#When you time travel and you can't save everyone you HAVE to let the horrors happen but maybe it's enough to just save ONE person?

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Unforeseen Reunion | TP Ratchet x Drift/Deadlock | NSFW 18+

Word count: 7000+ 😲

Warnings: Smut ( valve and plug interfacing ), mentions of violence, near death experiance and angst. NSFW 18+.

Notes: So yeah, I lost complete control of myself. Holy crap, I'm impressed with myself. I decided I wanted to go with Prime universe as that's what my hyperfixation went with. I didn't completely focus on canon just so everyone is aware. I had way too much fun with this and I'm so obsessed with these two. Enjoy this work of art you beautiful sinners. 🥰

The crash landing was the sign that his luck had run out. Deadlock had been travelling for far too long, isolated in his barely hanging on ship without contact, that's until he managed to receive a transmission from decepticons. He should've been pleased, yet he didn't feel it, just emptiness.

It wasn't until he hit the earth's atmosphere that his ship decided it had enough, power shut off and he came plummeting towards the earth. He tried gaining control but that failed so he tried contacting the decepticons requesting assistance, but even that was a deadend. No help was coming for him.

Bracing for impact he thought he might have a chance but the rough landing was much harsher than expected, throwing him around and a sharp piece of metal punctured through him, slicing his fuel tank and severed a fuel line. Terrific.

Deadlock manages to get himself out of his piece of scrap ship and take a few steps forward, only to collapse onto the ground with a pained grunt and look down at his servo that held his wounded area to see a lot of energon was leaking from him. He can't help but let out a vented chuckle, convinced this was going to be it for him.

Only managing to get a short distance away from the crash site he couldn't walk anymore and slid his back down against a tree, venting out heavily as if a pressure was lifted from him. He knew though, his systems were struggling, warnings flashing before his optics, it won't be long before he shuts down and slowly offline from bleeding out. One more time he tried making contact but got nothing in return. Either his com links weren't working or they didn't care about him.

There used to be someone in his life who was very dear to him. He saved his life after getting himself hooked up on circuit boosters, gave him a chance, and he stayed with him. He loved him with all his spark, then the war started and that's where it all went wrong.

Eventually he would make choices and every choice has a price. Whether it was worth it or not, Deadlock never wanted to answer that himself.

He was one of Megatron's favourites. He's the one who gave him his new name and grew from that back on cybertron. He thought he was making the right choice, but he was wrong, and he's had to live with that all this time. He became emotionless, making him willing to kill when needed or ordered, leaving a trail of horrors behind which was enough to make any autobot and decepticon worst nightmare.

Now, he was dying, alone. Just as he deserved.

Leaning himself against the tree all he could do was observe his surroundings, take in what might be his last memories. Everything grew weaker, more burned out as his fuel tank pumped harshly to get energon through him, only for it to leak out.

His audios managed to pick up some sounds of a ground bridge. Had they finally decided to show pity and come for him? He onlines his hazy optics only to be met with the end of a blaster and an autobot symbol.

"Oh just my luck." Deadlock manages to say between harsh vents. "An autobot gets to watch me die in my final moments....or, you can take the shot, put me out of my misery?"

"Is that what you want?" Arcee keeps her guard up and weapons ready, not wanting to give him any chance to attack if he was faking.

"Does it matter what I want?"

"No, it doesn't." Bulkhead comes up behind, forcing Deadlock to move his helm up to look at him.

"Well you're a big one." He casually smirks through his pain. "So, what's it going to be? What's the...autobot thing to do?"

Arcee and Bulkhead had been sent to investigate the crash sight after it made impact. They knew it was a decepticon shuttle but weren't sure if it was occupied. Upon arrival it's confirmed. Neither wanted to let their guard down just in case he had any tricks or if the decepticons might show up.

"What do you think?" Bulkhead asks Arcee, unsure what they should do. Letting him die without them helping didn't seem right, but he was a con.

"Let's call Optimus, see what he has to say." Arcee answers.

Deadlock heard the autobot leader's name causing him to let out another vented chuckle. "Your big boss is here? Huh. Alright, call him, see if he has mercy on a filthy con." He was just talking, it's all he can do for his final moments.

While Bulkhead makes the call Arcee keeps her optics on him with her blaster still drawn. "You got a name?"

The big ask. "If I told you...you're going to wish you pulled the trigger." He decided to not say his name. If she found out, she might just pull the trigger on him without hesitation, not that he cared.

"I don't recognize you. You're not someone I've bumped into before, and I remember every bot I have. So who are you?"

"How about you tell me your name first?" Deadlock manages to tilt his helm to the side as he meets her optics, letting out a smirk when all she gives is silence, his pearly white dentas and sharp fangs pressing over his bottom lips. "Yeah...that's what I thought."

Deadlock notices Arcee say something else but it all goes deaf to his audios. He's lost a lot of energon and he knows he's in trouble as things in him start slowly shutting down. He manages to activate his audios again and this is when he hears more voices and steps coming closer. If he was to survive, he wasn't even sure what he'd do next, not anymore.

A part of him did want to be offline. It'll end everything for good, and perhaps give him some peace of mind, not that he deserved it.

"Hey, you still with us?" Bulkhead taps the top of his helm to bring him back, causing him to let out a groan and online again.

"Sort of..." Is his only honest answer.

"Well, today is your lucky day con. Our medic is going to come and patch you up. Try to remember this moment that we helped you." Bulkhead adds firmly for him to think about.

"I'm jumping with joy." Deadlock chuckles dryly, a little energon drops from his mouth as he tastes it flooding in his intake. Yeah, he felt it was too late.

"Drift?"

That voice.

He manages to move his helm back up and his amber optics flickered as he meets the gaze of the ghostly familiar figure standing before the ground. Ratchet. His Ratchet.

"You know him?" Arcee was surprised to hear Ratchet say the decepticons name. But Ratchet couldn't answer, he was frozen, as if he was petrified or enthralled by the very sight of what he thought he lost those years ago.

Deadlock, his given decepticon name, lets out a softly dry laugh that lingers longer with a smile, disbelief and sadness overwhelming his struggling processor. He finally found him.

"Perhaps I am lucky." He says with his wide smile, sharp dentas glittering in under the sunlight. "It's good to see you Ratty."

Under Optimus' orders Ratchet came to patch up the new decepticon before sending him on their way. He was a medic, he treated the wounded, but treating a decepticon was different. He's done it before of course, but not often. Ratchet felt his servos shake as he stood there. Hearing the old pet name made his vents hitch a little and his own emotions boiling up, completely deaf to Arcee as she questions him.

It's not until Deadlock slumps against the tree that Ratchet finally acted. Hurrying forward he came to his side and started to work on him. His wounds were bad, he knew this already just simply looking at him from afar.

"How do you know him?" Arcee repeats coming to the medics side.

"Later." Ratchet's focus was on him. "Let me work."

Neither Bulkhead or Arcee have ever seen Ratchet like this before. Sure, they've seen him sad, angry, annoyed, happy, but this is different.

When he feels his servos against his frame Deadlock lets out a shutter, both relief and pain. He tilts his helm up to get a better look at Ratchet and manages to hold a soft smile that feels foreign to him, he hasn't smiled like that in a very long time. There was a deep history there, and the two went through a lot together, right before he hurt his Ratty. He didn't deserve to be saved, or given a chance. Damage was done.

"Saving your life, again." Ratchet mutters mostly to himself, his own emotions rattled. "Reckless. Stupid. All this time and you're online, still. I'm out of my mind. I should hate you, no, I do hate you, but my spark is aching for you." His voice is low as if he's whispering to himself but Deadlock hears it. "Why did you....How could you...." His words break apart and that hits Deadlock hard.

"I'm sorry." Is all he can whisper, touching Ratchet's working servo and gaining his attention. "I'm sorry....I'm so sorry." Apologising won't fix the past or his choices, but it's the first time he's ever said it to him.

As much as Ratchet is hurting he knew he couldn't lose him again. Whatever happens next will be whether it was too late or not.

"Kids, stay back." Bulkhead hurries through the ground bridge first and warns the kids all hanging around the raised platform along with Agent Fowler and June.

"What's going on?" Raf asks curiously, noticing his worried expression.

"Optimus, he won't listen. Can you talk to him? This is crazy!" Arcee is next feeling enraged about Ratchet's decision.

Ratchet comes through next, carrying a badly wounded Deadlock in his arms with strength no one else had seen him with for a long time.

"You brought a Decepticon back here?" June raises her hand over Raf and makes sure the kids stay behind her. "Ratchet the kids are here!"

"Don't like it, find the door." Ratchet barks back, taking many of them off guard. He ignores everyone and places him on the medical berth, quickly gathering tools to start stabilising him.

Deadlock was hanging close over the edge, everything in him hurt and his processor was swimming wildly. He had no idea where he was, only that Ratchet was with him, and that's all that mattered.

"So cool." Miko comes closer to get a better view. Jack tries to stop her.

"Miko-"

"No way I want to watch!"

Optimus comes closer but stays out of Ratchet's way and stares at the decepticon brought in, his optics widening a little as if something clicked in his processor, and Arcee notices this.

"You know him too. Ratchet called him Drift. Who is that?"

Optimus is quiet before looking at his comrades. "Ratchet knows him. Let him work."

"But-"

"Please, Arcee." Optimus knew just how sensitive this would be for his old friend, and can't imagine but he must be feeling right now.

Arcee finally backs off but that doesn't mean she was alright with this. Most of everyone wasn't. Miko sits on the edge of the lower platform as she watches Ratchet do his magic on the decepticon, a fascination. June only manages to keep Jack and Raf away, still not liking that a decepticon was near the kids base.

"Prime, is this safe?" Agent Fowler questions him quietly. "I get that he's a friend of Ratchet's, but that doesn't change he's a decepticon."

"I understand your concern. But please, I'm asking you all to let Ratchet handle this." Optimus didn't want to explain everything in that moment, respecting Ratchet and hoping everyone will follow the same.

Deadlock was in and out of it for a bit, gold optics flashing repeatedly as Ratchet tried to stop the bleeding and keep him stable. Everything hurt through him, but not as bad as the ache in his spark that throbs with grief for his Ratty. He was saving his life yet again, trying to at least.

"Are you still with me?" Ratchet's tone is more gentle as he hovers over him once he manages to stop the bleeding.

"Ah huh..." He manages to say between heavy vents.

"I need to repair the damage and get energon running through you again. Try to keep still, you're at the start of a long road recovery."

Before he could say anything else, Ratchet had gone to get a few things. Deadlock tilts his helm a little to the side and through his flickering vision he spots something, or someone. The pink is what catches his attention first and gives himself a moment to adjust his vision before it clears up almost.

"Well, you're tiny." He manages to say softly through a short chuckle.

"I might be small, but I can rip your spark out." Miko doesn't hold back.

"I better...stay on your good side than. What are you?"

"What am I? I'm human. The names Miko. You've never seen a human before?"

"Nah, you're the first, Miko."

"What are your first impressions?"

"Well...you did threaten to rip my spark out...so I'm fearful of you." He only meant it as a joke and Miko knew this, and she gave a small smirk at him. She didn't like cons, but this one seems different.

Even Ratchet didn't seem bothered about his interaction with her. June slowly comes closer, Jack and Raf right behind her, still being careful.

"You're Drift, right?" Miko leans her chin against the railing feeling a bit more comfortable to stay.

"Yes." It's Ratchet that answers quickly before Deadlock could. He understood. Meeting his gaze there was that firm and serious blaze he knew all too well from his Ratty. It meant there was going to be no further mention about it.

"Yeah...I'm Drift." Saying the name again after so long felt weird, but guess he'll adjust to it again.

Suddenly, he jolts and groans in pain through clenched dentas as Ratchet wields something into place. It hurts a lot, but at least it doesn’t last too long.

"Could you give me a warning next time?" He vents once it stops.

"Nope." Ratchet answers simply.

He understands.

"How do you two know each other?" It's Raf that bravely asks, mainly both of them.

"We...go way back." Drift answers, optics shifting at the medic at his side. "Ain't that right Ratty?"

"Hm." Ratchet doesn't answer much after hearing his old nickname.

"Ratty?" Miko can't help but smirk at the medic.

"Only he is allowed to call me that." He tells her. No one else ever did.

"He hates it, but I get away with it." Drift smirks lightly before wincing again. "Frag..." Optics manage to cast over at the other autobots standing together outside the bay and staring, most of them looking not too happy causing him to vent out. "Stop."

Ratchet does but only because he's confused. "What?"

"Just...stop. Just...you shouldn't be helping, you know?"

"Do you want to be offline?" Ratchet hits his tool against the table causing the humans the jump and gives an intense stare at Drift. "Do you just want to give up?"

"Your friends don't want to waste resources on a filthy con...I don't deserve it. You...you shouldn't be helping me."

"Well, too bad. You don't get to have a say in what I do, we're well past that. Perhaps you're right about not deserving to be saved, but the only one that gets to decide your fate is me." Ratchet leans closer to Drift, optics burning, before he erupts. "The only way you will be offline is if I allow it, because I'm the only one who has every right to let you bleed out right now! You don't get to decide your fate! I do! Is that understood?!"

His outburst is heard by everyone. Even the humans shrink away a little, never seeing Ratchet this angry before. Something deep was there, but no one knew just how deep.

Drift doesn't flinch. He takes it, accepts Ratchet's rage. He's right, only he has the right to decide what happens next. All he can do is let him do what he wants, he is no longer in control of his fate.

"Understood."

Ratchet lets out a heavy vent and goes back to work on him, only to look up when he feels everyone staring. "What?" He snaps, bothered that everyone was just staring.

"Everyone, let's give them space." Optimus finally says. "Ratchet has work to do." He'll give that privacy to his old friend without distractions.

June leads the kids away and Miko follows to let Ratchet work. Only Optimus understands what Ratchet must be feeling, he knew what Drift meant to him, and knew just what they've both dealt with over the years. The others all had raising questions but at least they weren't hammering either him or Ratchet with them to get answers, and respected what Optimus had said.

It is a long recovery for Drift. Weeks go by, but he is doing better. Ratchet worked hard to repair the damage he received from the crash and make sure his fuel lines were pumping correctly. He worked his magic and did a good job on Drift, never giving up.

"Alright, follow my digit." Ratchet was doing simple tests, everyday he did them, and Drift obeys as his optics follow the moving digit in front of him, clearing and without struggle. "Good. Better today."

Drift was feeling better, both physically and mentally. After being by himself so long it was going to take time adjusting to have others around.

Not the autobots, mainly the humans kept him company. Drift was curious about these organics. Sure, he's come across them before, but not humans. He doesn't mind them.

"Does this mean I'm off bed rest?" Drift asks as he straightens his back. Ratchet shakes his helm with a short chuckle.

"Yeah right. You're clear when I say you're clear. Just because you look and feel better doesn't mean you're fit for duty."

"Duty?

Ratchet stops and looks at him, optics unreadable before venting softly. "You're staying, right?"

It hasn't been something they've talked about really. Drift had no idea what to do next honestly. Since finding Ratchet he didn't want to leave him behind, not again.

"You're here, so I'll stay. Don't think your friends are going to like that though." He didn't think they would welcome him into team prime. "Does that mean I've got to become an autobot?"

"Don't worry about them, I'll handle it. They don't know your decepticon name, yet. I don't want to hear that name ever again. And yes, you'll become an autobot, because I said so."

Drift understands. "Alright." He was willing to do whatever Ratchet wanted. All he wanted was to have him back in his life again, to not throw away his second chance.

"Good. Now, let's have a closer look."

Drift feels Ratchet's servos touch both sides of his cheek platings, examining him further and making sure he didn't miss anything. But Drift slowly leans into the touch, purring, and reaches up to touch them both under his own. The action gets Ratchet's attention and they both stare at one another, the fondness slowly growing as the medic's optics soften.

Ratchet does like the purrs Drift makes, he always did, and hearing it again makes his knees feel weak. Such a strange effect it gives, yet so addictive. It's been so long since he last heard them, causing his feelings to stir wildly. As much as he hated him for his choices, he never stopped loving him.

Neither did Drift. He has a lot of regrets, but the one he'll always carry is he hurt Ratchet. He'll always carry the weight of that.

Leaning closer, Drift presses the front of their helms together, savouring the moment for as long as he can as his optics shutter closed. Ratchet doesn't lean away and lets it happen.

Drift wants to kiss him, and he tries to do this by leaning closer towards his lips, but Ratchet stops him. The moment is gone.

"It's too soon." Ratchet can only whisper, trying to keep his emotions from pouring out. "You left a deep wound, one I could never repair."

Drift knew he deserved that.

"Your injuries aren't the only recovery you'll be going through. There's a lot....between us, that needs time to heal. Won't be simple, but I need time to adjust to this, to trust you again."

"So there's a chance?" Drift held onto that hope.

Ratchet vents softly and caresses his servo against his cheek plating again, running his digit under his optics gently. "I hope so."

That's all Drift needs. "Take your time then."

Optimus gathered everything, even the humans, so they can all listen to what Ratchet has to say. Drift was resting and took this moment to explain some details to his friends. They've all been very patient.

"How's he doing?" It's June that asks, the only one who was kind enough to ask about Drift.

"Doing better. Still recovering, but he's making good progress." Ratchet answers.

He looks up at everyone who stares at him, all focus and attention. His optics glance over at Optimus who was there for him through this. It's time to reveal it.

"Drift and I have a long history, all the way to the time before the war started on cybertron. He hasn't made the best choices in his life, which is why things are messy between us, but he wants to change, make better choices. I'm willing to give him that second chance."

"I understand your concerns." Optimus then jumps in and speaks to everyone. "We both do, but I trust Ratchet to take charge of him, and I believe there's hope for Drift, to become better."

"So he's becoming an autobot?" Jack asked curiously.

"He will. It's a lot to ask but it would be a great help if everyone treated him fairly, so he can settle into this life. He's been alone for a long time without contact, it has affected him, but with time he'll adjust and do better." Ratchet explains.

"Is he like your best friend?" Raf asks innocently.

The medic gives himself a moment before finally saying it. "Drift is my conjunx endura."

"What?' Arcee quirks quickly in surprise.

"You never said you had one!" Bulkhead is just as surprised while Bumblebee lets out a bunch of whirls and beeps along with them.

"Ah, sorry, humans are confused here." Agent Fowler raises his hand. "What's a...conjunx endura?"

"Well, for humans to understand, we're married." Ratchet clarifies.

"What?!"

Ratchet knew this was going to be a shock to everyone, and he'll silently admit he was trying to avoid this moment, but knew that wasn't going to last forever. They had a right to know what Drift meant to him, and what happened.

"Drift comes from a troubled life. He got himself addicted to circuit boosters, drugs for humans to understand, lost himself, and Optimus found him, or at the time he was Orion. He brought him to me where I had my own medical centre, doing what I could for those who were considered lower classes. I saved his life there, and I saw just how lost he looked, so I gave him a choice to stay and help me out, or he could leave. He got clean and stayed, few of the smart choices he's ever made. Over time we grew fond of one another and...well, we ended up together for a long while, fell in love, things were good and we were happy." Ratchet remembers those fond memories with him before he close his optics.

"Than the war started. Megatron approached me, offered me a position as his head medic officer, but I declined. I thought that was it, but I was very wrong. Megatron got to Drift, manipulated his mind, gave him false hope, and he fell for it. The next time I saw him he wore the Decepticon badge. He was already convinced I was going to join him, but I refused. I got angry, expressed my disappointment loudly. The Drift I grew to love left that day and he became stone cold. Megatron gave him the order to destroy the medical centre and he did it, leaving me in ruins. Megatron gives him a new name..." Ratchet went quiet. He couldn't say it, and looks at Optimus, who understands

"Deadlock."

The name rings through the autobots. They all knew that name all too well. The horrors they've heard, the carnage left behind by the same bot that was now in their base.

The humans all take notice of their reactions. "You've heard of that name?"

"The very name that a lot feared." Arcee says to them, voice full of dread. "I never bumped into him, only heard what he had done, and it's nothing good."

"Drift is Deadlock? The very con that Megatron favoured?" Bulkhead struggled to process this.

"Why did Megatron favour him?" Jack sounds worried.

"Because of his lack of emotion, no empathy, and did as he was told without hesitation." Ratchet adds through a shaky vent. "But...he's coming back around, the Drift I know. After what happened, I joined Optimus to try to do what I could for the autobots, all the while trying to silently mend the damage done to my spark. As much as I hated Drift, I never stopped loving him, and always held on some hope he might come back."

"And he did." June says softly, moved by the story he told everyone to have a better understanding of what just happened. Though they were concerned about his past with the decepticons, they understood what Ratchet must be feeling to get his lover back again after so long.

Ratchet lets out a shaky vent and looks at everyone. "I'm willing to forgive for his mistakes, because that's my choice. I need to ask you all to respect our privacy, our past, and for there to be no further questions about Drift's time with the decepticons. Please, don't shut him out, give him a chance, get to know him. He might not be the smartest, and he's made terrible choices, but there is good in him."

"I don't like cons, but he seems...different." Miko perks up, looking over at Bulkhead. "I've gotten to know him a little, he's not so bad. Just have to ignore that history part with the cons."

Bulkhead groaned in displeasement but knew there wasn't really going to be any other way around this. Drift was going to become one of them, so they might as well start opening up to him.

"We'll do that." Arcee then says through a soft vent. "For you Ratchet, we'll give him a chance."

Ratchet feels himself relax a little hearing this. He had a pretty good team here. "Thank you."

Drift is up and walking. He then finds himself facing the autobots and humans, all looking at him as Optimus and Ratchet approach. Least they didn't have weapons drawn on him, it's a start.

Optimus is first to speak. "Drift, we've all talked to one another and Ratchet has informed the others about your bondage with him. It is Ratchet's wish to give you a second chance, for you to leave behind your past with the decepticons and to become one of our own. I ask for you to have zero connections with any decepticon and to prove yourself among our team here."

Drift looks at Ratchet who gives a simple nod at him. This was his chance to fix what he tore apart between them, to show he could be something better. He wanted that.

"Thanks, Optimus. I'll do whatever Ratty says, I don't want to let him down again, or anyone for that matter."

"Ratty?" June can't help but repeat through a small smile.

"None of you are allowed to call me that." Ratchet points at everyone with a firm glare.

"Only I can." Drift sends him a smirk knowing he was right about that.

"I'm going to lay down a few things as well." Ratchet starts as he steps closer towards him. "You'll follow our rules, our ways, no arguments or whining about it. You'll treat everyone here with respect and you'll be treated the same in return. Everything is going to be stripped, your model, colours, nothing that will give any decepticon a hint who you used to be, a complete new look. Understood?"

Drift listens and doesn't hesitate to nod. Like he said, whatever his Ratty wanted. He was in his control now. "Sure, alright." He gives a smile, sharp denta's lightly exposed.

Ratchet stares before pointing. "I'm removing those modified dentas." Drift's smile slips and goes to say something but Ratchet raises his servo. "Nope! They're going. They look ridiculous on you."

Drift vents heavily. Complete new look. "Alright...whatever you want."

"Wow, who are you and what have you done with Drift?" Miko asks the completely new looking robot sitting in the medical bay. She had just arrived with the others. It seemed Ratchet was very serious.

Drift sends the girl a soft smirk, sharp dentas now back to their default model along with most of his amour, colours neutral grey, ready for a new scan and colour.

"Ratchet wasn't kidding." He answers through a gentle chuckle. "But hey, I think it will be good to have something different."

"Something calm." Ratchet points out as he sets up some programs for Drift to scan and choose from. "Soft, nice, you know? Nothing dramatic."

"Ugh, such a control freak." Miko comes up onto the ramp along with the others.

Drift can't help but snicker. He liked humans. They were different, had a lot of character, he grew to like them very quickly in his short time there.

"What colour, Ratty?" Drift asks as he looks through some models.

"That's for you to decide."

"I want what you want."

"I want you to pick yourself. I'm sure you can't mess up on that." Ratchet doesn't mean for that to sound harsh, but it did. Drift shifts his amber optics at him, looking like a wounded feline, and Ratchet vents softly, lowering his voice. "I didn't mean-"

"It's fine." Drift doesn't want him to apologise, so he forces a smile. "I'll pick myself." He says trying to sound positive.

Ratchet nods and leaves him to it.

"Ouch." Miko whispers while hanging over the railing.

"Are things alright between you two?" The youngest Raf asks kindly.

"It's not simple, but it's progress." Drift answers honestly.

For a moment he scans through the new designs before looking up at Ratchet talking with Optimus. His optics scan over him and he smiles. He's picked a colour. Adding the program he scans the new look, his armour shifting colour and shape right in front of the kids to watch, astonished by the change happening before it finishes.

Drift looks at his reflection and smiles more. He looks good, very good. He now holds a very similar colour matching with Ratchet.

"It's a good look." Jack praises.

"You and Ratchet got matching colours now. That's cute." Miko beams.

Drift shifts his optics at Ratchet who is looking at him now, a lingering enchantment holds in his optics as he stares at Drift. They both do indeed share the same colours, a similar design, with Drift only being more slender framed.

"It is cute." Drift sends Ratchet a wink.

Ratchet has to try to cool himself when he sees Drift. He wouldn't say it, but he feels himself heat up at the sight of his long lost mate looking like that. He likes the new look. Clearing his vocals, he nods simply. "Very nice."

Drift doesn't miss the pink hue at his white cheek plating.

Laying on his berth in his given room Drift finds himself staring at the ceiling and letting his processor run over everything that's happened. He was now an autobot, one of team prime. His servo runs over the new symbol over his chest and lets out a soft vent.

It's not that he was disgusted by it, but it does feel foreign still. All this was going to take time to adjust, to move on from his troubled past and do better for him and for Ratchet.

All that time ago, when he hurt him, he lost himself. He became something dark, horrible, one of Megatron's favourites because he did anything he was told. All those memories will forever haunt him, but he hopes he can move past all that and start over with Ratchet. It's all he wants.

The sudden knock at his door jolts him out of his thoughts and goes to open it. He stares at Ratchet who stands on the other side.

"Did I wake you?" Ratchet asks through a soft tone.

"No, recharge is...it's not easy these days." Drift admits.

Ratchet nods lightly. "Can I come in?"

Drift feels his spark thump rapidly as he nods, allowing him to enter and closing the door behind. He watches as Ratchet turns to face him, and there's that struggling look he held, when he wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.

Drift comes closer, calmly stepping in front of him and trying to look into his optics. He can feel the heat radiating from his charris that he wants to touch, but holds back.

"I wanted to see you." Ratchet manages to say. "I...I just want to be with you." Hearing this makes Drift smile, only for it to slip away hearing his next words. "But I'm scared you're going to hurt me again."

"I know." Drift knows he hurt him badly, he'll never forget that. "And...I'm scared you're never going to stop hating me."

"I don't hate you. I'm just trying to trust you again."

"What can I do?" Drift doesn't know himself. "Tell me what to do."

"No." Ratchet shakes his helm, face hardening. "I want you to decide for yourself, not what I or anyone else tells you." On his own free will, not in control.

Drift gets it now. So, he does that. He touches his face plating, running his digits across and savouring the warm feeling, before closing the distance and kissing him gently.

The kiss is simple and short, but it's what Drift wants, what Ratchet wants. It's broken for just a mere moment before Drift dives in again, slowly deepening it as he slides his servos across Ratchet's shoulders and running behind his neck. Without holding back anymore ratchet consumes the kiss they share and backs him back against the berth, leaning over and pressing himself between his thighs as their lingering heated moans fill the room.

"I've missed you." Ratchet manages to whisper between kisses. "Primus...I've missed you so much."

"I'm here, I'm right here, and I'm never leaving you." Drift says before he retracts his panel, revealing his already soaking valve and the housing opens for his spike to throb out. "Please, Ratty, I need you inside me."

Climbing up over him, Ratchet retracts his panel and his throbbing spike emerges from its housing. He rubs himself against Drift, sliding between the lips of his valve, catching his sensitive node with each thrust. Drift throws his helm back against the berth and wraps his legs tightly around his waist, tugging him close and eager to get him inside.

Finally, Ratchet sinks in, groaning lowly as his spike fills Drift, feeling every ridge running against his inner walls, all the while Drift arches his back as he's filled so perfectly, mouth open as he mewls lowly. He missed this, he missed Ratchet.

Ratchet holds himself up as best he could over Drift before he sets a pace, thrusting his hips against Drift while grunting and venting heavily.

"Ratty, so good, so fragging good!" Drift chants as he holds onto him, clenching his valve around his thickness while running his servos along Ratchet's arms.

However, Ratchet makes a blunt noise, as if he's trying something but is struggling, right before he stops moving and lets out an annoyed heavy vent.

"What's wrong?" Drift vents densely as he feels Ratchet's hesitation and tries to avoid his lingering stare, removing himself from his valve as he backs up. "Hey, hey, Ratty, talk to me. D-did I do something wrong?" He touches his face plating and watches as Ratchet's optics shutter closes and leans into his touch.

"No, no, you did nothing wrong. It's me."

"What do you mean?" Drift shifts closer, placing his other servo over his shoulder and listening to whatever he might want to say.

"It's embarrassing." Ratchet rolls his helm a little. Though he knew Drift wasn't going to let this slide, the concern hanging over his face causing him to vent once more. "I'm old. My stamina isn't what it use to be."

Realization hits Drift. So that's it. He can't hold back a smile.

"Don't you dare laugh." Ratchet warns but this only causes Drift to giggle lightly. "It's not funny."

"I'm not laughing." Drift only fails as he continues to giggle.

"Stop that, you're still laughing."

"I'm not, I'm not." Drift forces himself to calm down and bit back his smile before caressing his face. "Ratty, it's alright. Don't worry about it." Leaning close he kisses him gently. "How about you let me on top? Let me take care of you."

Drift gently pushes Ratchet onto the berth and has him lay down before straddling his lap, thighs trapping against his waist while his exposed valve rubs along Ratchet's throbbing spike, causing soft moans to leave from both of them. Drift hovers closer towards Ratchet's face with a tender smile.

"You always took care of me, now it's my turn to take care of you." Leaning closer, Drift kisses him, letting it linger before gently pushing his glossa inside, coiling with Ratchet's.

Positioning himself he sinks back down onto Ratchet's thick spike and starts to ride him, rolling his hips slowly, rocking himself and riding his spike slowly.

Ratchet moves his servos to his waist, gripping his digits into his soft armour while keeping the kiss deep between them, letting out short moans and feeling more comfortable like this.

Drift vents softly into the kiss, letting out short muffled moans as he sucks at Ratchet's glossa, clenching in sync with his movements as he rides him. He moves his servo between them and he starts to stroke himself, rubbing his tip gently before pumping his servo over, arousal and pleasure quickly boiling between them.

"Drift...Primus....you're so tight." Ratchet gently praises between heated moans against his lips.

"Ratty, oh Ratty! I feel so full, filling me so good." Drift presses his forehead against Ratchet's, keeping close while riding his thick spike buried deep in his valve, rubbing against his ceiling node while Ratchet takes over to stroke Drift's cable then.

Moments like these were dreamed between the two over their time apart from each other. So much war, hate, and now reunited, lost in the moment as if nothing happened.

Drift holds a firmer grip, throwing his weight down over again more firmly, clenching around the perfectly ridged spike throbbing in his valve and rubbing against his inner walls. Moans grew more feral between the two as Ratchet kept his moving servo around Drift, feeling ever twitch and transfluid coating his digits and along the length, wet sounds growing more louder as fluids start to build and pool

Tossing his helm back, Drift lets out a louder mewl, crying out in bliss as he rides Ratchet's spike more densely. "Frag, Ratty, frag, I won't be able to hold it back!"

"Do it, let yourself go." Ratchet gives the all clear between heated vents, because he too wasn't too far off from overloading either. "Let's do it together, same time."

Drift beams warmly through the intense pleasure boiling through him as he grinds himself down over again, venting and gasping sharply, soon muffled as Ratchet kisses him firmly and feels his spike suddenly erupt deep within him, thick ropes of fluids coating his inner walls with some dripping out. Within a moment he bites his lips and gasps out sharply as his own transfluids coat between him and Ratchet, a pink glow covering over Ratchet's digits as well.

Taking his servo, Drift lifts it up to his mouth and sucks at his digits to clean to fluids, tasting himself and letting out a delightful hum around each of them. Ratchet is always heated and flushed, he didn't think it would be possible to be even more, but he was wrong when Drift did this.

"So beautiful." He whispers, allured by the delightful sight as his cooling fans kick in along with Drift's.

"You're just as pretty." Drift whispers through a luminous smile. "I love you, Ratty. I never stopped loving you. My spark will always belong to you, my beloved."

Ratchet feels his very spark jump at his words. "I love you too, Drift. Always have and always will. We'll make this work, I promise."

Drift ends up snuggled up against Ratchet, tangled under his embrace as he purrs gently against his charris. Ratchet missed that purr, a soothing vibration and sound he always cherished.

"We'll be alright, won't we?" Ratchet asks as he caresses the back of Drift's helm.

"I believe so." He hums lightly, giving him a gentle nuzzle. "You've never loosing me ever again."

"Good."

Neither will ever be apart again.

#transformers #ratchet #drift #valveplug #idw #prime #deadlock #ratchet x drift #dratchet #canon x canon #smut #fanfiction #writing #sugarrusheag #this is long #6k words #not sorry

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WISH YOU WERE HERE - WANDA MAXIMOFF X FEMALE READER

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Summary: 17 years ago, a New Jersey high school girls’ soccer team travels to Seattle for a national tournament. While flying over Canada, their plane crashes deep in the wilderness, and the surviving team members are left stranded for nineteen months. Based on Yellowjackets

Jules is portrayed by Adelaide Kane. Here.

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THIS CHAPTER HAS SERIOUS WARNINGS: +18 Angst, death, violence, blood, mentions of abuse and allusion to anthropophagy -cannibalism- if you squint; minors dni. Please, as I said before, this is going to be harder on this chapter. And I'm responsible for letting you know that, but if you don't like it, you can choose not to read it. Or skip the 'BEFORE' and go to the 'NOW'. ㅤㅤ

Author's Notes: I must clarify again, all of them are 18 years old or more. Many characters -not the main ones- will not survive, and some will act in a way that is not okay. That doesn't mean I hate them or I don't like them. I just need the story to make sense.

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CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE CHAPTER SIX CHAPTER SEVEN FINALE

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ㅤㅤBEFORE

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That night marked the beginning of one of the worst moments of their lives. The horror got worse when they came back to the cabin, found the worst scene they could have imagined.

Many of the girls were on a completely psychedelic and dangerous trip due to the intake of alcohol and hallucinogenic mushrooms. Others didn't seem to have survived the overdose. ㅤㅤ

Natasha ran over to Yelena when she saw her throwing up in the bushes, Kate standing next to her, completely pale. The blonde didn’t stop crying and vomiting, kneeling next to the body of her girlfriend, her best friend, her soulmate. She was gone. ㅤㅤ

The night that should have been special, turned into a nightmare that many couldn't easily overcome.

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“How did you know where to find us?” Y/N asked Jules, trying to be strong when Wanda cleaned her face so she wouldn't have infections. Y/N had a severe cut over her swollen eyebrow, cheekbone, and lip. Two huge bruises in the rib area.

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Those who were feeling better were trying to get over the nasty hangover. While those who didn’t seem to be very well, were in the kitchen.

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“It was the deer woman.” Jules murmured almost imperceptibly, covering herself with a blanket. She felt awful chills, trying not to pass out from hunger and dehydration.  “She told me to.”

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They all looked at each other not knowing what to say. Half of them were high, so they weren't going to judge her, but Y/N, Wanda and Natasha seemed pretty worried.

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Yelena frowned. “The fuck are you talking about?”

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Jules kept her blank gaze. “She said that she hates mischievous evil man… and and- I did it-”

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“What does that mean?” Nat asked this time, it was strange that Jules was the only one who managed to hear that ‘voice’.

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“I DON’T KNOW, I WAS DRUGGED!” Jules finally snapped and then began to cry. It felt horrible, and they all seemed to want to know the reason for everything. Except for Wanda, who seemed grateful.

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“Guys, you're asking too many questions and some of them can't even put two words together.” Wanda tried to bring peace. “She just saved us.”

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“She just… YOU WERE HIGH WITH FUCKING MUSHROOMS!” Hope moved closer to Jules, not in a very nice way.  “You killed someone because you were high! You killed our coach! The only adult who could guide us in this madness!”

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“Hey, don't talk to her like that!” Natasha stood up and pointed at the girl, making her step back.  “You were too while you were drooling the ground like a fucking worm.”

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“I killed him because he was going to do something to Wanda!” Jules sniffed, a little surprised that Nat stood up for her.

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“Well, we don't know now how it was because the Coach is dead!” Sharon huffed, but those words earned everyone's attention. ㅤㅤ

“Excuse me? Are you saying that I'm lying?” Wanda frowned, leaving that towel aside. Y/N was about to get up and hit Sharon, but didn’t because Wanda placed a hand on her shoulder.  

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“The fuck is wrong with you?!” Y/N screamed anyway, feeling a shooting pain due to the swelling.

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“All I'm saying is we should listen to both sides...and one is dead. Chopped. TWICE.” Sharon shook her head, perhaps a bit sorry for her words or perhaps she still believed in that.

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“I was there, he wanted to…” Wanda swallowed hard. “h-he wanted to do things against my will... And if you don't believe me, just look at Y/N's face.”

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Y/N sighed deeply, trying to calm down. She was furious, especially with herself. Feeling so guilty and angry, how did she let him touch Wanda? How had she been so useless? She couldn't protect her.

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FIVE DAYS LATER

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Things didn't seem to improve between them, much less in survival. According to Jennifer, they have been there for three months now, and now winter has arrived.  It could be seen in their faces, their bodies, and their spirits.

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Their lips dry and cut due to the cold, they were kept warm thanks to the fire that was lit all day. And sometimes even the blankets weren't helpful.

The worst came when some of them began to have flu symptoms, they were treated in the attic but without any kind of help, the condition progressed to pneumonia and died.

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The loss of those girls created a massive rift in them. The ones who believed that what happened to Jules had some kind of epiphany, and who just believed that it had been pure coincidence.

Strangely, those who first criticized her later began to treat her differently.

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Wanda sighed deeply and looked at the water in the bucket. Her pale hands turned red as she began to scrub the clothes. She didn't know why she did that, maybe because she didn't want to freeze to death in a corner. It was just water, they didn't even have soap anymore.

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“Are you okay?” Y/N knew it was the stupidest question she could ask, but did it anyway. Wanda was far from being okay, like all the other girls.

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Y/N was coming back from the day's hunt, which wasn't a hunt but more like wandering through the cold woods and looking for something to eat.

Her face was still hurt, although the swelling gradually disappeared, those wounds were beginning to heal slowly too., those wounds were beginning to heal slowly too., those wounds were beginning to heal slowly too.

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She took Wanda's hands, completely reddish from the cold, and caressed them to keep them warm.

Y/N knew that Wanda was having a difficult few days after Ward attacked her. Although the brunette tried to hide it, Y/N knew that the sadness inside was increasing. Nobody deserved to go through that.

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“Yeah, I'm just doing some laundry for myself.” Wanda only kept her gaze lowered, hadn't been feeling well for days.  “I don't like keep on wearing the same clothes, even if it's stupid and doesn't make sense.”

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 “Makes all the sense in the world, okay?” Y/N smiled tenderly and caressed her cheek, making Wanda look up. But even though those expressive green eyes could show all the love she felt inside, Y/N could also see the sadness and fear.

ㅤㅤ “I’m scared, detka.” Wanda said in a shaky voice, about to cry. Although she tried to be positive, everything seemed to get worse.  “I don't want to die.”

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“I won't let anything happen to you.” Y/N said worriedly, cradling Wanda's face in her hands.

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“I want to do so many things, you know? I want to go out with you on a nice date, I want to visit New York too.” The sokovian finally cried. “I want to tell everyone that I love you…”

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“Wands…” she whispered; Y/N's vision was clouded by tears.

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“I want us to go to dinner with my parents, because I know they will adore you. And- and I want to live, I don’t want to die here.” Wanda finally burst into tears, hugging her girlfriend tightly.

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However, when she looked up to look out the window, Y/N could only see something beautiful and terrifying at the same time. It was snowing, and that could only mean the worst.

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Tired of listening to how some of them argued with each other, the redhead decided to go out for a moment even though it was cold. Nat left the cabin and noticed how Jules was wrapped in a blanket, watching the trees.  “Hey… It's cold here.”

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But Jules didn't even answer.

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“It’s snowing…” Nat continued even though the dark-haired girl still ignored her. Snowflakes fell again and again, sealing their fates.  “It used to be something beautiful.”

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“I just want to be alone.” Jules murmured, settling in between the covers.

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“It's understandable when you've got fifteen girls in there talking for three months.” Nat smirked. She was trying to be nice to Jules, for the first time.

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“Half of them think I'm special or something, and it just freaks me out. I'm sick of it.” Jules swallowed, she hadn't been the same since the Doomcoming.  “Half of them thinks I'm crazy… Maybe I am, I don't know what to think anymore.”

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Natasha turned to see her, a warm look this time. “You saved the girls, that's what matters.”

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“I can't think about it, only the blood on my hands.” The lump in her throat made it difficult for her to speak.  “And every time I get colder and hungrier. We are.”

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She turned to see Nat, both of them sharing a moment and a necessary connection.

For the first time, Natasha felt like wrapping her arms around Jules and not letting her go. Maybe because she felt that Jules wasn't looking at her the way she used to, and that affected her.

But the cabin door opened and a blonde came out of the house, walking towards them. Carol was holding a book, quite dusty.

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“Easy, Danvers. What are you talking about?” Natasha frowned, noting that Jules didn't seem to want to but she did it anyway.

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“We found this book behind some old wood in the attic, under where we found the symbol, remember? The rare symbol under the guy's corpse.” Carol exclaimed excitedly.  “You are the link with what surrounds us, with the wilderness. That horned or deer woman whatever, it’s… it’s the wilderness.”

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They all seemed quite confused, especially Y/N who was coming out of the kitchen with Wanda.

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“I’m not-” Jules said, her lips twitching uncomfortably. “I was just hallucinating.”

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“We found this in the stuff of the guy who lived here.” Helen Cho picked up the book and brought it closer so they could read it.  Jennifer looked at it a bit skeptically.

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‘Deer Woman and the Myth…’ Jennifer couldn't finish reading what it said, the book was destroyed by mold.   ㅤㅤ “It says here that the deer woman hunts men who have hurt women or children. She punishes them. See?” Helen and Carol looked excited. “It's what happened to you!”

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“That's not what happened.” Jules frowned, already more tired of all this. She's sick of everyone expecting something different than what it really was. “I killed Ward, I was high, that fucker was abusing one of my friends, that’s it.”

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“Yes, but-”

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“You both are taking this too far! This is just a stupid book full of myths and legends.” Natasha finally intervened between them.

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“Well, I do wanna know what it says there.” Sharon stepped forward, crossing her arms, ready to face them.

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“A lot of stuff in French but-” Helen muttered, opening the book and pointing to several old yellow pages. “It looks like the guy wrote some things at the bottom of the book.”

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“…‘she… it wants blood’.” She tried to translate the French, narrowing her eyes.  “Spill blood and you will get what you want. Something like that.”

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“That’s creepy.” Yelena frowned, walking away from that book. ㅤㅤ

Pietro came over to take the book and look at it, those girls were definitely starting to lose their minds. “I knew that guy was up to no good. Burn this now if you don't want to go crazy.”

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“But if you think about it, he's right. The guy.” Carol tried to convince them, or perhaps convince herself to believe in something before giving up and die there.

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“What are you talking about?” Y/N finally snapped. “He killed himself!”

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“No, but... Every time someone dies, the wilderness rewards us with something.” Helen seemed so excited about it, she looked crazier than usual and that was already a lot. She used to be quite a quiet girl. “When Ward and the girls died, that boar came to us and let you kill it, remember? We ate for days… When Monica died of pneumonia a month ago, that flock of birds crashed into our cabin.”

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The mention of Monica made Pietro clench his fists, but he said nothing. Just let the others take over.

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“That was pure coincidence!” Y/N chuckled wryly, couldn't believe what she was hearing. “We were lucky! That’s it!”

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“You don’t know that!” Sharon snapped. “Maybe we should give that thing more deaths to feed us.”

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“What the fuck, Sharon?!” Natasha's eyes widened. She went too far.

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“Have you gone completely crazy?” Y/N yelled, several seemed quite surprised or pissed by the blonde's words, others not so much.

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“I'm starving, and don't act like everyone doesn't think the same!” The blonde reached out to take the book from her friend's hands and pointed at them.  “We are weak, we barely manage to wake up in the morning and get more wood!”

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“Yelena can't even catch a fucking fish, you're closer to catching a cold-” Hope added.

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“сука! The lake is fucking frozen!” Yelena yelled angrily, also insulting her in Russian.

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“It's winter, the lake froze over and we haven't eaten anything but bug or belt soup for a fucking week.  A FUCKING LEATHER BELT.” Sharon got fed up and took off, going up to the attic. Many girls followed after them, clearly choosing a side.

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Y/N and the girls looked at each other, knowing that this would bring nothing but madness.

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Y/N sighed deeply, feeling how the cold froze every part of her skin. They were lucky to have a few furs and clothes to survive outside for at least a  few hours. Their noses and sensitive parts of their faces were red and bruised from the cold. Nat walked beside her, trying to brush away the snow as they walked through the trees.

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“They're acting strange.” Y/N whispered, Natasha loaded the rifle ready to shoot whatever they saw.

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“I know. What Sharon said yesterday... they're losing their minds.” The redhead wrinkled her nose and pointed towards one of the trees, thinking that maybe it was a bird but then she noticed that it was just leafs. “Fuck! We all are. I thought that was a damn bird.”

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“I don't know what's wrong with them but if Sharon looks at me like that again, I'm going to throw her off a cliff.” Y/N growled, climbing a huge rock to observe some movement around them, but only saw snow and trees.

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“We’re hungry. We need to eat protein, and it's already started to snow. Yelena can't fish anymore, and we can't find anything.”

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Y/N looked worried. Natasha was always their leader, ever since she joined the team. If she didn't know what to do, then they were lost. “What are we going to do?”

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 “I don’t know.” Nat looked at her sadly, there were only a few more hours to walk before the sunlight went out.

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Hours later, both returned to the cabin completely exhausted and discouraged. They had found nothing, not even a wretched worm to catch.

They all looked at them hopefully, like every afternoon, but they did not bring empty hands.

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“You’re okay?” Wanda asked quickly, reaching out to help them remove their clothes and move them closer to the fire. They could take a hot bath in the tub with water that they heated on the firewood, but sometimes it was better to only do it in extreme cases.

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But Sharon intervened, arms folded, growing weary. “AND? Did you get anything?”

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Neither said anything, they simply kept their gazes on the flames that flared as much as Sharon's anger. Y/N shook her head.

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“I see you guys come back empty-handed like the losers you are, and I thought you couldn't be more useless.” The blonde spat, moving from one side to another like a caged animal. Now it wasn't just Sharon, but some of the girls. “You two are death itself.”

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“Do you want to say it to my face? Huh?” Y/N finally snapped, rushing towards her but Nat stopped her. “I’ll fucking kill you! I'm done with you!”

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“Do it, PLEASE, at least we would have something to eat!”

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The screams drew everyone's attention, who came into the room worried. Natasha kept trying to stop Y/N, but Sharon made it pretty difficult by saying that stupid thing. “Don’t say that! What the hell is going on with you?”

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“We already tried your options, and it got us nowhere. You two go hunting every day and come back empty-handed.” Some girls nodded.

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“It's hard when there's nothing but damn snow!” Y/N huffed. “The river is frozen-”

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“We have nothing else to eat but the bones of the birds that crashed into the cabin, and I'm sick of dead bird soup!” Sharon spat out the poison, turning to look at the others. “This is fair… Who thinks we should try our option now?”

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“Sharon, I understand that you always wanted to be the center of attention, but shut up already.”   

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“We have already tried, letting you go hunting and they have not brought anything.” This time it was Carol who said that, surprising her friends especially Y/N and Jules. “Maybe it's time to try something new.”

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Y/N narrowed her eyes.  “What do you mean, Carol? You can't be serious.”

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“Someone has to die.” Helen held up the book, pointing to the pages.

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Wanda just opened her eyes wide, unable to believe what she was saying. She just shook her head, taking Y/N's arm to calm her down.

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“You’re insane.” Jules laughed wryly.

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“You can't do this, it's madness.” Natasha giggled sarcastically, she really couldn't believe the stupidity and ignorance she was hearing.  “It's an old book by a fucking suicidal guy! doesn't it tell you something?!”

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“Sorry? Have we gone back to the time where we had to sacrifice people?” Wanda said annoyed and disgusted just thinking about it. “Have we gone that far?”

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“Well, you tell me, four-eyes. We are heating water in pots and living by candlelight.” Sharon hissed.

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“I TOLD YOU DON'T CALL HER THAT!” Y/N pushed her, Sharon responded in the same way until they were all separated again. Pietro seemed to hold back, keeping to a corner. If Y/N hit her, he would be very proud.

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“Everyone, choose NOW.” Sharon pointed at everyone.  “I'm sick of useless leaders. We are less and less, and the most coherent way is for one of us to sacrifice herself for the others, going away.”

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Helen nodded. “When wolves know that they are going to die, they know they are a burden to the pack. They just go away to die alone.”

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“We're not a pack of wolves.” Nat added, rolling her eyes and putting her hands on her waist.

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“This is the way we'll do it.”

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“Sharon… you’re going insane.” Y/N moved closer until she was in front of the blonde, but Sharon just looked at her with enormous anger and envy.

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“YOU ALL. Vote right now, who wants to keep eating bug soup or do something about it.”

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First, they were all quite doubtful whether to do it or not. They didn't want to cause more trouble, but at the insistence of both, they began to raise their hands.

Those who wanted to keep following Y/N and Natasha, or who wanted to try Sharon and Helen's way. They were seven against eight.

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Oh no.

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Y/N frowned, seeing how some of them looked at her with pity but they had already decided, betraying them. The last one to give the final vote to them was Carol.

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“Good.” Sharon smiled.  “We'll make it easy. Pass me the deck.”  

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The blonde took the deck of cards that Hope gave her and showed them one of the cards. The Queen of Hearts. “We will take a card, and the one that draws the Queen of hearts... is the one who must go and face the wilderness.”

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Natasha chuckled wryly, shaking her head. Really hurt by how crazy they were getting. “Oh, you guys had everything planned out perfectly while we were away, didn't you?”

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“I understand that being hungry can make you all impulsive and reduce your fucking ability to make decisions in the long run, but this is wrong.” Y/N added.

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She took Wanda's hand to get away from that group and go up to the attic, feeling enormous pain for their betrayal. “So fucking wrong.”

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Gathered in the attic and illuminated by a gas lamp, Y/N looked at the door before approaching her friends. There were Wanda, Natasha, Yelena, Jules, Pietro and Jennifer.

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“This is crazy.” Y/N whispered, watching them with concern. “We must stop them.”

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Natasha sighed. “What do you suggest to do?”

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“This is my fault, they're crazy because of what I said when I was on mushies. I'm sorry.” Jules mumbled, her gaze completely lost.

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“This is not your fault. Hunger is having a serious effect on them, it’s affecting them psychologically." Wanda leaned over to take the girl's hand, squeezing it softly. Thanks to Jules she was alive, she didn't care if was dancing naked to some weird god while she was high, Jules saved them.

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“They're planning to kill us one by one.” Jennifer glanced at the attic door out of the corner of her eye, a little worried. “They were our friends.”

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“Not mine, tho. They hated me a little.” Wanda scrunched her nose.

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“Maybe they're just bluffing.” Y/N just closed her eyes, completely stressed and in pain.

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“I don’t know…” Natasha narrowed her eyes. “Remove the bullets from the rifle… None of them are to be trusted now.”

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That small group looked at each other and nodded.

The world is a vampire, sent to drain.

Gathered in a circle, they all looked at each other in front of the cabin. That place where long ago they had celebrated together, laughed and danced.

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The cold began to burn their skin while Helen brought the book, the others carried the skull of the deer they hunted that first time. Like a divine message, inside the cabin, the fireplace burned fiercer than ever.

Y/N and Natasha looked at each other worriedly. This was insane.

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“We need to find a way to stay alive.” Helen said and lit one of the candles on the skull. Carol brought that deck of cards to which they whispered: ‘We hear The Wilderness and it hears us.’

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“This is fucked up.” Y/N whispered, but no one paid attention.

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Wanda settled next to her, holding her hand tightly and Pietro's on the other side.

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Carol held up the queen of hearts card for everyone to see, then arranged it in the deck, shuffling it well so it would get lost among the others.

Now everything depends on luck or wilderness.

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Carol pulled out her card, followed by Sharon and Helen, who pulled out others. Neither was the queen and that made them sigh. The blonde approached Natasha, who just snorted.

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“Do it or it will be you.” Sharon ruled, approaching with a menacing look. Swallowing, the redhead looked at her with a deathly glare and took a card. It took her a few seconds to show it.

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Eigh of spades.

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Next was Jules, who with trembling hands took the card and looked at it before showing it.

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Five of diamonds.

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The brunette sighed and Carol approached each of them, who were taking a card until she reached Y/N. Keeping her gaze up, Y/N walked over to take a card.

Before looking at it, she clenched her jaw and lifted it up.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ Ace of Clubs.

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The girl just swallowed and handed the card back to Carol, staring at her. The blonde seemed so guilty, couldn’t even keep her gaze on her friend.

The sokovian smiled and exhaled leaving that fear, feeling an enormous release when she saw that Y/N was safe.

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The next one was Wanda, who moved a little nervously but Y/N smiled slightly at her, trying to make the girl feel safe.

Before everyone's gaze, who looked like enormous birds of prey, Wanda inhaled deeply and took the card from the deck, closing her eyes and praying she wasn't next. When she turned the card over, Wanda knew that the die was cast.

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Queen of Hearts.

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Y/N's body tensed upon seeing the card, when it fell to the ground because Wanda's hands began to shake.

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Half of them gasped while others looked at her like she was dinner.

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“This is the way we all made the deal.” Sharon closed the book and walked over with the hunting knife, handing it to Carol.  “You can submit or you can run.”

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“The fuck?!” Natasha stepped forward, as did her friends, shielding her. Pietro stepped in front of his sister, about to go at whoever it was. But even though they tried, the other girls surrounded them.

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Especially when Sharon raised the rifle, pointing it at Pietro’s chest. “It’s what we all agreed on. Stay away or I will shoot.”

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“That rifle has no bullets.” Y/N scoffed.

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“There's one on the rifle, one on my pocket… that I took before you guys went hunting yesterday.” Sharon smiled all smug and then loaded the gun, making the cartridge jump, proving her right. “I won't ask again. MOVE.”

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They all tensed, but Wanda moved forward leaving them behind. Her huge green eyes showed the fear she felt, as well as the tears.

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“We're not really doing this, are we?” Y/N giggled and took a step towards Wanda but one of them stopped her.  “Come on, it was just a joke. You can't do this shit.”

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But none of them listened, the only one who seemed concerned was Carol. Pietro managed to punch one of them and moved forward but another hit his stomach, crumpling him.

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“It’s Wanda, she saved and healed your wounds.” Y/N tried again, watching as her girlfriend closed eyes and let the tears fall.  “You all actually lost your minds!”

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They all started screaming as Sharon advanced with the knife on Wanda.  “Things must be done as the wilderness commands.”

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“Don't you dare touch her.” Pietro hissed, trying to get free but three of them held him now.

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“Don’t do this… This doesn't make any sense.” Jules prayed that they would open their eyes, leave the madness behind.

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“Turn around.” But when Sharon raised the knife, Y/N exclaimed in despair:

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“I volunteer!” Y/N took a step forward, not knowing what that meant or what was going to happen, but she would do anything to save Wanda’s life. “Let it be me!”

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“You can’t do that.”  Wanda shook her head quickly. Now the fear was much worse.

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“Yes, she can.” Sharon cut her off, then pulled out the hunting knife and gave it to Carol.  “If wilderness accepts it, it is.”

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Y/N took a step forward, taking courage, for the first time in her life. Her friends tried to stop it but Sharon pointed at them again.

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“Turn around.” Carol ordered, swallowing hard. Y/N just swallowed and turned around slowly and awkwardly, feeling how her muscles hardened. She didn’t know if it was because of fear or cold.

Y/N looked at her friends for the last time, who only seemed to cry and scream. The coldness of her knife blade made her jump.

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Y/N gasped. “Wait!” ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Bravely, she took Carol's hand and turned to face her once more. Her hands and legs trembled like jelly.

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“Not like that.” Y/N turned to face Carol, feeling how tears fell down her face. Like her, Carol allowed herself to shed tears as well. “You're gonna have to look me in the eye… if you're going to slit my throat, do it by looking me in the eye.”

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For the first time, Carol hesitated. She pressed her lips together, trying not to cry but it was impossible.

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“Don’t do this to me, Y/N.” Carol whimpered, feeling her hand shake. The edge of the knife began to scrape Y/N's skin, but the seconds passed and she couldn't. “I can’t.”

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The blonde’s voice cracked. “You’re my friend.”

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The Y/N team sighed in relief.

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“You've always been good at kicking but never at using your head.” Y/N murmured whimpering too, remembering the times both participated in the best plays together.

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The blonde came closer to whisper something in her ear, without removing the knife from Y/N’s neck. But with her free hand, Carol hugged her.

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“Y/N?” Carol whispered with a shaky voice. “The rifle only has one bullet on the barrell. Just one.”

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“What?” Y/N whispered too, widening her eyes in fear.

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“Run.” Without further ado, Carol pushed her away towards the door and lunged at Helen to punch her, allowing Y/N to escape.

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“You fucking traitor!” Sharon screamed and shot Carol in the chest, taking her life instantly. At the horrified scream of the other girls, the blonde ran after Y/N leaving the rifle but taking the axe.

Nat and Jules rushed over to Carol to try to help her and stop the blood but it was impossible. The lost look and pale face of the girl only showed that she died. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Stay here and keep them here.”  Pietro told his sister before going out the door.

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“Pietro, please.” Between tears, Wanda prayed that her brother and Y/N were okay.

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“Are you running? Is that your choice?!” Sharon ran after Y/N between trees. Screaming and howling like wild animals, she and Helen ran across the Canadian arctic tundra.

While running on the cold snow, Y/N looked back when she heard a horrible human howl.

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They were crazy, they had lost their minds. They shot Carol. She stopped behind the huge tree, trying to lose them.

Y/N closed her eyes when she heard the footsteps of those girls, following her way.

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Y/N tried to hold back crying, just clenched her jaw and closed her eyes. She was so afraid, like never before.

Y/N didn't want to die, she didn't want to leave this world, she wanted to have a girlfriend, be a better person, choose a good career at any college that would accept her. It wasn't fair to end her life like this.

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It wasn’t fair.

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Her heart was pounding so hard, she thought her eardrums would burst soon.

Y/N’s eyes widened when she heard their howls approaching again, so the girl ran back in the opposite direction. She knew this place, traveled it thousands of times more than them. ㅤㅤㅤ

“Use your head, Y/N.” She told herself before taking one of the paths towards the lake. Behind the lake was the place she found long ago, where she and Wanda used to hang out. That place would be good to hide, yes.

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Y/N ran across the frozen white lake, despite the stumbles and pain. Despite the cold she felt, she ran with all her might.

Especially when she heard how they were running after her in the lake. But after a few minutes, the terrifying sound of crack made her stop short, fear paralyzed her.

ㅤㅤㅤ Slowly, the ice around her began to crack but if she didn't move, everything would be fine.

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Of course, the others didn't seem to have noticed, so when Helen and Sharon ran towards her desperately, Y/N turned to see them taking a step back.

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“You’ll die.” Sharon raised the axe.

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“We all will eventually.” Y/N swallowed and waited for the end. She stomped on the ice below them and it shattered completely, causing them to fall into the frozen water.

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The frozen water threatened to freeze her lungs.

Y/N swam into the water and tried to rise to the surface, but something grabbed her leg, pulling and sinking her.

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Sharon insisted on haunting her life, even to take Y/N with her. ㅤㅤㅤ

They struggled underwater until slowly their hands lost the strength to continue. Y/N saw with sadness how the light was lost in Sharon's gaze, she was gone.

Sharon's frozen hands were still clinging to her jacket, pulling it down.

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And soon she would be gone too.  Feeling how the last breath and air escaped from her lips, Y/N closed her eyes.

But at the last moment, like a miracle, a hand grabbed her arm and pushed to the surface. Not just her, but Sharon as well.

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Pietro helped Y/N out of that hole, both desperate for as much air as their lungs would allow, even though it hurt like thousands of daggers.

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“Th-thank you.” Y/N stammered shivering with cold. She took Sharon's arm and they both pulled that body out of the water. “Why risk your life for two corpses?”

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“B-because you deserve to live, you m-make my sister happy like I've never seen her… and as I told you before, you're a good l-leader.” Pietro was shaking too, getting up slowly and helping Y/N to do the same. "And her? We d- we don't want them to think we killed her, you both fell into the r-river. We'll b-bury her like the rest.”

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When they both arrived at the cabin with Sharon's cold body, they all seemed quite surprised and sad at the same time.

Sharon's madness had brought everyone to a point of no return, especially for Y/N and Carol.

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Completely frozen, the first to take the hot bath was Y/N, who wouldn't stop shaking. Pietro spent a long time in front of the fireplace, until the bath was ready. Of course, that decision would cost him dearly.

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Her gaze was so lost in the flames of the fireplace; how had everything become so terrifying?

Y/N felt like something inside of her completely snapped. Deeply broken. Perhaps being about to die slit by one of her friends, or seeing that friend die in front of her, plus they hadn't eaten well for three months.

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It was all so painful that she allowed herself to shed a few more tears.

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“Hey.”

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Natasha's soft voice caught her attention, but Y/N couldn't take her eyes off the fire.

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Asking if everything was alright seemed fucked up, so the redhead decided to go for the best she could: “Is there anything I can do to ease the pain?”

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Y/N finally looked at her with a look full of sadness but also kindness.  “Where’s Wanda?”

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“She's with Pietro in the attic, taking care of him. I think he has a slight fever. Jules is helping too.” Natasha sighed and sat down next to her best friend.

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Y/N looked down, feeling quite guilty. Pietro risked her life for her and now he was fighting to stay alive. With all her heart, she hoped Wanda didn't hate her.

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“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Nat said with a lump in her throat, her green eyes brimming with tears.

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Y/N just nodded slowly and sighed deeply, she must be strong. For all the girls who were left.

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“We can't bury them, the ground is frozen and the snow...” Y/N whispered, she couldn't go on.

ㅤㅤㅤ Natasha nodded, surprised.  “We have to burn them.”

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“Yeah…”

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With Jenn and Yelena’s help, they took Carol and Sharon's body to the pyre they had made with some logs and branches. While the sun was hiding on the horizon, the fire began to lick the branches and the bodies of those girls hungrily.

The rattling of the fire was all that could be heard.

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With sadness and a few tears, they watched from the window as the fire burned the bodies of those who were once their friends. ㅤㅤㅤ

But after a while, as a horrible dark monster deep inside them woke up, the smell reached them and tortured them. A monster awakening in the need for survival, awakening thousands of thoughts and feelings that made them conflict.

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Y/N swallowed as fire lit their eyes. All of them, sharing the same moral battle.

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“Y/N?” For the first time, Natasha sounded completely fragile. Y/N turned to see her, noticing the sadness and disappointment in her green eyes. Self control.

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Her full lips trembled.

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“I’m so hungry... it's hurting me.” Natasha wept, so ashamed of herself, feeling her eyes fill with tears. “I don't want to do this, but I feel like something is in me... something so bad… so hungry.”

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Y/N remembered Wanda's words, completely heartbroken. “I'm scared. I don’t wanna die here. I wanna live.”

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And those words marked her like hot steel on her skin.

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“We need to survive.”

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The hours went by and Wanda didn’t abandon her brother.

The cold and the heat, the tremors in Pietro's body. The tears that she was tired of shedding. Jules decided to go down for a moment to discuss the situation with the girls, Pietro seemed to be fighting a high fever and cough.

ㅤㅤㅤ If he didn't make a recovery, he could progress to complicated pneumonia and that wasn't a good prognosis.

ㅤㅤㅤ The sokovian sighed, watching how Pietro managed to calm down for a moment, grateful that someone was going up to the attic.

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She turned quickly when she heard the voice of Y/N, who sat next to her. In her hands, Y/N brought a steaming bowl which made Wanda's hopes revive.

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“Hey, babe.” Y/N smiled slightly, with a certain sorrow.  “I brought something for both of you. My favorite sokovian team.”

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Wanda just looked at her with teary eyes and nodded, glad to see her there. “Thank you, detka.”

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The brunette kissed her cheek carefully and took the bowl to bring it closer to her brother, so she could feed him.

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“What is it?” Wanda frowned, curious.

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“It will keep him alive.” Y/N replied without elaborating, hoping she would understand that the idea was to survive.

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Wanda looked at her for a moment, not knowing what to say. Words were unnecessary at that moment. She just took the bowl and nodded, moving closer to Pietro who was burning with fever.

If they wanted to survive, they had to try.

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ㅤㅤㅤNOW

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Y/N returned to the living room, noticing that Nat and Wanda kept chatting pleasantly. She smiled, thinking about how beautiful the brunette looked today And when their eyes met, this time in a very different way, Wanda smiled.

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“So…” Jules walked past her, snapping her out of her daydreaming.  “You both suggested we meet, and I must say that a delicious spaghetti is cooking in the kitchen so…” Jules sat next to her wife. “We have a while to chat.”

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“Yeah, I’m surprised these two are not killing each other.” Nat arched an eyebrow. Wanda and Y/N looked at each other for a moment and said nothing, sitting down on the sofa. ㅤㅤㅤ

“Yep, well… ” Wanda started, sitting next to Y/N. “We have something to tell you.”

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“WANDA has something to tell you.” Y/N quickly corrected it.

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“Coward.” The sokovian whispered, shaking her head. She took a deep breath to take courage and finally express that great secret.

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“We found out the person who is blackmailing us.” She pursed her lips, Y/N just nodded watching her friends widen their eyes in surprise.

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“What?”

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“That's great, let's go find this asshole right now.” Natasha got up from the sofa, ready to go but then she stopped when she saw how her friends shook their heads.

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“Yeah… We already found him.” Y/N narrowed her eyes.

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“What do you mean?” Jules frowned.

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“The blackmailer was Vision.” Wanda finally let go, and closed her eyes when her friends yelled 'WHAT' at the same time, again.

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Wanda took the time to explain everything that happened with Vision, and why he did it. Of course, that didn't seem to matter much to Natasha, who seemed completely furious.

Especially after knowing that he was to blame for beating her pregnant wife.

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“Then everything is fine, besides that he will return the money to Y/N…” Jules placed a hand on her chest, feeling her soul return. “What happened is still safe with us.”

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“Does Vision know what we did?” Natasha frowned as she leaned over to pick up a can of soda. Ever since Y/N came back, no one drank alcohol around her. Not because she wanted to, but to respect her.

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“He knows nothing, nor will he say anything. I swear.” Wanda sighed. Y/N placed a hand on Wanda's back, as a sign of support. But that made their friends look at them curiously.

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“What we did…”  Jules began somewhat thoughtfully. “It's not easy, for none of it was.”

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“Leaving that weight behind takes a lot of pain and time and we have all paid for it.” Y/N nodded. “We tried to survive, and the others as well.”

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“They lost their minds, and how not to? We spent a year and a half in the forest.” Natasha said with some regret, looking down. There were no days where she didn’t remember her friends, her team. “And we did it too.”

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“Was there really something there? Playing with us?” Y/N hesitated to ask but did, she needed to know.

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“We will never know, but that horror must be left behind.” Nat sighed heavily.

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“I'm really sorry for everything that happened to us. Every night I pray to whoever, that they are okay. None of them deserved that.” Wanda said and they all remained silent for a moment, remembering her brother. ㅤㅤㅤ

After a moment of silence, listening to some soft music, Jules cleared her throat.

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“Changing the topic…” The black-haired girl bit her lower lip and looked at Natasha, who smiled tenderly.  “We want to tell you something.”

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She looked at Nat who squeezed her hand and nodded, giving the okay to finally let go. One of the most important moments of their lives.

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“We’re pregnant.” Jules let out an excited squeal. “We are going to be moms!”

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Wanda and Y/N opened their eyes wide, as big as their smiles. Finally some joy came into their lives, after so much pain.

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“OH MY GOD!” Wanda squealed. “That’s amazing!”

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“Dude, we’re having a baby!” Y/N screamed too; they both tried to fake surprise. But Natasha was a really good detective, and Jules was too empathetic.

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“Yeah, you told her already, don't you?” Nat narrowed her eyes and threw a cushion at Y/N. “You dumbass!”

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“You had to open your big mouth!” Jules did the same, attacking Y/N with pillows, laughing.

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“SORRY, I WAS SO  HAPPY. I COULDN'T CONTAIN MYSELF!” Y/N exclaimed between laughs, trying to cover herself with the pillows.

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“Sorry, detka, I don't know how to lie.” Wanda scrunched her nose and laughed. “I couldn't help it.”

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“You're very lucky I love you.” Y/N winked at her, playfully. But her friends soon noticed, they stopped short, still holding the cushions in their hands.

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“Wait, you… you two are-?” Jules narrowed her eyes and smiled happily, pointing at them. “You bitches. You finally did it.”

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“No, really? they don't stop ogling each other, have you noticed it NOW?” Nat continued with the joke and they all laughed.

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After a delicious dinner, some smiles and knowing glances, Y/N was with her sister in the kitchen, washing the dishes while Wanda and Natasha chatted in the living room about being a mom.

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Jules passed one of the dishes and Y/N dried them. Although Nat offered to buy her a washing machine so many times, Jules always said that washing the dishes relaxed her.

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“I'm so glad you're okay, you both trying to do this right.” Jules smirked, glancing sideways at Y/N. “You look much happier and healthier, I am very happy to see you like this. You deserve it.”

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Y/N smiled and nodded. “I feel... so much better than before.”

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She stopped for a moment, thinking well about the words she would use.

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“Every morning when I wake up and every night when I go to sleep, I stop feeling that deep dark hole inside of me. I'm beginning-... I'm beginning to think that maybe something good could happen to me.” Y/N's voice showed how hopeful she felt. Jules turned quickly to see her, her eyes showed how moved and proud she was.

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“I'm so proud of you, Y/N. Mom would be too.”

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“You think so?”

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“I do.” Jules nodded and looked down to turn off the faucet and hand her the last plate.  “You deserve to be happy, so does she, you have no idea what Wanda was like before you came. I don't know what you two have been doing all this time, but I have to tell you, she looks... happy. Glowing.”

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Y/N smiled and nodded, wiping down the plate. “You know, I was thinking about what you said today? About what we did.”  she swallowed. “I let all of that get to me, and what we went through later with Mama Claire... I left you alone and I'm so sorry.”

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“We can't fix much of what we did, but we can do better. Every time we can.” Slowly, Jules reached out to hug and rest her head on Y/N’s shoulder. After a moment, she dared to speak, somewhat embarrassed. “I'm so afraid.”

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“Afraid of what?” Y/N looked down, noticing Jules's blank look.

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“Sometimes I feel like this little baby deserves so much better.” The woman bit her lower lip, releasing one of her deepest fears. “I’m so lucky to have Natasha by my side, but I'm so scared, you know? I feel like something…something won't let me forget what I did there. Fucking Ward.”

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She swallowed, feeling Y/N's hand caress her back affectionately.

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“Don't let fear or the past take away the most beautiful moments of your life. You’ll be an amazing mom.” Y/N said in a low voice, taking Jules's hand, smiling when she rested on her shoulder again. “Wonderful, kind, funny. You know math, that’s a lot, dude. Am I forgetting something else?”

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“Oh stop it, you're just flattering me.” They both laughed and Jules patted her.  “But i’ve to say… you will be a great godparent.”

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Those words took Y/N by surprise, who turned to see her so surprised. “What?”

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Jules nodded, smiling. “You in?”

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Completely shocked and excited by the choice of her friends, she didn't know which emotion to show first. She felt happy, surprised, a little terrified of screwing it.  “Are you- are you sure?”

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“So sure.” She giggled when Y/N hugged her so tight, like a huge bear. “With my whole life. We are cousins, but we grew up together as sisters. Except for Natasha, there's no one who knows me like you do… And I know that there will be no one in this world who will take better care of my little one.”

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“You know Wanda would do better, she has experience with kids.” Y/N whispered, looking down for a moment while her friend poured three cups of coffee for them, one cup of tea for herself.

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“Well, you guys are together, aren’t you?” Jules winked at her.  “Then it’s the same. Also the other godparent will be Yelena. So this baby will go crazy!”

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They both shared a laugh, before returning to the room, Jules took her arm.  “I love you, Y/N.” She caressed her cheek with unique softness, her brown eyes brimming with tears. “My sweet brave Y/N. I am proud to be your sister.”

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Completely moved by her words, Y/N smiled.  “I love you so much, Jules.”

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And the months passed quickly, especially when you're happy. ㅤㅤㅤ

Natasha and Jules were able to enjoy every month of the pregnancy. Of course, the redhead became very protective of her wife, and their little bumblebee. Although they could have figured it out long ago, they decided not to find out if it was a boy or a girl until birth.

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Y/N always showed how proud she felt to be the godparent, although it always unleashed adorable fights with Yelena to see who was better auntie or with which of the two the baby kicked the most.

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Beating all the odds, Y/N stayed sober all those seven months.  By attending a NA group and a new therapist, the dark haired woman was able to leave behind much of what was hurting her to start anew.

And Wanda was a big part of the new hope inside her. The relationship with Wanda improved a lot.

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Since they had spent the first night together, the dates became more frequent. Of course, the sokovian seemed to want to go slow, it was the best for both, but at the same time they both wanted so much more.

Y/N also worked hard to make her feel safe, patiently winning her heart.

The twins fully understood that their parents were divorcing because they were no longer happy together. That Vision was in love with Virginia and that Wanda was in love with Y/N. ㅤㅤㅤ

The first time they met, Y/N was terrified. She hesitated many times whether to knock on the door or run away but finally, she decided to face all her fears for Wanda. Because she deserved it, they both deserved a chance. Incredibly, she made the best decision of her life.

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“So, do you like it?” Y/N asked as she cut up some mini sandwiches and brought them to the coffee table in front of the sofa.

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“We love it!” Billy exclaimed with that console in his hands. Tommy nodded, taking a mini sandwich.

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“When I was a kid, I loved playing this one. My family didn't have a lot of money so I sold some candy and delivered newspapers so I could buy it.” Y/N smiled to see how Billy was looking at the console with curiosity and an adorable smile.

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For a while now the boy hadn't stopped telling her how happy he was catching pokemons in the 'Fire Red Pokemon'. ㅤㅤㅤ

“They are not the same one, of course. I lost mine a long time ago on a trip with your mom and your aunties.” She swallowed hard and smiled sadly. “But I got these for you. It’s not the new Switch one, that… one is so much better, but… I thought you might like this one too. I like it.”

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Feeling a bit shy, Y/N always had a soft spot for old-school stuff. As if part of her didn't want to give up the innocence and past she lost in the woods.

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“Thank you, Y/N!” The twins said at the same time and hugged her waist, making her laugh a bit. Y/N ruffled their hair when they parted.

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“I’m glad you liked it, boys. I was afraid it would bore you.”

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“This is amazing! We like spending time with you, Y/N.” Tommy smiled and ran back to the sofa.

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“You’re so funny… and you make mom happy.” Billy was encouraged to say with a toothy smile and then followed his brother.

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“I'm not that boring, huh. Take that, anxiety.” Y/N sat on the other couch, taking control of the TV. Outside, the sky was beginning to darken from the coming storm.

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They were together for another half hour until the door opened, Wanda came into the house somewhat in a hurry and soaked by the rain.

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“I'm so sorry! I swear I didn't want to be late, it's just that in the end I couldn't find a place to park, it was chaos!” Wanda exclaimed as she took off her soaked coat in the doorway. She couldn't help but smile when she saw them like that.

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Y/N came over to give her a little peck and help her with her bag and coat.  “So? How was it?”

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The twins left the console and sat on the sofa, as expectant as Y/N to hear the news.

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“Oh… well…” The brunette scrunched her nose. She inhaled deeply, then released it.  “They gave it to me! I've got the job!”

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The three approached and began to jump and cheer with the sokovian.

As soon as the little ones hugged their mother -and then walked away saying 'ew' because her clothes were still wet-

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“The good thing is that I can do it from home.” Wanda explained to Y/N speaking fast, all excited.  “All I need is my laptop.”

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“That’s amazing, babe! Oh, I’m so happy for you.”  Y/N bit her lower lip. Finally everything started to go well, right?

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“Me too.” Wanda smiled happily. “I can finally do something for myself. Isn't it amazing?”

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“It is, my love.” Y/N walked over to wrap her arms around her. “You deserve it more than anyone. I’m so proud!”

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 “I love you so much, detka.” Wanda's green eyes sparkled with happiness.  

ㅤㅤㅤ Y/N just smiled tenderly.

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“I love you too, luv.” They both looked at each other for a moment before leaning their foreheads together, losing themselves in each other.

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“Well, I’m gonna take a bath but first… I think today we can celebrate by ordering pizza and ice cream. What do you think about it? And maybe I’ll even let you guys try to beat me at Monopoly.” Wanda said, looking at the three of them.

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The adorable twins squealed with excitement and jumped on the sofa happily. And although Wanda tried to stop them, she ended up laughing.

Y/N just smiled happily from where she was, feeling that maybe she finally had a place in the world. A comfortable and pleasant place.

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Hours later, after a delicious pizza and a night of laughter, Y/N and Wanda slept peacefully for a few hours until a screeching sound interrupted them. Outside, the storm was fiercer than ever.

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“It's so late... who is it?” Y/N murmured sleepily, trying to go back to sleep entwined with the body of her beloved. It was 2 AM. ㅤㅤㅤ

Wanda just snuggled against the covers, opening one of her eyes to see how Y/N's phone began to vibrate and ring again insistently. “I don't know, it's your phone, detka.”

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“Sorry.” Y/N muttered before yawning, sitting up on the bed to take the call. The screen said that her number was unknown, which made her frown. “Hello?... Yeah, it’s me.”

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Y/N sat up in bed and ran a hand over her face, trying to wake up. She tried to understand what the person was saying, but nothing seemed to make sense.

Her eyes showed confusion and fear, her lips trembled.

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“What? Wh- What do you mean?” Y/N said shocked, surprised, terrified. Hearing her voice like that, Wanda also got up feeling her heart jump. “No… No, that’s-”

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“Detka, what is it?” Wanda put a hand on her shoulder and tried to understand, Y/N seemed lost in shock.

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With her teary eyes, Y/N begged: “That's not true.”

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“N-no… You must be wrong.” She started to cry, getting up to put on her clothes and dropping the phone on the bed.

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Wanda hesitated whether to hug her or take the phone, but she needed to know what the hell was going on.

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“Hello? Yes, I’m-”  The brunette finally managed to understand, opening her green eyes wide, listening to the person on the other end of the call. “Oh… Yes, we will-”

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Y/N walked away looking for her jacket but she couldn't help but walk down the hall and cry in silence. But the voices became distant, more and more. All Y/N could hear was the annoying beep. Like white noise. Everything about her was shattered. Everything inside her was starting to break down.

🐝🐝🐝 Only one chapter left.

This is the hardest chapter to write. The finale is all about present day. Although it is not direct, it is an allusion. I didn't know whether to make them make that decision or not, but the truth is that survival is harsh. I don't think I can made it as harsh and as selfish as in Yellowjackets.

Those women were selfish (and human, that's perfect. That's the point of the tv show, this moral battle), but our girls are not like that. They're good friends.

I'm babbling too much, I'm sorry if this is not okay for you. Maybe you'd better skip this past, and just finish the story with the next one. It's all about present. Have a good sunday, sweets. 🐝

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#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda x reader

[misstycloud]

Omg plz more Yandere Slasher

Slasher yandere

The static noise of a television travelled through the large room, on the couch placed in front of a TV sat you and watched the news.

Concerning incidents had begun taking place and you were worried. Much more worried than your housemates or anyone else on campus seemed to be. It was weird, it was like they didn't care at all or as if they believed it was some sort of joke.

The woman in a green blazer was interviewing the parents of the recent victim. She held the microphone to the somber pair and let them speak to the camera.

"W-we just can't believe our little g-girl is really. the Mrs cried and clutched her husbands arm.

"It's so hard to think that anyone would do such a thing."

They were obviously devastated at their daughter's murder and you felt so bad for them.

It's awful how this happens and you couldn't imagine how the victims loved ones must handle it. Their children, sibling or friend has been brutally murdered by an unknown killer.

Thinking about the gruesome details of the murder you just heard minutes earlier by the reporters, you shuddered. You couldn't envision being stabbed more than ten times and then tied up in the living room.

These crimes took place around town, always young people; exactly like you. But lately they've come closer to your collage and you've began getting worried about it. What if something happens to your friend or if you're next in line to be slashed? While you thought about these things a lot recently your loved ones hasn't appeared to share your thoughts.

Mia and Sole had laughed when you expressed your concerns regarding them continuing attending parties and getting black-out drunk, there was just no convincing them to stop. Your sweet boyfriend of five years didn't directly laugh at you but he didn't support you either, he simply told you to stop watching the news if they scared you. Also that you needed to put down the horror movies too.

Pulling the blanket over you, you rubbed your arms to rid yourself of the cold. It didn't work very well. Sitting all alone in your dorm house when all the others are out partying at someone else's house, you were feeling a bit queasy.

Now well aware of the stiffening silence save the television that had actually had its volume turned down, maybe you should have gone to the party as well. At least you wouldn't be alone. This was one of those moments were the more you thought, the more you'd scare yourself. It was stupid but that's how it was. A sudden slam of the door made you shriek in alarm.

"Woah!" a familiar voice sounded behind you.

"What is it? Did something happen?"

You sighed out in relief, "Gosh, Matthew! You scared the shit out of me!" you scolded your boyfriend who rushed inside as soon as he heard your scream, thinking something might've gone wrong.

"Sorry, love." he said and approached where you were laying on the sofa and plopped down beside you. Grabbing you by the jaw he leaned in to give you a passionate kiss, which you reciprocated with heat of your own.

"Why hello there, handsome." you teased him as you two separated and he smiled before one last kiss on your forehead.

"Hey.

Matthew and you had talked earlier that day and agreed that he would show up later that evening when everyone else was away, you hadn't wanted to be alone and it was the perfect opportunity for you two to get some alone time together. Though being immersed in your own world you forgot about your plans and got scared when he arrived. Silly you, you thought.

Although when you glanced at the clock, you realised he was somewhat late compared to the time you two had settled on.

"You're late you know."

"What, really?" Matthew looked at the clock on the wall above the TV. "Sorry, I didn't notice." He sheepishly scratched his head apologetically.

You pretended to think for a moment, crossing your arms in thoughtfulness. Then a smile sparked up and you said, "I forgive you.”

"You goddamn-"

You shrieked as Matthew slapped you with a pillow he grabbed to 'brutally' beat you with it.

Laughter travelled through the large room and didn't stop anytime soon. His playful nature was one of the things you really loved about him, he always made you laugh no matter what mood you were in before. You wrestled him and wanted to pin him down in a winning manner but he won quickly over you.

Of course he came out victorious, your boyfriend was a bigger guy after all; towering over the other students and having it easy with physical activity. A couple years ago you had asked why he didn't join any sports team when he could clearly bring accomplishments to the group. Matthew had snorted and chuckled at your suggestion.

"What, you wanna date a jock?" He teasingly asked.

You slapped his arm and flushed. “No, I’m just saying. You could really contribute, our team now isn't exactly...that good."

"True. But I still won't join."

"Huh, why?"

Matthew stilled and a frown played on his lips. “Because I wouldn’t have time or energy to play it seriously.”

"But it's not like you have any after-school activities." You stated.

Chuckling, he ruffled your hair, "Not that you know of. Besides I never cared for those things."

"I guess-wait. 'That I know of?"

Before you could inquire any further, he interrupted you by pulling your body closer to his and kissed your forehead. Startled by his sudden display of affection, you pawed at his chest to let you go. As per usual, he didn't take it seriously and continued to wrap around you.

In his mind he sighed in relief, he had managed to divert your attention to something else. It was a close call. He really needed to be more careful and not let things slip, or it would turn sour quickly.

Trying to catch your breath, you glance up at Matthew and get lost in his familiar eyes. They drew you in with their expressive passion and wouldn't let you out of their grasp for even a second. With great love in his heart he leaned in and gently pressed his lips against yours. Your hands went around his neck and brought him closer.

You kiss deeply and both of you let out small gasps at the feeling. While the two of you were befining to intensely make-out on the couch.

the loud slam of a door stopped you in your tracks. Breaking off your kiss you hastily push Matthew away and turn your attention to the entrance. There stood one of your housemates looking absolutely horrified. At first you though it was because she'd accidentally walked in on you, but after her expression didn't break you started suspecting something else was at play.

"What is it?" You urgently ask and run up to her.

"W-we were just going to have some fun, that's all. It wasn't s-supposed to go like this." She shook.

Wanting to know what was wrong and help your friend, you try to press an answer from. Her.

She was actually starting to make you worried nOW.

"Things were fine at first-but then everything went wrong.."

Again you urged her to reply.

"Sarah is..-she.."

"What? Sarah is What?"

"Dead."

"The night of (date) an emergency call was made by one of the young adults attending a party hosted by an associate. The body of 20 year-old Sarah Summers was found in the bathroom on the second floor of the house.

The victim had multiple wounds covering her body and is showing great signs of struggle.The police now suspects it is the work of the same murderer that has been at large for the past five weeks."

#oc #male yandere #possesive #obsessed #yandere oc #yandere #toxic #bad relationships #short story #yandere boyfriend #boyfriend #slasher #Scream #horror #murder #killer yandere #yandere killer #collage #yandere slasher x reader #boyfriend slasher #misstycloud oc #scary #party #students #student reader

[hezzabeth]

Revati stormed out into the hot, heavy darkness. Everything was quiet and still, the dead hair dryer was smoking. In the distance, someone was singing. Revati walked towards it, her feet stumbling over tree roots. Bridgadeiro Bun was sitting next to a tree.

"I told you to wait at camp," Revati gently scolded him.

"I got bored! Are you ready to go? Mama hates it when I'm late for Apple day Dinner," Bridgadeiro taking her hand.

It was a new vibrant gesture.

One that for a long time Revati never dared wished for.

A gesture that began a few short months ago with a dance.

Bridgadeiro's eyes suddenly widened with surprise and he gasped. A thick plastic cord had sprung from the feel, wrapping itself around his neck.

Three hair dryers remained, and Revati had one more to confront.

"Will you please just let him go? I have a weapon," Revati addressed the darkness.

An older hair dryer appeared, its black cord attached to its base.

"You humans killed my husband, the least I can do is kill yours," the hair dryer said in a lady's voice. Strictly speaking, the appliances didn't actually need electric cords or genders, or spouses for that matter. For a species that despises humans, they did seem to copy them quite a bit.

"He's not my husband!" Revati pointed out. In truth, she wasn't sure what Bridgadeiro was. When she said goodbye to him four years ago at the end of an empty train ride, she was sure she'd never see him again. But then a week or so later, he appeared "just to check up on his tent." This happened quite often, no matter where Revati went. When he wasn't visiting, he sent messages to Revati's bangle, photos of random things he had spotted, such as a butterfly on a garbage bin, sincere questions about what she was up to. Every year, Revati put her foot down and insisted on traveling back to Olde Landon for Diwali, and every year for three years running, Bridgadeiro Bun was waiting at the gates.

One year he had actually, much to everyone's horror, brought the infamous ex-girlfriend, Margarine. She was a short and extraordinarily pretty girl with freckles and Snow White hair. Whenever she stood next to Bridgadeiro, she clung to his arm in a way that showed off her cleavage. They stayed for the entire two-week festival. Margarine kept exclaiming over how "adorable" everything was while also bragging about her family's "modern living orb." She insisted on sleeping with Bridgadeiro in the greenhouse but complained the next morning about how the soil bags hurt her back. It seemed like she was obsessed with getting every single resident's name wrong. Needless to say, everyone was happy when Bridgadeiro arrived alone the next year.

"Then you don't care if I kill him?" the hair dryer asked.

"Of course I care!" Revati protested. Last Diwali, during Lakshmi Pujan, Bridgadeiro had helped her walk up and down Baker Street, handing out firecrackers to all the residents.

"I can't believe you brought these all the way from your space station!" Revati remarked.

"Well, your Nanni said last year she missed being able to say goodbye to your ancestors properly," he said with a small shrug.

"You're far too helpful! Look at everything you've done," Revati remarked, gesturing about. The plants Bridgadeiro had grown on Baker Street were still thriving. Several of Dusk's students were picking winter berries.

"It's not that much, and it's the least I can do," he replied.

"You repaid me for saving your life a long time ago," Revati said, glancing toward him. They were standing so close together their hands were almost touching. When Revati turned her head toward him, she briefly felt one of his cotton candy curls brush against her cheek.

"Oh no, I do all these things because I like you," he replied. The space between them was very close. In the distance, Revati could hear the whoosh and bang of firecrackers.

Revati swung the mace with a practiced, perfect motion, slamming it into the hair dryer. The air filled with beautiful bright sunlight, and the hair dryer collapsed. Bridgadeiro fell to the ground, still gasping desperately.

"Did you... have to kill her?" Bridgadeiro gasped.

"She's an AI machine; they're probably uploading her brain into a new dishwasher as we speak," Revati reassured him.

There was a clanking sound, and the android appeared.

"Good evening, your majesty," Bridgadeiro wheezed.

"I thought you told your pet clown to wait at the tent," the android remarked coldly as Revati helped Bridgadeiro up.

"He got bored," Revati said as Bridgadeiro brushed down the front of his blue-checked shirt.

"No real harm done! Do you want to head back to the tent to get your luggage?" Bridgadeiro asked Revati, who nodded as something twisted in her stomach. Nerves.

In the year 3556, there were exactly four hundred and eighty-seven major religions across the solar system. There were the old classics such as Hinduism, Christianity, Islam, and Judaism. There were the meta religions such as the Lovecraftians who worshiped fictional kings in yellow. There were the cults that worshiped objects such as carrots and shoes. Then there were the historical figure faiths. The Church of Dollyhart. The Temple of Sweet Baby Elvis. One of the largest historical religions was, of course, "Goupism," or as Nanni called it, "That parasite cult."

As far as Revati could tell, Goupism centered around a beautiful lady who long ago stole hundreds of ideologies. Of course, "Goupers" didn't call it that. They called it "mindful integration."

Bridgadeiro wasn't a religious nut. He didn't force people to wear nothing but an assigned color. He also didn't spray people with "psychic vampire" spray. He did, however, have faith. Faith wasn't something Revati really encountered.

"So, this holiday you're taking me to is to celebrate the existence of apples?" Revati confirmed as they stumbled upwards in the dark.

"Apples, ridiculous! In my court, we only attend festivals that are at least a thousand years old," the android remarked, its eyes lighting the way.

"It's to celebrate both apples and the goddess's daughter. It's about how such a simple universal fruit can be used to fulfill so many needs," Bridgadeiro explained to the android.

"I do like apple juice and apple pie," Revati conceded.

"Not to mention apple cider," Bridgadeiro added.

Up ahead, Bridgadeiro's tent shimmered in the dark. When Revati first heard about Bridgadeiro's tent, she was expecting an all-terrain raincoat propped up on a stick. Instead, the tent was a massive blood-red bioluminescent mushroom. As they approached the tent, Bridgadeiro gently pushed aside some of the fungus, creating a small opening. Once they were inside, the fungus sealed behind them. The inside of the tent was filled with sinister red light. A light Revati had long ago gotten used to.

"You know in my court, we have a massive Chocovale festival! We create an entire palace using only the finest Neptunian cocoa," the android declared as Revati grabbed her luggage. Her luggage consisted of a battered backpack stuffed to the top.

"That's nice," Revati replied. It was best to act as polite and dull as possible whenever the android went on one of her "court" rants.

"Never settle for apples when you can have chocolate, my dear," the android replied, and Revati smacked the android with the side of her bag.

"I thought we agreed when I signed my working contract that you would stay out of my personal life!" Revati snapped back.

Four years ago, Revati had been nothing more than an unpaid sidekick. Three years ago, however, when it became obvious that Dityaa did not want to be found, Revati almost went home. Then the android started doing something extraordinary. The android started paying her. Paying her to follow along, changing parts, and polishing metal as they traveled from city to city. Paying her to fight off bandits who were trying to steal the android's eyes. Sometimes it seemed like she paid Revati just to listen. Revati didn't want to think about being a ghost haunting an android for money.

"We did, but your personal life is interfering with your work! We are so close to finding Perdita! Closer than we've ever been! And you're running off to pick apples with your beau," the android snapped.

Revati glared at the android before grabbing Bridagdeiro by shirt and defiantly kissing him.

"My holiday break started twenty minutes ago! If I want to pick apples, I will pick apples," Revati spat back after letting a shocked Bridgadeiro go.

"We don't actually pick the apples on apple day; we did that two weeks ago," Bridgadeiro remarked, touching his lips and looking stunned.

"Really, Revati? You can do so much better than this! Once I find Perdita, I can find you a spouse that rules an entire moon," the android sighed, and Revati folded her arms.

"Maternity droid, open up battery-saving mode," Revati said.

"Don't you dare!" The android shrieked.

"Enter sleep mode until the battery is fully charged," Revati said, and the android slowly made a clicking sound as it powered down.

"Her battery won't start charging until the sun rises, and then we'll have ten hours," Revati said, pulling a small eye dropper out of her pants pocket. Carefully, she squeezed a drop of liquid onto the tent's walls, and they exploded in a cloud of glittery spores. Revati put the eye dropper away and pulled out a small plastic box, using it to scoop up some of the spores.

Revati was going to reluctantly miss the rainforest; it was nice being able to go out at night without freezing to death.

"You kissed me," Bridgadeiro stammered as Revati put the box away.

"I kissed you to prove a point," Revati replied, holding up a hand.

"The last time you did that, you said it was never going to happen again," Bridgadeiro replied, gently grabbing her hand.

Revati stared at it briefly, remembering last Diwali, the fireworks crackling in the sky, Bridgadeiro's hair smelling like lemon and spices.

"Because of Margarine! You kept breaking up and getting back together with her so many times it gave me psychic whiplash," Revati said, snatching her hand away.

"And I told you that night it was done," Bridgadeiro said gently. It was that same gentle voice that so many fell in love with. Everyone adored Bridgadeiro, the way people loved marshmallows and pillows.

"And I told you I'm nobody's second choice," Revati said firmly before scanning the dark, trying to find the track that eventually led to the forest's main town.

The sort of people who loved Revati were the crazy ones who loved ghost peppers and hardback chairs.

"You're not second! I invited you to Apple day," Bridgadeiro said as Revati began to walk down the path, leaving the sleeping android behind.

"Let's just keep going! The town is an hour's walk away," Revati replied.

"Can I hold your hand? You might slip in the dark," Bridgadeiro replied.

"Fine," Revati conceded. In the buzzing insect darkness, someone watched them go.

#nanowrimo2023 #speculative worldbuilding #life on mars #science fiction #speculative biology #world building #fungus scifi #saying farewell to armageddon #ya fiction #ya scifi

[batrogers]

headcanons ask for chief and minish :D

Oh no... Fiiiine /giggles

A) What I think realistically?

Both games are super sweet, super lovely games with some intensely creepy bad guys who are I think really well-done almost cosmic horror level entities. Spirit Tracks goes a LOT harder on it than Minish Cap, but honestly there is a baseline default here where I am staunchly on the side of "These boys have the sweetest temperaments ever, full stop."

B) What I think is funny?

Minish Cap Link being a cryptid is, frankly, the funniest shit ever to me and you will pry it from my cold, dead hands. Tiny boy giving everyone jump-scares and climbing the walls might be nightmare fuel to YOU, but to me it's the most adorable thing he could do.

The funniest headcanon I have for Spirit Tracks Link is one I've been recently entertaining which is that, based on everything we see in the game there's probably a state religion to support the whole magic bits of the Spirit Tracks infrastructure? So this kind of hard-core trains and engineering game (just roll with it) also means this guy has like a metaphysics degree to go with it. By necessity.

C) What I enjoy crushing my friend's spirits with?

Minish getting fucked up into a cryptid at sixteen, and the whole fiasco of learning to walk again and struggling to advocate for himself when he's also nearly non-verbal to begin with. Best angst, absolute tragedy. He's a beloved child and best friend, and now he's also a monster.

Spirit Tracks Link being basically an EMT. Honestly I don't do enough with it, but I love it as a headcanon because it makes sense if you think about the job implications enough: he works with heavy machinery. Crush injuries are a big thing. He travels in uninhabited wilderness, between small towns. Having medical training makes sense. But that means he's first responder to a lot of horrible, horrible shit and so he's seen things he can't unsee.

D) What makes me say "Fuck You" to Canon?

I take the "Minish Cap Link is a sweetheart" bits of the game's tone and discard the rest. The time limit to save Zelda? Dead serious. He nearly failed. Tingle? He gets to die horribly because I said so. I just cannot with how saccharine this game is, so everything gets to be taken in the worst light possible, thanks.

TBH I don't really violate canon in Spirit Tracks that much? It's not quite as saccharine as Minish Cap so I don't usually fuck with it too hard, but I do also slot him into other games so I can build things up more. The sweetness with Zelda is great, and most of the rest, as listed above, isn't violations but extrapolations of canon. ("If train mechanic, then industrial first aid...") I suppose bunny-man can go the same way as Tingle, but I will continue to let him live. So far.

#Spirit Tracks #Minish Cap #headcanons #LOZ: ST #LOZ: MC #Legend of Zelda: Spirit Tracks #Legend of Zelda: Minish Cap #ask games #don't mind me #That Broken Promise #my Link's Meet AU

[thedevilofblackbrook]

{ DEMO TBA }-{ CHARACTERS }-{ MAIN BLOG }-{ PLAYLIST }

the barn leaned over, the vultures dried their wings

the moon climbed up an empty sky

the sun sank down behind the tree on the hill

there's a killer and he's coming through the rye

but maybe he's the father of that lost little girl

it's hard to tell in this light

and i want to know the same thing

everyone wants to know

how's it going to end?

--- TOM WAITS, "HOW'S IT GONNA END?"

after the death of your mysterious and secluded great-aunt, you receive a letter from her lawyer saying that she's left you all her earthly belongings: her house, her money, and her secrets.

in order to claim your inheritance, you travel to blackbrook, a small town in the south, to clean out her old and dilapidated house. the town itself is even stranger than the situation you've found yourself in; your house is far on the edge of town, the townsfolk all but avoid you, and you feel like your being watched at all times.

the shadows around your new home seem darker every day. death now permeates everything around you, and the fate of the town is up to you: save those around you or let them burn?

set in a fictional town somewhere between the late 1890s and early 1900s, the devil of blackbrook is a southern gothic 18+ interactive novel with horror elements.

customize your character's name, gender identity, pronouns, physical appearance, personality, and more.

solve the mystery plauging this town with the help of a strange group of townsfolk and outsiders.

romance any of eight characters, all of which have fixed genders but are available to romance by all mcs.

your actions have consequences: "true evil is, above all things, seductive. [...] like a siren, beckoning you to ruinous shore." -- the creature, penny dreadful; evil is as evil does, your choices may help your foes and alienate you from your friends (or maybe you've decided the roles are reversed? who am i to judge?)

THE DEVIL: ???

the white eyes. the darkness that creeps into town. the shadow around every corner. makes you feel as if air is being sucked out of your lungs. when will it stop? please god let it stop.

THE SHERIFF: abraham beauregard.

he's been doing this for far too many years. duty. authority. he needs to be in power because without it he is nothing. if the town finds that his station is no longer useful, his life will crumble and fall apart. he knows there's evil. but pretending it's explainable is much easier than accepting he can't do anything to stop it.

THE HOLY MAN: pastor moses kelly.

wake up, preach, bless the folks that are scared (even though he knows it won't do anything), barely eat, barely sleep, wake again. the church is old and it's bones are brittle and he thinks he can't stand the image of the crucifixion any longer. when the devil calls, how can he prove the might of god when the sky seems so empty?

THE CAMBION: samson graves.

he never asked to be here, never asked for this body, for this inherent evil carved into his tendons and bones. his mother was good, but she's long gone now, his home a charred grave behind him. violence and death follows him wherever he walks. maybe killing the devil will bring him peace... even if he doesn't know what that feels like.

THE OUTLAW: stranger wyatt.

stranger... strange man... rider upon a pale horse. he claims the outlaw life brought him freedom but... he longs to settle. plant roots and watch a life grow. but his hands have done so much wrong and he thinks that he doesn't deserve anything good. maybe the only thing that could save his cursed soul is sacrifice. will he give until there is nothing left?

THE REVENANT: francis.

they don't know who they are. what they are. they crawled out of the earth coughing up dirt with nothing but a ring and sheer terror. they remember love, happiness, sadness, and warmth but all that's left is fear and cold and anger and a deep sense that something is very, very wrong. the house is familiar, but will it remember them?

THE BRIDE: mrs. ethel de loughrey.

she misses her home. her mother. her baby brother. her father was loud and terrible but she would trade anything to be out of this loveless marriage and quiet (too quiet) house. she resigns herself to baking and sewing but she longs for so much more. her husband isn't mean or rough but he wishes she was someone else and she wishes she was anywhere but here.

THE PROPHETESS: constance abernathy.

she sees too much. knowledge is a terrible thing when cursed with too much of it. everyone she meets she sees how they end: jealous husband, robbed and killed by outlaws, a mistress who wishes to be more. the worst ones are those filled with darkness and terror and eyes. those fucking eyes. she doesn't know what it is but she knows its not of this world. but no one beliefs the woman with the strange visions.

THE ARTIST: rosalyn goodwin.

the people of the town whisper about her behind her back about her "unwomanly" proclivities, but she couldn't care less. she keeps herself busy in front of a canvas and she wouldn't have it any other way. her hands are stained with paint and she fills canvas after canvas with beautiful pieces. this town does not accept women who live outside of their expectations, but perhaps somewhere in the west will provide a more welcoming place for her art.

#the devil of blackbrook #interactive fiction #horror #southern gothic

[nonbinary-sticks-the-badger]

the OFFICIAL sonatchet propaganda post from the REAL ceo of sonatchet

are you a fan of sonic the hedgehog? perhaps ratchet and clank is more your style? or maybe you like both? well, have I got the ship for you.

now, why should YOU ship sonatchet? it's simple: the franchises have so much in common. now, sonic fans, when i say, an anthropomorphic creature has to stop the evil capitalist baddie from taking over the world with his little buddy, smart as a whistle. along the way, he grinds rails, he follows his own path, not exactly good, but certainly heroic. he does this all with an absolutely brilliant soundtrack. and yeah, maybe the more recent games haven't been so good, writing and gameplay-wise, but hey, we're getting back on track.

what i have just described to you is ratchet and clank. initially created a year after everyone's golden child of sonic games, sa2, by ex-members of sonic team, ratchet and clank has been a vital part of my upbringing, more so than sonic has. for me, sonic is a more recent thing. i've been a fan since i was 5. when did i become a fan of r&c, you may ask? well, my first memory is my dad playing it in front of me, to give you an idea. i couldn't walk or speak properly, sat in a high chair, presumably eating soggy toast, one half marmite and the other of bovril. but, by that point, i was used to the experience - i can't even remember the first time i watched him play.

for any sonic fans who havent yet got the gist, imagine shadow the hedgehog (2005) with good writing that sounds like how actual people speak and less goofy weapons. edginess for the sake of humour rather than for edginess. oh also there is actual genocide in r&c1 quick heads up.

so, r&c fans, with it being far more mainstream, you're probably well aware of the overlap between the two franchises. hell, most of you reading probably are sonic fans. so, of course, i probably wont have to explain sonic in ratchet and clank terms. i want to but i wont. at the end of the day, all you need to know is that sonic is a hedgehog who runs fast and is kinda like ratchet.

THE SIMILARITIES

quickfire round! if it's in blue, it's headcanon, if it's plain text, it's canon!

transmasc and bi

somewhat morally grey, however definitely on the good side and classes themself as a hero

has a younger brother-figure/best friend who's good with electronics and can let him fly

has to fight robots

the biggest baddie is usually capitalism or actual cosmic horrors

space is vaguely related

sci fi

both quite calm and laid back but can get very serious and angry if you let them

adventurous travellers

fairly flirty but never seem to settle down (aroace reference?)

from what ive heard stc sonic is basically slightly angrier 2002 ratchet (i havent read stc though)

both almost the exact same age, with ratchet being 14-16, depending on which game, and sonic being 15

THE DIFFERENCES

ratchet LOVES weapons, with the vast arsenal being one of the main selling points of r&c1/sonic is known for spin dash

ratchet canonically has negative rizz (though i believe has had canon love interests iirc?)/sonic is attractive to almost everyone

ratchet has explored multiple galaxies/sonic has only explored a single planet and the odd space station

sonic is probably more likely to do the right thing

sonic is a giant environmentalist, literally has befriended nature/ratchet cares more about saving people than planets, unless it's an actual planet blowing up. like, the planet will cease to exist from quark's super laser piss or something

all of this ties together to create the wonderful ship we call sonatchet, a real and true yearning across franchises. truly, god made them in different game studios because he knew they would be unstoppable as canon lovers.

for any sonic fans wanting a really good comparison, id say the best i can give you is sonadow with a sonknux dynamic? though, not entirely. obviously, if there were a comparable ship, i wouldn't bother tagging in another guy from a completely seperate franchise, so please, please, understand the joys of sonatchet.

#sonic #ratchet and clank #sonatchet #sonic the hedgehog #ratchet the lombax

[giantchasm]

let's hear abt the fucked up au

OK. So, as you may have seen, when I first beat Scarlet and Violet I made the following meme as a goofy little joke about how I thought it was funny another time travel plot came immediately after PLA

I didn't think it through much more than that at the time. But the post has been making rounds and as its popped up in my notifications again and again, I got to thinking...-

It's said in Scarlet and Violet that humans can't come back through the time machine. But let's humor the idea for a moment, just for funsies: What if Barry and Emmet did seek Sada out to get their loved ones back? What if it worked? Wouldn't that make for such a happy ending?

...On the surface, at least.

You see, there's a theory I've seen floating around about Area Zero. The theory posits that the time machine isn't an actual time machine, and that the Paradox Pokemon aren't actually from the past or future. This theory reasons that the 'time machine,' Paradox Pokemon, and AI professor were actually created by a legendary not yet in the game-- one only alluded to in the Scarlet/Violet book.

The going theory at the moment is that this Pokemon is some sort of eldritch entity that feeds off of imagination/desire and creates things based on people's wishes. That's why the box art legendaries resemble Heath's beloved Cyclizar and why the paradox Pokemon exist despite the holes in the timeline they create. None of it is real.

But if two people were to go to Area Zero with the wish of being reunited with those they care about, what would happen? Would it be like what happened when Turo/Sada went to Area Zero with the desire to see what they saw in the Scarlet/Violet book?

Would something be birthed?

What I'm trying to say is imagine an AU where Barry and Emmet get wind of what Sada's doing, go to the crater to hopefully be reunited with their loved ones, and are-- except... they're not. They're reunited with replicas based on their loved ones exactly as they perceive them.

They don't notice the things that don't add up. 'Dawn' and 'Ingo' behave exactly how they anticipate they would. But for everyone else...-

Things are weird.

Ingo doesn't remember how to run the singles train the way he should (After all, Emmet wasn't there.) Dawn doesn't recall conversations she had with Lucas or Rowan when Barry wasn't listening. Neither of them remember anything about Hisui despite historical records showing that's where they went.

...What's going on?

Their other loved ones would grow suspicious. Things wouldn't add up. But when they'd try to point this out, they'd be rebuked. Clearly they're "just not happy Dawn and Ingo are home."

So they begin to investigate the crater themselves and come in contact with some teens who claim to have entered it. Cue the Scarlet and Violet friend group also catching wind of what's going on.

And a shitstorm ensuing as Florian/Juliana, Nemona, Penny and Arven travel to Sinnoh and Unova to talk with Lucas, Elesa, Cynthia, and anyone else who might become wrapped up in all of this (I can see Looker getting involved) all to try and save Barry and Emmet from the same fate that befell the professor; AKA getting way too wrapped up in a fantasy.

But that's easier said than done. The two would drag their heels in, and it doesn't seem like 'Dawn' or 'Ingo' mean harm. After all... Koiraidon might be fake, too, and Koraidon is perfectly loving and sweet.

Scooby Doo investigation antics and psychological horror ensue.

#pokemon #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon scarlet and violet #PLA #Pokemon Scarvi

[allthelittlecreepycrawlies]

Nie-Centric Ideas, Part One

Nie Huaisang becomes immortal by unknown means to see his brother's soul safely back into reincarnation. Though he hasn't forgiven Jin Guangyao he figures karma can take over from here and releases him too.

The world is changing. The number of ghosts and monsters to be fought is declining, and the sects are becoming less needed. Everyone he knows has either passed back into the cycle or gone to explore.

He has other plans. He knows that if he doesn't stop himself, he will search endlessly for his brother's reincarnations, and Da-ge deserves better than to be saddled with him ever again in any fashion. Moreover, with fewer ghosts and criminals to feed on, the sabers in the tombs are getting restless.

Since his ascension has only amplified the resentment within him, it's easy to kill two birds with one stone. Sealed away in the tomb by his own doing, he sleeps, and the sabers sleep with him, their spirits quietly fading away one by one from the effects of the arrays he painstakingly painted on stone and cloth and flesh.

After hundreds of years, he and Baxia are the only ones left, still sleeping hidden away from a world that has entirely forgotten they ever existed.

Until someone breaks the seal.

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One of the basics of comic books is that time travel usually doesn't work because it doesn't fix the timeline you came from, it just splits off a new one. Imagine Nie Huaisang having this realization after several failed attempts and having a massive breakdown at the knowledge that he inadvertently created and condemned multiple versions of the brother he wanted to save. 

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Imagine that after the bonfire incident, Nie Mingjue knows he went too far, but he can't just say it. He can't let himself be that vulnerable when it already feels like everything's crashing in on him. The thought of replacing what was destroyed comes to him, but then he remembers Jin Guangyao making the same offer and he's angry all over again. 

But he can't just let this go, he hurt the most important person in the whole world to him.

And then three days after the funeral, a package arrives addressed to Nie Huaisang. It’s a full set of expensive pigments and the most beautifully made brushes he's ever seen.

Swamped in grief and his own guilt, he can't bring himself to use them. 

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Imagining post-canon in which Nie Huaisang is trapped in a Black Mercy-style spell that gives someone a dream of the life they'd always wanted in exchange for feeding off them. Just as the others (nebulous handwave as to who's there) are getting ready to try and break it, the spell shatters, overcome from the inside.

Someone, maybe Zizhen because none of the grownups want to talk about it, gently prodding a recovering Nie Huaisang as to how he got out on his own so easily.

He shrugs. "The spell was too outlandish. I figured out everything was fake almost immediately."

"Because... Chifeng-zun was alive?"

"Hm... no. No... that was at least plausible, if things had gone differently. No, it went too far by having me be married."

"To whom?"

"Doesn't matter. Even in an ideal world, it would have never been an option," he mutters dismissively, then has a servant escort Zizhen out.

Of course, Zizhen isn't just gonna let that go. Now he has a mystery to solve!

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Imagine that when Nie Mingjue is having really shitty near-deviation days, he has to seek out, not damaging, but just weird stimuli just to be sure his senses are still working. Like putting honey on a pork bun then dipping the whole thing in vinegar, just to see if he can still taste it.

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So many sad Nie Huaisang ideas involve him giving away or selling his birds...

...what about a horror variant where he's found eating them?

And he has no idea. Completely checked out from reality.

Trauma? Possession? No longer entirely human? So many options. 

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Nie Mingjue stress eats, Nie Huaisang stress cooks, but their idea of stress food is diametrically opposed so Nie Huaisang ends up having to give away all his hard effort (not that their friends mind at ALL) because Da-ge won't eat anything but raw veggies! The nerve!

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Happy ending Orpheus and Eurydice-style story where after several reincarnations, Nie Mingjue starts getting his memories back and realizes that, since the more impact a person has on your life, the more likely you are to meet them again, and yet he has never seen his brother since that first life, Nie Huaisang must not be reincarnating. So he decides that either through magical means or just straight taking his own life, he's going to find his brother and pull him back into the reincarnation cycle.

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In a timeline where Jin Guangyao kills Nie Huaisang either because he caught on to the revenge plan or for some other political reason, it proves to be a huge mistake.

Because their mutual hatred of him caused the Nies' souls to be tethered in death and vengeful ghost!Nie Huaisang was able to find his da-ge's pieces much quicker than he ever would have been able to while living.

Now Jin Guangyao has two monsters out for his blood.

#mdzs #nie mingjue #nie huaisang #nie brothers #ouyang zizhen #jin guangyao #ideas #long post

[fandoomrants]

Ok, so many hopes and predictions for season 4 of tua. Many people (can't say I'm not one of them) wishing for Reginald to die, some prediciting they're all gonna die. Everyone basically wondering if they'll be once again facing some apocalypse.

And, thinking about it, another end of the world would seem sorta logical, right? Now, the question is, what is going to happen if that's the case again.

I personally hope they all (not Reginald, tho) get out of it alive, with or without powers.

I believe they'll get their powers back somehow, but maybe it won't be so bad if in the end they after all lose them forever? Especially if this time it's some conscious decision they make to get rid of them?

Bear with me for a second here. What if the season ends with either another apocalypse where they all die (please, please no)

OR

Them letting go of their powers and somehow saving the world doing so? Because, if you think about it, they are literally causing it every time because they do something with their powers. So, maybe them losing them is going to give them a chance of a normal life.

AND

That might be good for them??

Luther and Sloane (if they find her, I personally believe she's not gone forever) having a normal life, travelling the world together. Or, for Luther, in general, not being ashamed how people are going to react to his body and him being half a monkey and having to hide his body at all times, just having a normal life that he's in control of. Basically doing what he wants to do, not what his father says.

Diego and Lila having their family and living in peace with their child (let them have one!) , not having the shadow of their upbringing looming over them and threatening them all the time, making them question their ability of creating a normal family.

Allison... Idk, I think she was better and happier in season 2 when she was just trying to lead a normal life with Ray without using her powers. I personally think she's relying on her powers too much but would live better without them. I don't really know what's gonna happen with both Ray and Claire as they're from other timelines and don't make sense in the same one, but I hope she finds some peace.

Klaus!!! Klaus might need some getting used to not being immortal, even though he found out that pretty recently, he is still leading a pretty risky life so he basically never understood how many times he has died. BUT he doesn't like the ghosts! Losing his powers would mean he could have the chance to get clean, start a normal life!! He wouldn't have to get drunk or high in order to escape the ghosts constantly bothering him! I think that's gonna work for him well! He's smart, he's really smart, he'll find a good path for himself. I think it'll be great for him to get rid of his powers!

FIVE CAN FINALLY RETIRE, Y'ALL! Especially if somehow he gets to get his body back (I love the 58-year-old in a 13-year-old body but I believe he would hate to remain like this forever).

Ben... Idk, Brelly!Ben also wasn't a big fan of the Horror, now we have Sparrow!Ben who doesn't seem to mind it, but maybe when there are no Umbrella or Sparrow Academies anymore, he'll just wanna lead a normal life. It's confirmed it was Sparrow!Ben on that train, and he looked so peaceful and happy there. Maybe he'll like to have a normal life without being a superhero or having to prove himself in front of everyone.

And Viktor. Viktor... Really spent most of his life without powers. And, I believe he was actually doing pretty well. He had an apartment, a job. He was actually living better than some of his siblings. So, maybe if he ended on good terms with his siblings this time, and didn't feel like an outcast (AND GOT TO PLAY HIS VIOLIN, OMG, PLEASE. Let the boy get his violin and show his talent properly this time), he would actually live well without powers.

Anywayy, I got a bit carried away! I actually started this post wanting to say that, whatever happens, whoever gets to live or die, we'd better not end up with a dead Ben once again..

#tua #the umbrella academy #ending predictions #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #five hargreeves #ben hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #lila pitts #sloane hargreeves

[crazy56u]

Happy season finale day. Let's dance.

Last week on Quantum Leap, Ziggy may or may not have nuked the Project in the future.

Watch as they don't explain Martinez's deal this time, and they save that shit for next season.

Welcome to the future Ben. Nuclear winter's a thing, and according to an episode of the anthology horror series Monsters, vampires are running around now.

And back in the present day, Janis just suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

And Ben is now Missingno.

2051. A horrible year.

"I'm the only one from Quantum Leap who survived." So, yeah, take that everyone who hated Ian.

"Ben told me his final destination is in the past. So don't fucking ask me why he's in the fucking future."

"Time travel changes things." Fucking mic drop.

Okay, so, the series started with the timeline altering. That's actually fucking sick.

"BEN, FUCKING MEMORIZE THE CODE ALREADY, THE ACCELERATOR IS MAD!"

Gotta get back. Back to the past, Samurai Ja- wait, no.

I chose to believe Ben forcefully leaping out of 2051 caused another nuke.

Meanwhile, in 2018, one of the last good years.

… … …if they find a way to have Dean Stockwell secretly cameo in this…

And Ben leapt into himself.

"I leapt into myself in the past." I just fucking said-

Okay, Ben somehow managed to memorize the code despite going Code Blue, impressive.

"Okay, cool, future code from Future Me, I don't fucking understand this."

Look, Ian, you took ten years to write that code, it's not like you had time to be clear.

"Why would you help him leap if those were the risks?!" "Because fuck you!"

And there's your meet cute, Ben.

"There's something different about you. Why are you five years older?"

Okay, so, what if it turns out Ben needed to go to Trivia Night?

"Ben, if you fuck up this date, you fuck up history." "But if I don't fuck up history, Martinez fucks this up."

And there's the rub: Ben is doing Back to the Future 1, and this date is the Enchantment Under the Sea dance.

Addison, stop being a third wheel on your 2018 date with Ben.

"You seem nervous." "That obvious, huh?"

Ian invented a dating app while working on Quantum Leap. Maybe that explains why he took 10 years to invent future code.

"I like you, too." And Addison vanishes from the Imaging Chamber-

"Why can't I figure this out?" Hey, look, sometimes I can't decode my own bullshit, it's not that uncommon.

Plot Twist: The key to saving the future is fixing Ian's 2018.

And Ben decides to fuck up 2018.

Welcome to Quantum Leap, what you thought was Back to the Future is actually Terminator Genisys, get fucked.

Addison, you work on Quantum Leap, please understand that Ben isn't lying?

"Dear God, was I really this much of an idiot in 2018?"

"How much damage did he do?" "Yes."

"Look, I know the timeline is imploding, but I gotta figure out my bullshit code."

Butterfly effect. Not even once.

"Ben and Addison don't end up together." And an annoying portion of the audience just pumped their fists into the air.

Ben, I saw the trailer. Addison gets shot. She doesn't listen to you.

"Hey, Magic. Ben may or may not be having a mental breakdown."

Ben is going to lock Martinez in a broom closet.

"Hey, come on, I know I'm breaking the timeline, but don't be a Debbie Downer."

"Look, I think the universe will let one bad date happen." "Surprise, motherfucker."

"Talked to Magic. He said to shoot you."

…what if Martinez leapt into Magic?

Great job, Ben, you made yourself sound insane- and why the fuck is Addison seeing 2023 Addison.

And Ben now has to explain why the Waiting Room no longer exists.

YEAH, FUCK YOU FIRE EXTINGUISHER!

"Wait, why the fuck did I just activate Lockdown?"

And Jenn tag-teams the leap.

That delivery guy indirectly saved Ben's life.

They are going to feel so fucking dumb when they realize the guy who leapt into Ben is Ben.

Okay, no offense, but how much under until the red lights go away.

Also, I fucking called it.

"Addison, shoot Magic!" "Addison, shoot Ben!" "I enough bullets, guys!"

And Ben's bad memory bites him in the ass at the worst possible fucking moment.

And now Ben's in the broom closet.

At least Martinez wants to keep the timeline alteration secret…

If that's the fucking gun Martinez uses to shoot her later…

And the timeline has been cracked in half over her knee.

And now Magic's in the Imaging Chamber, finally…

"I just don't get it. I thought I did everything right!"

"I really messed things up." "No shit."

"Look, I dropped the ball with saving Sam, but I'll be fucking damned if I drop the ball helping you. Vandalize that wall."

"Hey, Ben, see you're talking to Magic."

And now 2018 Ian sees the bullshit code.

"Look, dude, I stabbed you in the neck, why don't you go away?"

"Look, I have to kill everyone to save the future, I am the good guy here!"

If it fucking turns out Martinez killed Sam…

"Wait… cigars?"

"Turtle Time?" "Ben never saw TMNT, this is serious!"

Bet you guys feel stupid now, huh?!

"So, guess what, Magic got leapt into, and he's about to nuke the Project."

"Wait, Ben, this code-" "You wrote it in 2051, I gotta fucking go!"

Plot twist: Ian reinvented the Konami Code.

And Ben comes to save the day!

And now there's a fucking fight scene in the Accelerator, 1993 Quantum Leap wouldn't fucking dare to be this metal.

And now we're just fucking up history entirely, time for a fight scene in a mental hospital!

MORAL OF THE STORY: Cheat codes are always morally acceptable.

If this episode ends by setting the plotline back five years…

And now Ben and Martinez are about to cause World War III.

"Damn, they really are 'the Terminator'." CALLED IT!

Luckily, Ben remembered how to box!

"Luckily, this will fix everything!" "And if Ben dies?" "…everything asterisk."

AND NOW GUNS ARE INVOLVED!

An error message across two time periods, that might be significant…

"I used cheat codes for a co-op video game I was playing single-player, what of it?"

"We're back where we started, with me shooting you in the Old West."

And Martinez has been removed from the plot.

Meanwhile in 2051, Ian is tripping out.

…was the decision to have each separate time period colored red, white, and blue intentional, because I just realized that…

Addison, that wasn't fucking funny. [I type, as I chuckle.]

"We did it. Now we need to figure out what the plot of Season 2 will be…"

Ben's reward for almost breaking the timeline? A third take on that first meeting.

"Hey, I know we never met yet, but (SMOOOOOOOTCH)"

And everyone applauds. I fucking love this show.

And that's not Ben in the Accelerator. Who is? Well- [END OF SEASON]

Once again: NBC, renew this show for Season 3 already.

#quantum leap #spoilers #judgement day #monsters #the waiting game #terminator genisys #back to the future #missingno. #teenage mutant ninja turtles

[echowilds]

oh god. okay. spoilers for ch 8 ahead. if you want the bg info on the rats you can read the first few paragraphs, there's a big warning when the spoilers start.

background! i'm gonna gloss over some things that aren't important to the topic bc otherwise we'd be here forever

so. phlunt has (at that stage mostly one-sided) beef with a teenager (hanni) for the sole reason of said teenager being born by their biological parents. he's a supreme asshole about it bc he's a bitter man who can't deal with scratches to his ego and makes sure it looks like they're a fuck up in asuran society and don't get a good job at all ever. while zojja can't really do anything about it bc the arcane council is the arcane council and would rather shove her in a meatgrinder than take any sort of action against scientific misconduct and whatever else, she does take notice of hanni and later offers them a job within her krewe. it does come a bit too late though, and hanni has already made up their mind about leaving the city behind for good and just travelling the world as a wandering mechanic. they weren't close, far from it - zojja's just doing what she thinks is right, and trying to support someone she sees potential in. (and give a giant metaphorical middle finger to phlunt but that's beside the point)

when the time comes for professor gorr's theory about dragon magic, she does send out a letter to them. that had always been the topic they excelled at, and while they aren't working as a scientist anymore, they never left their curiosity and drive to document weird magic shit behind. (even if that documentation sometimes amounts to Eat It and see what happens) they stop by and help and it's fun! but hanni hasn't suddenly turned into a less abrasive/dismissive person, reminders of rata sum don't suddenly taste sweet rather than foul. and zojja is mostly occupied with her own machinations and toxx, perfectly shining beacon. he's everything the world will need to get through the trials it will face - a brilliant scientist with a kind heart, a charming public speaker, someone who stands up for those who can't do it by themselves, a good person and an even better friend. they stay in contact this time, although much more through toxx rather than directly and it's... okay. they aren't friends - they don't need to be! - but they're colleagues, connected through one man's desire to save the world and maybe help both of them in the process and be their friend goddamnit. (he's succeeding. (at least for now))

but things get worse and worse and orr... it tears at everyone, takes whatever it can and sucks the life out of you even if you haven't died. the war drags on, supplies dwindle, people die. toxx dies.

he'd been the world's hope, but more importantly - he'd been zojja's and hanni's hope. zojja found someone who could fix destiny's edge, who gently took all their broken shards and gave them the glue to piece themselves back together. who saw the same problems she did and did something about it instead of turning away. who saw her - and still strongarmed her into being friends. and for hanni he was the first real long-term friend they made outside of home. the first person they'd let in again, whom they let themselves trust.

that wasn't a blow their relationship could really weather. they don't fight or have a big falling out - no time for that, no energy. but they don't talk for a long while. avoid each other without making it obvious that that's what they're doing. maybe zojja blames hanni a bit in the privacy of her own mind. the grief lingers over everything, even when they start talking tentatively again. it's easier through taimi. she's new, no stain of a shared loved one's death looms on her, and she brings science back into their relationship, moves them away from the drudging horror of war and grief.

and then. maguuma. zojja looses her footing in the world while hanni can't seem stop running. hanni visits while zojja's still in coma but... it's too much, seeing her of all people like that. zojja never calls. the commander is definitely busy and really, she has so much to do too.

!!!! spoilers start here !!!! the real big spoiler is only in the third paragraph but better safe than sorry

they'd been... stilted when they first ran into each other again. unsure. treading lightly. a lot had happened for both, many years had passed and they didn't really know where they stood with each other anymore. besides, there was too much to do, a world to save once again.

ch8 is the first time they really get to talk and. it's good. it's necessary. they talk far more and longer than canon, finally open with each other about kind of everything. they start with maguuma and its aftermath, the lingering guilt on both sides of just leaving. they reminisce about toxx, the good times instead of getting stuck on the clawing despair, talk about taimi. shit talk phlunt, the impact the fucker still has on hanni's life. finally let go of the grief that had weighed them down for over a decade. forgive each other, and mainly themselves. start anew.

hanni stays with zojja for another day. she talks about her life with the wizards. hanni does their best to comfort her once the grief for mabon really settles in. the world can deal for a few hours.

and maybe. at the end. they finally step out of that room as friends.

#not tagging the spoilers bc i don't want to main tag this mess #but rest assured i give a visible warning once the spoilers start #if you have somehow read that entire thing want to avoid spoilers but still wish for a satisfying conclusion the last line doesn't contain #any either. #i will leave you in peace now #hanni melachondre #yu's commanders #first commander toxx #okay hold on spoiler warning for the next tag #but it is so morbidly funny to me that they're both finally letting go of toxx. while zojja is mourning mabon. BUT WHEN ELSE WOULD THEY hsl

[violetfaust]

So. The Winchesters episode 1. ↑

The cons:

Editing very choppy and bad. Like, the cut from Millie asking John what he's going to do now to John facing his first demon could/should have been both scary and funny (eg., immediate cut to John getting punched in the face) but just made it feel like a scene was missing. Same with John's flashbacks. Carlos's entrance was fantastic but so rushed it lost impact.

Special effects very bad--overall it looked worse than S1 SPN from 2005. (Loup-garou was just a guy in a suit.) At least early SPN understand that if you have no money you should just make it dark as fuck. Everything's scary when you can't see shit.

Where was Mary's mom, Deanna? With her husband missing and her daughter disappearing for days at a time, you'd think she'd at least get a mention.

Meg Donnelly didn't impress me. (Which is odd since it looks like she has more screen experience than the rest of the cast.) Very flat.

It would have been nice if John decided that "saving people, hunting things" was his destiny after he'd, you know, saved someone. He wasn't even around when the rest of the crew (accidentally, to defeat the monster) saved Ada. He seemed a little too gung-ho and happy about hunting.

Overall Mary and John did not seem like the Mary and John we know...

The pros:

...which is kind of the point, right? They DID, however, feel like Sam (John) and Dean (Mary). Which was enjoyable to watch.

The new characters--Carlos and Lata and Millie--are great. (Clearly Sam's luxuriant hair is inherited from Grandma Millie.) We didn't see much of Ada, so we don't know a lot except that the actress is gorgeous. Carlos is iconic, and I feel like Lata is a new kind of character in SPN. (She's essentially Willow, but that's new for SPN!) And the whole group has a lot of chemistry, both together and in pairs/trios.

I like the idea of the Akreda (sp?)--a very powerful malevolent enemy that ISN'T heaven, hell, or earthly monsters. Hopefully we'll see a little more of the Lovecraftian horror that the mother ship just kind of wasted a few times.

For me, one of the keys to not hating John has been believing that he was fucked up even before the fire from a variety of traumas, and I think we're seeing that (John being a normal guy was one of my fears about the show).

And obviously--it was good seeing Dean again, and I was so happy that the show didn't pin down exactly where in his timeline we were. Specifically, I'm happy that it wasn't explicitly heaven. I know, I know everyone else is probably right and we're seeing Dean after death, but I just feel it would be much easier to retcon the SPN finale out of existence (a djinn dream, an alternate world, a pocket universe created by Chuck) if we don't confirm that Dean (and Sam) are definitely dead. (The green filter on Dean is a possible hint that he's NOT in heaven, since all the heaven scenes are oversaturated and golden.) Let me cling to hope. And I definitely like the hint that Dean is time-traveling and is the one to unravel the timeline by giving John his father's letter.

So overall, I guess I'm with Chuck. Most of the flaws were typical pilot flaws that might improve (even Meg's acting). I'll watch the next few eps at least (maybe even shortly after they air!) and see how it goes.

#the winchesters #spnwin #and also anti-spnwin i guess #mary campbell #<-i've decided i'm going to use that tag for her even though it might not mesh with my existing mary campbell winchester tag #john winchester #carlos cervantez #latika desai #op

[paypant]

[ryder616]

AoSAW21 - Day 1: Favorite Character

"I imagined you perfect. You're way more interesting than that". -- Cal Johnson, S.O.S. Part 2

I've rhapsodised about Daisy a few times already, here and there (🤭) but what's the point of an Appreciation Week if you can't ramble for thousands of characters about your favorite fictional people?

The thing about Daisy and me (lol) is that I don't really relate all that much to her, considering, and I certainly cannot identify with her. My life experiences are vastly different, and that's before we add superpowers, secret agencies, spaceships, time travel and a 1950s boyfriend.

Which is great for me, of course, because her life sucks.

And that's it: she has every damn reason to be angry at the world, to feel like she's owned, to want to watch things burn or to say fuck it and retire to some tropical island and never bother with anyone or anything ever again...but she never does that, not even for a stretch.

Even when an ancient superhuman asshole uses her and abuses her and she loses herself and thinks she has to leave everyone she loves behind to protect them, she goes and finds herself a cause to fight for and people in danger to help.

Nor does she use her crappy past or her mountain of traumas and disappointments to justify herself when her actions are questionable and questioned. The closer she got was in the aftermath of the kill order on Wilfred Malick - something that I maintain was borderline character assassination just to move another character's story and, ok, shush, not the point here - but she can't even explain it fully then: "Hydra is very bad. [Everything] is being infiltrated by them and it all ends in horror". Her life was completely destroyed by that horror at least twice but does she say so? Or launch in a poor-me monologue to elicit sympathy from Deke (or, Asgard forbid, the audience)? Nah. Hydra is bad, she says. Oh, Daisy. You do yourself no favors and I adore you for it.

She's immensely powerful but never coveted that power and she gives it up with no fuss if it can keep people safe, even though it's tied to her identity, an identity she has labored and suffered for years to discover.

She could hack herself into millions but she couldn't care less about money. When she has them, like the seven millions she stole from the Watchdogs, she gives them away - to widows, small children, everyday workers - and still lives in a crappy van.

Her sense of self-preservation is atrocious, and generally kicks in only after everyone else's survival is accounted for. She's literally killed herself for the cause, tried to stay behind in a post-apocalyptic future where her kind was hunted and enslaved, is always ready to run headlong into a wall (or several) for friends and strangers alike and her least dangerous self-sacrificial act was shooting herself with an Icer, potentially leaving herself at the mercy of two powerful aliens that wanted to either kill her or take her prisoner.

The world keeps taking from her or treats her like a monster or a thing and she keeps trying to make it better, to make a difference, to make it so other people have the stability and safety and happiness that have always been fleeting for her. That's some hero stuff even before saving the world enters the picture, and she also does that.

Her heart gets in the way all the time and she lets it. When in S5 Talbot pleads for a way to contact his family she knows it's a risk. But she has to help him reconnect with his son. How could she not? Five years earlier, she managed to give parenting advice to Lloyd Rathman in the middle of conning him to find a lead to where Centipede - Hydra, really. It's always freaking Hydra - was torturing Coulson. There's everything that could turn a person into a cynical hardass (🙄) who gives no one an inch or a care in between these two moments, and yet it didn't happen.

And she still believes in people and their capacity to do good and be better, which is pretty extraordinary because she's been disappointed by almost everyone in her life, including the team she considers family. Part of that is because she undervalues herself, sure, but the rest is just who she is. How does that quote go? Nothing's quite as beautiful as someone who has survived losing everything and still has a tender heart.

Yeah. That's the TLDR, right there.

#aosaw21 #daisy johnson #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d. #aos meta #aosaw21: day 1 #text post #my meta

[the-water-writer]

𝙵𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚜

Without ocs:

Shellington at some point had the smallest crush on Dashi but since has faded

Tweak pulls all nighters 24/7 and has a f*cked up sleep schedule

only Professor Inkling and the Vegimals have normal sleep schedules to be honest

none of them are straight. Maybe Professor and I'm not talking about the vegimals (I view them as children) but besides them none of the are straight. Half of them are bi or pan.

bi Peso and Shellington. bi Peso and Shellington. bi Peso and Shellington. bi Peso and Shellington.

never let the disaster trio (Tweak,Kwazii and Dashi) play a horror game. Screaming,cussing,raging it's not pretty

Dashi probably did Cheerleading in high school and college. Probably a flyer too

half the crew are theater kids. I just feel it in my bones

when the crew travels to land Shellington still can't drive to save his life. Captain,Dashi and Tweak are probably the only responsible drivers

Professor is too old,the vegimals are too young and small,Peso is scared of driving a car and Kwazii is just.... a whole other story

With ocs!

Rory/Vix:

Tweak and them have necklaces with the other's initial

Tweak was caught by Dashi and Kwazii looking at photos of Rory and were both like "gae"

the 2 took a shot out of left field and bet if Tweak was seeing someone (needless to say Dashi became $15 richer)

Rory is often seen wears bandanas like Tweak of the octonauts blue or the same color of Tweak's

the 2 reunited when it was Rory's birthday where their friends took a polaroid pic of Tweak and the crew at the arcade they were at and put it with a gift card (Rory never ran so fast)

Rory is basically the octonauts version of girl in red.

Kwazii once locked them in a closet. I won't speak of what happened during and after (rip Kwazii)

Annielyn:

She is the most clumsy person you will ever know.

She can dance without a problem but when she has to walk 12 feet in the lab she nearly faceplates on the floor.

and everyone wonders why she's got like 16 bruises on her body. It's cause she's falling every week.

Rip Shellington's sanity cause poor guy's gonna get teased 24/7. (Mainly by the disaster trio)

rip Ann's too. The trio coming at her too.

I mean how could anyone ignore the two's red faces when they're just standing by each other???

Ann is probably is a gossip bug and knows almost everything about the people that went to her college

WORLD'S MOST F*CKED UP SLEEP SCHEDULE

one day she'll go to bed at 11 wake up at 6 then the next go to bed at 3 wake up noon.

peso is worried about that.

she snuck "adult drinks" once and some how didn't get caught???? Captain and Professor still don't know about it

the amount of shit her and Tweak do around the ship is ridiculous. Stole Dashi's camera,Decorated Kwazii's room with fake spiders and webs,once replace all the photos on the ship with shitty ass remakes of em its just all over

Ann painted her bedroom in the ship and her chair in the HQ cause she got bored. Captain didn't really care

the amount of times this poor girl has been forgotten on the ship when the entire crew has to go out is kinda hilarious.

Like sometimes Dashi,Peso or Shellington will like be deep in thought and just go "We forgot Ann on the ship." And everyone would just go silent for like a good minute or 2

Dashi,Tweak or Captain will check the camera on the ship and see Ann doing a just dance in the HQ just to spite them

#octonauts #octonauts oc #Miss Rory Vixen #sing with Vix #talk with Ann #Light Out Labs #dr. annielyn diaz