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satoruvt · 4 years

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black swan

i wrote a short story for my english class and i felt really proud of it so i’m gonna post it here :-) hope yall like it, i do very much

word count → 2179

summary → “Because you are a sinner,” he spits at me. The ground is suddenly hot with anger and when I look down at my feet I see scorched earth. “And sinners go to Hell.”

warnings → lots of talk about religion, pg-13 ish at the beginning? lol, bro idk shit gets intense

“Go,” Leo tells me. I try to move closer to him, smile playing on my lips as they try to connect with his again, but he pushes me gently. I thread my fingers through his hair, letting the color burn in my mind. I hope it stays like that forever. I can recognize his golden hair anywhere. “Eden, you must leave. Your curfew is almost upon us.”

I huff, feigning annoyance at his denial, as I take my pocket watch out of my coat. As much as I want to stay, Leo’s right - it is almost time for me to depart, and if I’m not home when Mother does her nightly rounds I’ll have chores for the next fortnight. Leo pushes his fingers into my short hair, straightening it back to what it resembled before our encounter. I can’t help but stare at him as he does, and once he catches me he grins, savage and bright.

“Go, my love,” he tells me, taking my hand and placing a kiss to my knuckles. I part with a flushed smile, turning around to my own home. I don’t have to hurry if I don’t wish to; my home is only a few houses down from Leo’s, but I do so anyways, not willing to risk the chance of Mother finding my room empty.

It doesn’t take long for me to get home, nor does it take very long for me to open my room’s only window and haul myself inside, closing it gently behind me. Right as the window clicks shut, a knock on my door resounds, startling me. I grab the nearest thing - a pencil, and, then, an already-drawn-on paper - and pretend that I’ve been in my room for the last hour, drawing away.

“Eden,” my mother’s voice calls from outside the door. “May I come in?”

Before I have a chance to answer, she’s opening the door and moving into the room gracefully. I barely hear her footsteps as she adjusts to close the door behind her and then move across the room to my bed, sitting on the edge. Mother sends me a specific glance and I put down my props before sitting next to her.

“Has something happened?” I ask.

“Oh, yes,” Mother responds, and her fingers clench into fists on her lap. “Dear Eden, something has happened. Something to do with you.”

I feel my heart sink to my toes, swirl through my bloodstream as if caught in a current. I try not to let my panic show, instead clearing my throat and looking at my mother. “What is it?”

Mother sighs, and when she looks me in the eyes I know that we both know what she could possibly be referencing. “You’re friends with the Wilson’s son down the street, yes?”

Leo.

I nod.

“And you are… just friends with this boy?”

My heart lurches from my feet to my throat and I choke on my own breath, staring at my mother wide-eyed. There’s no way that she knows, right? It can’t be, no. I try to cover up my surprise but it seems I hold it too long, for it’s enough for Mother to let out a broken wail as she falls onto me.

“Oh, my son,” she cries into me. I feel my own tears well to my eyes at the knowledge that she is crying. “What have you done?”

Her words hurt me, an arrow straight into my chest. “Nothing, mama,” I murmur over her quieting sobs. “I’m still me. I’m still your son. Please, mama.”

Mother sits up and tears fall down her cheeks like gentle streams. She doesn’t look hateful, like most - if not everyone - would. Her palm cups my face and I sigh, leaning into her touch.

“I know you are,” she whispers. “I know, and I love you.”

It’s now that I feel my own tears slip down my face - never had I intended to tell her; I only imagined that one day I would leave and live in a place where I could find others like me, and keep up this facade when I came home for visits. I was content with the idea, but this seems so much better. I lean forward and hug Mother, holding her tight in my arms, and she reciprocates my embrace immediately.

“You know that I am no liar,” she tells me when she pulls away. Her hands still rest at my elbows. “And I cannot lie to your father about this.”

My response is immediate. My father is not as forgiving as my mother, and if what she says is true (it always tends to be) then I have no hope to be accepted in my own home. “What should I do?”

“I don’t know,” she answers truthfully. “The best option is for you to not be here when I tell him.”

“And when is that?”

“Tonight, I assume. When he gets home in an hour.”

An hour is not much time. I don’t ask her how long I should be gone, because both of us know the answer. We sit in silence for another moment before I speak again, my hands still gripping her fingers like I did when I was a child. “I suppose I should pack my things.”

Mother nods, but doesn’t let go of my hands until I move away to reach my pack. It isn’t large, but it should be enough to carry a few articles of clothing and a small amount of food. I get packed quickly, and my mother still sits on my bed. We walk to the door in silence, and it’s when she opens it for me that we speak.

“I love you, my son,” she tells me wistfully. “And I am so sorry.”

I know she is, but I tell her it’s alright. I’m not angry at her, nor my father, nor anyone except for myself. I see my father’s horse come into view, him on top of it, and slink into the night, running towards the forest nearby in the dark. In retrospect, I know it isn’t the best decision, but I have nowhere else to go. I don’t stop to say good-bye to Leo, and I don’t stop running until I am deep in the forest. I find a sturdy tree trunk under large bushes, sit down, and sleep restlessly through the night.

When I wake, there is a man standing over me.

He doesn’t flinch when I wake up, opening my eyes to stare at him. He stares back, unphased, and when I move, he moves. He seems fascinated with me. I sit up straight and he takes a few steps back. His hair is dark, and so are his eyes. His skin is beautifully golden, and his face seems like one that never ages. Neither of us speak for a moment until I do.

“What do you want?”

The man smiles and I feel my body tense. It is not a good smile - joyous as a smile could be, but there’s more to it. Something cruel. Something sinister. “Nothing big,” he replies, and I pull my bag out from behind me, confused as to why he hadn’t just taken my things before I woke up. How long had he been looking at me?

“I only have a small sum of food,” I say, taking said items out of my bag, then my spare clothing. “And clothes.”

“Oh, I don’t want any of that,” the man says. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to rob you of your belongings.”

“I see,” my breath rises up in the cold morning air. “Then might I ask who you are and what you do want?”

The man smiles again, but this time it’s worse; wider. He’s a few feet in front of me, and I still see his sharp canines. “We’re going to be the best of friends, you and I,” he tells me. I don’t believe him. “Please, call me Shen, young one. I understand your name is Eden? Yes. ‘Eden and Shen’ - doesn’t it sound wonderful?”

The man - Shen, now - offers his hand towards me to help me up. I gaze at it unsteadily, and for the first time I see him falter. I ask instead, “how do you know my name?”

“It’s a long story,” he answers automatically. “Take a walk with me. I’ll tell you.”

“No… I’ll stay right here,” I say. My blood starts to pump as I make up a lie. “Actually, I have a friend coming to meet me. He should be here soon.”

Shen chuckles. It sends shivers down my spine. “No one is coming for you.”

I could easily have denied it, said that he was wrong - it is my word against his - but I was blessed with my mother’s inability to lie well, and I don’t try to cover up my mistake. Shen, however, seems impatient now. I’m stalling and he knows that I am, but I don’t know for what. No one is coming back, and if I ran back home I know my family would close the door in my face.

“I say we make the long story short.” Shen says. He looks different, but I don’t know how. He’s darker, almost, like the aura surrounding him has fallen into something hellish. “I’m getting impatient, and I am here for one thing, and I will get it through all necessary means. I need your soul.”

His words shock me, and for a moment I think he’s crazy. Completely and utterly insane, someone who thinks he can take mortal souls, but when I let out a humorless laugh, he shows no sign of playing along. He is serious.

“Why do you need my soul?” I ask. I don’t believe that he’s truthful, but there’s something wrong. I hesitate.

“Because you are a sinner,” he spits at me. The ground is suddenly hot with anger and when I look down at my feet I see scorched earth. “And sinners go to Hell.”

I’m still reeling with the sight in front of me, of red skies and burned trees and charred animals all around me. It smells like heavy smoke and it burns my lungs. The black trees warp around me in a cage, moving like cruel, clawed fingers, and this is too real. Shen must be a witch. His eyes are red, now, when I look at them, and I realize he is not human.

“You ruined yourself with lies and men,” Shen starts to speak. I dodge the trees aiming for me, scrambling to my feet like a scared cat, and as he speaks the earth itself starts to move, shaking under my unsteady legs. “My dear Eden, you were born to be like me, like our Dark Lord.”

“No,” I counter weakly. My voice is barely heard over the rumbling of the ground as it splits in half. “No, I am pure, I am no sinner -”

“How ironic that your name comes from blessed lands yet you yourself are no more than another liar amongst pure men.” Shen’s voice is demonic and wild, and I can’t think of anything to do but cover my ears. It does nothing to stop the sound of his voice from leaking into my head. I feel like I am boiling from the inside out. I did nothing wrong, I did nothing wrong, I did nothing wrong! “I can’t wait to see you rot.”

Before I properly know what I’m doing, I’m grabbing the biggest rock I can carry and running towards Shen with a battle cry on my lips. My heart is restless, but it stops when I see him grin - in the second before the rock meets his head, he looks so cruel, yet so familiar. The same dark hair, but his face is more boyish. I can’t put my finger on it, but I don’t have time to think before I throw the rock onto his skull with all the strength I can muster.

I blink and the land returns to normal.

It’s green again, covered in lush forestry and a silent mist. My heart is still pounding, but I no longer feel hot. Everything is as it was; did I hallucinate the entire ordeal? I’ve been out in the forest for too long, even if it’s only been one night. The repetitiveness of the trees makes my head ache with the need to leave. I calm my breathing, then turn in my spot to find my pack.

When I turn, there’s something laying on the ground, beneath the foliage. The leaves around it are stained red with blood. I see a hand, then a full arm. There’s a body.

I move closer, thoroughly concerned, and then I see a rock - the rock I had thrown - off a few feet. Panic shoots through me at the idea that I hurt someone in my crazed frenzy, and then I take a closer look at the face of the man I hurt.

I could recognize his golden hair anywhere.

#AS;LDJF PLEASE LIKE THIS #I AM SO ENDLESSLY PROUD OF THIS #i've been getting more comfortable w writing about religion/religious worship/lack of religion!!! so #idk i just rly like this :')#rb if u can!!#short story #religion #religious work #creative writing #adi speaks

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rmjagonshi · 4 years

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Why I haven’t updated Whole Again Yet

These are ideas that I have been typing up instead of writing like I should. So, At least I should share.

-Stan hits on Ford while he doesn’t know who Ford is-

-Dipper accidentally/awkwardly flirts with Ford, and after a few times, Ford notices and the resulting awkward conversation. Ford telling Dipper that he’s way too old, that he’s an adult, that Dipper is a kid and will live way longer than Ford, that Ford is messed up and not stable, that their family, etc. Similar to Wendy, they part amicably, friendly, and Dipper gets a big hug, they cuddle for a while before he sends Dipper to bed

-Dipper confronts Stan about being with Ford; corrupting him with his gross perverted desires. Dipper thinks he’s manipulating Ford, when it was Ford who wanted Stan, who had to convince Stan to be ok with this. Ford walks in on Dipper confronting Stan and stops the tirade. (After the + ending of Dipper’s confession?) You don’t need to defend my honor, I want this. Stan didn’t force me into anything.-

-Fiddleford gets upset over the portal and leaves. Ford gets desperate and sends Stan a postcard. Stan comes as he’s asked but runs into Fiddleford when asking for directions, since Gopher Road is way outside of town. Fiddleford recognizes Stan (even though Ford never told Fiddleford about Stan) and they got to the house. Fiddleford follows Stan in and they all argue, Fidds and Ford go back and forth and Stan is left to try and piece together what’s going on until they all hear whispering. Ford flips, but when Fidds and Stan ask him what it is, he breaks down and explains. They read his notes on Bill, listen to his stories and Ford tells them about his deal. Ford asks Stan to take his journal and go, but Fidds disagrees. He agrees with Stan to burn it instead. Fidds wants them to burn all the journals and for Ford to publish his less demonic findings. Ford is panicking about losing his research and starts to lose control to Bill. Fidds and Stan talk to Bill, noticing his eye color, and restrain Ford. Bill taunts Stan and Fidds (for different reasons) and Stan gets angry enough to kick Bill out of Ford via Ford’s sensitive body (i.e. tickles or something(Ford pops a boner?)) They get unicorn hair though trickery (Fidds kid) and seal the house. Years later, Fidds is happily married and inventing and Stan and Ford catalog the paranormal in Gravity Falls. Ford the scientist and Stan the museum curator with exhibits and such.

-Dipper and Mabel accidentally break the time tape and end up in “1960-something” Glass Shard Beach and meet up with Stan and Ford. All same age. They have some adventures and try to fix the tape by ‘borrowing’ a screwdriver from Pines Pawns and they get chased by the time police. Ford fixes it and they all get sent back to present day Gravity Falls. The carnival has closed, Soos won Waddles for Mabel since she likes pigs. Stan, Soos and Wendy spend the evening looking for Dipper and Mabel and they find all four kids. Stan recognizes Ford (at first the kids think it’s Filbrick), and doesn’t know what to say or do. Even though they get caught with the tape and it gets confiscated and they have to go back to Glass Shard, Stan takes a moment to tell his past self to leave the Perpetual Motion machine alone. The time people leave and nothing changes. Except Stan remembers how Filbrick kicked him out a month after Ford left for West Coast and Ford chose to study anomalies anyway. Fiddleford was hired on as an assistant, but didn’t lose his mind (just left the project and moved his family to Gravity Falls). Ford is still lost in the multiverse. But now everyone knows that Ford exists and Stan lets everyone see the portal. Dipper shows him the Journal and they speculate that Gideon may have the second. During one of his shows, they use the shrinking light to break in and take it. No one can pin it on them because Stan is actually a really good crook. They all work together to open the portal. They convince Fidds to help, since he’s not living in the dump anymore, and they get Ford back a month and a half early.

-Stan gets kidnapped by the hand witch (molested by hands) and Soos, Dipper, Mabel and Wendy have to rescue him. Hurt comfort/whump with Stan being found by his family like that.

-Bill using Gold Ford as a toy. Rescuing Gold Ford from the fearamid and not being able to change him back without and act of true love (i.e. Stan doing something (platonic this time))

-Couple Stan Bros (WA) falling through to canon before weirdmageddon but after Ford comes back. Both Fords realize the dangers, but WAStan just marches in the shack and grabs a beer. WAFord bitching about dangers and collapse of dimensions and CFord freaking out. WAStan pokes CStan in the cheek and nothing happens. “We’re different people. Don’t know about you two though.” The explain that Stan is Bill. CFord freaks the fuck out and asks why the hell WAFord is ok with that. They admit that they are together. CFord realizes what’s going on and is all like…oh. Dipper and Mabel have lots of questions and they end up sticking around for a few days to figure out how to get home. CStan kisses CFord once to see why. Neither feel anything, disgust or lust, and just kinda shrug. They do end up being more affectionate though.

-Stan gets hit with a very lucid dream on the SOW about Ford. He gets freaked out about it and Ford picks up on it. Ford reminds Stan about their promise to not keep secrets. Stan admits that he is freaked out about a dream but won’t say what the dream was. Ford wont let it go and they argue it keeps escalating and escalating until Ford says something like Stan is willing to throw away everything just for some stupid dream that didn’t even matter. Stan blows up at says that that is the reason he wont say anything, because he doesn’t want to lose Ford. How on Earth would a dream make you lose me? Stan blows up and tells him. Immediately regretting it and trying to run away, except he can’t because the ship is too small. Ford tells him it’s natural. They’ve been alone for almost a year with hardly anyone else. It’s natural to feel drawn to whomever you are closest to. Stan is still not okay with it and keeps his distance, but still has dreams. Ford starts flirting casually, lingering touches and the like and Stan’s dreams get worse. Stan picks up on it and gets angry. They start fighting again and Ford snaps and let’s slip he’s been feeling pent up too. They part without speaking again. Stan approaches Ford later at tells him that he used to be a prostitute. His previous rate was $X but he’s willing to lower the price. Ford stammers, and Stan says he’s willing to give Ford a family discount. They laugh. Some months later, Stan has a jar on the dresser filled to the brim with pennies. Every time Ford comes to him, he pays a penny. As long as money changes hands, it is a service. They can live with that.

-On the SOW, Ford admits he’s never been with anyone. Kiss, sex, nothing. He isn’t sure if he would enjoy it or not, but he’s definitely agitated he hasn’t had the opportunity. They talk awhile and discuss Stan setting him up with someone at Port. It falls apart because Ford can’t get interested, not trust strangers with something so intimate. Stan asks what would help him, and Ford tells him someone he knows/trusts. Fiddleford? No. No one else really, except Stan. Stan offers, embarrassed, and Ford tells him he has to think about it. They come together a few days later and Stan gives it all he’s got. Ford does enjoy himself. Immensely. Stan’s not comfortable with how much he enjoyed it. Ford asks a few days later if the can do it again. Stan asks why, and Ford claims he wants to try something different, he isn’t sure if it’s a continuous thing. They go again, different positions this time, and Ford really enjoys it. Again, Stan isn’t comfortable with how much they both enjoyed it. It becomes a running gag, Ford asks if Stan would like to try something, and Stan agrees, but hints that maybe Ford needs to find someone else he trusts. Ford keeps saying in time. It becomes a regular thing, Ford feeling like he had to come up with new things to try to get Stan interested. Stan tells him, finally, that Ford doesn’t have to keep doing that if he doesn’t want to (bordering on really out there kinks). They go back to regular sex and Ford admits that He doesn’t want to lose Stan, but he’s not sure if he can ever be with anyone else. They agree that at their age, it doesn’t matter what they do, so long as it’s consensual. They proceed to fuck all the time, and if they can’t, they just touch because they can.

-The next summer, the gnomes get desperate for a queen and decide it doesn’t have to be a woman, so they try to kidnap a few people: Dipper, (who has Mabel to help), Soos, to says he has to ask Melody first and his grandma so they give up, they try to steal the goat/waddles, but get attacked by the other. Finally, they decided to drug and kidnap Stan, who let his hair grow out in the past year. Stan wakes up standing at the alter with Jeff. He doesn’t react a t first because WTF is going on? And Ford and co have been looking for him because there was a struggle/mess and evidence he was in the forest. They crash the wedding and Stan doesn’t say anything, doesn’t really do anything etc. As they get ready to leave, Ford ask if Stan is ok, Stan says sure. If they were going to marry him, then they would have to give him an allowance, they can’t expect him to work, he’d still get to visit his kids (Dipper and Mabel), he’d have to be taken out once a week to a fancy restaurant, he’d ask for fancy gifts etc, and just be really high maintenance. Besides, his ex’s were all crazy (i.e. Marylin and Goldie). Dipper and Mabel stay behind and ask Jeff if he’s ok. Jeff says he might have dodged a bullet there. Mabel says that he should just put out an ad for someone. Some girl from town answers the ad and does a much better job of running the forest. Also she refuses to become a gnome because she is big enough to beat-up a fox.

-Soulmate AU with soulmate marks. Stan gets kicked out before his appears (i.e. appears in mid-twenties) and when it does, he cries because it’s a six-fingered hand. But soulmates don’t mean sex although it can. After weirdmageddon/during the clothes swap, Ford sees it and doesn’t know how to take it. Ford’s mark was always the triangle, so he’s not sure how to take it, as soulmates usually have eachother’s marks. Maybe it’s another person? Over the next year, Ford’s mark becomes inverted; instead of a triangle with a hole, it becomes a mouth eating a coin. When he realizes it, they both laugh and cry. They decide that if they want to move it forwards, then they will do so in their own time. Ends without a kiss but with definite affection (waking up in bed together (not sex) and realizing the other is actually there).

-Stan/Reader/Ford because I can’t find one that fits my needs.

Reader had been working for the Mystery Shack for a few years. They used to be a cashier but moved up to bookkeeper when Wendy took the position. Reader had been working with Stan long enough to know about the portal, about Ford, and about the paranormal things in Gravity Falls. They work with Stan on the portal and with the forest creatures. Stan’s deals with gnomes/manitaurs/etc and monthly meetings to hash out treaties and agreements. Stan has lived there long enough and knows enough to be included in the denizens of the forest. Reader has been going alone since the kids arrived for the summer. Reader had lived in the shack since they’ve worked there; just a few months Stan invited to move in because of transportation issues, jokes about how they live there anyway. Reader is arrested when NWHS happens, being held by Blubs and Durland. Stan drives out covertly to get them after the agents leave. They are introduced to Ford later that night when Ford comes up for coffee. “Who’re you?” “I live here. You’re Stanford. Figured you’d be fine from what Stan told me. Sorry I wasn't here when you got here, I was…indisposed in a jail cell.” “What do you mean?” “When they arrested Stan, they arrested me. Worked for him the longest. By the way, you’re filing system is a fucking mess. I organized everything. I’ll pull off the things on my wall later. Some of your stuff’s packed away in my room.” “How much do you know?” “You were out hopping the multiverse for who knows how long. You were doing research on something I’m not even going to begin to pretend I remember. And Stan’s been trying to figure out transuniversal quantum physics and space time distortion with my help for the past four years. I majored in Geology. Not Physics. I don’t understand it any better than he does.” “Apt. Ok, so wat is it you do for Stan?” “I’m the bookkeeper. And I occasionally knock gnomes and hawktopus out of the rafters.” Time and events progress as normal, slight alterations here and there. Ford confronts Reader about their involvement with Stan as Ford has seen Reader flirt openly with Stan. Reader flirts with Ford. Ford doesn’t know what to do about that. Gets flustered. ‘Accidentally’ walks in/spies on Stan and Reader having sex. On Stan’s road trip, Ford corners Reader (reader brings Ford food in the basement) and admits he hasn’t been with a humanoid in almost eight years. Practically begs for sex, and ends up cumming in his pants. Reader is proud they were able to get Ford that excited. “Next time, don’t hang out outside the door.” They leave and next time Stan and Reader have sex, Ford enters the room and locks the door. Stan is a bit surprised, but when Reader walks over to Ford and brings him forwards, Stan plays along. Stan sees Ford is nervous, so he takes Reader’s lead and is slow and gentle. They coax Ford with slow and gentle touches, on arms and lower legs and hands. Both Stan and Reader are naked. “Sixer, it’s okay. However, you want to do this.” Reader leans back and cuddles up to Stan, slow and fluffy touches as they wah Ford at the end of the bed. Ford hesitates, but finally he takes off his sweater, wearing a black tank top underneath. Stan baulks at Ford’s scars, but he just reaches for him instead of talking. Ford is brought down between them, Reader behind, Stan in front. Stan is soft, tracing Ford’s face and hands, while Reader rubs his back and thighs. Ford gets worked up and they help him strip. Stan holds back, assuming Ford is more interested in the Reader, but as they go along, Stan’s instinct is to touch and reassure Ford. Reader gives Ford a bj, and he’s loud. Stan, no other way to keep him quiet, kisses him. “Shhhh, Sixer. Walls aren’t that thick. Sorry. Didn’t mean to..” Ford cuts him off with another kiss. Ford moans, clutching at Stan. Reader comes up, before Ford cums, and asks what they want to do. They arrange themselves where Ford fucks the Reader, Reader lays in Stan’s arms and Ford and Stan kiss while Ford fucks Reader. Stan almost gets off on humping Reader’s ass. When Ford cums (condom and Stan masturbating Reader), Ford shifts, Reader up/over and gives Stan a hj and hickies. Ford is exhausted, and falls asleep between them. Ford sleeps thought he night (mostly) and wakes up sticky. He showers and finds both of them in the kitchen making breakfast. He’s greeted with an affectionate pat and one-armed hug by Reader and slight awkwardness from Stan. After reader/kids leave to do their things, Ford pours himself a coffee and tells Stan they should talk about what happened. “I’ll be downstairs. Whenever you are ready.” Stan goes down and they talk about what happened. How they are brothers and it was wrong, etc. And Stan just says that Ford is welcome anytime he needs. ‘I wont push ya. But it’s clear ya need it. Heck, maybe we do too.” Ford goes to them that night and as long as Reader is involved, it’s not the big I world. Even if all Reader does is watch, then it’s a kink for their lover. Reader rides Ford while Stan holds him. Stan spends the whole-time touching Ford, caressing, kissing, titillating. Ford cums with Stan whispering in his ear. Next time, Stan fucks Reader while Ford sits behind them and helps support them. Ford reaches around and fondles Stan (area not in Reader) while masturbating Reader. Reader notices Ford and Stan have some serious sexual tension and asks them both, separately, if they are comfortable with the Reader watching. They both agree, so long as the other is ok. Stan and Ford get together to discuss what they are comfortable with and it devolves into a handsy makeout in Stan’s office. They end up 69-ing that night after frotting. Ford poking at Stan and getting a strong reaction. Leads to Ford fingering Stan at later date while Stan fucks Reader.

After weirdmageddon, all family sleeps in the living room curled up with blankets and pillows. Ford and Stan sleep with their heads together, with feet apart. _||_ so the kids can cuddle Stan, but Ford can still talk to Stan. Stan hits on Ford (subconscious flirt) while they are trying to get his memory back and acts on impulse and kisses Ford in front of everyone. “I get the feeling we’ve done that before.” Ford says yes, and that there is a lot to explain now because no one else knew. After a week, Stan get’s his memory back, and the night after the kids leave, all three hole up in the basement and Ford had been working on a serum to give them a boost (aphrodisiac) and they go all night.

-Ford and Stan find themselves in the Boiling Isles

#Stancest #Fic idea I will never get around to writing #bad me

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stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale · 5 years

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Finished ep4 again.

Random thoughts as the episode progressed:

AJ’s opening narration is wonderful. Seriously, his voice acting throughout this season has been top notch and it really shines here.

Lilly’s dead body fills me with more joy than it should and I’m growing more and more concerned about that...

AND there goes my hat! Oh well, the thing was probably cursed anyway

LOUIS MY BOY! ❤️❤️ Seriously, I’m always so happy to see him, though I’m still surprised to see him so early. I’m glad that they did it this way so that I didn’t have to worry about him through half of the episode.

Also that clouis hug is just ❤️❤️❤️❤️

And I still am baffled that they blinded Violet. Like, I know the hints were always there but I didn’t actually think they’d do it, y’know? And Louis seeing her and how his eyes get so wide as the realization hits him is terrific. If there was one thing I could add to this season is more Louis and Violet brotp moments, like a hug or something. But having them hold hands as Louis guides her to safety is pretty great. ❤️

The raiders are dying oh no...

And Minerva’s super fucked. She’s bit and out of her goddamn mind.

❤️LOUIS KISSED HER FIRST❤️

Like, two inches in front of AJ but I’m sure he’s not grossed out or anything haha

Damn Minerva calm down sheesh

AJ calling Tenn a dummy 😂

Is it just me or is Tenn’s voice deeper? Like, he sounds different than he did last episode.

I know walkers could break into this cave any second but I gotta get them collectibles

James and his eyebrows are still mad at me...

Bro why ya gotta try and kidnap my son? Didn’t you see what happened to the last people who tried to do that??

Seriously though, the whole argument with James is wild.

“you had him empty an entire clip into that woman’s head!”

“nah just half a clip” 😂😂😂

James quit pacing like that! I can’t take you seriously with that hilarious snarl on your face!

James’ voice acting is really damn good, though. I mean, it’s Johnny Yong Bosch so I wouldn’t expect anything less but it really makes the entire scene having him and Melissa Hutchison together going back and forth like this.

Also, Tenn throughout this whole thing has to be SUPER uncomfortable haha

“You can trust me to make the hard calls.”

*exaggerated, drawn-out whale noise of despair*

But AJ’s right... he’s certainly not going to enjoy his next kill jfc

Bye James... I love you, walker man...

❤️❤️❤️❤️LOUIS❤️❤️❤️❤️

“You’re not dead. That’s good.” ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Why wasn’t there an option to smooch him here?? Like, we didn’t know if he got away completely safe? He didn’t know if we were alive or worse?? Like, if there was ever a time to get some smoochin’ in IT’S NOW! I don’t care if there are children present! You literally smooched two inches in front of AJ before! PUCKER UP!

Also, I can’t be the only one who got such a dreadful vibe during this scene and while they’re walking to the bridge? Like Louis is all “It’s over! Yay let’s build a house together!” and all I could keep thinking the first time I played was “I swear on Mitch’s Masterpiece if someone just shoots Louis dead while we’re having a moment I’m going to CROAK”

But then talking about building that purple, 914-floor mansion with a tree house is basically one big “I love you” in disguise I mean c’mon

Also, I don’t think I’ve mentioned this before but Louis’ theme is my favorite. Every time I hear it during a clouis moment I practically swoon.

“Can I help?”

“Of course you can. You’re in charge of painting.”

*gross sobbing intensifies*

Goddamn it Minerva can you just... NOT.

Tenn’s dead and I hate everything.

In all seriousness, though, as furious as it makes to me to give Minerva what her crazy, delusional ass wanted, I still feel this is slightly better than letting Louis die. It’s hard to explain, but Tenn dying this way, making the same mistakes, just seems more tragically fitting? While I feel like Louis dying because of it... isn’t. Maybe it’s selfish of me, but I’m too attached to his character to let him go like that. If Tenn wants to run into the arms of his “sister” while she’s literally being DEVOURED by walkers then... fine.

There is no right answer to this.

While I hate this consequence and that fact that either Tenn or Louis HAVE to die, I won’t deny that it’s impactful and emotional.

Clementine’s bit and I hate everything.

Cue flashbacks of me repeating: “YOU HAVE AN AXE! CUT IT OFF!”

Playing as AJ is one of the sickest things in this game and I absolutely love it.

Y’all they were really trying to make us cry, huh...?

Oh no. Clementine’s dead. Oooooooh nooooooo...

Oh hai Eddie, funny running into you here- aaaaaand he’s dead. Well.

I’m not sobbing over little baby AJ I swear-

Goddamn fish I hate fishing

ROSIE IS BEST GOODEST GIRL IN THE WORLD

I crossed out Violet and Minerva’s initials because I don’t want Violet to see them and be reminded of what her girlfriend became- wait...

Tenn, even as a walker, still found his way back towards the school AND is still doing his hand thing. Goddamn.

AASIM AND RUBY HOLD HANDS ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

RUSIM IS CANON❤️❤️❤️

"Take Us Back” is such a great song...

Oh hai Clementine

Goodbye foot.

“Eh, wasn’t my favorite foot anyway.” WHY WASN’T THAT A LINE??

I don’t see Mitch’s grave, therefore, he’s still alive and in hibernation

don’t fight me on this

Omar’s laugh tho ❤️

Ruby that burp was weak. You’re never going to impress Aasim like that LEMME SHOW YOU HOW IT’S DONE

Well, while I’m not thrilled that Violet forgave Clem so easily, I am glad that they’re friends again, y’know?

Louis, I love you and I will miss you and you’re my absolute favorite and I love you and-

Aasim chasing Willy around like an older brother teasing and playing with his little brother? That’s the good shit right there.

“Did I do a good job?”

*Clementine will remember that*

Jeez, here! Just take my heart, goodness sake!

Welp.

I’m crying again.

Lilly’s fucking dead.

And I left Louis feeling loved.

All is good with the world.

except there’s still walkers roaming around but still

I’d say this is my second favorite episode because I think I like ep3 just a teeny tiny bit more, but I will note that this one did make me cry just a little bit more than ep3. Ep3 had me tearing up at Lee’s scene, but ep4 is just a rollar coaster of chaos and angry tears and sad tears and happy tears...

All in all, this season is my favorite out of all of them. Yes, even beating s1. It really makes me wish there were 5 episodes rather than 4, but for what it is, it’s special and I love it and I can’t wait to come back and play it again.❤️

#twdg #twdg clementine #twdg aj #twdg louis #twdg violet #twdg mitch #twdg willy #twdg omar #twdg ruby #twdg aasim #twdg lilly #twdg james #twdg rosie #twdg minerva #twdg tenn #i'll tag spoilers i guess?#don't know if we're still doing that but #twdg spoilers

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badgalyadi · 5 years

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random survery. / 474 + 560.

How’s your mood? Do you feel any different than you did earlier today? def better than it was earlier

What do you look for in a friend? Is it important that your friends have similar hobbies and interests to you? Or is it more important that you just enjoy their company? i think as long as i enjoy your company, we’re good.

Has anyone ever spread a malicious rumour about you? people have been doing this since middle school lmaooo

Are you comfortable with talking to the opposite sex, about sex? yeah, sex isn’t that deep of a topic lol.

What are your views on people who claim to have had spiritual or paranormal experiences? damn that’s crazy.

Have you ever had a friend that you were really close with, but you ended up drifting apart? Why do you think this happened? lol, life.

How much of an issue would you say peer pressure is for you? FAKE. no way ur gonna get me to do something i don’t wanna do, idc.

Would you be able to give up eating your favourite food(s), if your doctor said you had to? nope.

If you’re single, do you ever feel jealous of people who are in relationships? And if you’re in a relationship, do you ever feel jealous of people who are single? no.

What’s in your pencil case? pens, unsharpened pencils, mechanical pencils, erasers both big & small, a sharpener, a stapler, extra staples, and highlighters.

Is there anything in your room that you wouldn’t want your parents to find? maybe so.

Are you wearing anything fragranced atm? i’m wearing the fragrance i brought back from cuba. it was only $3 and it smells so good, deadass makes me it :(

Was your last illness something contagious? i had a cold, so i guess yeah.

When did you last update your Facebook profile photo? it’s been a year.

Have you ever felt confused about your sexuality? in middle school. terrible time to wanna figure that shit out but 💀

If you found out your friend was sleeping around, what would you say to him/her? nothing b/c i don’t care lmao do you.

How should someone of the opposite sex go about starting a conversation with you? it’s not that deep, just say hi.

Tell me about someone you dislike. Why do you dislike them? Do they know that you dislike them? obsessive and shady asf, can’t mind her business.

Have you ever felt so strongly for someone that you believed them to be totally irreplaceable, as if you could never be happy with anyone else? yeah, and i don’t think i’ll ever feel that way about somebody again b/c i learned u really can live without anybody whether u like it or not.

Out of all the horror films you’ve ever seen, which one scared you the most? uhhhhhh sinister or insidious idk

Who was the last person to tell you that they were disappointed in you? not airing out names. she didn’t directly say it, anyway.

If you’re an only child, do you ever wish you had some siblings? And if you have siblings, would you like any more? i always wish i had other siblings lmao i see people w theirs and be feeling sad as hell :(

Are you friends with the last person you texted? yeah.

Your last Facebook friend request - was it from someone of the opposite sex? no.

What does the eleventh text message in your inbox say? issa meme.

Has anyone ever called you easy? yeah LOL

Would you consider having a child with the last person you kissed? whommm... can’t be having a baby rn when i’m still the baby myself

Is there a cover version of any song that you like more than the original? soooo many.

Have you ever liked someone who was a player? yea lol

Do you own anything that has sequins on it? also yes.

Have you ever done anything to embarrass your parents? not on purpose but they def do shit that embarrasses me too so we’re even

Do you own a teddy bear? yethhhh

What’s the worst relationship advice anyone has ever given you? all of it. nobody ever knows what they’re talking about LMAO.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how happy are you with yourself as a person? a 6.5 lmao.

Would you ever kiss someone with facial hair? yeah. Have you ever drooled in public? nah. Do you agree that facebook is taking over the entire teenage population? ???????????? what 80 year old wrote this Have you ever met a mainstream band? no. Have you ever yelled at an electronic as if it could hear you? i get mad sometimes & be fighting random shit LMAOOOO so yes Have you ever been bitten by a dog? yeah LMAO

Would you ever shave your head? if i didn’t have to? no. Have you ever spelt your name in Alphabet Soup? no. What do you think would happen if the Earth suddenly stopped spinning? my stupid ass has no idea & i’m not boutta guess so i can be made fun of What did you want to be when you were little? probably some generic shit like a princess idk Have you ever drawn a picture with sidewalk chalk? yeah. What is the worst possible way to die? slow, painfully. Have you ever burnt yourself with a lighter? sooooooooooooooo many times. Would you ever meet someone you met online? mayhaps. What’s your favorite online game? cricket noises.. What do you think of gay/bisexual people? A1. Have you ever kissed the TV? no. Have you ever thrown your cell phone across the room? yeah, then regretted it LMAOOOOO Have you ever been hit with a ball in gym class? not often but once in hs i got sockedddddddd in the face during volleyball & thought it was on purpose so i hit her w the ball even harder and ended up getting suspended cuz i wasn’t discreet about it lmao Will you be single over winter? [brain muscles overworking themselves] what season is this Where do you wanna live when you grow up? out of miami mayhaps. Are you wearing jeans, shorts, sweatpants, or pajama pants? pajama pants. Would you get married if you could right now? nope. Do you consider yourself spoiled? maybe so. Do you get annoyed when you see someone you don’t like? i usually just focus on other shit. Could you see yourself dropping out of high school? surprised i didn’t. Is there anyone you want to see right now? santi?! What were you doing 12 a.m. last night? fixing my living room. Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 months from now? :] Are you a mean person? no, i really try not to be. What woke you up today? yesterday*, alarm clock. Have you kissed anyone whose name started with a T? probably lmaoo

Did you date anyone last summer? nah, i was minding my business, enjoying my life. Where will you be twelve hours from now? class. Do you remember the first time you kissed the last person you kissed? yeth Have you ever slept on a couch with that person? also yeth Have you written a letter to a soldier? no. Ever been in a perfect relationship? lmao “perfect” How do you feel about the person who texted you last? loveeee me some them. What are you looking forward to? cricket noises.. Do you think you are an argumentative person? hhhh.. maybe.. How did you feel when you woke up today? tireddddddd asf. Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex? mhmmm What time did you go to sleep last night? i always go to bed late asf. i’m boutta go to bed now just to be up in two hours. What color are your eyes? brown. The last song you listened to? a veces, it’s literally on repeat. When you shut off your alarm clock, do you tend to fall back asleep? if i don’t get up, yeah. Do you believe change is always good? sometimes.

How long was your longest relationship in highschool? 3 years. Do you know who Philip DeFranco is? nah. What’s the most illegal thing you’ve EVER done? 💀 the OP responded to this with weed, i’m really screaming rn.. Where did/do you want to get married? all these questions about marriage, whew. What’s the highest level of education you’ve reached? i’m in college rn Is your last name extremely common, like Gonzalez? no, but i don’t think it’s rare either. Ever notice how most flags are red white and blue? no. Have you ever had a crush on a family member? what the fuck How old is your YOUNGEST friend? bitch.. i don’t know How old is your OLDEST friend? i don’t. know. How long should people be together before they propose? these questions are starting to make me uncomfortable lmaoo Have you had your first touch screen phone yet? that’s how you know this survey is old. Don’t you hate when parents divorce but then still argue regularly? can’t relate, hope i never do. Would you ever join the military? sike. If you could have any dog, what dog would you have? a shihpoo. Would you ever kill a bunny and make soup out of it? what the fuck x2 Do any of your friends own a ferret? no. Do you believe that Christians are better than non-Christians? no? Do boys really rock pink more than girls do? ????????????????????? Do you own a pair of skinny jeans? yerrr What’s your view on the Islam culture? hard to have an opinion on something you know nothing about. Do you know what, “C'est la vie” means? i know i’ve seen this but idk what it means Do balloons make you have a better birthday? nah; they’re loud asf too when they pop, so. Krispy kreme donuts aren’t as good as Dunkin Donuts, are they? DELETE THIS. What is your favorite song from, “Aventura?” THE SPANISH GROUP?! WAYMENT...... i don’t even know. prob something generic. yesterday i was listening to por un segundo lmao :( If you could legally assassinate any celebrity, who would it be? bro.. Do you use Twitter or Formspring? twitter. rip formspring babie love you. Why did you last cry? a few hours ago, real crybaby bad bitch hours. If you had to lose 5 lbs, how would you do it? lower my calorie intake. Is there anyone who seems to think that you are a pillow? ???????? Tell me about your BEST New Year’s Eve ever. wasn’t this one. If you HAD to change your name, what would you change it to? alejandra, idk why that name sticks with me. i just feel like i look like someone named alee & idk how that makes sense but it does to me LMAO. Lunapic editor is amazing, no? whommmm... How do YOU write, “Okay?” depends on my mood, who i’m talking to, what we’re talking about.

How old was the last person who kissed you? 28. Do you have any plans for the day after tomorrow? not that i know of. Do you have a good relationship with your parents? yeah. What time did you wake up today? 7. Name something you can’t wait to do: idk. If you had to choose, would you rather be an alcoholic or a pothead? pothead. What has pissed you off today, if anything at all? cricket noises. Can you honestly say that at this point and time you’re happy with the way life is going? no lmao. Can you easily tell if someone’s fake? mmmmmmmmmmm.. depends. Is there someone you don’t ever want to be out your life? yeah. Did you kiss or hug anyone in the last 48 hours? yeah. Looking back in time did you ever waste your time on a certain boy or girl? feel like most ppl have been thru this. Has anyone ever sang to you? yeah bfsjklj Can a boy and girl be friends without having feelings for each other? LMAO yeah. Coffee or alcohol? oof.. both. together. Have you ever kissed anyone whose name started with C or J? yeth and yeth. Do you ever cry during movies? hell yeah w my crybaby ass Do you have any piercings? ears. Have you ever found someone you really like? my BOO. 🗣 Did you go outside for more than 30 minutes today? yeah LMAO Do you remember who you liked three months ago? was that november... idk how to do math LMAO pretty sure i liked ques by then.

#sᴜʀᴠᴇʏs /

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holyhikari · 6 years

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a tale of two wolves;

Life is Strange 2 one-shot. Fluff. Centered on the Diaz brothers. Pre-game.

on ao3

Sean does not hear the first knock on the door.

He is not sure if it is the second or the third one that reaches his ears. He stirs and waits for an instant — he wants to make sure that what he is hearing is not a dream that lasted a little too long, tinting reality. The thick raindrops outside engulf the knocks almost entirely and he is tempted to fall asleep again, but they persist. A feather-like sound that barely feels real before fading away, as tiny as the boy that must be standing outside his room. However, very much like Daniel, it grows louder and harder to ignore.

With a groan, Sean opens his eyes and lets the world come to him in waves. There is something on his chest, he realizes. It is light and familiar. He reaches for it and soon enough his fingers brush his sketchbook. At the dim moonlight that comes from the window near his desk, Sean can only make out a few lines from today’s evening; very precise although drawn quickly, some traces of Lyla’s beaming face. He was making her a portrait before his consciousness drifted away. Dios, how he misses being asleep right now.

He knows it’s not Dad disturbing his long-awaited rest. Call it older brother instinct, his very sensitive nature or simply being accustomed to it, but he knows that his current bother has big brown eyes and barely nine years living in this exhausting world. Yet, it is nice to get a confirmation, which comes in the form of an unsteady whisper.

“Sean?”

“Go away,” he answers. “It’s too late. Too early. Whatever.”

Daniel is not one to follow the rules — his rules, at least. When it comes to Dad, it is a different story. He always has a way to make his mischievous little brother behave well. Firm and commanding, but still warm and gentle. Naturally, Daniel pays no mind to Sean’s request and opens the door just enough to peek inside.

“Sean, I can’t sleep.” He whines.

A deep sigh makes its way out of his body. Sean can kiss his sleep goodbye. “Yeah, I can see that.”

“I really, really can’t.” Daniel goes on, opening the door further. “I’m serious.”

Sean can barely see the form of his little brother coming in. The steps that echo when Daniel walks towards his bed, just like his previous knocks, are nothing to the thunderstorm outside; it makes every other sound look like a rough, long-forgotten draft in someone’s desk. Lyla says that his habit of making drawing metaphors all the time is incredibly annoying – “kinda charming though, let’s find an artsy girl for you!”

“Is it the rain?” Sean finds himself asking despite his overwhelming desire to stay silent until Daniel eventually leaves.

His brother hesitates.

“Yes and no.”

“What kind of answer even is that?”

“An honest one!”

“You know what,” Sean decides, “just go to Dad. Leave me be.”

“I don’t want to bother Dad…”

“But bothering me is just fine.” Sean deadpans. “Well, you’re here. Be my guest.”

“I had a bad dream,” his brother begins, “and the rain isn’t helping either. It’s keeping me awake and I can’t stop thinking about my nightmare.”

The way that Daniel’s voice cracks slightly catches Sean attention. With a frown, he lights up the bedside lamp to reveal a red and puffed-eyed boy in dinosaur pajamas. Daniel blinks twice. He is surprised that he has been caught, sure, but Sean feels the tiniest of smiles on his lips when he realizes that his brother is not even a bit ashamed of the crying — he stands there somewhat sniffy and with no intentions of hiding the few tears on his cheek that Sean quickly brushes away with his thumb. Dad is always reminding them that boys and men can and should cry when they feel like it, say te quiero when they love someone and be open and kind as much as they can.

“Been kinda down lately, bro?”

“Just a little.” Daniel turns the bedside lamp off. “This hurts my eyes. They can’t suffer any damage, you know. How else would I play Minecraft?”

Sean rolls his eyes. “This game is annoying as hell.”

“You swore!” He says somewhat loudly. “And Minecraft isn’t annoying. You don’t know what the cool games are.”

Instead of taking the bait, Sean asks, “What’s on your mind?”

“My brain,” comes the answer right away. “Duh.”

“No,” Sean laughs faintly. “That would only be an acceptable answer if I had said head.”

“Oh,” Daniel breathes. “Can I change my answer to chocolate cake?”

“You hungry?” He asks. “I can get up and make something. Or I can just find you that candy bar you like so much.”

“Nah, no need.” Daniel shrugs. “I can’t have any sugar that late anyways. Not healthy.”

“My pride and joy,” Sean teases. “I was just testing you.”

His little brother snorts, happier than he was before, but Sean can still sense the fear emanating from his small body. Something inside him hurts and he feels his voice soften; that tone that he uses with Daniel whenever he needs to be comforted. These situations are getting rarer as he grows up, but a kid is still a kid.

“Wanna talk about that bad dream?”

Daniel’s expression collapses and he looks in some random direction behind Sean’s head, avoiding eye contact.

“I…” He coughs. “I don’t know. It’s stupid.”

“Hey. Come here, enano.”

Daniel accepts Sean’s invitation with a smile and joins him under the covers. The boy lets out a blissful little sigh as he starts stroking his hair, rhythm slow and steady. Daniel is adorable like that, all warm and quiet, and Sean almost forgets that he usually has an unruly brat as a brother.

“Thought you would never offer!” He complains. “I was getting cold.”

“You can always just ask, you know.” Sean reminds him. “You know there is no one better than me to chase the monsters away.”

“I don’t believe in monsters!” Daniel huffs with indignation. Then, he considers. “Well, not the kind of monster that lives under the bed. That’s for little kids. The Bigfoot is real, obviously. And zombies, too. And I guess vampires. And… and werewolves,” he trails off. “But I don’t like wolves anymore.”

“What?” Sean frowns. “You love them. You’re my wolf boy.”

Daniel’s tiny hand finds his. Sean squeezes it gently. “Not after the nightmare…”

“No way I’m letting some dream ruin wolves for you,” he starts, “I’ll make you like them again. Tell me what happened, kiddo.”

“We were camping.”

“So far so good.”

“Yeah, but Dad was nowhere to be seen. Why would we go to the woods without him? That’s the first weird thing. And we didn’t have any camping stuff! And no food!” Daniel turns his head up to look at him. “Isn’t that crazy?”

“It makes no sense,” Sean agrees. “We’re smart enough to bring a tent. At least I am. You only would be worried about bringing your toys, you big baby.” There is not a single trace of malice on his tone, and Daniel rolls his eyes fondly.

“Whatever. My toys are more important than your sketchbook.” He pauses. “No, I take that back. Your drawings are awesome.”

Sean smiles, “Thanks, pequeño.”

“So, we were out in the woods. We made a cool fire and everything. But then I heard a noise…” He holds his breath for a moment. “A really scary one. I thought it was a bear. I tried waking you up, but you were out cold. I would scream your name and nothing. Nothing. Like you were dead.”

Daniel sounds like he is about to cry again, so Sean holds him closer; he turns him over a little so he can reach his back and rub small, calming circles on it. He trembles on his embrace.

“That would never happen,” he assures. “Your voice is pretty loud, Daniel. I can hear it from far, far away. Your lungs don’t joke around.” Sean points out. “Shit, I forgot where they are. Are they here? Or here?”

Sean starts ticking him all over his body, laughing too when hysterical giggles escape from his little brother. He squirms and squirms breathless, and Sean finishes his attack with a loud raspberry on Daniel’s belly.

“You monster,” Daniel gasps between laughs.

“That’s right,” he says in a serious tone. “The undefeatable tickle monster.”

“You made me forget where I was.”

“It seems then that the undefeatable tickle monster has many powers.”

“You’re so dumb, Sean.”

“Takes one to know one.”

He sniffs after calming down, “Oh, I remember it. You didn’t wake up. And it was no bear.”

“It was a wolf,” Sean guesses.

“Its fur was a dark shade of red. Like blood. The claws were way too sharp for a regular wolf. But the scarier thing… the eyes, Sean. Completely black. A void. It made its way towards you with its mouth open and… I could only watch. Like a coward.”

“Geez,” he gulps, “I don’t plan to be anyone’s dinner any time soon.”

“I thought it was going to get me too,” Daniel says, “But it was worse. It just left me there. Alone. I hate when… when I’m left behind. Just like…”

“Just like Mom,” Sean nods. He feels his throat burn. After all these years, it’s like a fresh wound, as if he has to watch her leave every single day of his life, every time Dad seems too tired raising them all by himself.

“Yeah,” Daniel whispers. Then, he says, “Stupid wolf.”

Sean closes his eyes for a brief moment. It’s always like this. They touch the subject and soon enough they are running from it as fast as they can. Dad stopped saying her name a few years ago, and Daniel gets his favorite meal every Mother’s day to cheer him up a bit. It all seems senseless, a pain too deep to escape from, a face that his memory cannot touch anymore without getting lost in years that will never return.

“Hey,” Sean forces himself to say, “It’s okay. Like you said, it wasn’t a normal wolf. It’s the kind of stuff that only shows up when you’re dreaming. And you totally know what would have happened in real life.”

Daniel blinks. “I do?”

“Bro, are you kidding me? You would have tamed him.” Sean smiles. “Actually, you two would be best buddies in no time.”

“You’re my best buddy,” Daniel yawns. “Not when you’re being a butthead, though.”

He ignores the last comment. “The wolf will let you name it, even.”

“Super Skeleton.”

“What?” Sean blinks. “What did you just said?”

“The name,” he says somewhat impatiently, “the wolf’s name. It’s my nickname on Minecraft.”

“Of course it is,” he rolls his eyes. “Anyway, you don’t have anything to worry about, dude. If we ever come across a wolf, you howl like you like to do and everything will be okay. You will even get to travel on its back.”

He looks down to Daniel, who seems to be pondering intensely what he has just said.

“What if is a bad wolf, Sean?”

“Then I’ll make sure it doesn’t get near you. My howling is great. We would make a good pair of wolves, you know.” He also yawns. “The Wolf Brothers. Nothing can tear us apart.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Daniel is now looking at him with vulnerable, trusting eyes, and Sean feels his heart melting. He would do anything in the world to make sure he keeps being worth of Daniel’s loyalty, he realizes with a mix of apprehension and that exact kind of love that Dad always reminds them of. Sean wonders for a moment if Mom left because she could not feel it; that undying force that disarms your, makes someone go down to their knees, strips them bare, chest open and bleeding.

They lay down close to each other for a while, the rain long gone. With a quick kiss on Daniel’s forehead, he whispers in the dark:

“Te quiero.”

Daniel’s slight snore is just the answer he wanted to hear.

#lis2 #life is strange 2 #sean diaz #daniel diaz #life is strange #my writing

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prettyyoungtragedy · 6 years

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Nothing like Home: Chapter 15 (Steve x reader, Bucky x Reader)

Chapter 15 (Nothing Like Home)

Steve x Reader x (Angsty Steve Rogers!) Bucky x reader

Summary: Steve has found Bucky, but the relationship between the reader and Steve has gone sideways. There isn’t a happy ending here. Steve and the reader have a tumultuous relationship. There is so much working against them at this point, yet somehow hey always end up back at square one with each other.

A/N: Relationships get a little blurred and indecisive. I tried to normalize life for the characters a little. I like writing them as normal as possible.

Word Count: 4136

Warnings: Smut, swearing? (I am sorry guys, I was kind of drunk when I wrote the smut, I got a little carried away :P)

You were confined to the infirmary for four days before Tony or any of the other Avengers came to see you. You had a blood transfusion, meals were regular, and the doctors checked up on you every couple of hours, but none of your teammates came to see you. The only person you really had to talk to was F.R.I.D.A.Y. but the A.I wasn’t really any company. You felt yourself going stir crazy, your wounds were healing rapidly but they were tender from the staples.

Finally, on the fifth day, Steve came to see you. You had just gotten out of the shower when he walked into the room, you stood by the bathroom mirror in your towel examining your scarred body. When you saw him you quickly covered yourself up,

“I mean it’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before,” he pointed out,

You shrugged, “Different time, different situation, I guess.” You replied,

He nodded then took a seat on the of the chairs in the room, “Get dressed, I’ll wait.” Steve said gesturing to the bathroom where your clothes were.

You nodded and hurriedly returned to the bathroom to get dressed. you emerged a few minutes later dressed in a simple black tshirt and leggings, your hair still wet. Steve was looking through the small bookshelf in the infirmary room, Tony had it sent to your room with a variety of books on it on the first day of your confinement.

He turned around when you walked back into the room, pausing he looked you once over then sat down. “How are you feeling?” He asked you,

“Better than before,” Your curt response,

He nodded, then gestured for you to sit down. You take a seat on the couch nearby and patiently wait for him to start talking. Your nerves are on edge, all you want to do is fix this ocean between the two of you, but you knew this was a situation where it needed to come from him.

“The teams talked it over, you can leave the infirmary” He began, “But there are strict conditions, T’Challa is going to be arriving today to see if his team can help remove the trigger words from your memory, until then you can’t leave the compound or have any sort of communication with anyone outside of it.”

You didn’t say anything, Steve sighed irritated. “Are you going to say something?” he snapped,

“I don’t know what there is left for me to say…” You replied quietly,

“Say you’re sorry you lied, say you were going to tell me eventually, just say something to fix this Y/N!” he shouted,

You knew Steve was just hurting, so you ignored the fact that he was yelling. Hell, at this point you were just glad he was speaking to you. Steve stood up suddenly and walked over to where you were, and got on his knees in front of you, grabbing your hands.

“Why is it so difficult to love you?!” He said exasperated, “why can’t it just be simple,”

You look into his blue eyes and felt the tears threatening to fall. You had fucked up, and you wanted to fix this, but you couldn’t. you were beyond the point of redemption by now, Steve would never trust you again after this. He was right, you had broken his trust too many times.

“Steve, I am sorry, I truly am. But I won’t apologize for who I am,” You said, “I have run from this my whole life, I came to the Avengers looking for redemption for what I had done, I have paid my penance but if you can’t forgive me then I can’t stay here anymore or be a part of this team”, tears falling freely now.

You could see just how much your words hurt Steve, but you didn’t take them back. It had to be said, you knew things would never work between the two of you and it was time to accept that fact, no matter how many times you were drawn back to him.

Steve sighed deeply and wiped a tear from your cheek, “I love you Y/N, I really do…” he paused, “But it’s the secrets and the lies, that I am finding difficulty with.”

“There are always going to be parts of me that I won’t share with anyone, Steve” you said, “Every single one of us has secrets from each other, given mine was life altering, you cannot sit here and tell me everyone here is an open book with you.”

He was silent for a moment, then stood up. “You can go to your room if you’d like” he said, “I know Bucky wants to see you.” The way he said that almost sounded bitter, but you didn’t think anything of it, you just nodded and followed him out of the infirmary. Thanking whatever gods there were that you were free of that min numbing room.

A few weeks later, once you could be around everyone again, Bucky and Sam came to your room with a bottle of tequila. Since the incident, you had avoided everyone in the compound, keeping mostly to yourself. You had so many apologies to make, you had started with Natasha whom you had beat up pretty badly, she had multiple contusions on her face and a fractured wrist and collar bone. Sam and Bucky were next, you apologized for putting Sam’s head through a wall and for kicking Bucky off the balcony in the living room, they made it out with a few concussions and cuts, so they laughed it off. Tony had apologized to you for the gashes on your abdomen, no one explained how you had gotten them yet but apparently it had something to do with falling out the window.

The worst was apologizing to Steve, after everything he took it in his stride, but you knew there was now an ocean of distrust between the two of you, and no matter what you did it was going to take time before everything was okay again.

“The fun brigade is here!” Sam announced practically kicking your door open, a bottle of tequila in one hand and peach schnapps in the other. Behind him Bucky walked in with a smile on his face, holding shot glasses and more alcohol.

“We are here to help you drink your sorrows away,” Sam said placing the alcohol on the dresser, he was so proud of himself.

You looked between Sam and Bucky, they both looked like two frat boys who just found out they were on spring break again. “Guys as much as I would love to drink my sorrows away, I’m really not in the mood.” You say sighing,

“We don’t care,” Bucky said, you looked up at him in surprise, “We are doing this, and no one is arguing about it.”

You knew you weren’t getting out of this, these two were an immovable force when they wanted to do something, you sighed “Fine, bring that bottle of tequila here,” you say holding out your metal arm and motioning for Sam to hand it to you.

Sam and Bucky fist bump with big grins on their face, “Bro.” Sam said, looking at Bucky,

“Bro,” Bucky nodded in acknowledgment,

You looked between the two of them with a disgusted look on your face, “I don’t like this,” you said pointing at the two of them, “Since when are you two a thing?”

Sam shrugged, “Don’t know what you mean, just pour the damn tequila” he said jumping on to the bed with you.

Bucky got started with pouring tequila in the shot glasses, while Sam flipped through a magazine that lay on your bed, “Do you really read this garbage?” he asked you, it was a gossip magazine, you never really paid any attention but this one just so happened to have Steve on the cover and you were curious to see what it said about the Star Spangled man with a plan, well at least according to the headline that is.

“No, I was bored, and it was the only thing around,” you respond nonchalantly,

“Uh huh,” Sam doesn’t buy it when he looks at the cover and see’s Steve,

Bucky hands you a shot glass, “Bottoms up pal,” he says, you cheers with them and down your shot, the liquor burned as it went down your throat but you weren’t complaining.

The evening turned into a shit show, Sam, Bucky and yourself had gone through the entire bottle of tequila and half a bottle of schnapps by the evening and were now drunk dancing around your room, making a massive racket.

“Never have I ever, fantasized about kissing my best friend!” Sam said, pouring more shots,

Bucky and you both shrug and take a drink. Sam howls with laughter, “You want to kiss Steve?!” he said doubling over with laughter,

“Not in a sexual way! In a I love you pal, kind of way.” He said defending himself,

“I don’t think that’s a thing,” You chimed in drunkenly laughing,

“Ok, ok!” Bucky said, raising his hands swaying slightly from inebriation, “never have I ever, lied to someone I wanted to have sex with!”

You all take a drink, that was an obvious one.

“How else do you sleep with someone if you don’t lie to them?” Sam said,

“Exactly, you have to flourish your stories with lies to get anyone into bed!” Bucky agreed,

You shook your head, “Well you don’t always have to lie if its love,” you say,

“BOOOO,” Both Bucky and Sam heckled you, throwing pillows at you.

“Okay! My turn!” you say laughing, “Never have I ever injured myself while trying to impress a guy or girl in bed,”

You were the only one who drank, both Sam and Bucky burst out laughing.

“What did you do?” Bucky asked with a shocked amused look on his face,

“Oh, this is a story I HAVE to hear!” Sam laughed harder,

“I am not talking about this with the two of you,” You complained,

“Then you have to drink more!” Sam said handing you the bottle of schnapps, you shrugged and grabbed it from him and took a swig. The sweet alcohol going straight to your head.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door but before you any of you could respond the door swung open. Steve stood in the doorway, looking at the three of you. You still had the bottle of schnapps to your lips when he walked in, “What in the name of all that is good are the three of you doing in here?” He asked incredulously, Steve looked like a dad who had just caught his kids drinking for the first time as he observed the three of you, standing in front of him.

“House party!” Sam said a little too excitedly, acting like a teenager.

You choked on the schnapps in your mouth, and couldn’t hold it in any longer, you burst out laughing and sprayed Schnapps all over Bucky’s face. He stood there looking utterly shocked covered in schnapps.

Without warning, Steve burst out laughing at the look on Bucky’s face. He stood in the doorway doubling over with laughter for a good minute. None of you knew how to react to this moment, you all just kind of looked at each other and then at Steve. He stopped laughing and then looked serious for a moment,

“If we are going to have a party, I think we should do it correctly.” He said solemnly,

All three of you looked at each other in confusion. Did Steve really just suggest throwing a party, Bucky had a big grin on his face, “Yes! I love this attitude!” he said moving forward and grabbing Steve’s shoulder.

Sam and Bucky in their slightly inebriated state had quickly gone into party planning mode and rushed out of your room to inform the rest of the team about the Captains impromptu party.

Steve stood awkwardly in the doorway, observing you. “You can come in, you know” You say gesturing him in, He walked in a few steps and then leaned against the dresser looking around your now messy room, “They wrecked your room,” he said looking around. It was a royal mess, shot glasses were strewn on the dresser, alcohol spills on the carpet, pillows, clothes and shoes all over the place, knives were just laying on the bed from when Bucky was showing Sam how to flip a blade.

“Yeah, we got a little carried away,” you chuckled, he laughed as well.

“Since when did Sam and Buck become best friends?” you asked him,

Steve shrugged, “Happened over night, guess they discovered each other’s mutual need to be a party animal and friendship blossomed.” He replied,

“I don’t like it, they are a hurricane together” you joked,

“Well its better than having them at each other’s throats all the time,” Steve pointed out,

You nod in agreement, a silence falls between the two of you, it had been hard to talk to Steve lately, he wasn’t forth coming, and you were tired of saying you were sorry. This was probably the most you two had talked since the incident.

F.R.I.D.A.Y. suddenly spoke over the intercom, “Miss Y/L/N, Captain Rogers? Sargent Barnes and Mr Wilson have requested your presence in the living room,”

“Thank you F.R.I.D.A.Y.” Steve responded, “Shall we?” he asked you,

“Give me a minute let me freshen up,” you said, quickly darting to the bathroom to splash water on your face and fix your hair.

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In the short while that Sam and Bucky had vanished off to go gather the team, they had managed to find more alcohol, order pizza and drag everyone to the living room where they had set up a beer pong table and a dance floor.

Tony was sitting on the couch with Pepper, looking ever so amused at the situation unfolding before you.

“You know, I didn’t think I was funding a house full of party animals,” he said to pepper with an entertained smile,

“You knew what you were funding,” she replied rolling her eyes,

You and Steve walked into the living room and immediately Bucky handed you a drink, “Chug.” He ordered, you looked at him confused, “Anyone who walks in has to down a drink.” He explained,

You groaned but didn’t fight it, you just chugged the drink in your hand. It was a mixture of different alcohol and dash and it was revolting.

“Ugh, what the fuck was that?” you say disgusted,

“We named it liquid courage,” Sam said laughing, he was pouring more drinks for everyone, somehow even though they were earths mightiest heroes, the Avengers team still acted like a group of college kids on spring break.

As the evening wore on, everyone loosened up and began having a little more fun. A few more people joined them on the compound, Maria Hill, Rhodey, and even Clint made a surprise appearance.

You were having a great time, you didn’t feel ostracized anymore. It was as if they had all forgotten who you were as you chatted with extreme ease with your fellow Avengers. Bucky was stuck to your side the whole night, the two of you chatting endlessly about everything.

“Okay listen up!” Tony stood up on the table, “This is what we are going to do,” he announced gathering everyone around him as he swayed drunkenly.

“Y/N versus Bucky, Bionic arm wrestling!” He shouted, everyone cheered in agreement.

You look at Bucky and he shrugs “Why the hell not,” he says, his words slightly slurred at how inebriated he was.

You place your elbow on the table, readying your hand as much gripped into it with his metal arm. You look into each other’s eyes, Bucky’s steel blue eyes made your heart jump and you quickly looked away. as gorgeous and charming as he was you had to stay away from complicating your life further. Even drunk you knew you had to hide those feelings.

Bucky had a devilish grin on his face, “You’re going to lose pal,” he taunts you,

You just grinned back at him, “Lets do this,” and then you began.

It was less than a minute when Bucky bested you, you demanded a rematch, but everyone just booed. by this point in the evening you were drunk as all hell, as you stood up from the table, you swayed you head spinning. Steve was quickly at your side putting his arm around your waist, “Think you should go lie down,”, you look up into his blue eyes and in your drunken state you just wanted to kiss him.

But instead you turn to your fellow Avengers, “Hey, hey everyone!” you say loudly, “I have something to tell you.”

“Oh no,” you hear Steve groan, it was like he just knew you were going to embarrass yourself. “Come on, lets get you to bed,” he insists,

“No wait, guys listen,” slur drunkenly, “Sex and I had Steve!” you pause, ‘No wait, Steve and I had sex!” you said proudly, “And It was fantastic, Steve has such a big,” but he doesn’t let you finish your sentence, he clamps his hand over your mouth quickly, “Ok, we’ve heard enough, lets go” he says.

Sam looked at Bucky, ‘I told you! Pay up buddy!” he shouted drunkenly,

Tony and pepper just laughed, “We all already knew that dear,” he said,”You two aren’t very subtle,”

Natasha lifted her glass just as drunk as you were, “Salud,” she muttered downing her drink.

Wanda was on the couch pretty much passed out, she was a lightweight when it came to drinking with the rest of the team. and the others were all just drunkenly laughing at your confession.

Steve lifted you up and threw you over his shoulder he was drunk as well just maybe not as drunk as you. The fast movement made you feel sick, but you were too drunk to protest it. Everyone started clapping when he started walking out the room with you over his shoulder, and you raised your arms up “We’re going to have sex again!” you shouted,

“No, we’re not.” Called out Steve as he walked away, not looking behind him at his friends who were doubling over with laughter at the situation. Bucky groaned shaking his head in embarrassment for you.

Your room was a mess, so Steve took you to his room, he gently placed you on the bed, you were drunkenly babbling about something or the other while taking your clothes off.

“What are you doing?” he asked you, as you took your shorts off.

“Well I am not sleeping in my clothes,” you said nonchalantly, “So give me a shirt or something to sleep in.” you sounded a little demanding, but it didn’t bother Steve, he half chuckled and then went into the closet and returned with a white t-shirt for you.

You grabbed the t-shirt from him mumbling thanks, and pulling it on then you turn away from him. Steve quickly grabs your wrist pulling you toward him, your body is now suddenly pressed against his. He looks down at you and your breath catches as you gaze his dazzling blue eyes,

“Out of all the women in the world, I had to fall in love with the most difficult one of them all,” he starts softly, and pulls your face towards his, “I want to move on and let you go but you’re all I think about,”

He kisses you softly, pulling you closer to him. You reach up and hold his face as you kiss, Steve relaxes beneath your touch. You know in your drunken state that you are both going to have to talk about this in the morning, but you don’t care in the moment. You were drunk and horny, and Steve was on the same level as you,

His hands move down to your hips and he grips onto them, suddenly pushing you back against the wall, you gasp in shock at his sudden roughness, but you weren’t complaining. Steve began kissing you again, picking you up against the wall so that you were straddling him. He broke away from the kiss for a moment to look at you then without warning he practically ripped the t-shirt off you, and began to trace kisses across your neck and chest. A soft moan escapes your lips as your heart rate increases, your breath catches as he touches you.

“Steve...” you say softly, threading your fingers in his blonde hair.

He suddenly pulls you away from the wall, carries you over to the bed and tosses you on it. Then climbs on top of you, and starts kissing you again, drunk or not Steve was always a great kisser you couldn’t deny that. you loved kissing him, suddenly he stopped and flipped you onto your stomach, an unexpected move but your excitement piqued as he gripped your hips, pulled you towards him and took you from behind.

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The next morning you woke up with a pounding headache. you groaned as you opened your eyes, everything hurt. You were in Steve’s arms, your head resting upon his chest. He was soundly sleeping beside you, the warm glow of the morning sun making him look almost ethereal. you moved slowly trying to maneuver out of his arms without waking him,

“Hmmm… don’t go,” Steve muttered sleepily, pulling you closer

“I have to use the bathroom,” you replied, “I’ll be right back,” giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. He smiled keeping his eyes closed as you got off the bed and pulled on one of shirt and disappeared into the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom, you drank about a liter of water trying to flush out some of the alcohol in your body. You examined yourself in the mirror, there were contusions, scratches and hickeys all over your body from your love making with Steve. He had been so rough yet so loving at the same time, it was a new side of him you saw last night. there were bits and pieces that were blank, but you would figure that out later.

Grabbing a spare toothbrush off the shelf, you brush your teeth, tie up your hair and freshen yourself up before going back into the room. Steve was still sleeping, and you thought it was best to leave him to sleep. You tiptoe towards the door grabbing your clothes that were strewn across the room, and were about to leave when Steve woke up sleepily and looked at you, “Where are you going?” he askes groggily looking around in a daze,

“I was going to get us some breakfast, go back to sleep, I’ll be back in a bit,” You replied smiling at him,

“I’ll come with you,” he offered, sitting up.

“No, no its fine Steve, sleep” you walk to the bedside and kissed him twice, “I’ll bring you breakfast in bed,” you smile,

Steve runs his hand through your hair and then pulls your face towards his again and kisses you, “I love you Y/N,” he said quietly then closes his eyes,

You didn’t respond, you couldn’t, because as much as you adored him you didn’t know if you loved Steve at this point, so you just touched his face and then left the room, shutting the door quietly behind you.

“Late night?” Bucky’s voice comes from behind you, making you jump.

You were standing at the kitchen counter making coffee for yourself and Steve when he walked in, and you hadn’t heard him do so.

“Ugh, how much did we drink last night?” You ask him,

Bucky’s gaze fell over your scantily clad body, “We practically emptied the bar,” he responded his gaze still on your body.

“Coffee?” You asked, gesturing to the mugs in front of you, he nodded and moved towards you taking a mug off the shelf and handing it to you.

“Steve still asleep?” He asks, you knew there was more to that question and you couldn’t meet his gaze.

“I don’t know, I haven’t seen him since he put me to bed.” You lied, Bucky snorted, he knew you were lying but he didn’t say anything. Instead he leaned closer to you, your heart starting to race as he got closer, he licked the side of his lip and for a moment you thought he as going to kiss you but then he reached passed you and grabbed one of the mugs of coffee you had already made,

“I’ll just take this,” he said, then he turned around and walked out of the kitchen, leaving you to deal with your mini heart attack. As much as you had a bond with Steve, there was connection to Bucky more so, Sometimes it felt like Bucky set your whole existence on fire just by being around him and that scared the living shit out of you.

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Trollhunters Dadswap AU part 22

Heimdrel is slain, The Bridge is destroyed, and what remains of The Witch’s forces on our side of the portal?

In which I have also given up on making these short and instead have decided to just go with the flow

Hey how’s it going guys good to be back now let’s see where were we

oh yes Toby being chased by a cat literally made of fire. That’s a thing. We follow canon up until the point Jim and Toby, fleeing the cat turn to the park where Strickler and Angor Rot are waiting with their trap.

“Now are you certain this is an Illuminaire?” Strickler pulls an artifact borrowed from the Galadrigal brothers out from under his cloak. “This will only work if it’s an Illuminaire.”

The Fiery Feline (ha ha) turns a corner and Jim points while taking the Amulet of Daylight out of his pocket.“You tell me!”

Angor Rot quickly grabs onto the boys and slowly backs away with Strickler in tow, no one breaking sight with the monster.

“oooooh dear. We have a problem” Strickler plucks a few knives from his cowl.

Jim doesn’t break his focus off of the very angry creature. “No don’t tell me. Let me guess. This isn’t an Illuminaire.”

“correct.”

“and that artifact is absolutely useless in this situation.”

“also correct.”

“great.”

Angor Rot draws his knife while Strickler tosses the item aside. He puts his arms out protectively in front of Jim and Toby. Toby pulls out his phone and starts taking pictures out of panic.

“This is an Infernal Hellheeti, Jim.”

“Well how was I supposed to know that?! It’s a fiery creature that came out of a rock! How many of those come out of rocks?!”

“about Eleven, thirteen if you include-”

“Look it’s either finish my algebra homework or research all countless magical creatures known to trollkind and which one do you think my mom would buy?”

“fair enough, Barbra did mention you’ve been struggling in that area.”

“can it be killed?” Angor Rot is already stepping forward to come between the Hellheeti and the boys.

“Go for it, bro! Give em a taste of the Shadow King!”

“wait what? Just what kind of talks are you and my mom having?”

“Nothing serious! Just idle chatting! She’s just concerned about your grades is all!”

“Uh guys??? kinda running out of Park to escape in!”

“Can I kill it?!” Angor Rot is standing in the front by this point. He’s ready to strike.

“YES” Jim and toby cry.

“Wait Angor don’t--!!!”

But it’s too late. Angor Rot was already on the attack. He strikes the Hellheeti with Skathe-Hrun, and then after a swift kick cuts it in half with his knife. The embers fall to the ground while Jim and Toby cheer. Angor Rot adjusts his grip on his knife before sheathing it.

moments later the embers burst back into life, forming 5 Hellheeti from the remnants of the first.

“As I was trying to say, attacking a Hellheeti will only make matters worse!”

our heroes are quickly surrounded. Jim looks to Strickler for advice.

“Well if we can’t fight it how do we stop it?!”

“The only way to stop a Hellheeti is douse it’s flames!”

“How do you do that?”

“The obvious answer is water but I didn’t exactly come prepared to be cornered by one Hellheeti let alone five!”

Toby notices something in his phone camera and points quickly. “would a fire hydrant do the trick?!”

Jim and Angor Rot exchange glances and nod. Angor Rot activates Skathe-Hrun with a roar, sending the Hellheeti pack backing up for a moment, and it’s a long enough pause to give him time to open a portal. Jim sees the other end appear by the Hydrant and races inside.

As Jim leaps into the portal he summons his armor. He uses this moment of weightlessness to just focus on coming out the other side, and he reenters reality with a bright flash. The Hellheeti are distracted by the flash, and Jim yells to get all their attention.

“hey!” he spins his sword and then challenges them with his hand. “Come and get some.”

The monsters charge at an intense speed, and if it wasn’t for Jim’s skill with the Sword of Daylight he wouldn’t have been able to cut the hydrant in time. It’s too late for the swarm of Hellheeti to stop before the majority of them are doused by the water. Jim finishes off the last one like he does in canon and it’s pretty dang awesome.

“go get some rest, you two. There’s a pop quiz tomorrow and I will not hear it if you try telling me you didn’t have time to study cause I know for a fact you did.”

“alright, you make sure Angor Rot gets back to the market before sunrise. It’ll be dawn soon!”

That morning Jim is hard at work at making breakfast for himself and his mom. With Bhaltair gone things have been nuts at the hospital. Barbra quickly makes a bowl of cereal and runs out, kissing Jim on the head on the way.

Jim voices his worries on the way to school with Toby.

“It’s a shame he’s such a good doctor,” Toby replies while biking circles around Jim. “Your mom actually got a bit of rest while he was around.”

“believe me Toby I would totally wish he’d come back if it meant my mom could get a well deserved break. but it’s for the best that he’s gone. I just wish it was possible to tell her why I’m worried.”

“why don’t you?”

“And end up in the crazy house?!”

“good point. Doesn’t help that you told Claire we’d get Enrique out of the Darklands.”

Jim rolls his eyes, “toby we’ve been over this! He’s stuck in the Darklands! I can’t just leave him there!”

“know what else is in the Darklands? Certain death!”

Things follow along with canon at this point up until Jim and Toby go to class. Claire pushes her chair back and turns to face them. They go through the same conversation up until Strickler enters the class.

“alright, everyone. Seats forward, pencil’s out. Today we will be having a pop quiz on the Roman Empire, and I expect each of you to do your best. Consider this for Extra Credit for the chapter.”

Class goes by smoothly and as Claire picks up her books Strickler calls to her over from his desk.

“Miss Nunez, a word if you please.”

The class clears out and Strickler stops Jim and Toby before they leave as well.

“Lake, Domzalski, you as well.”

He fiddles with his pen while the students approach his desk. Strickler waits until the door closes to speak.

“so... I thought it over, and it feel like it’s time you join us in Trollmarket, Claire.”

“Are you serious?” Claire steps closer. “when are we going? are we going now?”

Strickler raises his hand with a light chuckle. “calm down, calm down. You still have other classes to attend. We shall go together this afternoon after school. Jim and Toby will show you the way, and I shall meet you there.”

That afternoon, like Strickler said, the professor is waiting beneath the bridge.

“Everyone ready?”

Jim pulls the Horngazel out from his bag and hands it to Claire. She takes a deep breath.

“If it means getting some answers, I’m ready for anything.”

Strickler nods and turns to the canal wall, drawing a line for Claire to trace. Claire steps forward, and Strickler raises his hand.

“Just a moment, I feel it right to have no secrets between us.” In a flash Strickler is back in his true form and for a moment Claire freezes. “still ready to go on?”

Claire swallows hard and nods.

“I’m ready.”

“very good. Simply follow the mark I’ve drawn and we can be on our way.”

Claire is in awe as the portal opens and the staircase of Crystal appears. Before they can react she races down as fast as she can, taking in every sight as she goes on. Jim, Toby, and Strickler only catch up with her once she reaches the bottom steps. Strickler steps in front of her and stops her before she sees the market.

“now Miss Nunez, we must establish rules before you just go wherever you please! Trolls don’t take very kindly to humans. You must act with the utmost respect and tact while traversing this place!”

“whatever you say, sir,” Claire nods, directly after slipping past him to finally see the Market with her own eyes. She is, naturally, stunned. “it’s.... beautiful.”

“Welcome to Heartstone Trollmarket.” Claire takes Jim’s hand as he approaches, in moments pulling him down the steps as she talks about how lovely everything is.

“can I live down here?!”

Strickler is quick to intervene. “I don’t think that would be a good id-”

she’s gone in seconds.

“oh no”

Jim, Toby, and Strickler give chase in vain as Claire weaves through the crowd with glee, it’s not until she bumps into Angor Rot himself walking with AAARRRGGHH!!! that she comes to a stop.

“you! I remember you! You’re-”

“Angor Rot.”

Claire graciously bows. “I never got the chance to thank you for saving my life.”

Angor Rot returns the gesture, “it is I who should be thanking you for saving mine.”

As Strickler and the boys catch up with her, Claire and Angor are already deep in conversation while she looks AAARRRGGHH!!! over.

“Jim told me about how you both helped him slay Heimdrel, and how you caught him midair after he zapped a Tyreta Stalkling with lightning!”

Strickler glances over to Jim, “just how much have you told her...?”

“not much....?”

AAARRRGGHH!!! naturally starts to look uncomfortable after a bit of prodding, which is understandable considering his past, and Strickler gently directs Claire away.

“Ooookay, Claire I think you’ve had enough fun for one-”

and she’s off again.

“day.”

She turns a corner and Strickler and Angor Rot are instantly aware of what could go down. The trolls race after her in panic at this point.

“Nomura’s pottery shop! Is that where Toby got his Gnome? And where’s the Galadrigal Library? I have so many questions to ask Dictatious and Blinky!”

Claire gasps.

“Is that the troll pub?!”

Strickler and Angor Rot pass terrified glances to each other. It obviously is not long before Claire spots the Elder of Trollmarket, Vendel, in the middle of enjoying himself with a drink. By the time Strickler and Angor Rot enter, he has already spotted her. Both take a drink to brace themselves for this terrible situation. After taking a good look at Vendel’s face, Strickler takes two.

Vendel is obviously angry, especially when Claire tries to introduce herself and thank him for letting her into the market. Strickler can’t help but somewhat hide behind Angor Rot as Vendel let’s his anger out.

“I allowed the trollhunter here because he was chosen, and I allowed the chubby one in for emotional support! But now a third????”

Strickler tries to defend the decision when Claire suddenly introduces herself again, this time in troll.

Congrats to Claire for saving Strickler’s life this time.

with Vendel dealt with, and Claire free to go through the market, there’s one last place she wants to see. It’s a tough choice, but eventually the team agrees to let Claire see the vault, and by extension the remains of Kilahead bridge. Angor Rot opens it with a simple touch, and they walk quietly inside.

“this is as close as we can allow you to the Darklands, I’m afraid.”

Claire says her peace, sitting beside the Keystone and promising her brother they’d get him out somehow. With Claire satisfied, Strickler puts his hand on Toby’s shoulder.

“Toby, if you would be so kind to show Claire the Hero’s Forge, Jim and I have some things to discuss.”

Toby and Angor Rot lead Claire to the forge, where she quickly spots Bular hard at work.

“Is that Bular? Gunmar’s son?”

“In the flesh.... well... ya know.... stone flesh.”

Bular scratches at the metal covering on his face, mumbling to himself while he picks up stones and puts them in place on a statue. He is unnaturally silent while he works. Claire leans over towards Toby, while also trying to get a better look at his project.

“What’s that statue he’s working on?” her voice is barely over a whisper.

Bular is quick to respond, looking over his shoulder, “I do not make statues.”

Claire freezes as Bular fully turns to face them, remembering seeing him for the first time in the chilling dark of Jim’s Basement- eyes burning through the shadows. Bular waves a hand towards the figure before getting back to work.

“I am restoring my father to his former glory.”

“Took a while to track down all the stones,” Toby explains, “hate to be there when they gotta put Jim back together.”

awkward silence.

“okaaaaaaaaaay just grossed myself out.”

Claire watches Bular work a while longer.

“you guys train in an arena decorated with the remains of former Trollhunters? That is....... so awesome!”

Claire looked over to Angor Rot and Toby. “can we turn it on?”

Before they can stop her she’s already trying to find the controls.

Meanwhile Strickler is hard at work checking various maps and textbooks, while also helping Jim repair the vespa they built.

“so, Claire Nunez. You two are closer than I thought.”

“something wrong with her? You seemed just fine with bringing her here this morning.”

Strickler laughs, “I have nothing against Miss Nunez. She’s one of my best students, not counting you. Popular. Lovely. I can see why you care so deeply for her. You’d go to the ends of the Earth for her.”

Jim starts flipping through a book but almost drops it as Strickler continues

“or the Darklands.”

Jim laughs nervously. Strickler closes the lid to the Vespa and directs his attention to one of the books on the table.

“The heart can be a dangerous thing, Jim. It can lead you to places you shouldn’t go.”

“how did you-”

“figure it out? it wasn’t hard when you made it so easy. I swear on Deya’s Grace, Draal’s infatuation with Nomura was less obvious!”

“It’s her brother, Strickler, and I made her a promise! I can’t--”

“The biggest difference between you and Claire is that you are fully aware of the danger that lies in the Darklands! If you were to go alone you would undeniably be killed!”

Jim flips through a book only partially listening.

“Which is why I won’t allow you to go alone.”

“You said I have to answer every call, Strickler! Now I- wait... what?”

Strickler sits by Jim’s side, hand on his shoulder in a sign of support.

“Angor Rot and I have been discussing it along with Nomura. We know you’re going in there no matter what we say. As risky as going to the Darklands would be, if Claire’s brother is that important to you, he’s important to us. We are a team, and no decision you make is going to change that.”

Jim smiles to Strickler, who in return smiles back, when Nomura runs in with Angor Rot at her heels.

“Strickler!”

Both Jim and Strickler rise to their feet.

“What’s wrong? Are the children alright?”

Nomura grabs onto Strickler’s arm and begins leading them to the Forge with Jim and Angor Rot close behind.

“If we don’t hurry they wont be!”

Jim, Strickler, and Angor Rot race into the Forge to see it going absolutely haywire. Toby and Claire are dangling for their lives. Jim races forward and skids to a stop when he spots Bular also trapped on the Forge’s ever changing form.

“What’s going on?!”

“I don’t know!” Bular digs his claws into the stone as he tries skidding down and leaping onto another platform. “the fleshbags were looking at the Soothescrayer when it suddenly went nuts!”

“well can’t you turn it off?”

Bular jumps off the platform towards another only to be knocked back by a spinning axe. He digs his claws into the wood as he’s thrown about only to land on a different platform miles away from where he was trying to go.

“I would if this was something The Forge has done before!”

Angor Rot takes a few steps back to look at everything and points. “the Soothescrayer is still active.”

Stricker, Jim, and Angor Rot jump onto the Forge. “Jim, Angor and I will get Claire and Toby, you get to the Soothescrayer! There’s an emergency shut off switch in it’s mouth!”

Jim nods and starts climbing. There’s a long and hard climb as Angor Rot just barely catches Toby as he falls off of a spinning platform, and as Strickler leaps to catch Claire as she also begins to fall. Jim reaches the Scryer and reaches in just at that moment. He swings his sword into the floor and uses it as a pedestal to climb up and shut the machine off. Strickler catches Claire as the platform begins to settle down, He uses his own claws to slip down safely until the platform settles itself back to normal.

The eyes of the Soothescryer begins to glow intensely, and as Bular joins the others safely to the ground he is the only one who truly understands what’s happening.

There is a flash, and Jim is gone.

“JIM?!” Toby wiggles out of Angor Rot’s arms.

“he’s gone!”

“Not gone.” Claire and Toby spin around to Bular and Strickler. Strickler is staring wide eyed while Bular looks down to the kids. “He has been summoned.”

“Summoned?!” Claire grabs onto Strickler’s cape to make him look away from the Scryer to her. “what does he mean by SUMMONED?!”

Strickler slowly looks back up to the Soothescrayer, a glimmer of pride and surprise in his eyes. “He has been summoned by the elder council.”

Jim is covering his ears as the platform and the Scryer whirs to a stop. Opening his eyes, he looks around to see the Forge in a whole new light. Now it is covered in mist, and the faint glimmer of stars, and everything is glowing a mystical blue. He rises to his feet.

“h-hello?”

“he is but a child!” “a human!” “he is not worthy!”

voices whisper and hiss about him, and Jim finds himself drawing his blade in defense.

“So the boy appears to us at last.” A deep voice echoes in the empty space. “but are you worthy of this place?”

Before Jim can think a massive troll that appeared to be made of nothing more but mist is charging towards him, sword aimed to strike. Jim parries, and after a swing of his sword the troll vanishes into mist. In moments the troll reappears behind Jim, and on instinct Jim makes them vanish again. once more the troll appears, but with this swing the troll performs a maneuver that forces the Sword of Daylight out of Jim’s hand and into the hand of the troll before him.

With the sword at his throat, Jim realizes he can see this troll only has one eye, and he is wearing the same armor.

“how did you-” he begins, but the troll interrupts with an intensity Jim feels like he’s seen before.

“silence!” the troll’s eye narrows. “you stand before a grand council.”

Jim looks over to the statue yet to be placed in it’s spot in the Forge and it suddenly clicks. “Gunmar.... G-Gunmar the Black! The voice in my Amulet, that was you!”

“our amulet!” another voice hisses from the statues above.

a different voice speaks over the first. “We are the council of elder trollhunters!”

The Sword of Daylight vanishes out of Gunmar’s hand and back into Jim’s, and while Jim tries to process what is happening Gunmar subtly begins to circle him.

“does.... does this mean I’m dead?” Jim looks to Gunmar for an answer. “that’s what happened, isn’t it? The forge went haywire and it killed me!”

“You are still in the Forge, in a way,” Gunmar replies. The warlord raises a hand to present the ethereal land around them. “Welcome to The Void. A place in between worlds. Here the Trollhunter receives council from those who have fallen before them, should they be worthy of it.”

Jim watches quietly as Gunmar continues, “we have been watching you, waiting for the moment to arrive when we saw it fit to grant you entry to this place.”

“so the arena going nuts... that was you?”

Gunmar nods, arms folded behind his back and towering over Jim but listening nonetheless.

“and.... wait hang on did you say you’ve been watching me???”

Gunmar unfolds his arms and waves his hand, “we have seen everything. From your triumphs,”

at the wave of Gunmar’s hand suddenly a cloud of mist shoots out and creates an image before himself and Jim. Seen within is the moment Jim first struck through Heimdrel, and the aftermath as the tyrant faded into the unforgiving water below.

“and your failures”

another flash and the scene melts into the battle at the museum where Jim sees himself being forced to place the amulet into the bridge by Bhaltair- opening the portal and almost releasing The Witch.

“all the way down to your deceptions.”

one last movement and Jim sees himself from that morning, promising Claire they would get Enrique back.

Jim can’t help but feel guilt rise up into his throat. He can’t bring himself to face Gunmar as the troll speaks to him.

“we know what you’re up to, Jim Lake, and it will bring you nothing but your own destruction.”

Jim spins to face the troll now.

“We have to go. I promised. and isn’t it my duty to-”

Gunmar vanishes into mist and reappears directly in front of Jim. He growls furiously and is face to face to the surprised and scared Jim.

“Your duty, young trollhunter, is to maintain the balance between our world and your world above- to protect all life from the death The Witch, Argante, creates- not to release ancient evils in search of one human child!”

“but I-”

“Enough!” Gunmar turns from Jim and as he does another cloud of mist appears with a wave on Gunmar’s hand. “to be the Trollhunter is to be the only thing standing between this world and those who wish it harm. It is your sole mission to protect humankind and trollkind.”

within the mist reveals one of Gunmar’s own memories of training with Bular. With another wave of Gunmar’s hand, Jim now sees the moment in which he helped Bular out of the museum rubble to discover part of his face had been turned to stone.

“something you have already failed to do.”

Jim is quiet for a time as he stares at Bular’s shocked face. He looks to the ground before taking a deep and well needed breath.

“look, I’m not perfect. I’m not. And I know that he’s your son. Trust me he’s never let me forget it.” Jim looks up to Gunmar who is standing tall in reaction to Jim’s reply. “but Bular made that choice, and I would have done it for him if we were in opposite places. And you know what else? For spirits who have been watching everything I do, you seem to be purposefully ignoring all the good I’ve done.”

Gunmar doesn’t move an inch as Jim approaches him. Jim stands his ground as he looks up to the larger trollhunter and continues,

“and I’ve done it with my friends at my side, including your son! I’m sorry I don’t meet some unspoken standard you guys waited until I killed The Witch’s second-in-command to finally tell me, but there are a lot of things we’ve done together as a team!“

“he mocks us!” “he is a failure!” “do not let him speak further!” “The Amulet chose incorrectly!”

Jim gave the room a worried glance as the choir of furious voices began to cry out louder and louder, until Gunmar himself suddenly yelled to the council.

“We have given him our council, he has the right to speak!”

Gunmar turns to Jim and he lets out a somewhat heavy sigh.

“and as much as it pains me to see my own son sacrifice his eye as i did, I trust his decision to trust this boy. We shall let him speak.”

Back in the land of the living Strickler is doing his best to relieve Claire and Toby over their friend who just vanished out of thin air.

both are unconvinced.

“ok but the word ‘Void’ sounds pretty bad, Strickler!”

“Yeah! And when you say ghosts are we talking old and wise sage spirits or the kind that will suck out your soul just by looking at you?!”

“they will not take his soul! Merely, they will look into it. The Void exists to-”

Before Strickler can go on, Jim begins to re-materialize in the center of The Forge. Bular is the first to be at his side, helping him come back to reality and regain his senses.

“YOU’RE OK!” Toby goes down on one knee to kneel by Jim, Claire closely behind.

“so trolls and ghosts exist. What else are you going to tell me? Fairies next?”

Strickler scoffs. “Actually the Fairies lost their war to the pixies long ago- oh never mind that! Jim what did they say?”

Angor Rot and Bular help Jim to his feet.

“They say they wont stop us, Gunmar especially.”

Bular perks up, “what exactly wont they stop you from?”

Jim takes a deep breath once he’s finally back to his senses. This would be hard to explain.

“From going to The Darklands. But if we’re going in there, they say we’re not getting out alive without killing Argante.”

Strickler passes a sharp glance to Angor Rot and AAARRRGGHH!!! at the mentioning of The Witch’s true name, but then looks back to Jim.

“are you certain?”

“yeah. But guys, with Heimdrel out of the picture, Kilahead Bridge here in Trollmarket, and Bhaltair no where to found, maybe.... maybe we could actually have a chance.”

We then move on to a new place. Changelings sit in every chair and couch, conversing for each other as the Janus Order will soon be coming into order. Many are talking about their leader Bhaltair, and his continuous absence. Otto creeps in through the back door, tipping his hat down to obscure his face and just trying to slip back into an open seat. He is, of course, spotted before he gets very far.

“You there! Scaarbach! You’re practically Bhaltair’s right hand man at this point. You of all people would know where our wise and powerful leader is!”

Otto stutters, removing his hat and having a heard time explaining just what Bhaltair has been up to. He is cornered by a specific changeling, when suddenly the doors crash open.

"right behind you"

Bhaltair enters, soaking wet, and holding something bundled up in his hand."I'm surprised with you, Petrok. You seem irritated with me. why not voice your concerns for all of us to hear? I'm sure there are others in the order with the same thoughts."

The changeling clears his throat, worried. "th-the Bridge has been destroyed for months now. Why unite the changelings into an Order if we would be without the Head for ages on end? We've had no knowledge of your whereabouts except for what Otto has passed on to us."

Bhaltair shifts the bundled item in his hands slightly to more comfortable hold it. "hmmmm.... I see.... So you are curious as to what I've been up to all this time? am I right?"

"you could say that."

"or is it perhaps.... You don't think I should be leading if I'm never here to lead?"

The changeling backs away with a defensive hand raised when Bhaltiar locks eyes with them. "oh no not that at ALL, sir! I just.... a few of us are growing restless is all! Perhaps you could inform us just why this Order has been created?"

Bhaltair approaches, and the changeling goes to his knees already begging forgiveness. "Why so nervous, Petrok? Do you fear for your life now that you remember just what happens to those who question my leadership?"

"N-No sir! I just fear if we do not act soon, the boy will find us out, is all! I only wish to ensure victory for Argante!"

Bhaltair hums in thought and then lightly pats Petrok’s head. "I see! Well then I'm sure you wont mind if I tell her that you feel this way."

Before the Changeling can say anything else Bhaltair turns his attention to Otto "Scaarbach, with me. We shall tell Argante personally just what happened at the Bridge."

Otto nods and catches up to Bhaltair who is already leaving the room, taking a moment to glance at the changeling still on their knees and terrified out of their wits. As soon as they're out of earshot Otto turns his focus to Bhaltair.

"sir do you really think it's wise to-"

"I must speak with Argante immediately."

"Good news, I hope?"

Bhaltair's silence gives Otto the answer he needs.

Bhaltair opens the doors to a magically sealed room, and the moment he and Otto are passed the doors they close tightly behind them. Otto only watches as Bhaltair places the bundled up item on the floor before the faint but still present markings of a rune mirror Heimdrel made long ago. He unsheathes his sword cane and retraces the runes to reactivate the mirror. Argante comes into view as Bhaltair goes to one knee and bows his head.

"My Queen.... I bring you dire news...."

"speak, Jailer. Why is it you come to me alone when these matters should-"

"A thousand pardons for interrupting, my lady, but that is the news I bring."

Argante is silent as Bhaltair reaches for the bundled up item, he quietly unties the ropes and pulls off the cloth, bowing his head and presenting Heimdrel's Hook-shot for Argante to see. "Heimdrel.... has been felled by the Trollhunter and his allies."

"are you certain?"

"I was unable to come to his aid, and for that I beg your forgiveness, but yes. I saw the boy use the gifts you gave The Executioner against himself. The Sword of Daylight..." Bhaltair pauses, taking a moment to calm himself, "was forced through him, and the blessing of protection you placed over him brought forth his demise."

Argante's eyes narrow angrily.

"Rise, Bhaltair."

He obeys without hesitation, eyes locking with hers and holding on tightly to Heimdrel's hook-shot.

"This child has gone through great lengths to ruin our plans."

"agreed, my queen."

"Tell me what you intend to do to stop him"

Bhaltair doesn't even pause to think about it:

"My queen, already in Heimdrel's absence I have done much: All Changelings who can still fight, all but for Takato of whom I have not seen since the Bridge, have been gathered. I have begun calling us The Janus Order. Most stand ready to serve you, and I fully intend to sort out the weak in a few day's time. For some even sooner."

He respectfully bows his head and holds out a hand to her as he continues 'but without The Executioner my reach is severely crippled. I require aid in order to regain what had been lost from the battle."

“What would you ask of me, Bhaltair, to provide you with this advantage?"

Bhaltair looks up to her. "I would ask you to give me the power once given to my Champion brother. Give me this, and I swear to you I shall finish what he started."

Otto restrains himself from gasping. Argante's eye widen.

"You would have me take your soul, in exchange for the power Heimdrel once had?"

Bhaltair's grip tightens on the hook-shot "I would have you take every last shred of my being. And in doing so I vow I would personally tear him apart- limb by limb- as payment for what he has done to Heimdrel, and I also vow to personally deliver his head to you as a welcoming gift back to the world you so rightfully deserve."

there is a pause, by this point the hand holding onto the hook-shot is trembling from anger alone. Otto practically holds his breath as everything plays out

"tell me, Bhaltair, just how much does it anger you to know what the boy has done to our Executioner?"

Bhaltair lets out a growl, his face growing harsher the more he stands there. "far greater than any word could describe."

Argante leans in closer towards the mirror

"Tell me just how angry you are, Bhaltair, I want to see the fury in your eyes."

Bhaltair locks eyes with Argante, body trembling as he tries to maintain his composure, snarling from instinct, and tail swingling back and forth irritably. "I would reduce a million trollmarkets to rubble if it meant the honor of hunting him down, torturing him to his very last breaths, and then forcing him to watch as I did the very same to each and every one of his friends until he begged me for death."

Bhaltair leans in close to the mirror, until it almost feels as if they were face to face. "and then when he had nothing left? Nothing left to live or die for? Until he was nothing but a shell of the hero those underground fools have raised him up to be? even then I would not bring him the death he desired."

Otto places a hand on his throat, taking in a sharp breath as Argante laughs wickedly.

"you would see all this done?"

"without hesitation," Bhaltair's smile grows just as wicked as hers, "my queen."

"So see it done."

Argante snaps her fingers and instantly Bhaltair is doubling over onto the floor, arms around his waist and curling up in agony. Otto backs away to the door as Bhaltair's soul cascades out from his mouth and into a pool on the floor. It shines a bright red.

Bhaltair watches in some mixture of horror and shock as both he and Otto watch the soul shape itself into a red gemstone.

"unlike my usual bargains, the goal is more important to me than anything you could give me, Jailer. However my power to reach into that realm has waned. This is the last gift I can provide to you, unless of course you free me from this prison."

Bhaltair rises to his feet, taking the gemstone into his hands as he stands, he seems a little out of it at first but is quickly recovering.

"go now, my champion, do for me all that has been said and more. But first..."

Bhaltair looks back up to the mirror as Otto returns to his side, nervously wringing the edge of his hat that's now in his hands.

Argante's eyes narrow again with a dark and wicked glee.

"sort out the weak."

with that the last of the power fades from the mirror, and the runes fade off of the wall permanently.

Bhaltair takes a deep breath, holding the stone strongly in his hand as Otto looks up to him nervously. Bhaltair lets out an amused huff, tossing the stone in the air and catching it again, and looks down to Otto in return.

moments later back downstairs the remaining members of the Janus order have been all awaiting Bhaltair's return. Especially Petrok who spoke out against him earlier. As Bhaltair descends the steps with Otto shortly behind him, all rise to give him attention.

Bhaltair doesn't say a word to anyone until he approaches said terrified changeling.

no one says a word.

Bhaltair tsks when he gets close enough to see said changeling shaking from pure terror.

"come now Petrok, wont you look me in the eye?" as the changeling looks up Bhaltair gently places a hand on his shoulder "no no, with your true eyes"

all stand in silence as this changeling shifts back to his real form and locks eyes with Bhaltair. "I have good news for you, my boy."

Petrok seems to almost completely buy it.

"really?"

Bhaltair smiles and places his other hand on the changeling's other shoulder, letting out a quick laugh and nodding. "that I do"

Bhaltair's grip tightens on his shoulders.

"your death is gonna be quick"

in moments Bhaltair's hands become burning hot, and he grabs onto the changeling's head

there is a well placed camera shift as we see Otto and others wince in terror at the sound of melting stone. Bhaltair turns, wiping the lava off of his hands His eyes are burning red like fire and smoke is rising from his throat

"ANYONE ELSE QUESTION MY LEADERSHIP?" there is horrified silence "WELL?"

Bhaltair takes a deep breath as he shifts back to his human form and adjusts his suit while also brushing back his hair. "Good. Now, someone clean that up before he hardens into the carpet. If you'll excuse me, I have a trollhunter to kill."

#Trollhunters #Dadswap AU #IT'S FINALLY HERE #YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA HOW LONG IT'S TAKEN ME TO WRITE THIS ALL OUT #HOLY CRAP YOU GUYS BETTER APPRECIATE THIS

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....It took Ignis a while to realize that he was shaking, literally trembling where he stood, his jaw hanging inelegantly open as he gaped at the scene before him. Astrals, he hadn’t been this wonder-struck since his first visit to the club.... *blush* ummmm like this whole chapter to be perfectly honest.

You. I like you.

I’m going to totally commentate the entire freakin’ chapter because insomnia is refusing to let me sleep and I love the chance to blather on about my work to a willing audience!

I will be kind and put it behind a cut, though.

Okay, I’m pulling up the chapter and commenting as I go, so if you read it as you go my comments might make more sense! Wait, first I should make coffee. Coffee is love, coffee is life.

Okay, I’m back with coffee! So, the first thing I’ll say about this chapter is it’s actually the first thing I wrote. Specifically, the Ignis POV starting with his arrival at the club. A few days later, I wrote the Gladio POV, and a couple days ago, I added the paragraphs at the beginning about Ignis’s relaxing day going to the farmer’s market, coffee shop, etc to help it flow from chapter 1 better. I initially was going to have this be maybe chapter 4 or so, but I said fuck it, let’s start the bdsm off right out of the gate so people know what they’re reading, lol.

Lest you think those first few paragraphs are merely filler, let me assure you I love Ignis getting downtime, and I will write it into as many stories as I can. It’s a good balance for how often I put him through all the angst.

So, Iggy’s outfit I put a lot of thought into! He’s a strategist, so I figured he’d have his disguise nailed. First, the suit. Iggy wears suits all the time, but I headcanon they are perfectly tailored, high class affairs. So for this, he wears something off the rack. The red tie was actually an in-joke/call back to a scene in my co-authored fic with @aliatori, This Too Is Sacred (check it out). He couldn’t take his car, too much of a clue to his identity. He absolutely cannot speak - his accent? Way too recognizable. So we have the silent, carless, off-the-rack suited, masked Hawk, anonymous in the crowd but still a bright beacon to those who are looking closely, because even with the different guise, it’s still Iggy, and he’s still amazing.

Fun fact: the card Iggy needed to show the doorman to get in? Based off a local kink party I attended for several years before it stopped running. You had an approval process, and once you were totally vetted you got your card and then you could get into events without signing waivers or being vouched for etc.

I also borrowed heavily from personal experience when I described what he saw/heard/smelled as he walked into the club proper. The very first kink event I went to had a dress code that was basically formal wear or fetish wear, if you showed up in jeans + tshirt you wouldn’t be allowed in. While I personally don’t feel the need to be that strict, I like the atmosphere of everyone being formal, whatever that means to them. I also thought it fit Iggy.

The ridiculous cacophony of conversation/sounds of beatings/loud music takes some getting used to, haha. And I am here for being in a room that basically overwhelming smells like leather.

The ‘rules’ I put in place are again, stolen from real events I attended. Not that consent is a unique rule since its the law everywhere that I live. Anonymity is super super important at events like this though. The best events are the ones that manage to feel exotic, but still like a safe space where you can just be yourself. The no alcohol thing, too. You really don’t want to mix consensual beatings with intoxication.

Okay I live for the headcanon that while Ignis’s refusal to speak is part of his effort to keep his identity secret, that his refusal to cry out during play is also a challenge issued to every top he scenes with.

“Who was that, in the far corner there?” the point where everyone is hopefully shouting IS IT GLADIO IS IT GLADIO

I stopped typing for several minutes because I read the paragraph describing Gladio giving that beating and… yeah. lol.

Iggy of course gets pissed seeing him there, because as we established in chapter 1 he has a gigantic unrequited crush on a man he perceives as straight and therefore off-limits. Also, I try to make the characters human, and Iggy losing his temper at something that isn’t actually a wrong action on anyone’s part makes him very human to me.

One of my favorite lines this chapter: “He cautiously walked closer, knowing he was playing with fire - if anyone could see through his masquerade, it would be Gladiolus - but like the proverbial moth he was drawn ever closer to that brightly burning flame.” Not to toot my own horn or anything haha!

Now we’re to the section you actually put in my ask box. Ignis has totally lost hold of his self control at this point. Well, not totally, I suppose. Totally would have had him going right up to Gladio and kissing the crap out of him, lol. But seeing the man he’s been crushing on is also a skilled and inventive top, it’s all a little too much for our Igster.

And then, Ignis’s play partner finds him. I tried to strike a balance between writing their scene so that the reader could tell who Stag was meant to be, without making it blatant. After all, Ignis doesn’t know. The guise of Stag was directly chosen because of the stylistic details of Nyx’s headgear in Kingsglaive.

Of course Ignis has to hesitate, though, since Gladio is RIGHT FUCKING THERE OMG, but his desire for his monthly fix wins out.

For the beating itself, I won’t say much, except that I do so love writing gladnis bdsm and I never plan to stop.

Now we hit my favorite line of this chapter and I am not at all ashamed to highlight it: “And then, the kaleidoscope of his waking dream shifted, and he saw nothing but Gladiolus.”

Sigghhhh

An oops, some clean up, and a little flirty banter, and Iggy’s POV ends with him noticing Gladio staring at him like he’s a Cup Noodles, and he gets a flash of hope that maybe his crush isn’t so hopeless as he’s previously though.

And then we’re over to Gladio.

I shamelessly used the beginning of Gladio’s POV to highlight two issues I’ve seen happen in kink communities. TOPS NEED AFTERCARE TOO DAMMIT. FUCK ANYONE WHO SAYS THEY DON’T. Seriously. Give your top a fucking hug. A bottle of water. Make sure they’re as okay as they are making sure are post-scene, ugh. And don’t treat them like beating dispensers, they have fucking feelings and they are people and and and ooookay, off my soap box. :D

I considered having Gladio also masked, but figured even if his tattoo wasn’t fully done at this point, he’s such a unique figure (even in a fantasy world like Eos, we don’t see that many 6′6″ massive muscular dudes walking around) that it would be rather pointless to try and hide. Plus… I mean, its Gladio. Why would he hide?

And of course I had to have him watch Iggy’s beating and fixate needing to get to know and hopefully play with that masochist because, well, we all know the Gladnis is coming, especially if you’ve read Discretion you know where I am taking this.

I took great delight in writing how meeting Hawk’s eyes reminded Gladio of Ignis’s eyes and then him thinking how ridiculous the idea of Iggy ever being at a place like the club, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Ahem. Sorry.

So of course Nyx had to be the one to invite Gladio/get him on the approved list, because I just watched Kingsglaive and I’m thirsty for some Nyx. Also I could see them bro-ing it up and talking about shit like this organically, so it wouldn’t be like Nyx creepily offered “you should come to this elite kink party” so much as they just compared notes on relationships/dating/etc and it came up.

I also headcanon Nyx as an unrepentant flirt, so don’t mind him flirting with Hawk and Gladio with equal ease, lol.

Nyx throwing down the gauntlet to Gladio re: Hawk … nothing like a little trash talk between bros, right?

Gladio gets home and I decide he’s a shower beer guy, because really he’s like 21 years old at this point, he just went to a kink party where he spent most the night beating ungrateful recipients who left him high and dry, and then he watched a masked hottie come from no stimulation other than a flogging. He needed a fucking drink, why wait til after the shower?

At the end of the chapter I enjoy Gladio thinking it would be more appropriate to focus his thoughts on Hawk since he doesn’t think Ignis would be into him at all, haha. Those two crazy dumb kids, we’ll get ‘em there, I promise.

So this was WAY MORE INFO than you probably wanted when you sent me your ask but I HAVE COFFEE AND I CAN’T SLEEP AND OKAY THEN.

Thanks for being so kind and supportive.

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elquisas · 7 years

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Damn those feelings

A/N: I basically rewrote the finale but…sadder? I think it’s sadder any way. Let me know what you guys think and if you want to be tagged in future stories!

Warnings: Character death, angst, Season 12 finale. Slower Crowley death :(

Words: 3,750 I’m sorry. Not really.

Paring: Crowley x Reader

Tagging: @professsionalsinner , @marksminions

You didn’t like it. Asking Rowena for help, yet, when Lucifer confessed he “took” care of her, you felt scared, sad, why did you feel sorry for her?

“Hello boys…and girls”

Oh ya, that’s why. You knew Crowley was not on good terms with his mother but she was still his mother and your feelings for him made you feel that way. Damn those feelings.

Dean wasn’t happy to see the king and it was evident in his punch. You studied Crowley’s features as Dean broke the news to him about his late mother, no sugar coating either. There that feeling was again, pity, sadness. You couldn’t shake it no matter how much you tried.

Just as your feelings for him would go away, he would pop back up in your life and the feelings would resurface all over again. Damn those feelings.

As Crowley explained why he did what he did, you felt like crying. You wanted to let all your feelings out. You wanted to let him know he was safe with you. That, with you he wouldn’t have to put up this façade in which he always had to rule or win and that, with you, it was okay to feel.

He may call himself a demon but ever since the trials, he lost that title. He had feelings now. He was almost human and that isn’t something he can shake off easily.

As he admitted to giving up on being king, it broke you. It broke you, because the one thing he’s been working on for 8 years, as much as you know, he just gave it up. All the blood, tears, and sweat he put in. All the times he risked his life to save his position. And to just give it all up. It didn’t make sense to you, not truly, but there’s nothing you could do now.

It was clear he was done. Lucifer and every other fucking demon in hell and angels in heaven broke him. Your feelings kept getting stronger as you listened to him speak. Damn those feelings.

As you and the Winchesters searched for any signs of Kelly and Castiel, Crowley silently watched. He never said anything but his eyes spoke everything. They held sorrow and anger and maybe even a little bit of fear. None of you had any idea what you were going up against and it scared the hell out of all of you.

This child was going to be born today and none of you knew how powerful it would be.

You don’t what about Crowley rubbed you the wrong way. He seemed so, carefree now. He had given up his thrown and was hell bent on destroying Lucifer, but how far exactly would he be willing to go to do that? That’s what scared you.

Once Sam found Cas’s trail, we almost immediately left. Of course though, Crowley wasn’t allowed to come. That was clear when Dean stabbed his hand, making him stay still. You hated when the boys, or anyone really, hurt Crowley.

It pained you to watch, but you had to keep up this front, the boys could not know about your love for a certain demon, not now.

You went to the little house where Kelly was being kept and as the Winchesters confronted Castiel, Mary going to see Kelly, you went out back. Being inside that house with everyone made you feel anxious, made you feel scared. Your chest tighten as you tried to catch your breath. Why were you having such a hard time right now?

Crowley’s back at the bunker, he’s safe. You’re here with the Winchesters and Castiel. There’s nothing to be afraid of. You can do this. At least that’s what you told yourself.

As you were caught up in your uneasy feelings, you didn’t take note of the seemingly obvious glowing seam floating off the ground. If you had missed that you were really off you game.

“Sam, Dean,” You yelled, voice full of concern, “you may want to come look at this”

Quickly the boys ran out of the house to where you were, alarmed by your tone of voice.

“Y/n what’s wro- what the hell is that?”

“Wish I could tell you Sam, I have no idea. I’d like to know the same thing.”

“Dammit Cas! When did you plan on telling us that you have a fucking glowing, floating vagina in the backyard? You sorta failed to mention that important detail!” Dean was mad, like really mad. Castiel had been hiding Kelly from them for a bit now and now this?

Truly you didn’t know why Castiel was more trustworthy than Crowley. You had facts to support that, but then again, you may have been a little more biased for a certain sinner.

“Stop yelling Dean,” Dean held a bitch face as Castiel told him, Dean wasn’t one for taking order, especially right now. “It’s a tear in space and time.”

The three of you waited for him to go on but all that followed was a moment of awkward silence before you broke it. “Care to elaborate Cas? We’re kind of on a time limit here.”

Castiel sighed and rolled his eyes as he turned to look at the 3 of you. “In there is a different reality. It’s Earth but different from this one.” A chorus of oh’s erupted from the 3 of you as it dawned on you.

Castiel tried convincing you guys that you didn’t want to see what was on the other side but Dean protested that, so in you went.

When you arrived it felt as if you were in a wasteland. You felt as if you were on the moon, rather than Earth. Dust permanently filled the air along with smoke as you looked around. You were alerted when a figure started to approach you. You pulled out an angel blade, ready to attack, but Castiel quickly shut that down as he lowered it.

Your face lit up with excitement as it stopped in front of you. To your amazement, it was Bobby! It had been so long since you last saw him and damn did you miss him.

You were soon met with disappointment as you realized this is not the Bobby you know. This isn’t YOUR Bobby. Starting to bore from their talk, you looked around in awe. The red lightning is the thing you loved the most so far. It had a certain feel to it that reminded you of Crowley.

You always felt happy and at peace when something made you think of him. Damn you if you didn’t love him. Everything about him drove you crazy with lust and love.

His sexy accent. The way his suit fit him just right. Oh how you loved his suit. Oddly, it made you want to hug him. You wish he didn’t wear his overcoat so much. He always did look better in just a suit. His wit that never failed to make you laugh. His stupid handsome face that made you just want to grab him and kiss him, never letting go. The feeling of butterflies in your stomach whenever he talked to you, getting as close as he could, always teasing you. Damn those feelings.

You were knocked out of your daydreaming when you heard your name being called by Sam.

“Oh god I was drooling. Dammit Crowley,” You mumbled to yourself as you wiped your mouth on you sleeve, “always distracting me at the worst times with your stupid beautiful face.”

You, Castiel, and the Winchesters finally returned to your world when you were greeted with a friendly face, at least to you.

“Hello boys, again. And Y/N of course. Hello darling” “Ya hey Crowley” You said looking away, blush covering your cheeks. It was the little things that really got you. A simple hello got you all flustered and you hated yourself for letting the feelings get that far.

“Wait a second, how the hell did you-” “I improvised,” Crowley stated waving his hurt hand as he cut off Sam, “lucky I did. Turns out I’m the answer to all your problems.”

As Crowley went to ready himself, you all went to check on Kelly. She was close to giving birth and with Lucifer on the loose still that meant bad news. There was that feeling from earlier again. It couldn’t just leave you alone, could it?

As you exited the house, you were greeted by none other than the devil himself.

“Well this is a fun surprise,” The four of you quickly pulled out your angel blades and prepared to fight, this is the exact thing you prayed not to happen, not the best with luck I guess. “I gotta hand it to you guys, you never give up, even when you should, even when you’d be so stupid not to.”

You carefully listened as Lucifer went back and forth with the boys. You hated waiting, you just wanted to punch him in the face for all the things he had done.

“Enough with the foreplay, let’s do this.” With that Cas charged at Lucifer only to be thrown to the side as if he was nothing, leaving you, Sam, and Dean standing there with looks of worry. The three of you glanced over at each other before you all took off in the same direction towards the glowing rip, not looking back.

As you ran you heard Lucifer yell ‘real mature’ behind you before he casually strolled over to where you all were.

“Guys I really wanna enjoy this, really wanna savor just ripping you apart, gettin all up in there and gettin all gooey.” Lucifer taunted as he sauntered over to you, “But you know, the little slugger is almost here and uh… Well, I’m on a clock.”

Lucifer stopped in his tracks as he looked at the three of you in confusion. Behind you was the rip and Lucifer was certainly drawn to it at first sight. After a few more seconds you all touched it in sync, zapping you into the bizarre-o world, leaving Lucifer interested at what it was.

“Okay Y/N we don’t have much time. We don’t want you to get hurt so you’re gonna go sit with Crowley behind that pile of dirt while he does the spell okay?” You nodded at Sam as he kissed you on your head giving you a reassuring pat and with that you ran over to Crowley and watched him do the spell.

“Hello darling, here for the show?” “Wouldn’t miss it for the world Crowley.”

Just as planned, Lucifer also touched it, sending him inside with all of you. Lucifer looked around in awe, as you did earlier before Sam spoke up.

“You wanted the Apocalypse? Well you got it.” “Sammy, hey” Lucifer said as he looked around him, “where’s your big bro?”

Almost instantly Dean appeared behind him. “Right here.” Lucifer turned to face Dean and was surprised by Dean holding a gun to him. “Ooh. Sweet toy.” “Yeah, I got it off an old – new pal of mine.” Lucifer stood silently as Dean pointed the gun at him, “See we have this bet, see if it works against an archangel. So, say hello to my little friend.”

Sam swiftly ran over to where you and Crowley were as Dean rapid fired into Lucifer with his gun. As Sam arrived Crowley’s smile as he talked to you faded, already annoyed with him.

“Took you long enough.” “Not now, Crowley. Come on.” As Crowley continued the spell you could hear Dean yelling at you three to hurry up, and when you didn’t hear the gun shots anymore you knew he needed to be fast.

“We do his ritual, we seal that rift, and we lock the devil in this godforsaken place.” Crowley explained. “That’s that plan, remember? Two birds, one spell.” “Right, right. Just hurry.”

Crowley scoffed at Sam before speaking to you, “I’m about to save moose and squirrel’s bloody ass again and you’d think they’d be a little appreciative of me or give me a thanks. But no that’s too much. Bloody Winchesters. At least you care, love.” There he went again. Making your heart flutter as he spoke. The feelings had grown too much to handle anymore.

You could care less what the Winchesters did or how Crowley would even react. You couldn’t hold your feelings back anymore. You needed let him know how you felt. Damn those feelings.

You crawled behind Crowley before hugging him from behind, burying your face in his neck, making him go stiff at your gesture. “I appreciate you Crowley. I truly do.” You told him as you continued to hug him tighter from behind, not wanting to let go. “Thank you for everything you’ve done. For the Winchesters, for Castiel, for the world, and for me. You’ve risked your life many times even when you didn’t need to. You may be a demon, but I don’t care. You’re nicer and more caring than any human I’ve ever met, and I love you for that Crowley.” You started to tear up as you confessed everything to the one person you loved most.

Who knew telling the love of your life that you loved them would be so hard?

“Despite the way everyone always treated you, you pulled through and held up your end. You’re handsome, caring, funny, and Crowley, I can’t hold back anymore I should’ve done this a long time ago but Crowley… I-I love you. I truly do and I can’t get over it. I try to get over you by going with other guys but Crowley I can’t.” You took a deep breath finishing off your confession. “Nothing works dammit! You don’t deserve the hate you get. And even though you gave up your throne you’ll always be my king. You deserve better Crowley. You truly do.”

You quickly kissed Crowley on the cheek as you stopped hugging him. Before he had a chance to say anything, you got up and ran over to help Sam and Dean. Leaving Crowley alone to finish the spell.

If Crowley was being honest, he didn’t know how to react. She had done it again, left him shocked. Crowley had took a liking to you as soon as he met you. That was 8 years ago though, you had grown so much and the more you grew into a badass hunter and the person you are now, the more Crowley fell for you.

He knew you could never love a thing like him, or so he thought. As he fdid the spell he kept mumbling to himself. “She loves me. She cares about me.” Over and over Crowley repeated this to himself. “This bloody world really is an alternate reality.” He whispered as Sam joined him again.

“Where’s Y/N moose?”

“She’s helping Dean, Crowley. Don’t worry about it. Okay uh, Dead Sea brine, uh, mercury, lambs blood, holy oil. Okay here we go. That’s the last of it. That’s everything.”

“No it’s not.”

“What? What the hell do you mean it’s not Crowley?”

“If we wanna heal that rip, we need one more minor ingredient.”

“Okay, what?” Crowley rolled his eyes at Sam as he got up to go to you and Dean. “A life.” As Crowley walked away Sam stood up and followed him, annoyed that Crowley was bringing that up just now. “That’s not minor Crowley.”

Lucifer was kicking you and Dean’s ass. He was much more powerful than you remembered and you didn’t know how much more either of you could take. “Ah, I could do this all day.” As Lucifer threw you out of the way he leaned over Dean’s wounded body.

“You make such funny noises.” Just as you finally got on your knees, Lucifer was thrown back by an invisible force. As Sam ran to help Dean, then you, Crowley appeared in front of you as he cleared his throat.

“Surprise.” Lucifer laughed and flailed his arms and legs in excitement as he called out Crowley’s name before getting up to stand.

“You sneaky little… So I guess I get to kill you twice, huh, Crowley?”

“I doubt it.”

“Oh, no, no. You had your chance. You could’ve put me back in the cage, but you had to make it personal, didn’t you?”

As Lucifer talked your heart raced. You had no idea what Crowley’s plan was and you were scared. You couldn’t lose him. Not now.

“You’re right.” He agreed as he walked closer and closer to Lucifer. Leaving not even an arm’s length between them. “It is personal. You humiliated me. I… I hate you. Deeply. Truly. I’m gonna enjoy wiping that smug, self-satisfied look off your face. Personally.”

“You mean…this one?” Asked Lucifer as he tauntingly smiled and pointed at his face.

Crowley simply smiled as he pulled out an angel blade. “Crowley don’t be fucking dumb please. Don’t do anything stupid.” You silently pleaded to yourself. You had tears in your eyes as you watched the exchanged.

“Come on, Crowley. You know whatever you try, you’re gonna lose.”

“You’re right. But even when I lose, I win.”

A moment of silence past before Crowley chucked and smiled before he looked back at you and the boys. “Bye boys. Goodbye Y/N.” With that Crowley raised his angel blade and in one quick motion, stabbed himself in the stomach, letting out a loud gasp for air. With that, your whole world shattered.

You screamed, you screamed his name over and over with tears in your eyes as you ran your hands through your hair, not knowing what to do. As Crowley’s body hit the ground with a thud, you ran over to him. Everything else around you had gone silent. You only focused on Crowley.

You tried to hold him up. You tried everything to get him up, he couldn’t leave. Not now. Not ever.

“Come on Crowley get up. It’s okay, you’re okay. Don’t worry just get up. I got you. Please don’t Crowley.” You pleaded with him for what felt like forever. You were holding him now. One hand behind his back and another one on the back of his head.

You buried your face in his neck as you sobbed. As Crowley winced in pain you laid him on the ground, staring into his eyes, you told him over and over how much you loved him. As you spoke through your tears, Crowley’s breath hitched as he tried speaking.

“Y/-Y/N. Don’t worry about m-me love. Go with Sam and Dean. You d-don’t need to be here.” As he spoke, Crowley started to tear up. He loved you. More than he thought and damn did he think he was stupid for not telling you before now.

You shook your head as he told you to go. “No Crowley. I’m not leaving you. I’ve left you alone so many times, well not this time. I’m not going anyway. Crowley I love you. I can’t leave you here to die.”

Crowley let out a breathy chuckle “I did this to myself darling and it was worth it if it meant you were safe. Sa-save yourself. You deserve so much more than this. I’m poison love. Lu-Lucifer will kill you. Please Y/N, don’t let that bastard get the satisfaction of getting you. Run.”

You closed your eyes and silently cried as you rested your forehead against Crowley’s. Crowley moved his hands to rest on your cheeks as tears broke through.

“Please don’t cry Y/N. I love you. I love you more than anything or anyone and I’ve always loved you. You go Y/N, live your life and when your time comes I’ll be there.” As Crowley spoke you cried even more. “At least yours is the last face I see, love.” Crowley took a deep breath, knowing what was about to happen would be hard for you. But it had to be done.

“I’m so sorry for what I’m going to do Y/N. Just know, I did this because I love you and I only care whether you live or die, not me.” With that, Crowley grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your lips to his.

The feeling of his lips on yours was blissful. You never wanted it to end but Crowley needed to catch you off guard to do what he was about to do.

As if it was one step, Crowley pulled away from you as he grabbed the angel blade one last time, piercing it through his heart, resulting in a bright flash of light. When the light cleared, he was gone. All that was left was an empty vessel. You yelled and you cursed and you punched the ground and you cried. All of your emotions falling out at once.

He was dead, the king of hell, Crowley, former crossroads demon, the demon that you had grown to love for 8 years, was lastly dead. You didn’t know what to feel anymore. Rage, sorrow, pity, brokenhearted. Every, fucking, feeling was out. And damn those feelings.

You were quickly pulled from your thoughts when Sam picked you up bridal style and ran for what was left of the rip. “PUT ME DOWN SAM!” You tried fighting against his grip but it was no use.

As you reached the other side, he put you down and then you saw it. Cas’s dead vessel. Lucifer had gotten him too. As much as you considered Castiel a friend you could care less at the moment. Crowley was who you wanted. And now he was gone.

You looked at Lucifer and instant rage coursed through your veins. HE was the reason Crowley was dead. HE was the reason Crowley suffered. And now, you were hell bent on getting justice for Crowley. Just as you were about punch the devil, Mary came storming out of the house and landed hit after hit on him.

Her last punched knocked Lucifer back into the rip but right as he fell in, he grabbed Mary’s arm, pulling her in too. And just like that it was sealed. Everything on the other side, locked away forever. But then again, nothing lasts forever.

You didn’t care where Lucifer was. You weren’t going to stop till you killed him. Because of him you felt feelings of rage you’ve never felt before. Sure, those feelings may get you killed but you didn’t care. You needed to get justice for Crowley. You’d never be able to shake the feeling Crowley gave you. Damn those feelings.

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mediocrewritingsofacrazycanadian · 7 years

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Kitchen Kisses

Pairing: Derek Venturi X Reader

Show: Life With Derek

Rating: T at most (Who knows maybe M if I write more of this)

Warnings: Swearing, yelling, threats of violence

Prompt: “Come over here and make me”

The Mcdonald/Venturi house was never boring...no matter how much you all kind wished it was. There was always some crazy-ass half-baked plot or scheme or whatever going on, really all that changed from day to day was how badly it would spiral out of control, and whether or not it all ended in emotional, physical, or mental injury. Here’s a good example: This morning you’d woken up on the living room couch, which is thankfully where you passed out last night during your impromptu sleepover, which to be honest is a pretty common occurrence, like you might as well live in the Mcdonald/Venturi house at this point because you crash here so often. The waking up wasn’t the bad part, the bad part was the weird feeling on your face, a kind of itchy feeling, like the way marker ink feels on your skin after you’ve gotten bored in class and drawn all over yourself, well that feeling and what awaited you in the kitchen. You kind of shrugged it off as just an after-effect of sleep and shuffled into the kitchen for a glass of water. You pass Derek and Edwin at the kitchen island eating cereal on your way to the cupboard to grab a glass. “Morning boys.” you say through a yawn as you fill your glass and take a drink before grabbing a seat for yourself at the island.

“Morning Y/N, how’d you sleep?” Edwin asks without looking up from his bowl.

“About as good as usual” you scratched the back of your head and ruffled your definitely messy hair “and about as good as it can be with Der yelling at his game until four in the morning...” you look pointedly at Derek who is laser-focused on his cereal bowl “I’m guessing from the amount of swearing and insults that it wasn’t going too well. Am I right Derek?”

“Maybe you are and maybe you aren’t, I’ll tell you one thing though” he finally looked up at you with the cocky smirk that usually meant the he had just pulled off one of his evil plans perfectly “this morning more than makes up for it.” he winked and tapped a finger to the tip of his nose and suddenly Edwin bursts out laughing. You glance at Edwin suspiciously before narrowing your eyes at Derek in a glare that could melt plastic. “D, what did you do?”

“Oh nothing, nothing at all.” His smirk got wider. “I mean I may have wandered downstairs around five in need of a snack and I may have seen you passed out peacefully on the couch...” he got up to rinse his cereal bowl out “and maybe I say that Marti had left her markers on the coffee table...” he set his bowl in the sink and your eyes widened as it dawned on you. “and maybe I decided to draw a pretty picture on your pretty face while you were asleep.” He finished and turned around to smile at you. You jumped out of your seat and rushed upstairs to the bathroom, and what you saw in the mirror made you see red. Derek had very meticulously drawn out a portrait of himself form the shoulders up wearing a crown and it included a speech bubble saying “I’m the King.” on your forehead. You stormed back downstairs to confront him while mumbling various curses under your breath. You enter the kitchen to see him right where you left him, leaning back against the counter with his hands braced on either side of him. You stopped just inside the doorway, your hands curled into fists.

“You’re so dead Venturi, there won’t be enough left of you to bury because I will destroy you so completely!” you were breathing heavy in anger and your words came out forced, like you were pushing them through your teeth.

“Oh come on, it’s not that bad” he brought one hand to his rest over his heart “personally I think I’m a great artist, and you were an excellent canvas...minus the snoring.” his grin grew even wider and you wanted to punch it off his face. Your eyes darted to Edwin who was still sitting at the island, watching the drama unfold with excited eyes.

“Edwin you should leave the room now, before I decide that you’re at fault too and take my anger out on both of you.” You’re words were smooth and calm, only your eyes and white-knuckled fists betrayed your rage. “Besides I don’t want you to see your hero older brother reduced to a stain on the floor.”

Edwin’s eyes got even wider as he stood up and said “Bro I love you but not enough to die for you, good luck man.” he spared one last look of pity at Derek before he ran upstairs to his room. Derek’s position and face hadn’t changed at all, he still looked calm and cocky as hell.

“Well look at that, one of the Venturi brother isn’t a total fucking moron, who would’ve thunk it.” You stalked closer to Derek, stopping when you reached the island. “You wanna explain yourself? Because I’ll listen, it’s the least I can do before I kill you.” Derek cocked an eyebrow at you in response.

“It could have been a lot worse you know? I could’ve used a sharpie instead of Marti’s washable markers. I think that makes me a pretty good guy, don’t you agree?” You had to restrain yourself form vaulting over the island and beating him until he stopped breathing.

“Derek...I...I just...How do I put this?” you pretended to ponder your next words for a bit. “Oh I know! How about this? You’re a giant dumb-ass bastard with no self control or sense of decency and right now I want to knock that cocky smirk off your face so bad I can fucking taste it!” you paused for a second “Any thoughts on that D? Come on, dazzle me with the witty response I know you’re dying to say.” You crossed your arms over your chest and waited.

He nodded and looked down like he was considering what to say for a second before he looked up seriously, met your eyes, and immediately broke into loud laughter “I’m sorry Y/N but I just can’t take you seriously right now! You’re a tiny thing in pajamas with messy bedhead and a marker drawing of me on your forehead!” he doubled over holding his stomach. You took a couple deep breaths and tried to remain somewhat calm while his whole body shook with laughter. Derek was your friend believe it or not, he was a pretty good one most of the time, honestly you even consider the possibility of dating him from time to time when you guys hang out because he’s not a total fuckwad and he’s pretty cute, but right now all you could think about was beating him to death. “Derek stop laughing.” short and simple was usually best when you were this angry, if you said much more it would get much worse for you both. Derek stood up straight to look you in the eye, he was still shaking from laughing so hard and he wiped tears out of his eyes before bracing his on hands on the counter beside him again. “Why don’t you come over here and make me.” he smirked and raised an eyebrow in challenge. That was the last straw.

“Okay” you walked around the island, holding eye contact the entire time until you stood right in front of him and he had to tilt his head down to look at you while you had to crane your neck a bit to look up at him “I will.” He scoffed quietly, clearly not afraid of you.

“And just how do you plan...” you cut him off by grabbing the back of his head, tangling your hand in his messy hair, and bringing his mouth down to yours. The kiss was searing, more anger than anything else and after a few seconds when he responded and started to kiss back you pulled him away with the hand in his hair and looked up at his dumbstruck face. “What in the hell was that....?” he asked staring down at you in confusion.

“A way to shut you up, I think it worked pretty well.” You smiled, removed your hand from his hair and took a step back away from him. “Now I’m still fucking pissed off so I’m going to wash my face off and get dressed and then I’m thinking I might beat you to death with your own limbs.” you turned to walk away, half because you did need to wash your face and half because you had no idea where that had come from and you needed a minute to figure out what the hell had happened yourself. “Y/N...” Derek trailed off as you walked to the bathroom.

Derek POV

This is hilarious, Y/N is really trying to scare me, holy fuck this is fantastic, I never dreamed that their reaction would be this good, I wonder how they’re planning to stop me? “And just how do you plan..” suddenly I’m cut off by a hand tangled in my hair and a warm mouth on mine. Y/N is kissing me! I thought they were mad? What the fuck? Oh fuck it who cares. I start to respond, to kiss back and move closer and as soon as I do they pull away, the kiss is over as soon as it started. ‘What in the hell was that....?” I question quietly, totally confused and alright a bit turned on honestly. The words coming out of Y/N’s mouth don’t register at all, probably because I’m focused on their lips and not the sounds coming from them. I think it was something about washing their face and beating me but I don’t know...and then they’re walking away from me and I’m whispering their name and I don’t know if it’s a plea for more or a question.

What the fuck just happened? Did what I think happened actually happen or was it a dream? Did Y/N actually just kiss me? What was that? Why did it happen? And most importantly: Can it happen again? For longer? Maybe with less clothes? All these thoughts raced through Derek’s head while he tried to figure out just how his little prank had turned into you angrily kissing him against the kitchen counter....and exactly why he liked it so much....

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Reverse-Gravity Falls Ch.2

----10 minutes ago---- Sticking to the tree line Pacifica checked if the area was clear, everyone was inside the tent and was probably mesmerised by the crazy twins and their magic tricks but it wouldn't help anyone if she was seen by one of the indentured slaves of the Mystery Twins. Sticking low for dramatic effect Pacifica bee lined for the back of the tent where she knew they would be keeping Mabel's precious muse. Once at the back entrance Pacifica checked if anyone he'd noticed her, thankfully the immediate area was clear but Crazy Candy and Gorilla Grenda could be around any corner and she didn't have any spare shiny things to distract them with this time. Sticking to the shadows, ducking behind large boxes and walking like an Egyptian Pacifica was quickly able to get to the dressing room of one Ms. Mabel Pines A.K.A Mystery Twin A.K.A crazy stabby girl. Slinking into the room she made sure to quietly close the door so no one would hear her, though with the music and applause she doubted anyone would hear an elephant drop dead. Turning around, and unsurprised, Pacifica found Gideon tied to a chair in the middle of the room, tape over his mouth with a lipstick kiss on it, the top few buttons of his shirt undone and his hair messed with. Sighing Pacifica walked over and ripped the tape off in one go, clamping her hand ver his mouth immediately so to cover his scream of pain. "Seriously, again? You've got to say No to her." Opening her satchel Pacifica pulled out her Swiss Army knife and proceeded to cut her way through the ropes. "Saying no isn't really an option when they can just pick you up and throw you over their shoulders like a sack of potatoes. Besides she didn't stick around too long, they needed to practise for their latest trick so I got lucky she didn't have time to do anything too serious. That, and I'm lucky you're always carrying your pocket knife" Gideon's lips burned as he gave Pacifica a smile, normally by now he'd have a few scratches and bites in... places as Mabel could get a bit too excited but if there was one thing that could pull her away from him it was the applause of a loving crowd. Afterwards her efforts would double, if he was still there. "No, you're lucky Mabel hasn't figured to start using chains yet. Ropes I can cut but I am not learning to pick locks to save your ass" cutting through the last of the ropes she pulled them off Gideon "now let's hustle before someone finds us" ----Now---- Dipper sighed as the numerous objects of various levels of sharpness flew above his and Wendy's head in a manner similar to that of a hurricane, and right at the centre was his angry sister who just discovered her boy toy was gone. He could feel how tense Wendy was as she lay on top of him, he couldn't blame her as working for he and his sister was a good job, provided Mabel was kept in a good mood which all signs pointed to as the crowd loved their new trick. But now Mabel was angry and when she was angry people tended to get hurt. Dipper had no delusions of what Wendy thought of them, she was pleasant enough when they spoke but he could tell by her voice, glancing into her eyes, she was scared of them. Which wouldn't do as he had plans, some of them involving her, and they wouldn't come to fruition in their current relationship. "Tell me, what plans do you have after this?" Dipper tried to sound interested in what plans the red head had, but the tone of his voice sounded uninterested, the correct tone needed in his voice was one of the few things he couldn't comprehend. "Um, well me and some of my friends were going to check out an old convenience store" her voice wavered just a little, afraid he would actually take an interest in her plans "It's been abandoned for like, 20 years" Dipper knew of what she was talking about, the old store was in a part of town only truckers drove through to either get into or out of Gravity Falls, otherwise it was abandoned. Which presented an opportunity to Dipper, if he wanted to scare Wendy further he'd be smiling right now. "Do you mind if Mabel and I come along, it just might brighten her mood a little." Now he felt Wendy go as stiff as a board against him, he didn't even need to look at her to tell what was going through her mind, and he wouldn't be surprised if she was wide eyed and hadn't blinked for the last minute. "I don't know, my friends aren't really the type to..." "If not, then I'm not sure when Mabel's little temper tantrum will end, if she doesn't have something to look forward to we could be here for hours, maybe all night" "Alright alright, if you get your sister to stop you can come check the store out with us" Wendy said quickly, it was better to spend a few hours with these two in an open space than all night in such a tight one. She just had no idea how she was going to square it with the others or how Dipper was going to stop Mabel.

"Excellent, I'll go tell Mabel the good news" sliding Wendy on to the floor beside him Dipper's bolo neck tie began to glow at the same time as his eyes. Standing up straight into the small hurricane Dipper was able to slide the flying objects away from him, simply imagining a wedge between him and the objects. While Mabel was all about show of force and brute control, both with her powers and life in general, Dipper preferred a more controlled and subtle way of doing things. Which made walking through her temper tantrums all the more easier. "That's enough Mabel," Dipper said as he stood in front of her glowing sister, even her hair waving in the air as if she was underwater "We have plans tonight." As she looked at Dipper with her blazing turquoise eyes Mabel looked like she was about to scream something at him, but instead as she slowly floated back to the ground the various objects stopped moving and just dropped to the floor. Her eyes back to normal, her hair a mess Mabel glared at Dipper and asked through clenched teeth "What. Plans?" "Wendy and her friends are taking us to the abandoned convenience store on the edge of town, the one that's been closed for 30 years" straightening his bolo Dipper watched as Mabel went from barely controlled seething anger to one thinking of fun times and happy thoughts, not for other people of course but for herself. "Oh really, then I might just have me some fun, dear brother. Let me freshen up then we'll go meet tonight's entertainment. CANDY!. GRENDA!" Turning on her heels Mabel stormed off back into her dressing room with Candy and Grenda appearing from nowhere and running after her. "I suppose you should thank me for..." Looking over his shoulder Dipper saw Wendy was already gone, probably scurrying away as soon as his and Mabel's attention was drawn elsewhere. One one hand he was annoyed, he didn't like people sneaking away from him, but on the other he didn't have to act like a gentlemen without Wendy around. * Dipper adjusted his bolo tie after putting on a fresh, but still turquoise, shirt he glanced out of bedroom window to see Wendy talking to her friends as they stepped out of the minivan. Turning he was just in time to see Mabel slip a throwing knife up each of her sleeves as Candy followed her around the room and finished brushing her hair. "The cattle have arrived" he said as he threw Mabel a pair of black gloves before putting his own on "I would appreciate it if you didn't slaughter them in front of our home" "As if you know how to appreciate anything," Mabel snorted to herself "you just spent the last half hour in a room with two defenceless teenage girls and didn't try anything with them" grabbing Candy from behind her Mabel pulled her in front of her and hugged her from behind, feeling Candy's face burn with embarrassment as one hand slowly travelled down her top, giggling to herself as she watched Dipper cock an eyebrow. "Besides bro bro, you mean it'd be problematic, but you'll be happy to hear that I don't plan on killing them, just giving them a few cuts until they learn who's boss" "Everyone knows Mabel is the boss" Candy chimed in as she was let go, giving her the chance to put down the brush and add a turquoise bow to the end of Mabel's hair to keep it together, should she get excited later. "True, but you never know when you'll have to educate someone" Mabel smiled to herself as she slid her gloves on. Looking herself over in the mirror Mabel was happy with the results, there wouldn't be a person alive who didn't notice her tonight. "Well, time to go make their evening." As Mabel left the bedroom Dipper followed suit, but stopped as he felt Candy gently tug on his shirt sleeve. "Um. Do you think we could. Maybe. Sometime. Go. Out?" Candy asked quietly, her face burning a deeper red than when Mabel hugged her a moment ago, Dipper smirking to himself as she slowly began to pull his right glove off. "Well, I'm sure we can come to-" getting cut off Dipper got a harsh slap from Mabel on his hand, her eyes glowing turquoise as she pointed a finger right into his face "You Don't Mess With My People" she growled as she watched Dipper roll his eyes, looking at Candy her eyes glowed brighter. "And you, find out where Grenda is and get Gideon back here NOW!" Grabbing Dipper by his bolo tie Mabel dragged him out of the room and down the stairs. "Kids, where you going at this time of night?" They heard Stan shout from another room, before Dipper was able to give a proper answer Mabel screamed back "To an abandoned building to do blood sacrifices" "Just don't get blood on your clothes or leave any finger prints" Stan shouted back in an almost uncaring voice "What do you think we are, AMATEURS?" Mabel screamed at the top of her lungs as the door glowed and slammed behind them, the glass cracking slightly. Then completely as a turquoise glowing stone flew through them.

Stomping her way to the minivan and dragging Dipper along, her eyes stopped glowing as they got closer, ignoring Wendy completely as she tried to introduce her friends. Standing in front of the minivan's door she crossed her arms and waited for a couple of seconds before shouting "Well? Don't you know it's impolite to maker a lady open her own door?" Getting the reaction she wanted, Thompson quickly scrambled to the minivan and, after tripping over his own feet, slid open the door for her and held his breath as Mabel glared at him while he made sure with every ounce of will power not to look at her directly. "I suppose you'll do for now" stepping into the minivan Mabel crossed her arms and legs, making sure not to look at anyone as they climbed into the van. "Is Mabel going to be like that all night?" Wendy whispered to Dipper before getting into the van "She should be in a better mood when we reach the store, besides, she's got a temporary toy to play with for tonight so she'll at least be distracted" as Dipper passed Thompson he patted his shoulder and remarked "You have my sympathies" as he climbed into the minivan, earning a glare from Mabel. * After an uncomfortable drive to the abandoned store, no one daring to talk or make a sound as they could feel Mabel glaring into the back of their heads, accept for Tambry who was focused solely on her phone and even dared to take a picture of Dipper and Mabel, who changed her expression quicker than anyone thought possible to one of happiness and blowing a kiss to all her fans while Dipper stuck to her usual smooth and cool expression. As soon as the photo was taken Mabel went back to her bad mood and Dipper to his mood of uncaring. As they arrived at the closed down store everyone was happy to jump out of the car, Thompson quickly running around the minivan to open the door for Mabel, who stuck her hand out for him now to take. His hand shaking as he lightly touched Mabel's she jumped out of the car, a smile on her face as she turned to Dipper and said "See, anyone can be taught the proper manners" Humming to herself Mabel wandered over to the chain link fence that surrounded the old store as Dipper climbed out of the van, watching as Thompson breathed his way though a small panic attack. Looking over the store he was surprised the old neon sign still worked, with exception to a few missing letters, random bits of litter and leaves having been blown onto the grounds over the years. To say it was 20 years abandoned the place was remarkably well kept. "There it is fellers, the condemned Dusk 2 Dawn." Wendy smiled as she looked over the place "They say that a bunch of people were murdered in there and sold as Hot Dog's, and their blood put in the soda's and their brains dried out, made into powder then put on the doughnuts. Now it's haunted." "As charming as a homicidal maniac who knows how to recycle is, how are we supposed to get inside?" Dipper asked not seeing a get in the fence anywhere near them. "Duh, we climb the fence" Robbie sparked, pointing to the top of the fence where some barb wire had been cut and pulled out of the way "or is that too hardcore for the 'Mystery Twins'?" About to snap at Robbie, Wendy stopped as she heard Dipper chuckle to himself, just as condescending as his voice. "Tell me, have you ever danced with the Devil in the pale moon light?" Dipper asked as he walked over to the area of the fence where the bard wire had been pulled back "Er what?" Robbie asked confused for a second "as if you have either" "Of course I have. Mabel loves a moonlight dance, the trouble is getting her to keep her clothes on" smirking to himself Dipper turned so his back was to the fence and cupped his hands, without anyone noticing Mabel had moved from the group and was now running straight at Dipper, in perfect synch Dipper launched Mabel over the fence who flipped and landed perfectly. "If any of you are trying to think of me naked, you better not forget my birthmark," Mabel purred as she looked over her shoulder making everyone blush "It's in the exact shape of your lips and it's on my right ass cheek, so you know exactly where to kiss" sticking her ass out slightly she shook her hips as she laughed, Dipper making short work of the fence as he landed smoothly. "Well? What are you waiting for? THOMPSON, GET YOUR BUTT OVER THAT FENCE NOW!"

Snapping everyone back to reality Thompson quickly tried to climb the fence and struggled for a few seconds before managing to get over the top then fall, his large stomach breaking his fall, everyone else following suit but landing normally. Walking up to the store Wendy pearled inside, a thick coating of dust covering everything inside including the window blocking her view slightly, the lack of light not helping of course. "It must be stuck or something" Robbie said as he tried to open the doors but neither budging "Tell me, are you useful for anything?" Dipper asked as a stepped back and got a full view of the building "What you think you can get it open? Let me guess you're going to pick the lock or levitate the door open?" Robbie mocked, earning a glare from Mabel, her eyes glowing slightly as she slowly slid a throwing knife from her sleeve, but stopped as she saw Dipper gesture for her to do so. "Nothing so razzle dazzle I assure you," unbuttoning her cuffs Dipper rolled his sleeves up to her elbows "But something that will get results" Running around the corner Dipper leapt onto the garbage bin and, grabbing onto the gutter, swung himself up onto the roof of the building. Walking up to the grate that was connected to the air conditioner it began to glow as, gesturing with two fingers, it ripped off flew past him as he slid down the now open chute. With everyone pressing against the glass they saw a murky shape walk from the back of the shop and as it got close they saw it was Dipper, who pushed the door bar and opened the store to everyone. "Ladies first" Dipper said as stepped aside letting Mabel, Wendy and Tambry walk into the store first, a superior look on his face as he looked at Robbie, goading him into trying something. As everyone stood in the dark convenience store they couldn't help but point out how creepy everything in the darkness, as they split up and walked through the store Mabel grabbed Thompson by the arm and gave him the privelage of walking with her, even if he did make whining noises, not sure what to do and say. "So, where do you think they chopped up the bodies?" Mabel whispered into Thompson's ear as she pressed his arm against her chest, making him stiffen like a plank and too afraid to talk, and making her smile sadistically. "Hey guys, do you think these still work?" Wendy's voice shouted from the back end of the store, a second later the lights flickered on along with all the machines, the slushee machine starting to turn its internal machinery and hot dog machine turning it's none existent hot dogs. "This is so cool, what do we do now?" Lee asked as they gathered at the back with Wendy "We are the music-makers, we are the dreamers of dreams" Dipper quoted as he walked towards them, an opened large bottle of soda in one hand, a handful of mints in the other. "So, what can you dream of?" Pushing the mints into the bottle Dipper quickly threw it at the crowd, making them all dodge the exploding soda, except for Mabel who pushed Thompson in front of it making him take the full brunt. "Dipper you are so going to pay for that" Mabel giggled as she grabbed a random packet of cakes, opened them and threw them in Dipper's direction, soon enough cakes and candy of every kind was flying through the air in random directions. "Look at this, Dipper Pines acting like a normal teenager and having fun" Wendy chuckled as she took cover with him, narrowly missing a cupcake to the face. "Even starting it" "I never start anything I can't finish, now if you don't mind I need to track down a certain sister" grabbing a packet of something squishy and random Dipper kept low as he moved out of sight. Wendy watching as he did and smirking to herself. Running down the isle and giggling to herself Mabel suddenly stopped as she stood in front of a large pink display. "Smile Dip? I thought I'd never get to eat this again" she smiled to herself, a manic glee overflowing her face. As she reached to grab a packet a hand suddenly grabbed her wrist. "There's a reason for that Mabel, I'm not going to let you eat any of that stuff" Dipper said seriously as Mabel slowly turned to look at him, her overly happy expression not changing as she did. As her headband began to glow Dipper felt himself lifted off the floor and suddenly thrown across the store, landing into Thompson who provided a surprising comfortable landing. Sighing to himself Dipper knew it was too late, she'd be through half a dozen packets already and the damage was done. He would've liked her help but it's not like he couldn't handle it himself. Standing Dipper slipped into the back as everyone was distracted.

As a balloon full of slushee flew at him Robbie tried to dive behind the counter for cover, but still received the frozen balloon filling on his back as he slammed into the floor, groaning he opened his eyes and saw the chalk outlines. Gasping in surprise he scrambled back a little before smiling and standing up "Hey guys, check this out" he called out. As they crowded around they all saw the outlines of two people on the floor. "Woah, guess the rumours were true" Lee said, Tambry next to him taking a picture with her phone. "Dare someone to lay in it" "Where's 'Mr Mystery'? Bet he doesn't have the guts to do it" Robbie smirked as he looked around "Why don't you do it?" Wendy pushed him closer to the chalk outlines "You've been talking big all night, step up for once" "Fine. I will" Looking down at the outlines Robbie imagined the two bodies just laying there, slowly decaying and rotting until the become dust. shaking his head and ignoring the shivers rushing across his body he stepped into the line and laid down, taking the pose of the outline "See, no big deal" he smirked. Suddenly the lights started to flicker, pulsing on and off as the machines starting and stopping until finally they stopped for good. Looking around everyone had a nervous look on their face as the outline Robbie was in began to glow, Tambry looking up from her phone for a second and taking a picture. Suddenly she began to glow and seemingly ripped in half she disappeared, her phone dropping to the floor as everyone screamed in shock and backing away from where she was. "Where is she? Where's Tambry?" Lee shouted as he looked around the store, the flickering lights starting to hurt his eyes. "There" Wendy shouted as she pointed to security monitor, in it was Tambry pounding against the glass and trying to say something but no sound came out. Gingerly she stepped closer as she shouted at the screen "Tambry. Tambry can you hear us?" "Oh man this is so messed up, what are we supposed to do?" Lee said through nearly hyperventilating, backing into the hot dog and soda stand. "I don't know man I don't know" Nate said "D...do we help Tambry?" "Forget that we need to get out of here" Robbie shouted as he jumped over the counter and ran for the glass doors, which slammed shut and he slammed into them, both the glass doors glowing turquoise. "Oh yeah great idea genius" Nate said sarcastically as Robbie picked himself up off the floor, suddenly he started to glow and as with Tambry he seems to seemed to be ripped in half. "Nate. Where did he go?" Lee asked as he looked all around, hearing a scream he turned and saw the bird on front of a cereal box using its spoon to try and scoop out Nate's guts "oh man, oh man. This is messed up" Lee said as he took off is hat to wipe the sweat off his brow, backing away from the cereal box until he bumped into someone. Looking over his shoulder he saw Mabel staring at him with turquoise glowing eyes and a large grin on her face. "Welcome." She said in a deep voice making Lee to jump backward and cry out in surprise "To your graves." Raising a hand Thompson started to float in the air before being thrown at the dance arcade machine, splitting in half and disappearing just before he hit it. As Wendy, Robbie and Lee started to back away Mabel started to float in the air like she was a puppet on strings, Thompson's sobbing from the machine filling the store. "They got Mabel" Wendy cried out as they started to back down the isles. "Who's they?" Robbie asked as he tried throwing a box of something at Mabel who swatted it aside and started to chuckle in the deep voice "Out of my way I'm going through" Lee shouted as he grabbed a bag of kitty litter and charged straight for Mabel, as he swung at Mabel the bag stopped suddenly and he couldn't move, his body glowing as he began floating slightly. Watching, he was horrified as Mabel twisted her head around in a complete 360 turn before looking at him again. "Restock of hot dogs" watching him scream Mabel began laughing as Lee was ripped in half and disappeared, his scream appearing behind her in the Hot Dog turn over "Now Half Off" she laughed as the two throwing knives slid out of her sleeves and grabbed them. Looking forwards she saw Wendy and Robbie had reached the frozen section at the back of the store. "This isn't how I'm supposed to die" Robbie cried as he watched the knives float in the air and point straight at him and Wendy "I'm supposed to go after a huge drug binge when I'm the worlds best rock star surrounded by every prostitute in the state" "Really?" Was all Wendy could say as she watched Robbie close his eyes, tears running down his face. Turning back she saw the knives suddenly stop in mid air, a thicker turquoise glow covering it. "Enough."

As the knives turned and planted themselves into the flood Wendy looked where the stern voice was coming from, and had never been so happy to see Dipper in her life, his bolo tie and eyes glowing as he stepped in front of her, a stern and angry look on his face. "Release everyone now or face my power, spirit" walking towards Mabel Dipper's hands began to glow as the possessed Mabel laughed loudly. Thrusting his hand forward Mabel was sent flying backwards into the glass doors where she was pinned, with each step it became harder for Dipper to move forwards as Mabel tried to pull herself off the dorm coming to a full stop at the end of the shelves Dipper thrust his free hand forwards, leaning forwards and planting his feet on the ground as Mabel was pushed back against the doors. "Holy crap he's doing it" Wendy whispered to herself as she sat on the floor, her legs having given out when she realised how close the knife was to stabbing her in the face "he can win. GO ON DIPPER KICK THEIR ASS!" She screamed at the top of her voice, watching as Dipper's whole body began to glow Gritting his teeth with effort Dipper watched as Mabel slowly pulled herself off the door, hearing her say in her deep voice "we don't like that sort of LANGUAGE!" As she roared the last word Dipper found himself blasted backwards. He just enough time to be surprised they'd been able to blast through his power before slamming into the refrigerator door, cracking the glass, before slumping to the ground. "It Begins" Mabel's deep voice rang out through the store as Dipper shook his head clear, suddenly everyone and everything started to float upwards until they hit the ceiling "Welcome To Your Prison For All Eternity" "Dipper get up, you've got to do something" Wendy said desperately as she grabbed his arm and shook him "you nearly had them before, do it again" "It won't work" Looking around Dipper saw Robbie dive into the ice fridge, he looked and sounded annoyed but mostly with himself. As the slushee machine slammed into the ceiling he grabbed Wendy and made a run for it "I didn't think they could but they have, they've got control of Mabel's powers" "Who are they?" Wendy asked as they climbed into the cupboard underneath the machine and closed the door, hearing her pounding heart in her ears with Mabel's disturbing deep laughter that she tried to block out by covering her ears "The people who died here 20 years ago, the people who now haunt this place and punish any and all those that enter. The owners of Dusk 2 Dawn. If it were just them I could be rid of them easy enough, but with Mabel's powers added to their own I might not be able to beat them" He hadn't considered this possibility at all, though wild and seemingly unstable Mabel's will was a strong as his own and no spirit would be able to posses her without her permission. But something had weakened it, distracted her and kept her mind elsewhere as her body and powers were now used against him. What were the odds of running into Smile Dip? "You can't beat them? Then just get me close enough and I'll knock your sister out the we'll be able to escape through a window or something" reaching for the door Wendy was stopped as Dipper grabbed her wrist "Mabel isn't the problem, it's the spirits. Knocking her on the head won't stop them but I may have a way with dealing with them." Pulling off his right glove Dipper held his hand in front of Wendy as is began to glow "What are you willing to give to save your friends?" "What?" Wendy asked unable to understand what Dipper was talking about and why his hand was suddenly glowing, or why a voice in the back of her head was warning her about the hand. "Make a deal with me Wendy, the more your willing to give up the stronger I'll temporarily become so I can destroy the spirits, save my sister and your friends." Suddenly the glow became a blue flame around Dipper's hand, leaning away from it Wendy was nearly scared of it until she caught Dipper's eyes, they were pleading with her. "Please Wendy, help me save Mabel, and your friends" "What am I willing to give?" Wendy asked herself out loud, surprised that Dipper was asking for her help. He'd always seemed so proud and strong, needing no one's help and barely caring for anyone any anything. But here he was, the towns infamous Dipper Pines asking her for help to save what was the one person he cared about more than himself in the world. "I'd give everything" As she reached for the hand Dipper suddenly smiled victoriously, grabbing her hands as he said "I love it when they say that"

Watching as Wendy's face went from one of confusion and surprise to a blank expression Dipper watched as the flame covered his own and her body, feeling his power increasing he couldn't stop himself from smiling, with a flick of his wrist the slushee machine and cupboard exploded in every direction, he and Wendy floating as he held onto her hand. "I suppose I should thank you spirits, though my plans deviated the outcome is still the one I wanted," clicking his fingers a blue flaming circle appeared on the ceiling above Mabel and chains shot out, wrapping around Mabel and pinning her to the ceiling "I also found something to use on my sister should I ever need to bribe her." "Insolent brat, your deaths shall be a thousand times upon a thousand times, each more horrifying than the last" Mabel shouted as she glowed brighter but was unable to break the chains "Doubtful, my time in this world will be long and great, while yours has passed spirits. Release my sister now or be torn to pieces and be cast into Limbo for all eternity" reaching out with his hand the flames stated to spread across Mabel's body, leaving no burns but she still screamed as if her soul was on fire. after a few seconds Mabel stopped glowing and two spirits removed themselves from Mabel's body, as they formed themselves into the old store owners their forms were still aflame with the blue fire, each trying to pat the flame out but only spreading it more. Looking around Dipper noticed a small snow globe sitting against the ceiling, motioning with two fingers it flew right at into his hand. "It's no silver mirror but it'll do. Time to finish this" grasping the snow globe Dipper started chanting, his flames and those on the ghosts increasing until they lost their form, being sucked until the snow globe as they cried out in protest until they were completely gone. As the store stood quiet in darkness the only light was that of the street lamps outside and the flames on Dipper, Wendy and the chains holding Mabel. As the flames died down they were replaced by a turquoise glow as the lights flickered back on and everything that had been held up by the ghosts crashed down onto the floor again, floating himself, Wendy and Mabel to the floor he looked at the snow globe, seeing the miniature ghosts. Slamming their fists against the side and mutely protesting. Slipping it into his pocket Dipper took a deep breath and sighed, feeling a little drained after his power boost. "Ow. Man what happened?" Nate asked as he crawled out from under a pile of cereal boxes, the others crawling out from under stuff at the same time. "I'll tell you what happened, this guy screwed with us" Robbie said as he crawled out of the ice fridge, his clothes completely soaked from the melted ice and his sneakers making a squishing sound as he walked. "He's been acting like a big man all night then puts us through this nightmare, his sister was in on it too. Just to get a laugh at how scared we were" Walking up to Dipper, his threatening tone somewhat diminished by his squishing sneakers, and grabbed him by the shirt "well guess what asshole, it's pay back time" As Robbie pulled his first back his other hand was grabbed and ripped off Dipper, suddenly grabbed by the throat he was chocked slightly as he was thrown back and slammed into the floor, looking up he was shocked to see Wendy standing in front of Dipper. "You complete asshole Robbie. Dipper saved us and the first thing you can do is blame him for everything. You wouldn't have seen it, hiding in the ice like the coward you are, but Dipper risked his life to save yours, and Mabel's, and mine. If you touch him, or threaten him again, I'm going to break every bone in your arm, got it?" Wendy glared at Robbie who, along with the others, held a stunned look on their faces. Feeling Dipper's hand on her shoulder Wendy turned around and hugged him, catching him by surprise slightly. As she let go Wendy blushed slightly as she looked at Dipper and said "Thank you"

"No problem. Mind helping me with Mabel." Hearing Mabel groan slightly Dipper went to check the damage, nothing on the outside but there was no telling about her mind "Mabel. You look terrible" "I will stab you in your sleep" Mabel groaned as she sat up "Then string your corpse up like a scarecrow in the middle of town as a warning to everyone else" She was fine. Helping Mabel to her feet, and grabbing an unopened box of Smile Dip, Dipper, Wendy and Mabel left the store, closely followed by everyone else. as they got closer to minivan Thompson ran ahead and opened the door for Mabel, who simply tapped him twice on the cheek as she passed, and was closely followed by Dipper and Wendy, who rested her head on Dipper and instantly fell a sleep, the others piling into the minivan after them. "So bro bro, all good?" Mabel asked as she yawned "Something new to add to our collection, and something for my personal use. A good night all around I think." Dipper smirked as he felt Wendy snuggle closer to him. "Not to mention, these" holding up the box of Smile dip he heard Mabel groan as if she was about to throw up at the site of them.

#Gravity Falls #Mabel #Dipper #Wendy #Robbie

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