he cute?” Maya asked.

The group (including Lucas, Zay, and Smackle) all gathered in Topanga’s. Just a hang out of sorts.

“Yeah, is he?” Smackle asked with a smile.

You hands and been interlocked with Farkle as you smiled at your friends.

“I mean, he’s just some guy y’know?” You answered, “Kinda like Lucas.”

“What does that mean?” He asked.

“Look, he’ll be here tomorrow. You’ll all be able to hang out with him when he’s here.”

“How king is he staying?” Farkle asked.

“Though the weekend. My mom is going to take him to the airport on Monday.”

“I call dibs.” Maya said, “No one else can have him.”

“I think you’ll like him. All of you.” You smiled, “He’s super smart and—“

“You can have him Smackle.” Maya said.

You faced Farkle, “I think you two would get along?”

Farkle on the other hand didn’t think so. He hadn’t seen you talk so highly about some that he didn’t know. He didn’t know how to describe how he felt. He had been pretty bad at expressing himself and didn’t really know how to tell you how he actually felt.

“That’s great.” He smiled.

That’s when the day came. Chase Davenport had arrived in New York and all your friends seemed to adore Chase’s presence; even Maya.

But Farkle never showed. The group had all made it to Topanga’s but Farkle never came.

You excused yourself from everyone, apologize to Chase for your sudden departure.

You traveled to the Minkus residence and walked into Farkle’s bedroom, smiling at the train as it made its way around his bed.

There he sat, watching you with careful eyes.

“You never showed up at Topanga’s. I was getting worried.”

“Thought you’d been too busy with Chase to notice.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

You held furrowed brows and joined Farkle’s side on the bed, “What are you talking about?”

Farkle sighed, “Is he smarter than me or—“

“Who?”

“Chase.”

The two of you sat in a silence. You had no idea that he’d felt this way nor how long he’d felt that way.

“Why does that matter?”

“You like him don’t you?”

“I like you Farkle. That’s why I’m with you.” You gently grabbed his hand and held a smile, “I left Chase’s side as soon as I realized you weren’t coming.”

“He’s just… you talk so highly about him.”

“I’m always talking to Chase about you.” You reassured, “You were part of the reason he wanted to come.”

“Really?”

“I thought it would be cool if you two talked about all your ideas and cool science stuff.” You smiled.

Farkle sighed, suckling down further into his bed, “I guess I let… my heh— get the best of me.”

“Talk to me next time Farkle.” You stood, “It’s you and me.”

“Wanted to marry you in first grade.”

“You also wanted to marry Maya and Riley.”

“Not anymore.” He smiled.

lucy’s notes: farkle minkus deserved so much more than what he got

reminder: request are open :) check who i write for just to see what i can try and do :)

#farkle minkus #girl meets world #gmw #farkle minkus x reader #farkle minkus imagines #girl meets world imagines #gmw imagines #chase davenport #chase davenport x reader #lab rats #lab rats imagines #chase davenport imagines

[albertasunrise]

Fat Friend - Part 5

Masterlist

Summary: You were the fat friend. You knew that. Accepted it and got on with your life. You weren't the one guys wanted to date or the one that got hit on at parties. You were, however, Javier Peña's best friend and that made you untouchable. Until he plays matchmaker and your whole life changes.

Relationships: Javier Peña x Lorraine (Mentioned), Original 'Male' Character x Reader

Warnings: Angst... This chapter's pretty heavy folks but shit'll make more sense hopefully...

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

One Month Prior...

Javier was sitting at his father's table scratching into a notebook when Chucho entered, his brow furrowed in concentration when he paused and that's when he caught the older Peña's eye.

"What are you doing?" Chucho enquired as he made his way to the sink to wash away the dirt from his daily duties.

"Writing a list of names I like for the baby," Javier said with a shrug, going back to his task.

"How are things between you?" Chucho questioned and Javier winced "That bad huh?"

"I just keep doing everything wrong." Javier groaned, throwing his pen down and watching it clatter on the wooden surface "The past month I've tried so hard to help her prepare and each time I learn Luke's already done it. Who the fuck does he think he is?"

"Her boyfriend Mijo."

"But I'm the father." He snapped "I should get to help her. Get things ready for when my child arrived but instead Lucas Brown gets to experience that all with her. It's just shit pops."

"It is shit." Chucho agreed "And I do think Luke should back off a little but at the same time, you've hurt her beyond belief and he's helped her start to heal... Are you really all that surprised that she's letting him help her with all this. Her trust in you's broken Javi."

"I've tried dad. I explained why I was so silent when I went back. Apologised for everything and before I went back I did genuinely think we might have turned a corner but then I come back and she's fucking someone else."

He paused, staring at the names that he'd written in his notebook before settling on the one that stood out the most to him. He circled it several times before slamming the book shut and looking at his father again.

"I love her pops." The agent piped up, tears flowing freely now "I love her so much that it's killing me to see her with him. At least with Scott, I knew she was being treated well but with Luke... I know nothing about the guy."

"He's a good kid." Chucho piped up and Javier Scoffed "But if you love her... You need to fight for her."

"I am fighting for her." He argued and Chucho shook his head.

"Not hart enough." He paused, taking in his son's expression before placing the final piece of the puzzle "Go see him."

~

A few weeks later...

It took him a while to find what he was looking for amongst the Myriad of stones that littered his path, each one of them carved with names and some he recognised but most he didn't. When he finally came to a stop at the one he was looking for he took a few steadying breathes before he stepped closer. His eyes scanned over the marble headstone, two roses carved at its head representing your marriage or so he assumed.

Here lies

Scott James Williams

Loving father and Husband

It was a simple piece.

No cliche words about how he'd be missed by all.

No that wasn't Scott, he wouldn't have wanted that. So that's why Javier hadn't come with flowers, he brought a bottle of Scotts Favourite Beer. Molson, the Canadian Budd as he used to call it.

"Hey, brother." He started, looking around and noting there was a bench sat directly behind him "Sorry I haven't come sooner, I uh... Well, let's say I've been busy making a mess of things." Javier let out a breathy chuckle at that "I uh... I wanted to come and talk to you about Pétalo. I kinda fucked things up with her and I think it's partly because I feel like I'm betraying you, man. I'm sabotaging everything because I need your blessing." he paused, shivering at the slight chill that ran through the air before his eyes drifted to the small headstone beside Scotts. This one had a football carved at the top and its base was littered with toys and frames of friends and family.

Here lies

Jacob Javier Williams

The kindest soul to have graced this earth.

"I'm glad you have each other." He said after a moments pause "I um... I suppose I should stop beating about the bush hey?" He let out another awkward chuckle before he signed and scrubbed a hand over his face "I love her Scott. Been in love with her since we were teenagers. Took you two getting pregnant for me to realise that but I knew you were good for her so I left it. Went to Colombia and devoted 7 years of my life to taking down the devil himself. Then I come back and learn that you and Jake have gone and well... Shit Scott it tore me up inside." He paused for a moment to open his beer before continuing "I had this friend in Colombia, Steve Murphy, Hilbilly, you would have liked him anyway, he was the one person that kept me straight and kept me alive out there so I could get back to you all but then you were... you're..." He choked on the words, unable to say them and so he took a long swig of his beer to clear the tightness.

"We sorta became an item when I returned - after she'd kicked my ass about leaving of course - and well we're expecting a baby together. I'm so excited man but I'm also terrified. Terrified I won't be a good father, that I won't do right by her -Oh it's a girl by the way - and terrified that you'll hate me for stealing your wife." He cried then, openly.

Everything he'd been bottling up since returning from Colombia the first time came tumbling out and he sat there for what felt like hours talking to the headstone of his best friend.

"I brought you and Jake something." He said as he pushed himself from the bench he'd been sitting on "You favourite brother." He said as he opened the beer and poured it onto Scottks grave "Enjoy your Canadian Budd." He said before placing the empty bottle beside the headstone "And I got this for you, Jake." He said as he pulled out a stuffed Hippo "I remember you really liked them after I took you to the zoo before I left. You know the guy I went to hunt in Colombia had some pet Hippos. Damn things are causing havoc now." He said as he placed the toy down next to the collection of others "I love you, little buddy." He finished before kissing the tips of his fingers and placing them on the top of his headstone.

"I know you probably can't hear me but I'd really like to know if I have your blessing brother." He said as he stood back from Jacobs grave to stare at Scott's again "I love her, I want to marry and I want a family with her but I can't do it if you hate me so if you could just give me some sort of sign..."

Nothing.

"Figured." Javier scoffed as he shook his head.

He stood there staring at the two of them before he finally left, feeling a little lighter than he had before. He knew that he had to do know, what he needed to say. He just hoped he wasn't too late. So driving to your place, he practised over and over what he was going to tell you. The closer he got, the more nervous he became about how you were going to react but he deserved to say his piece. He'd made mistakes but he wanted to make good.

He was less than ten minutes away when the car hit. Pushing him into further traffic and sandwiching him between two other vehicles then made it impossible for him to move, to get free. As the shock of what happened wore off, the pain came. Excruciating and consuming and as his eyes started to drift he thought he caught a glimpse of someone watching him from outside the car. A face he never thought he'd see again.

"Scott." He whispered before everything went black.

~

One month later...

You'd sat vigil at Javier's side for a month now. Chucho and Luke took it in turns to bring and take the baby but you remained. Chucho would join for a while, pushing you to eat and drink every few hours and to nurse your ravenous child.

"Have you named her yet?" The older Peña asked as he rocked his sleeping granddaughter in his arms, amazed at home much she'd already grown.

"No." You replied "Javier and I need to do that together."

"Mija..."

"He'll wake up and we will do it together Chucho." You growled.

"It's been a month. You need to register her."

"If I register her, I can't put him on the birth certificate."

"You can add him later." Chucho pushed and you snapped.

"I can't leave him Chucho." You growled, "I did this so I need to stay with him."

"How did you do this?" He questioned, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"Well, he was coming to see me wasn't he?" You snapped "If he hadn't been, if I hadn't been so cold to him this past month then none of this would have happened."

"You can't think that way Mija." He said softly as he placed a comforting hand on yours "I want you to see something." He said as he pulled a small notebook from his pocket, careful not to jostle the baby "Here." He said as he opened it to the page in question and handed it to you.

Your eyes scanned the page, a list of names written in what's clearly Javier's handwriting and then your eyes settle on the one he'd circled.

Flor.

Your heart tightened in your chest as you looked at the older Peña.

"You have to register her Mija, you can't put it off any longer but perhaps you can do this for him." He suggested and you smiled, looking down at your daughter in his arms.

"Flor." You said with a nod "I think it suits her."

"I agree."

"Our Little flower."

"I'll stay with him. You make the arrangements to register her." He said and he gave your shoulder a friendly nudge "I'll call you if anything happens."

~

Another month later...

Another month had passed and still no change. He showed no signs of waking but you knew he was still in here. He just needed to rest awhile.

"You should see how big Flor's getting." You gushed as you looked down at the child in question, suckling at your breast as she babbled away "She's a chatty eater too."

"Mumma look." Layla squealed as Luke walked her into the room "I drew Jabi a picture of us all." She held the paper up with great pride as she sprinted to her mum.

At 3 now she was constantly on the go. You could barely keep up with her and you felt guilty for not being there as much as you should have been the first month Javier had been in his coma. Chucho had talked some sense into you though and now you managed to split your time between the hospital and home, even getting some writing in and getting your latest book to the publisher only 2 weeks late.

"That's great honey." You gushed, kissing her head before smiling up at Luke "Hey you." You said as he pecked your lips.

"Can I cuddle Jabi?"

"Oh no honey, he's a little fragile at the moment." You said, smiling when your daughter pushed her bottom lips out and pouted.

"I'll be careful I promise." She pushed "A cuddle might make him better."

You smiled at that. She was just as kind a soul as her brother had been at her age. Always wanting to help, to make people smile and never asking for a thing in return.

"Okay but you need to be mindful of his wires." You warned "And if the nurse says you need to get down then you do okay? Now sulking."

Layla nodded excitedly, grabbed the edge of the bed and then proceeded to jump on the spot in order to get up before Luke finally put her out of her misery. She then carefully moved herself into position. Thank Luke when he gently lifted Javier's arm so she could curl into his side. The sight made you ache. This was all just so wrong.

2 months.

2 months Javier had missed of his infant daughters life so far. She already had such a strong neck and prefered to be in her carrier so that she could look around than in her pram where the world was hidden from her. Her hair had started to curl and you knew she was going to have Javier's hair, probably his eyes too and you so sorely wanted him to wake up. To see this perfect little being that he'd helped create but still, he remained frozen in time. You'd seen the faces the doctors and nurses pulled when they came to see him. You knew he wasn't getting any better. You also knew that the longer he remained this way the less likely he was to wake up at all. You've done your research. Coma patients had a high mortality rate but they didn't seem to want to tell you what was going on.

You just wanted to know what was going on.

"Grampa Chucho came over today." Said Luke as he sat down beside you "Brought a load of baby bits he'd got and has been given by Javi's family."

"That's nice of them." You said sweetly as you moved Flor to your other breast, grinning when she latched eagerly.

"Yeah, they uh... they're all really excited about you two and this baby."

"Us two?" You questioned, brow raising a little.

"I think we both know that you love him, babe." He said, taking you by surprise "'I've been wanting to talk to you about this for a while but it never seemed like the right time."

"About what?"

"That I need to step away from this." He stated, "From us."

"Luke, are you breaking up with me?"

"I love you." He continued, taking your free hand in his "And I'm pretty sure you love me too-"

"I do." You choked, stopping when he help his finger up to stop you.

"But you're in love with him." He paused, giving you a sad smile "You've sat by his bedside every day for two months. I heard what you said to him."

~

Two months earlier...

Alarms blared. Your baby screamed in your arms as doctors flooded the room and pushed you to one side. Then it was a flurry of movement, nurses prepping him and doctors shouting out orders before his body was arching off the bed as they shocked him.

"Javi please." You sobbed, washing as he was shocked again and cradling your daughter close.

She didn't need to see this.

He was shocked again and still, nothing happened. The nurses desperately pumping air into his lungs before the doctors started pumping Javi's bare chest.

"Javi please." You sobbed a little louder, watching his body rock limply as they desperately tried to bring him back "Javier I love you, please... Come back to me." You screamed and then...

Beep. Beep. Beep.

"He's back." The doctor stated and you fell to your knees sobbing.

~

Your heart sunk at the memory. How close you'd gotten to losing him and the pain you'd felt as you'd watched them try and shock his heart into life again.

"I'm not mad baby." He assures you, giving your hand a gentle squeeze "I enjoyed our time together... it was more than I could have hoped for but you need to focus on your family. On him." He continued as he motioned at the unconscious agent in his bed "You owe it to your family to see whether you can make it work. If not... you know where I am." He finished with a wink and you smiled.

"Okay." You nodded.

"Okay."

~

2 weeks later...

Everything returned gradually.

First, it was sounds. Voices and machines created a confusing symphony before he drifted off again.

Sensations returned later. Touches here and there. The uncomfortable feeling of something breathing for him and the feeling of something warm against his side but those sensations were fleeting and soon he was drifting again.

When he was next aware, he noted that the uncomfortable feeling in his throat had gone and was replaced with a cool feeling of air being pushed into his nose.

I'm in hospital then He thought to himself as he tried to zero in on something, anything to pull him to the surface and just when he'd lost all hope, he found it.

A baby's cries.

...

You felt his hand twitch in yours and you were immediately on your feet, placing a furious Flor into her pram before returning your attention to Javier.

"Javi?" You said as you cupped his cheek "Javi can you hear me?"

His eyes fluttered and you let out a wet chuckle as you watched his lids crack open and reveal those beautiful brown orbs that you'd missed so much.

"Hey, you."

He took a little while to come around. Enough time that you were able to get Flor settled and inform Chucho and the world that Javier Peña was awake. You were then forced out as the doctors and nurses did their checks and when you were finally allowed back into the room, the agent was propped up in his bed with a severe expression painting across his face.

"Hey." You pipped up as you gingerly stepped inside and smiled when he turned his head to look at you "How are you feeling."

"Weak." Javier rasped, his voice hoarse from disuse "Tired."

"I bet." You replied, leaning over the pram to check on Flor before making your way to his side "You scared the shit out of me Peña." You mumbled as you perched on the edge of his bed and pressed your forehead against his "I thought I'd lost you."

"I'm here." He breathed, closing his eyes and revelling in the moment "Where's Luke?" He asked when you pulled away and you sighed.

"We broke up." replied.

"Why?"

"Because I'm not in love with him." You stated plainly "I'm in love with you and he could see that."

"But you said..."

"I know what I said and I didn't mean a word of it." You interrupted "I was pissed at you but I treated you horribly and I'm so sorry."

He nodded and you smiled again.

"He gave us his blessing to be together." You continued "Said we should try and see if we can make this crazy family work."

Blessing.

That was the word that brought it all tumbling back.

The cemetery. Scott's grave. The accident. It all came back like a wave pulling him under and your brows furrowed as you watched him fight to make sense of it all.

"Javi?"

"We can't be together." He said and your stomach twisted "I went to see Scott. Asked him for his blessing but he didn't give it." He continued.

"Javi what do you mean he didn't give it?" You pushed "Scotts gone."

"I saw him. I saw him outside the car. Stood there shaking his head at me and he uttered one word to me. One word Pètalo." He said, his whole body trembling as he spoke.

"What?" You asked, cupping his face and pulling it toward you so that your eyes lock "What word Javi?"

"No."

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if home is where the heart is, then i’m homesick for you

a/n: this is for breanna aka @fallallincurls who is absolutely amazing. noah graham mackinnon, nate's son belongs to her and she let me borrow him for this. i was inspired by the song "homesick" by kane brown and also the ridiculous question nate was asked after the avs lost game six to the knights.

~*~if home is where the heart is, then i'm homesick for you~*~

pairing: nathan mackinnon x reader

summary: after a brutal playoff loss, nate has to turn around and go on the road for a do or die game, all while missing you and your son like he always does whenever hockey takes him away from the two of you

rating: k+

i'm homesick

this feeling that i'm feeling no it don't quit

it's like half of me is missing heaven knows it

"homesick" - by kane brown

Nate really doesn't want to face the media, he knows he has to, that as a Hart Trophy finalist, as the face of the franchise but he doesn't want to. He'd rather do anything but this. The series isn't over, far from it, but this loss feels like all the ones before it. The dread and the doubt creeping in, hanging over him and weighing heavily on his shoulders as if he's the only one to blame as if he doesn't have 22 other teammates feeling the same way.

He can't help but look at the pictures tacked to the sleek oak of his stall; a picture of you from the pregnancy announcement shoot, your bump visible underneath a flowing off the shoulder floral patterned dress, Noah's first picture when he was about three weeks old in a crimson Avalanche onesie and matching hat keeping his head warm and then the picture of the three of you at the wedding almost two years ago. 

The Cup used to be the be all and end all. Nothing else mattered except lifting the fabled trophy over his head and then he met you and while lifting The Cup was still his ultimate goal, his priorities began to change. He thought about Sid who had gotten married and how he had two little girls, Daisy and Violet and a third on the way and had hung up his skates a year ago and there was Gabe who had Linnea and Lucas, so he believed he could have that, too; a family and still want to win as badly as he ever had.

On nights like this, though, that was hard to remember.

He scrubbed a hand over his face, regulating his breathing like his sports psychologist had taught him when he heard a happy squeal followed by a throaty laugh. He turned toward the sounds and saw Autumn, EJ's wife, walking toward his stall and managing to keep hold of their squirming 18 month old.

Bruce was technically the little troublemaker's first name - after EJ's Dad - but he went by his middle name, Huck. He knew people called Noah his mini me and in so many ways he was, but Huck was nearly a carbon copy of EJ. From the same wheat colored hair to the mischievous twinkle in the matching cornflower blue eyes and dimples, not to mention his baby teeth had just barely begun to come in so he was still flashing the same wide, unashamed and toothless grin.

But Autumn was there, too. He had the same trail of freckles across his cheeks and nose that she did in the summer. He got her nose and chin as well.

Nate watched as EJ took the wriggling little rascal from Autumn and hugged him close. The perennial all star's stomach dropped while his throat tightened. While he would be turning 28 come September - when Huck would turn two - EJ had turned 35 this year and would probably be retiring soon. Time wasn't running out for him, but for some of his teammates - his friends - it was.

It wasn't a known thing outside of the core group of guys, but Autumn's pregnancy hadn't been easy and on the way there she had two miscarriages - one while the team had been in Calgary - and she and EJ were going to try for one more. If the IVF went smoothly and the baby was here within the next two seasons, he was going to retire.

And if they didn't get their acts together he was most likely going to do so without a Cup, and that just didn't sit right with Nate.

Another happy squeal and babbling from Huck makes Nate's stomach twist and tumble, his throat tight as Willow from media is suddenly standing at his stall, clearing her throat. Her heart shaped face is somber, almost sad like she hated that part of her job is wrangling them up to face the scrum after a brutal loss like this. Her big hazel eyes peer at him hesitantly from behind the square frames of her glasses and it's hard to believe the five foot nothing brunette is technically older than he is, even if it's only by a year.

But at least she and Comphy finally got their shit together.

"Let's get this over with," He says and he follows her out of the dressing room's door and down the hall to where media gets done.

"All right, thank you everyone. Thank you, Gabe. Next up is number 29 starting forward Nathan MacKinnon. First question goes to Woody Paige of the Denver Post." Her voice is strong and authoritative, directing the cameras to the aforementioned reporter while Nate takes his seat.

………………..

The questions are pretty standard and run of the mill, basically variations of the same questions Nate has been asked since he came into the league. He answers them the way he's been trained to and is ready for it all to be over.

He wants to hold you and Noah; breathe in your perfume and his perfect baby smell and not think about how he has to get on a plane to Vegas for a do or die game. 

His brain starts to spiral, thinking about how they were up 2-0 after the first two games here and how the series had flipped completely, the Knights swarming him in the neutral zone forget if he actually made it across the blue line with the puck. He feels his jaw start to tick and it's almost like a sixth sense, he knows you're close, you and Noah.

Out of the corner of his eye he can see you standing by the entryway, waiting for him to finish, holding Noah who's wearing his home crimson MacKinnon jersey with a grey hoodie underneath to keep him warm. His blonde hair peeks out of his blue Avs hat, the same blue eyes both Nate and his older sister got from their Mom peering curiously at everything around him.

He's clutching his stuffed German shepherd, JJ, in his arms; teeth nibbling on one of the ears and then his little hand waves at him, and Nate settles.

"All right, final question goes to Adrian Dater of the Athletic and then we'll bring in Erik Johnson for his round of questions and we'll be wrapped up for the night. Your schedules for Vegas and seating arrangements for the plane will be available on your way out." Willow says giving the scrum a warm smile and then Dater steps up to the front so Nate can see him.

………………………

Nate's going to claw his own eyes out, like, with a spoon. The guy is rambling about him being a gamer - a gamer - and then he concludes his convoluted ramble by suggesting maybe the team is thinking too much and should stop thinking and if they stopped thinking, they would win the next game to force a game seven back here.

He can't help but roll his eyes, because seriously, he actually has to answer the dumbest question he's possibly ever been asked and he has to do so with all the poise he's been trained to.

When what he really wants to do… "Noah," He hears as he's about to say some stupid hockey cliche like gotta get pucks in deep or it's a do or die game, we all have to step up and he looks to see you frantically trying to get the little boy's attention, face panic stricken.

The next thing Nate knows is his son is crawling into his lap and the entire press corp is awwing over the sight. Willow covers her mouth with her hand, stifling her giggles as she motions with her other at the scrum of reporters, silently telling them to lower the flashes on their phones and cameras.

"Buddy," Nate says, unable to stop the smile from taking over his entire face, his flat but incredulous expression instantly transformed. "What are you doing up here? You're supposed to stay with Mommy, you know that."

Nate laughs as Noah wriggles and manages to stand up, he cups his little hand over his mouth as he whispers in Nate's ear, "You looked sad, Daddy. JJ and I make you not sad, so we're here."

Then the toddler turns and faces the scrum himself. 

"S'cuse me, Mister Reporter Sir," More cooing and awwing bursts through the crowd as pictures of Noah are snapped. "My Daddy is the best hockey player I've ever seen and he always does his best and tries real hard to win. Like my Uncle Gabe and Uncle EJ do, too and so do the other guys like Misters Cale and JT and Tyson. You should be nice and ask him a good question so he can leave to tuck me in and kiss Mommy goodnight before he has to go on a plane to Las Veges."

The entire press corp starts to laugh, thoroughly charmed by the tiny blonde toddler. Nate can't help but laugh himself and when he catches your eyes, you're laughing, too.

"All right, that's a wrap for Nate and special guest Noah," Willow remarks and before she ushers them off of the podium, Nate says, "There's just one more thing Noah has to say before we go. What do we say at the games, buddy? When you're cheering real hard with Mommy and the crowd?"

Noah's little brow furrows before his blue eyes light up and he says into the microphone, "GO AVS GO!"

"Yeah!" Nate cheers and holds out his fist, which Noah bumps and the hardened reporters have basically been turned to mush by the three year old son of the Avalanche's star player.

……………

When Nate, with Noah in his arms, is walking off the podium, EJ's standing there with an almost asleep Huck in his arms. The older player shakes his head, laughing low in his throat while he reaches out to jostle the mini snapback on Noah's head.

"Lil Dogg's gone and stolen the spotlight," The Minnesota native teases. "I thought Lucas was our resident charmer."

"As soon as they see your sleeping baby, they'll forget all about Noah," Nate huffs, dropping a kiss to his son's forehead after pushing his hat back slightly. "Who knows better than to leave Mommy when he's supposed to be standing with her."

Noah's face is sheepish but it doesn't stop him from protesting, "But you were sad, Daddy. Mommy could tell just like JJ and I could, too! This isn't like the other times when you talk. I wasn't gonna let you be sad."

Nate gives his son a warm smile as Erik takes a seat to a chorus of heartfelt awwws at the sight of Huck - in his tiny jersey and baby joggers while only socks are on his feet - and his blonde hair covered by a crimson beanie, pom pom and all, clutching at his Dad's well worn team branded t-shirt. His back rises and falls, little face buried in Erik's chest and in the strong arms of his father who's 6'4 and 200+ pounds he looks positively tiny and completely oblivious to the flashes going off and the questions being directed at his Dad.

………………

"I wish I didn't have to get on a plane," Nate sighs heavily, wanting nothing more than to curl under the covers with you, touching your smooth skin as you move perfectly underneath him while he works through his frustrations over the loss by making love to you.

"Me, too," You admit softly, carding your fingers through the dark blonde hair on his head. 

You knew the playoff schedule by heart and after the first two games in Colorado, the games were going to be played every other night. You thought it was stupid, that the boys should have at least two days between games, making them play 36 hours after such a tough loss didn't make sense to you. Just like watching your husband endure the media when they were all lobbing the same questions at him about why he wasn't playing better, what more could he do to score against Vegas like he had scored against St Louis, what was he doing wrong etc.

If you could have, you would've done what Noah did, but you doubted the press would have reacted the same way to you that they did to your son.

You bit down on your lip and Nate groaned, his forehead resting against yours while his large, rough hands settled on your hips.

"You can't do that," He whined. "When I can't give you a real reason to bite your lip. Especially dressed in those tiny shorts and that camisole."

"Well, you can't stand there in your stupid navy suit looking all…" Your voice trails away as you wave your hand up and down his broad frame. "Like that when you're getting on a dumb plane instead of staying here with me, so…"

"I'm going to miss you and Noah so much," He admits and your heart aches because you're going to miss him just as much. This part - the leaving, no matter how short the time you spent apart - was never easy and it only seemed to be worse since you had given birth to Noah.

It was like you were in physical pain watching him pack for a roadie, terrified he would miss something new as Noah was seemingly growing and changing with every breath you took.

But this was different, this was the playoffs and Nate needed a clear head as the Avs were on the brink, so you would shoulder it all; his aching heart and your own. 

You stood on your toes, giggling as he bent, meeting you halfway as your lips softly touched. You let him anchor himself against you, knowing his mind couldn't be clouded with the frustrations of the loss and the mounting questions about his performance and if Bedsy was on the hot seat and was Joe going to blow it all up if they lost again.

When he broke the kiss, air a cruel necessity, you touched his bearded cheek and said, "Kick some ass in Vegas, Bubs."

"You know I will." 

……………….

It doesn't get easier but harder every time Nate finds himself getting on the team plane for a roadie, regular season or playoffs. He hates leaving you and Noah, knowing he'll be thousands of miles away in mere hours and he needs to have a clear head, to use his favorite meditation app and sleep so he'll be rested but it's hard to focus on the game when he's so far away from both of you.

He glances around the plane after stowing his backpack in the overhead compartment, taking in the familiarity of the plane. Bedsy's in his usual seat near the front of the plane, silver head bent low over an iPad, most likely he's reviewing film or making up the schedule for the walk through in the morning.

Comphy and Josty are shoving at each other, JT's face as red as his hair which means Josty's teasing him about Willow until the Alberta native goes just as red as his best friend and his mouth snaps shut. 

"You can dish it out but you can't take it, huh?" Comphy rolls his eyes. "Shut up, dude," Josty gripes. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but can you just make a move already? You and Jess are driving me crazy, man. She's, uh, into you, too."

"WHAT?" Josty all but squawks brown eyes wide and nearly everyone is staring at him as they get settled.

"You're hopeless, man. Text her after morning skate or when we get back to Denver. Do not text her when we get to the hotel, Boston's three hours ahead and she never shuts off her phone, and she has her…"

"Finals tomorrow. Yeah, dude I know. I don't know why she's nervous. She's, like, the smartest person I know."

Comphy fake gags and they're back to shoving at each other again until Gabe's "Captain" voice calls from two rows over, "Children," and they yell back sheepishly, "Sorry, Dad" and snicker as they put their own headphones in and fire up Josty's laptop, settling in for a movie.

Nate sits in his usual seat, which is the aisle seat next to Cale who is pocketing his phone after texting Gary and Laura, letting them know they're about to take off and he'll call them in the morning. Stuff like that, checking in with his parents, reminds Nate of how young Cale still is. He can't remember the last time he did that. Now they're constantly asking/gushing about Noah and if they aren't talking about him they're talking about Sarah's son, Zach who just turned four.

Every once in a while Graham might make a comment about his game, but it's such a rarity Nate sometimes forgets how to respond when he does.

Gabe murmurs something in Swedish and blows his phone a kiss, so his facetime with Mel is over and he puts his eye mask on. He squirms briefly before turning in his seat and his head falls against EJ's shoulder. The older defenseman rolls his eyes fondly before scratching at the Swede's thick hair like you would a dog's ears and Gabe mutters, "fuck off, Erik" despite leaning further into the touch and it's all so familiar until Nate hears Erik's rough and bone-weary voice say into the receiver of his phone, "We don't have to keep doing this you know?" 

He turns up the volume on his airpods, not caring that it defeats the purpose of the app, after he hears EJ say, "Send me a video. Last time you tried to give yourself the shot, you ended up with a bruise the size of my hand. I'm not coming home to that again."

Even with the soothing voice from the mediative app in his ears, he still hears EJ say, "I hate this. But I love you so much, Aut, so until you tell me you want to stop, we'll keep doing it. Kiss the little rascal for me and, uh, send me pictures of the injection sight in the morning. I love you, babe."

And then the plane takes off and Nate's regulating his breathing and he falls asleep until he hears everyone start rustling and moving around as the pilot announces they're making their descent into Vegas.

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They're taking the ice for warm ups and Nate can't stop himself from looking for you and Noah. Where you two usually sit behind the glass at Ball Arena, Pacioretty's kids and wife are along with Fleury's. The kids have their noses pressed to the glass, watching their Dad in his flashy gold jersey as he shoots one timers and then wristers and back handers before he skates over to them, messing around with a puck as he flips it on the end of his stick back and forth, making them laugh and squeal.

Fleury skates over, sans mask and taps his stick against the glass and his kids rush toward him. 

Nate turns away and nearly ends up falling after EJ suddenly appeared at his left side, seemingly out of nowhere. His cornflower eyes are somber, more grey than blue even under the bright arena lights and his lips are pursed into a flat thin line and before he can say it, Nate tells him, "I didn't hear anything."

"You're a shitty liar, Nathaniel" A brief twitch of his lips. "Thanks for not asking me about it." And then he skates back to the red line doing drills with Gravy.

"It's never going to be easy," There's Gabe's warm tenor, always charming smile on his lips as he skates up to Nate, movement as smooth as ever while he leans on his stick. "But for sixty minutes just sixty minutes, we need you here and not back at home. Y/N and Noah are watching with Mel and Autumn and he's having fun with Linnea, Lucas and Huck. They're fine and they miss you, too but they understand where you have to be. Focus, Nate," There's his Captain's voice, something he's always been extremely good at is knowing when to use it and Nate just nods, knowing he's right.

And what better motivation is there to win this game than getting to go home to Y/N and Noah riding high after a win to force a game seven and finally come one step closer to The Cup.

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It's the best pass of his career. Objectively he'll never be able to prove it and the experts will point to others, but with two minutes to go in a tie game and Stephenson, Reaves and Whitecloud all over him as he tries to advance the puck, he sees an open lane - like it's happening in slow motion - and Cale's at the top of the key, Mikko on his right and Gabe at the net while EJ patrols the space behind the net. The puck hits Cale's stick right on the tape, that perfect spot and he shoots high and to the right and Fleury moves, lightning fast as ever, but his catching glove isn't high enough and the puck whizzes past his outstretched hand and lands softly behind him.

The only thing Nate hears is the celly as Gabe wraps Cale in a bear hug, nearly lifting him off his skates as Mikko yells in Finnish. Next thing he knows, all five of them are hugging and slapping each other's helmets and tapping sticks.

They head to the bench for a line change and the last minute and a half is the longest of his life. Stone lets a wicked one timer go just as the clock winds down, but Grubi blocks it and Gabe sends the puck sailing down the other end and into Vegas' empty net.

They won. They did it. Unlike two years ago, there would be a game seven back in Denver.

……………….

 "Are you guys ready?" Willow asks Y/N, Mel and Autumn. Each of the women nod, their children in various Avs gear ranging from Noah's pajamas to Lucas and Huck's mini jerseys to Linnea's stylish outfit she picked out herself complete with crimson tutu.

"Daddy?" Huck asks, little fist rubbing at his eyes and Willow can't stop herself from letting out an aww. "Yeah, Hucksy we're about to see Daddy," Autumn murmurs, gently rubbing his back. "He's going to be on the TV right there and then he'll be home soon. We'll see Uncle Nate and Uncle Gabe, too."

"Papa!!! Papa!!!" Lucas yelps at the sight of Gabe, Erik and Nate filing into the media room and taking their seats. "Shhhh," Linnea hisses at her younger brother, flushing as Mel casts her a brief but pointed glare. "We're surprising Papa and Uncle Nate and Uncle EJ are getting surprised, too so we have to be quiet." Her voice is gentle and Lucas nods, mouth snapping shut.

"All right, it looks like our first question of the night," They hear Vegas' media rep say. "Is from Tony with the Swedish Newspaper Expressen and it is for Avalanche Captain, Gabriel Landeskog."

Mel stifles her laughter at Gabe's puzzled expression, strong brows furrowing and smooth lips pursing. She gently whispers in Lucas' ear, encouraging him to talk before the camera in the house turns to them so Gabe can see them. 

"Papa!!" He squeals instead and she laughs along with Linnea and then Gabe is able to see them as they wave and he laughs, the familiar warm and bright burst making the ache at him being away from home lessen ever so slightly. The Swedish his sister Bea always teases about him losing having been in America for so long now is strong on his tongue, tripping up slightly as he addresses their children, crystal blue eyes shimmering with tears like her own brown are doing.

"God nat," good night Gabe tells Linnea and Lucas who repeat the phrase back and blow kisses and then Gabe addresses her and even after all this time, her cheeks burn and with one final wave, they disappear from the screen and it's Autumn and Huck's turn to give EJ a little bit of home on the road.

 ………………………...

"Next up we have Bruce from the Bloomington Register in Minnesota with a question for Alternate Captain, Erik Johnson."

Erik's sure he knows where this is going after Mel and his niece and nephew surprised Gabe. Especially given the "reporter's" name. But he doesn't let himself get his hopes up just in case he really is talking to Bruce from Bloomington. 

Then there's Autumn's beautiful face filling the screen, her chestnut hair spilling around her slim shoulders, olive green eyes sparkling as she holds their son who's babbling and squealing and trying to reach for him. He wants to hold them both; Huck because he's never missed anyone so deeply that he feels it in his bones and his blood and Autumn because he's sick of her brave face about trying to have another baby.

For now, he'll let Huck's happy babbles and squeals wash over him like a balm and know Autumn is doing the same thing. But when they get back to Denver, he's going to do whatever it takes to make her believe she doesn't have to put herself through hell to give him another baby.

"Wow, Bruce," He says, bringing himself back to the here and now. "That is an excellent question; insightful, thoughtful," And when he hears Autumn's throaty laugh, his heart lifts and Huck squeaks, "Night night" and he waves before tucking himself into his Mom's chest and Erik can't help himself, "I feel you, Hucksy that's my favorite place to fall asleep, too."

"ERIK!" Autumn shrieks and the warm tint to her tan skin has him flashing his toothless grin, as wide and unashamed as ever.

……………….

Nate laughs, happy that EJ - even with all that's happening with him and Autumn and trying to have another baby - can still be EJ. He doesn't think about Vegas' media rep telling him he'll be answering a question from Kathy from The Star-Metro Halifax and how Gabe and EJ were surprised by their families and how that's probably what's going to happen to him.

Then he hears it, your gentle voice, coaxing Noah to ask his question and then both of you are filling the screen; the soft smile on your face as you wave along with Noah going straight to his heart which rises because he can see your faces but falls because you're still miles apart.

"You played real good tonight, Daddy," Noah says tugging on JJ's ears as he squirms slightly. "Did you do somethin' special?" He asks, lisp tripping over the letter s the same way he remembers doing as a kid.

"Yeah, Nate," You echo, teasing lilt to your voice as your eyes sparkle. "Did you do anything special before such a big game?"

"I did what I always do," Nate answers. "I thought about you guys. I take down the only pictures I've ever had in my stall back home and I bring them on the road with me and hang them up in my visitor's stall and when I look at them, I know you're out there with me, that I'm doing this for you."

………………

Y/N feels her heart seize in a way it never has, like, it's growing too big for her chest. She didn't know Nate did that at all. She feels tears gather at the edges of her eyes because oh my god. She kisses the familiar downy hair on Noah's head, the same shade as Nate's was when he was growing up and holds him tight and when Nate explains one of the pictures he keeps in his stall and takes on the road is the first picture of Noah, she can't help but remember taking it.

You're amazed how even just after three weeks Noah has already changed so much. You still can't believe he's yours. The love you shared with Nate so deeply manifested itself into this perfect baby boy that you both loved more than anything in the world.

Nate's paternity leave had ended far too fast and you almost wished Noah could have decided to come during the off season so you both could have him here every second of every day. So instead of being here with you, he was on his way to St. Louis and then Nashville and Carolina.

You always hated him leaving for roadies, but this was different; he wasn't just leaving you he was leaving your son, too and you could see it on his face and in the weariness of his body. He didn't want to go, for the first time in his life he did not want to play hockey.

"Hey, little guy," You cooed as the glacial blue eyes Noah shared with his father peered back at you from inside your arms. "I think Daddy could use some cheering up and I know just the thing that will do it."

"And then my phone buzzed," Nate's voice brings you back from the memory. "And Y/N sent me the picture of Noah in the onesie and hat, and that night I scored two goals and grabbed a couple assists, if I remember right. So he's my good luck charm. I always make sure to put on a show for him. But uh, the other picture I keep is from when Y/N and I got married a couple years ago. We didn't think Noah would be there, but he was the best surprise/wedding present we could have asked for."

You laugh, shaking your head as your cheeks flush and you know the picture Nate's talking about. 

It's so easy to remember your wedding day. Sidney had graciously offered his home for the wedding. EJ had built the archway that you and Nate would stand under to exchange your vows and Autumn, who he had married at the home he had in Orange County the year before, would take the pictures, her wedding present to the two of you.

The sound of her throaty laugh just before she took the picture you knew Nate was talking about echoes in your mind and you're right back there on the lake in Cole Harbour, the sun high in the sky and you and Nate were at the reception.

"Go head Noah," Autumn laughs. "Smash the cake right in Daddy's face like he did to Mommy."

The chestnut haired photographer coaxes your son who you can't believe is two years old now. You hadn't expected to get pregnant before the wedding but you also hadn't expected the Avs - after having their best season - to suffer such a brutal loss to the Vegas Golden Knights in the semi finals that year. And Nate had taken the loss especially hard.

So that night when he came home, you let him seek refuge with your body. You let him pour every emotion he was feeling into making love with you until he literally couldn't hold himself up anymore. 

Then during your cake testing you had run off into the bathroom emptying your stomach and you realized you were late. And now here you were on this beautiful summer's day covered in lemon mousse and fresh berries and just as Autumn said, "Bull's eye," you turned and cake was smeared all over Nate's handsome face while Noah laughed, little body shaking in his father's strong arms.

And you were laughing, too and so was Nate as he gently smeared the mousse onto Noah's nose. Valiantly the toddler tried to lick the sweet dessert off his nose and huffed when he couldn't.

Autumn's camera went off again and again and then, she came up to you and Nate, camera around her neck and the blush colored gown you had chosen for your bride's maids swishing at her feet. "This one's my favorite," Her low but sweet voice says as she lands on the picture of all three of you, covered in cake and laughing.

Apparently it's also Nate's favorite and it makes you smile.

…………………..

Nate finishes explaining the picture from the wedding he has in his stall and then he talks about the third picture. He'll never forget that day Autumn following you and him around his hometown and all the places that made it home for him and all the places he took you to and how you would take your son there some day.

You were about six months pregnant and you had found out you would be having a boy and you wanted to do a pregnancy photoshoot.

Nate still remembers your shy suggestion of doing it in Cole Harbour. Using the house he grew up in if his parents said it was okay and taking pictures at all the places he loved as a boy and how you would show your son and tell him he would get to go there someday.

"The last picture is my favorite picture of Y/N. EJ's wife, Autumn did the pictures for the photoshoot and I still don't know how she did it," He laughs, shaking his head. "But she made Y/N look even more beautiful than she already was. Noah was kicking a lot back then and Y/N would have to walk and rub her belly so he would calm down and uh, that's what she was doing; walking around near the lake in this dress… It was blue and had tiny flowers all over. Her hair was in waves…"

Nate thought there would be more posing and staging or whatever, like, the way team media was done at the beginning of the season but Autumn wasn't interested in the two of you looking staged. Sometimes she would tell you to move closer or turn a certain way, but that was it.

The pictures were coming out great, though. 

You were out by the lake walking through the grass barefoot, hands constantly moving over your bump as Noah - that was going to be your son's name - kicked up a storm.

The sun was setting, dipping below the horizon as the sky turned from blue to a mixture of oranges, yellows and reds. 

The dress you wore was a royal blue that brought out your eyes and left your shoulders bare. Your hair that Nate loved to run his fingers through was styled in waves, falling down your back while one of the daisies that grew on the property was behind your right ear.

And the next thing Nate knew, Autumn was showing him the picture she had taken. The one he knew you didn't realize was being snapped and he didn't think it was possible but seeing you like that - so beautiful with your hands caressing your bump where Noah was growing - made him fall in love with you all over again.

"So I look at that picture, Y/N with her hands on her stomach looking more beautiful than should be possible and it reminds me of why I do this," You hear Nate say and you don't know how your heart is fitting inside your chest. "I do it for her, for Noah. For the family that's waiting for me every night whether we win or we lose. They'll be there and I know as long as I have them I can do anything."

And with you staring back at him, Noah in your lap - even if you are thousands of miles away, Nate doesn't feel so homesick any more.

After all, you'll be there waiting as soon as he walks through the door like you always are.

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