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marvelsbetch · 3 years

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Peter Parker’s field trip part 3

-Peter's POV-

After lunch Owen grouped us all

back together, including Wade, and took us around more labs. There was nothing particularly special about any of them until the corridor we were walking down became all too familiar. We stopped infront of a door to a lab, the door to my lab. Oh God.

"Now, for those of you who don't know and haven't guessed it yet, your class mate Peter works here. This is his lab and I was wondering if he would allow us to see what's inside. Peter?" Owen announced looking directly at me.

"Fine but you have to swear not to touch anything and not discuss anything you see with others." I warned them as I swiped my card and held the door open to all of them.

They all filled in and started looking around cautiously and with amazement. Many people noticed the prototype suits on mannequins at the back of the room. I was helping Dad, Pops, Bucky and Wanda with new designs for suits as well as trying to improve mine. It's been a challenge but we're making steady progress.

"Peter, Mr Stark has told me to ask you to open your connecting doors." F.R.I.D.A.Ys voice rang out across the room.

"Oh dear lord." I sighed and moved to open one of the other doors in the room that connected mine and Dads lab.

There was also a door connecting to a storage closet filled with various building parts. The other doors lead to a bathroom, Pops' art room, The training room and a testing room. There was lots of doors but thankfully I labelled them all.

"What do y-" I started but cut myself off when I opened the door and saw the guardians stood in Dad's lab. Frick!

"Mini Peter!" Drax yelled pulling me into a very tight hug. What's with the bone crushing hugs today?

"What're you all doing here?" I asked pushing Drax away from me.

"Can't we visit our favourite earthling without a reason?" Peter asked putting his arm around me.

"You sound like Thor." I told him shrugging his arm off.

"Don't insult me like that." Peter told me jokingly serious.

"How come I don't get any love?" Wade asked appearing behind me.

"Hey! What am I here for?" I asked him trying to sound offended.

"Beside you." He said putting an arm around my waist and resting his head on mine.

"Hands off Wade." Dad warned with a scowl on his face glaring at my boyfriend.

"Alright Stark, alright." Wade said sarcastically and put his hands up before slowly backing away.

"Don't push me, I'm already letting you stay in my tower, and sleep in his room for that matter." Dad gestures to me with an angry look on his face.

"Moving on, why're there a bunch of gawping teenagers stood behind you?" Peter asked gesturing to my class.

"Well, this is my science class from school. They're gasping because no one believed me when I said I had an internship here but I've proven to have more than that." I explained taking Wade's hand in mine much to Dad's disappointment.

"Anyway, what're you doing next? When're these losers leaving?" Peter asked putting his arm around my shoulders.

"We're visiting the training rooms with Steve, Nat, Clint, Bucky, T,Challa, Wanda, Vision, Strange and Loki." Dad explained making me groan and put my head on Wade's shoulder in annoyance.

"And then they're staying the night and visiting Avengers Tower tomorrow." I told him from Wade's shoulder.

"Avengers Tower?" Drax asked confused.

"It's kind of like our mother ship. It's where we're briefed and de-briefed about our missions and meet up for various things. We used to use this tower but it's less used now." Dad explained.

"They still use it sometimes though. Say, for example, to embarrass me." I said sarcastically lifting my head up.

"Aww, come on Pete, don't you love seeing us all day?" Dad teased grabbing my cheek.

"Not when your soul purpose is to embarrass me infront of my class. Other times, I couldn't thing is anything better." I told him making him smirk.

"Come on then, let's go see everyone train." Dad said clapping his hands together and leading the group through one of my doors and directly into the training room.

"Ah, Midtown I presume. Welcome to the Avengers training room." Pops introduced gesturing to the room around us.

There was treadmills, weight lifts, cross trainers, workout bikes and much more. Over in an empty corner Strange, Wanda and Uncle Loki were practicing their magic where as every one else was doing normal physical training.

"So, who wants to fight an Avenger?" Aunt Nat asked looking across all the students in front of her. "You, with the stupid grin. Come up here." Nat instructed pointing to Flash. Oh dear lord.

Flash confidently made his way up to Nat and just stood there doing nothing. Nat showed him a proper fighting stance and told him to attack. The next few seconds was Nat pinning Flash to the mat before he could react.

"I wasn't ready." Flash breathed out from the floor.

"No one is. That's why she's good at what she does." Pops told him smirking at me. "Why don't you have a go?" He asked me.

"No I'm good. Do you want to?" I asked gesturing to the mat and Nat.

"Oh come on kid. Live a little." Pops coaxed with a smug grin on his face.

"Fine." I sighed detaching myself from Wade and standing in front of Nat. I got into a fighting stance and we started fighting.

After 10 minutes of back and forth between me and Nat I eventually pinned her to the mat to the astonishment to my class.

“Well Peter, good to know nothing's changed." Pops grinned passing me my water bottle and a granola bar.

"Thanks Pops." I said with out thinking.

“Right, now we're gonna teach you basic self defence. We'll split you into groups and go from there." Pops explained turning to my class when an alarm went off.

"Code Green! Natasha and Peter to Dr Banners lab please." F.R.I.D.A.Ys automated voice rang out.

Me and Natasha took off running as fast as we could to Bruce's lab and stopped in front of the door for a brief moment. We could hear crying? Slowly, we opened the door and found Hulk sat on the floor crying.

"Hulk?" I cautiously asked stepping forward.

"Spider Boy!" Hulk yelled pulling me into a tight hug. "Hulk miss his spider boy!" He cried.

"Okay big guy. Why were you crying?" Natasha asked placing her hand on his arm.

"Lonely. Bad Human kept me trapped." Hulk explained as more tears fell.

"Okay buddy, put me down and we can hang out with you for a bit. How does that sound?" I offered.

"Thank you spider boy." Hulk said giving me one last squeeze, breaking my last rib and placing me on the floor.

"So, what do you want to do?" Nat asked sitting on the floor next to Hulk.

"Play outside!" Hulk whined. When did he become so child like?

"Okay, wanna play tag?" I offered thinking back to childhood games.

"Tag?" Hulk asked.

"It's where we run around and touch people gently. The person you touch is then 'tagged' and you must run away from them. You understand?" I explained.

Hulk slowly nodded so Nat took him outside while I called Dad to explain what happened.

"Hey kid, you okay?" Dad asked with my entire class looking at him.

"Yeah he was just lonely and in a mood with Banner. Me and Nat are gonna play some tag with him if that's okay. We'll either be on the roof or balcony." I explained to him.

"Okay stay safe." Dad told me before waving.

"I will. See you later." I said waving back and hanging up the phone.

-2 hours later-

After playing tag with Hulk for way too long we managed to get Banner back. The only think was, we promised Hulk to speak to him later. While my class will still be here. Hopefully he doesn't get scared or feel threatened and we can have a nice and calm conversation with him. We walked back to the training room but no one was there so I called Dad to see where he was.

"Hey, where've you all gone?" I asked.

"We're in the penthouse. How was playing tag with Hulk?" He asked.

"It was fun. We promised we would speak to him later so we need to talk to the class and explain otherwise he may feel threatened or angry." I explained to him getting into the elevator to take us to the penthouse.

"Okay, I'll gather everyone and you three can explain to them." He said.

"Right I'll see you in a minute." I told him before hanging up.

We got to the penthouse and found my whole class plus teacher stood in the living room like they were waiting for something. I walked in with Nat and Banner on either side of me and they all looked visibly shocked.

"Okay, quick announcement if you're all going to be staying the night. What happened before was a 'code green' that means the Hulk. Now, not every time he's here he's angry, so for instance today, sometimes he's just lonely. We managed to get Banner back but promised we would speak to him later so if anyone hears a code green do not freak out. Don't go up to him or anything but don't freak out. That's what'll make him intimidated and angry and that's when people get hurt. Do I make myself clear?" Nat asked giving each individual a piercing glare.

"Yes Miss Romanov." They all said simultaneously.

"Now, you have one hour before food to explore the penthouse. Any door with a red square is a prohibited area, it's mainly bedrooms though. Have fun and don't break anything." Dad warned.

As soon as he finished everyone scattered and tried to find something interesting to look at. Me, Wade, Ned, MJ, Dad, Pops, Nat and Banner all just sat on the sofa and started a movie. As time went on the rest of the Avengers along with Thor, Loki, Shuri and T'challa came in and started to watch the movie with us. We briefly heard and saw my class mates walking around and looking at things in the hallways. They were all very interested in the littlest things.

An hour soon went by and we called everyone back in to talk about food and what we should order. We ended up with Pizza cause who doesn't like that? We ordered 35 because there was a lot of us and I needed like 4 to myself, it was 15 margaritas, 5 Hawaiian, 5 BBQ chicken, 5 vegetarian and 5 meat lover. All large and all delicious. True beauty. We all sat in the living room and no where else would fit us all and ate in pretty must silence.

"So Peter, how come you know the Avengers?" Christie asked.

"The internship. I work closely with Mr Stark and just met everyone from there. It stared with working in projects all night to having sleepovers and it all progressed from there." I explained. It felt weird to call Dad Mr Stark again after all this time of calling him Dad.

"Patricia, how did you get the internship. Stark Industries don't usually hire teenagers." Mrs Robbins asked trying to be polite but made one big mistake. Patricia.

"Well I found Videos of Peter's work on YouTube. I'd also bumped into him at Oscorp at one of your other field trips." Dad explained with emphasis on 'Peter'. Mrs Robbins seemed uncomfortable with Dad's use of my name.

"Well what type of thing do you work on?" Al asked.

"All sorts. Started with building small robots to help with small mundane tasks then working on bigger robots with Mr Stark and then working on suits and weapons for everyone. Now I'm designing them as you all saw before. Btw Wanda, I need you to come to my lab at some point this week to check hour suit out." I informed.

"Okay, maybe after food we could go." She offered taking another bite of a BBQ chicken pizza.

"I can do that." I agreed and finished my slice of margarita.

"Well, why you?" Flash asked clearly annoyed. Shoot.

"What do you mean why him?" Pops asked getting angry.

"Well, with all due respect, why did you hire him? He's nothing special, just a charity case at the end of the day." Flash huffed and Pops' face went red with anger.

"Charity case? What do you mean by that?" Wade asked trying to moving me from his lap but I didn't budge. I knew he'd kill Flash.

"Like with his Aunt, they didn't have money and skips out on school with stupid excuses. You're probably only talking to him cause you feel bad, no need to lie to us." Flash explained and Banner's face turned green.

Everything else happened so fast. First Wade practically threw me off of his lap onto the floor where Ned caught me. Then Banner stormed out of the room yelling and turning green. After that, Dad got up from his seat and lunged forward but Pops caught him and was holding him back in a hug type situation. Nat pulled a knife out. Bucky smashed a pizza. The sofas were floating. There was thunder outside. Loki was evilly smirking. Shuri was holding T,Challa back. Sam was seething in the corner. Clint reached for his bow and arrow. Wade pulled a katana out of god knows where. It was all happening.

"Everybody outside now!" I yelled at the adults and dragged my Dads and Wade out the room behind me.

They all came out and I was immediately attached with question after question after question. Nat was asking if I wanted her to kill them. Dad, Pops and Wade were agreeing with her. Thor was threatening to bring the whole of the Asgardian army. Banner was still no where to be seen. Things really went down hill fast.

"Come on Baby. He made you feel like shit, let me teach him a lesson." Wade tried to persuade pulling me close and putting his hands on my waist.

"No Wade. You're not killing him. You've been doing so well, you've gone a whole 2 months without killing anyone. Don't throw that all away for him. Come on baby, calm down and help me with everyone else." I pleaded looking into his eyes and placing my hands on either side of his face.

"Fine but if he says one more thing not even Hulk could hold me back." He sighed bringing me in for a brief kiss.

"NOT IN FRONT OF US!" Dad yelled all anger seemingly averted to Wade.

"Geeze old man, calm down it was just a kiss. Not as if I fucked him right in front of you is it?" Wade told him sarcastically.

"Stop before your killed." I warned him.

"Mmmm. You're no fun." Wade told me.

"This is all beside the point. Banner's Hulked our and Hulk is not happy about Flash. He's coming straight towards everyone." Nat warned looking at something F.R.I.D.A.Y shown her.

"Oh god." I said as everyone rushed back into the living room to find my class huddled in a corner with Hulk slowly advancing.

Me and Nat ran out infront of them and our hands up to indicate for him to stop. Hulk looked between me and the group with confusion.

"They're mean to spider boy. Why be nice?" Hulk asked.

"Because it's what we do. We're nice to people despite them being mean to us because otherwise we'd be as bad as them. We don't want to be as bad as them. We want to be better. Do you understand?" I explained to Hulk slowly.

"Yes I understand spider boy." Hulk slightly sulked and walked over to a different side of the room where he turned back into Banner.

"How can you do that?" Someone asked hesitantly.

"Do what?" I questioned confused.

"Calm him down. I thought only black widow could do that." They explained baffled.

"Well you thought wrong." I simply told them with a shrug as I walked back over to the couch and sat on Wades lap much to my Dad's disappointment.

"Okay then, what movie should we watch?" Pops asked trying to change the topic and succeeding.

"Okay this is how we're doing it. If you want horror move to the right side of the room. If you want comedy stand to the left." Dad spoke. The majority, including myself and Wade, moved to the right.

"Okay, Annabelle Creation to the right, It to the left." The majority stayed at the right.

"It's settled." Pops announces turning the tv on and playing the movie.

Everyone found somewhere to sit, Dad on Pop obviously, then everyone else who lived at the tower, Ned and MJ squeezed onto the couches. The rest of my class sat on the floor that was covered in blankets, pillows and other types of bedding. It looked quite comfy but nothing was as comfy as Wade.

"So, Parker, how come you're buddy buddy with all of the Avengers?" Flash asked once the movie begun.

"I told you, I'm Mr Starks personal intern and so I met everyone." I lied.

"It's so weird to hear you call me Mr Stark again." Dad pointed out making us all laugh but confused my class.

"Don't start calling me Steve again, too weird." Pops requested earning a few more laughs.

"Alright Cap'ain." I said making us again, laugh a little.

"So, Peter, how did you get your internship?" Al asked.

"Well, it's a long story." I told him trying to think of one on the spot.

"I secretly sent out a message to collages and High schools near by and asked for their most brightest and promising students. I got almost two hundred responses but one from Midtown high stuck out. A boy who couldn't do PE to save his life but could do a university level science equation in his sleep. Sounded like me when I was younger so I spoke with him and after a few trials including him and some other candidates I went with Peter. One of the best decisions I ever made." Dad informed them, lying slightly, making me blush and look down.

"How did that lead to all of this?" Al further questioned gesturing to me and the rest of the Avengers.

"Well, with being his personal intern I followed him everywhere and into meeting for both Stark Industries and the Avengers. He also let me stay here when my aunt had to work late, this then turned into me spending the weekend here most times and some school night. With me spending so much time here I met them all, I was a little awkward at first but got used to them and then the jokes started which turned to minor pranks which turned into Parnell wars which turned into me finding a family in the most unsuspected way." I spoke fondly smiling at the memories of first meeting them and the first prank pulled, Clint decided it would be funny to put shaving cream in all of my pockets and shoes.

"Wow, must be amazing, knowing you can come here at whatever time you want and have the Avengers back you. You're a lucky kid Parker, I'll give you that." Al said.

"I know I am." I spoke, mostly to myself as I took Wade's hand in mine.

"How did your relationship start?" Hayley, a girl from my class, asked.

"That is an interesting story that I'm sure Wade would love to tell." I said smirking slightly.

"Well, I have a tendency to brake in the tower and one time I ran into the living room escaping Stark and found Peter sat on this couch watching Star Wars surrounded my blankets, pillows and junk food. I walked over, sat next to him and had a lovely conversation with him about Star Wars and Star Trek, it was very engaging. Then Stark ruined it by kicking me out and giving me a lecture on communicating with his intern. I clearly didn't listen and came here more often to speak to him, on one of my trips my crush grew too strong and plucked up the courage to ask him out. He said yes much to Starks distaste. We went on a date, shared a kiss and decided to make it official, this was 8 months, 4 days, 32 minutes and 54 seconds ago." Wade told them smiling widely as he pulled me into a deep and loving kiss only to separated by my Dad flicking Wade's ear.

"Wow, that's so sweet." Hayley fan-girled.

Soon enough, nine thirty rolled around and we were all sent to bed, my class was showed to their shared rooms while me and Wade snuck off to my room where he followed through on his earlier promise.

To be continued...

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katsukikitten · 4 years

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Part 2! Here is Part 1 f you have yet to read it! I hope you enjoy my little Walmart brand of summer wars as much as I am writing it! Let me know what you think!

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The two of you leave with a small bow before your grandmother answers the phone.

The second you are out of the room Bakugou grabs you roughly by the wrist, pulling you down into the small dimly lit hallway to press you against the dark wooden wall, caging you in much like he did on the train.

But this time with malintent. Small pops ring out from his forearms, one hand threatening to char the wood beside your head while the other grips your wrist harder.

You could understand his anger, it's not as if you had been truthful to Bakugou. He detests liars and although you didn't necessarily lie to him you still told him a half truth. He was still figuring out which was worse.

"Fucking fiance?!" He snarls close to your face, "Deal's off."

You had planned to allow him to bitch and moan about the shitty situation you put him in without argument.

But his refusal to act semi decent towards you for the sake of your grandmother's old heart had rage burning hot in your veins.

It wasn't like you were asking him to fuck you. With a tick in your jaw you drop your precious Kimono. Grabbing onto his chin with your free hand, tilting his face closer to yours to have a better look at those stunning crimson eyes. They widen from both the force of your grip and the proximity of your lips. He swallows thickly, his glare slowly coming back.

"Listen here Bakugou Katsuki. I'm asking you to pretend to be my fiance for two weeks. I'm asking for small shit like sitting close to me, maybe giving a small smile in my direction and at the most hand holding. I'm not asking you to fucking marry me or fuck me in front of my family. My grandmother is a bit old fashioned if you couldn't tell by the house or her demeanor, she has been hounding me about bringing a man to her for approval since I was 16. She wanted to make sure I had a man that deserved me, that I would be taken care of. So I've made up boyfriend after boyfriend since I've never really had time for more than a good fuck but my Uncle called me last winter to tell me her health was beginning to decline and rapidly at that. I called her immediately and told her I had just become engaged and she'd meet him on her birthday. So you've got two choices Katsuki." You let every syllable of his name soak in sugar coated venom, "Suck it up for two fucking weeks and be semi decent to me or break my grandmother's heart and earn a dangerous enemy."

Bakugou's heart pounded in his chest the entire time you were ranting, unsure of why he was attracted to the hard set of your eyes and the ice in your voice. His stomach flips when you say his first name causing him to grind his teeth. He breaks away from your grip with his free hand, quickly pinning your arms above your head. Locking your delicate yet deadly wrists in one of his broad hands while the other presses against your hip bone. Thumb sliding through the loop of your too short shorts, bringing your pelvis to his. The denim was barely able to contain your ass and thick thighs, he is surprised none of your elders have scolded you for such indecency if they were as old fashioned as you say.

The faint blush on your cheeks and the defiant look in your eyes has his voice turn husky as he speaks.

"I should make you regret bringing me here. Maybe have you begging for something else." His lips a breath away as he presses his forehead to yours. Eyes molten with what you think is lust before he tilts his face. Amplifying the sudden magnetism between your plump lips and his own. Your chest tightens with mixed emotions as your eyes begin to flutter closed.

Suddenly he changes direction and gives you a harsh headbutt, hard enough your vision blurs at the edges causing you to growl in response.

"This better not fucking bruise."

He rolls his eyes, dropping your hands as he reaches down for the old Kimino. His heart racing from almost losing control of these odd feelings.

Feelings that had never been aimed towards you until your grandmother stirred them up.

"Would you die for my granddaughter?"

The question drives him mad, mad enough that he places the kimono in your hands speaking the dark thought that he should have fucking kept to himself.

"Did you actually drag me along for your grandmother's sake or did you just want the kimono, Princess?" His voice is all bite, holding your gaze, your eyes widening.

"Don't call me that." Your voice threatens to crack but he walks away before he can see the rest of your reaction to wander the house for his room until dinner.

You're left standing there, eyes glued to the fabric, the deep navy blue and hand stitched cranes and lotus blur in your hands. Before fat droplets fall from your eyes.

Why did you ever think Bakugou Katsuki would be a good partner, fake or not.

You collect yourself quickly, angrily swiping at your eyes before you set to find your normal room.

It doesn't take you long and you're honestly hoping Bakugou stays lost until dinner. His room should be on the opposite wing of the house. Opening the old tatami door to find Mei setting down your stuff and Bakugou's bag. Mei follows your eyes to the well worn backpack with a skull pin on the strap. She knew exactly who it belonged to when she picked it up, having spotted the handsome devil from the hall.

"Mei what's this you know he's supposed to be in the western wing!" You exclaim, trudging past her to hang your kimono on the old rack in the corner of the room. Mei scoffs, eyes glued to her phone as she speaks.

"He was bound to sneak this way anyway. I'm doing you a favor." She rolls her eyes as if she knows everything at the ripe age of sixteen.

You thought you knew everything then too. You sigh, rolling your own eyes.

"What you call a favor I call a headache. Just take his bag to his room." You pass the straps to her, hating that it smells so much like him. Your stomach flips even as you look at the two person futon.

"Just sleep with him tonight no one will know! Plus I hadn't cleaned his room. It's full of spider webs, the floor needs patching and his futon is gonna be dusty." She counters.

"B..but one futon is not modest."

"Wow please tell me you're not a virgin jushi. You're gonna get married anyway! I know I wouldn't have said no to a catch like that either!"

Mei makes her way out of your room while you pinch the bridge or your nose.

"Yea…. Why would I ever say no to such a great catch?" You fall backwards onto the futon hoping that that asshole was still lost for now.

Someone would find him wandering and take him to the great dining room.

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Thankfully someone does end up showing Bakugou to the dining room but of course it would be Mei who also tells him where the SHARED room is. You bite your lip and choose to play dumb.

"Oh good you found your way, babe." You smile sinking next to him on one of the many blue cushions. He grunts in response but pulls your cushion closer to his. Carefully pouring you some water before he yanks down your tank top that was riding up and trying to expose your midriff. His fingers feel like fire as they brush against your skin, igniting a dying ember in your stomach.

You quickly remind yourself of his nasty comment, as you're about to set him straight your cousin Haru walks into the room. He sucks his teeth and sits further down the table across from his sister Mei as people slowly come in to sit or bring in food.

"I don't know why you bothered to bring him here. Sobo is never going to approve of him." He cracks open his beer and drinks prematurely earning an eye roll from his sister. Bakugou and yourself both open your mouth to retort when Mei pipes up. Eyes still glued to her phone as her thumbs fly across the illuminated glass.

"She already did stupid. She gave her the crane Kimono so get used to seeing his face." Mei rolls her eyes as your cheeks blush.

Bakugou regrets his comment now more than ever but sucks his own teeth. An older gentleman sits to Bakugou's left commenting on the conversation as he does.

"Wow the crane kimono! You know she's been holding onto that for quite some time. You must be very special. I'm Sozen, your lovely fiance's Uncle." He smiles, just as you're about pinch the blonde to make sure he answers he gives a small bow of his head.

"Bakugou Katsuki." He introduces himself as aunt Mai rushes into the room.

"Wait, wait! I want to meet him!" She sinks next to your right, all smiles as her eyes are fixated on the young man, "Wow he is as handsome as you said on the phone last night."

Fresh blush creeps onto your cheeks, remembering the phone conversation from when you were too nervous to sleep last night. Bakugou catches on and smirks in response. Everyone but Sobo takes their seats and you decide now is a good time as ever to get the formalities over with.

"Let's just get through the introductions shall we?" You say as you run through the names of each family member on both sides of the three low tables shoved together. Introducing the hot head to well over 12 adults and their children and even children's children. For now Bakugou only makes an effort to remember the ones closest to him.

Uncle Sozen who sits to his left and Aunt Mai who sits to your right. It's becoming quickly apparent that a lot of your family is either much older or much younger than yourself. He can understand why you could feel a little lonely at times. Being more of a black sheep than anything. Then he realises something very important.

"Wait, where are your parents?" He asks lowly to which you shrug.

"They show up closer to grandma's birthday. They are both extremely busy and always have been. Soba more or less raised me."

As if one cue grandmother comes in, looking over the table with the biggest and warmest smile she can muster. It reminds him of the summer sun lazily dancing across his skin in the late afternoon.

And again it reminds him of you. He looks to you and sees you mirroring the exact same smile, happy for your grandmother's happiness causing his chest to tighten and butterflies to awaken in his stomach. He grinds his teeth in an attempt to calm them down.

She sits at the head of the table, closest to Great Oba who he had the pleasure of meeting first thing, before grandmother holds up her small cup of sake.

"To family." She announces, everyone lifts what cup they have, whether it was a kids small sippy cup, their o-choko, or even their cup of tea.

"To family!" They roar back to her all taking a sip.

"Let's eat." She says while the family cries out, "Itadakimasu!"

The tables are loud and full of conversation. Although Katuski's family is not so big, the volume reminds him of his own family. A small smirk comes to his lips as he thinks of his mother and how she would fit in here.

"So no Shoji?" Haru asks with a sneer, almost purposefully stirring the pot.

"No surprise there." Someone else comments.

"Shut. Up. Haru." You bite out, look fierce as if you were to devour him whole. He swallows thickly.

"Great uncle Kodaka tell us about that battle we won here!" You change the subject and everyone groans as Kodaka starts the story they've heard thousands of times before.

"It was almost 150 years ago, when we were still a prosperous nation. Us samarai doing fine on our own. Hired by the wealthy or living by our own moral compass. It was like fish in a barrel…"

The story continues on, mostly the children listen and your grandmother who smiles as she hears her youngest speak.

Sozen leans closer to Bakugou, as grey eyes hold onto scarlet. Bakugou remains quiet, glancing to you and then back to the uncle. Uncle Sozen takes this as an invitation to speak.

"I guess since you're gonna be part of the family now I should tell you about Shoji. There was a time shortly before Grandpa died that he went down a dark path, gambling away majority of the family fortune and just when grams thought she had him under control then came Shoji.He was Grandpa's illegitimate child with a woman much younger than Sobo. But she loved Shoji fiercely anyway. She would take him through the field of wildflowers to the lake in the early mornings of summer. One hot day when he was small and the sun was rising, painting the sky in hues of red there was a crane. Our family's crest." Uncle Sozen points to the wooden crest above the door to the adjacent room that held the family's artifacts. A crane stands tall with a white lotus behind it in full bloom.

"It was the first time in decades that a crane had come to the lake and the lotus were in full bloom. He flew away, causing a gentle ripple in the lake and it was then Sobo knew that Shoji would bring fortune to our family." Sozen peeks your way to make sure you're not over hearing, he continues explaining softly as your loud laugh bellows out, "Everyone is so angry with him because he took the last of grandmother's savings and then ran away to America with no way to be contacted."

"She is quick to defend him because she was too young to really remember how much it upset Sobo. That and she believed in him wholeheartedly. She looked up to him because despite his quirklessness he was exceptionally intelligent. She had faith that he would restore honor and fortune to our name." Sozen's chopsticks point to you as he speaks before he picks up a dumpling. Bakugou's eyes follow over you.

"Hello Sobo." A deep voice calls from the engawa reducing the lively roar of dinner conversation to nothing more than the sad song of a lonely cricket.

"Uncle Shoji?!" You call excited, standing from your spot at the long table while the rest of the room holds animosity.

Bakugou downs his sake to which Uncle Sozen silently refills.

"I thought you were still abroad in the states!" You sink next to him and pull him into a crushing hug. He smiles, slowly separating the two of you.

"What the hell do you want trash?!" Uncle Kodaka snarls, to which you produce a deadly glare his way.

"Well yes I was in the states, thank you for asking Princess." He tucks a stay hair behind your ear before rising to speak with grandmother.

He does not address her properly nor does he bow. If anything he stands loosely with an arrogance about him that leaves majority of the room with a sour taste in their mouth. Bakugou watches Great Oba's chopsticks strain in her delicate hand, the distaste for him is becoming more and more obvious by the second.

And then he opens his mouth.

"I made tenfold out of what you let me borrow, Soba." He pulls a stack of money and a check from his pocket as he speaks, "I made a drug to make people powerless and sold it to the highest bidder."

Eyes around the room widen as news headlines flash in their heads about a new drug that made people quirkless. Villains shooting innocent bystanders and heroes in hopes of getting a leg up.

Shoji tosses the money and the check onto grandmother's lap. Dark brown eyes stare into her lap for a long moment.

Suddenly grandmother moves like an agile cat, jumping to her feet and grabbing for one of the divine naginata. She wields it masterfully before shoving the point towards him, fire burning in her eyes.

"Mother!" Half the table shouts, as you begin to see red. You stand stepping next to Shoji, body shaking with rage as your heart drums in your ears.

"I knew my Princess would save me." He says coyly to hide just how shaken he is, sweat dripping down his brow. Even ten years your senior he couldn't hide his fear of the fierce woman before him, shocked that a woman in her nineties could still brandish such a big and heavy weapon.

Your hands land harshly on Shoji's chest as you give him a shove. Shocking the table into further silence.

"YOU MADE THAT?!" Your voice echoes over the dining room, into the empty halls and out into the night but somehow the hurt in it does not reach Shoji.

"Of course, it was going to be a hot seller. Governments offered me billions. Besides I made an anti...." But before he can finish you've got him by the collar.

"HOW CAN YOU BE SO INTELLIGENT YET SO DAFT?!" Bakugou watches your knuckles turn white while your cheeks flush deep red. Shoji barely frees himself, his shirt crumpled but you press on.

"Those were my friends!" A stomp of your foot has the dishes rattling on the table, Bakugou becomes more on edge, "You hurt my fucking friends!"

You raise both of your fists above your head, ready to bring them down with all of your might. Too angry to control your gauge of power uncaring of the consequences. Katuski acts quickly, flicking his wrist to empty the shallow cup of sake high into the air. Igniting it into beautiful dancing fireworks, the kids oo and ah while he hopes to distract you if only for a moment.

It works, slightly. You realize his plan as he jumps to his feet, running along the low tables as you try to beat him to the punch.

Literally.

Bakugou barely makes it, shoving Shoji into the table, food and dishes fly into the air just to stain the freshly mopped wooden floors. The hot head holds out his other arm to take the brunt of your force. He let's off the smallest explosion to soften your blow but a small crack still rings out.

Heated eyes watch as a black bruise blooms from the crease of his elbow to all the way to his wrist as the shock shakes the house behind him. Paintings and pictures fall from the walls in the wake of your force.

"Are you trying to bring down the house dumbass?!" He yells before his voice dips low, soft almost, "What if the roof had caved and Soba-san got hurt?"

Your eyes widen at his words before they are locked with glistening scarlet pools. You look over Bakugou's toned arm, marred in angry shades of purplish black. Eyes darting over the family and the mess that lies beside you. Finally they fall on your grandmother behind your shoulder. Her own aged shoulders heave from the adrenaline, her graying white hair out of place with her lotus pin threatening to fall out. You spy Shoji, your once hero still squishing food beneath his torso and elbows, eyes filled with fear.

"Fuck this." You mutter storming off, leaving Bakugou to stand alone before your family. Shoji stands, rushing out of the house, moments later everyone can hear a car peeling down the gravel drive losing traction once or twice.

After a few moments of silence grandmother fixes her hair and returns the naginata as she speaks.

"This family cleans up their own messes. Now get to work!"

And with that your family and Bakugou begin to pick up the shattered pieces of dishes, pride and family matters.

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supercasey · 4 years

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Dumb thoughts on the Child Avatars AU

I dunno, just some dumb ideas I’ve had since I started talking about the AU online/brainstorming about it. (Putting it under a readmore for everyone’s sake)

The “Daisy kidnaps Jon” situation in this AU is Daisy riding her bike to Simon Fairchild’s mansion, holding a water-gun up to both Mike and Jon’s heads, and ordering them to ride with her to the grocery store to buy soda and hang out at a nearby playground for the day. Cue Elias flipping tf out when Jon isn’t at Simon’s place when he goes to pick him up later, Simon being half asleep because he was napping while the kids hung out, and Mike getting soaked by Daisy before he agrees to go with her, and since this happens in, like, late fall or early winter, he gets pneumonia afterwards and can’t hang out for awhile, leading to the kids jokingly saying he’s dead. Btw the only reason the trio was found is because Basira was invited after they made it to the park, and she convinced Daisy to let the boys go home. Daisy literally only kidnapped them because she wanted to play with someone.

Also the Buried!Daisy arc is Daisy getting eaten by a Buried controlled sandbox and Jon jumping in after her. The rest of the kids, who thankfully witnessed this, spent the next three hours digging for them, with Breekon & Hope eventually joining in to help since they were in the area. Daisy and Jon form a trauma bond afterwards and are now best friends.

Jon keeps getting marked by shit and it’s stressing Elias out because hE’S NOT READY FOR THE WATCHER’S CROWN YET!!! He needs more time to prepare, but his son is literally getting marked faster than fucking Sonic.

Speaking of Sonic, seeing as the “Console Wars” (Sega vs Nintendo) are happening during this time period, the kids take the rivalry Very Seriously. The biggest arguments are had between Sasha, Daisy, Julia, and Mike, who are all on Team Sega, and Jon, Martin, Tim, and Danny, who are all on Team Nintendo.

Sasha, close to tears she’s so angry: “Sega DO what NintenDON’T, Tim!!!”

When Martin was born, he only had one thick clump of curly hair that was white, but as he’s grown older and entered the Lonely multiple times, more of his hair has begun to turn white. As of the time of the AU “starting” (so when he’s 8 years old), he looks like he has white highlights in his hair.

Trevor isn’t a fully-fledged Hunt avatar yet, but the girls more or less are, so if you’ve ever watched Wolf Children, that’s pretty much the situation Trevor is currently trapped in. His daughters keeping changing into wolf pups and running wild as he frantically tries to hide their powers from anyone who isn’t Gerry.

(All of the kids secretly know already, even Basira.)

Basira is pretty much the only “normal” kid of the avatar children, save MAYBE for Tim, but he’s been deeply marked by the circus and has a few tiny powers (think S3 Jon as he was figuring out some of his powers, but wasn’t a full-on Archivist just yet).

The season 1 gang (including Danny) are the closest group of friends in the AU, save for Daisy and Basira’s friendship, and they hang out a lot at each other’s homes on the weekends.

Adelard usually brings Jane with him for his “trips” away from the institute, so it’s not unusual for her to be gone for long periods of time. But she always sends postcards and gifts to the institute for everyone!

Helen is three years old, so theoretically she should be able to talk, but she rarely does so, preferring to communicate via giggles and laughter. Only Jon, the Stoker brothers, and Michael can understand her, and they take turns translating for everyone else.

Whenever she’s brought to the institute, Helen takes to toddling around after Jon and Martin, giggling up a storm the whole time. Jon finds it a bit annoying while Martin is endlessly amused by her antics.

A list of the guardian’s/adult’s ages before I fucking forget (as of when the AU “starts” in 1994): Gertrude Robinson - 62, Elias Bouchard “Jonah Magnus” - 51 (200+), Peter Lukas - 55, Simon Fairchild - 83 (300+), Gerard “Gerry” Keay - 30, Michael Shelley - 32, Alfred Grifter - Unknown, Adelard Dekker - 48, Nikola Orsinov - 30ish (100+), Annabelle Cane - 34 (Unknown), Trevor Herbert - 47, Agnes Montague - 25ish (60+), Jude Perry - 35, Jared Hopworth - 29, The Admiral - 10.

The “good” parents all keep trying to set up some kind of PTA meeting so they can actually talk about how to raise these supernatural kids properly, but it keeps going horribly wrong; last time they tried, Alfred Grifter and his band showed up and nearly made Simon go deaf, so no one wants to initiate the next attempt at a meeting.

Tbh, at this point the Fear rituals are more successful than Elias’s shitty attempts at forming a PTA.

At some point in the AU Gerry, Michael, and Trevor all pitch in to buy a decently big house together, which leads to some serious Shenanigans now that Melanie is around Michael and Trevor’s kids/wards... let’s just say there’s gonna be a lot of knife related accidents.

Gerry taught Melanie how to fight when he took her in and it is the single worst decision he’s ever made in his short, goth life, even if he’ll never admit it. Melanie can now beat the shit out of everyone but Julia and Daisy, and it’s pure chaos every time. Tim puts up a decent fight, but he’s been spoiled on easy wins over his brother all his life. Jon tries and fails to so much as push her. Martin runs away crying before Melanie even throws the first punch. Needless to say, the other kids are very cautious about playing with Melanie now.

None of the kids have an education of any kind except for Mike. I’m serious; the only kid who’s decently educated is being raised by Foxy Grandpa Off His Shits McGee! Julia and Daisy have had some public education but not much, Elias refuses to do anything but home-school Jon yet he sucks shit at math, Tim and Danny don’t even know what a school fucking looks like, Melanie and Jane were too young to go to school when they became avatars, Martin has only recently been allowed near other kids so fuck public school (Peter can do math but Nothing Else), Annabelle fucking forgot to give Sasha any kind of an education outside of Web stuff, and Helen is still a very small child. None of these kids have gone to school for more than a few years at most and dear g-d is that gonna suck for them later down the line.

As a result of this, Basira has taught the other kids a few things when she’s come over and insisted on playing “school” with everyone, but she’s still just a kid and can’t always get them to pay attention during her lessons.

Because of this Rosie, Gerry, Michael, and Gertrude have all started making an effort to more or less home-school all of the kids, which has gone... well enough, I suppose. However, things have recently taken a weird turn since Jon keeps giving everyone the answers to assignments/tests via telepathy.

Jon: Whoa, you can make tea all by yourself, Martin!? Martin: Yeah, I’ve been doing it by myself since I was a toddler. I can also do laundry, mop floors, vacuum, and cook a few things, too! Tim: Wow, that’s really cool, Martin! I wish I could do stuff like that. Gertrude, off to the side: *Gives Peter a horrified look* I’m sorry, but did Martin just say he’s been making tea on his own since he was a toddler? Peter: ╮(╯ _╰ )╭ Unfortunately, I’m severely depressed.

Yeeeeeeeah, Martin’s in a similar childhood situation to his canon one, but at least there are people actually willing to help him out of it in this universe. Also, Peter will clean himself up at some point here, he’s just still dealing with more or less disowning himself from his family and learning hoe to not be so lonely.

Speaking Of Which, the Lukas family are pretty big antagonists in this AU, primarily through Peter’s mother (I’ll come up with a name for her later if I can’t find it on the wiki), who is trying to kidnap Martin and more or less feed him to the Lonely so Peter will get over his “childish feelings” and return to being her favorite child.

And yes, she DOES accidentally kidnap Jon instead at some point... this kid can literally not avoid getting kidnapped.

I like to think Mike and Julia are really good friends in this AU, being the closest in age and all. They hang out a lot since their dads are both so chill and won’t get upset about it, the two of them mostly just playing video games, watching movies, and biking around their respective neighborhoods together.

(Also they may or may not be responsible for a statement that involves a woman seeing a “flying wolf” passing over London... they’ve yet to confess to it, but Elias is dead certain they’re behind the incident.)

The worms incident is 100% Jane’s secret worm collection getting fucking loose... she was keeping them in the walls “for safe keeping” and No One Fucking Knew, not even Elias, until Jon saw a spider, punched the wall, and Revealed them.

Jon and Tim got their scars because Jane lost control of the worms and they burrowed into the kids. Cue a very panicked 999 call from someone in the institute and Child Services almost getting involved, but Elias managed to cover it up.

Afterwards, Jon is incredibly self-conscious about his worm scars, but Martin tells him “now we both have freckles!” and it honestly makes him feel a little better about the whole thing.

Also Adelard makes an effort to track down a child psychologist/counselor with institute ties so he can get Jane some therapy/help controlling her powers. He loves her to the moon and back, and he’s terrified of her getting traumatized by what she accidentally did.

During the incident, a Notthem gets loose from Artifact Storage and attacks Sasha, but seeing as Sasha is of the Web and the Notthem is connected to a Web artifact, it only manages to really hurt her, but thankfully not kill her. She ends up hospitalized for a few weeks, but comes out fine later on. The table mysteriously disappears afterwards, and no one knows if it was Gertrude or Annabelle’s doing, but either way, the kids never have to deal with a Notthem again.

At some point I wanna get into Jon’s paranoia in season 2 for this AU, but I’m considering changing it from being because of the Jane Prentiss issue to be because of Mr. Spider almost killing him. I dunno how exactly it’ll play out, but I think it has a lot of potential!

Okay, before I end this post full of weird rambling ideas for the AU, I wanna make a list of the powers that the kids have at the time of the story “starting”/the ones they develop down the line because Jonny Sims himself said that all avatars have different powers, and I really wanna infodump on my thoughts for the kids!

Current powers of Jonathan Sims-Bouchard: Can simply know things whenever he wants to (so long as the Eye lets him, but the Eye sometimes keeps him from knowing anything he isn’t mature enough to handle), can compel people to tell him things (the other kids are better at resisting it, and so are other people touched by the Eye), can survive on very little food if he’s fed mostly statements/other people’s trauma, can non-consensually feel the pain and emotions of the people around him, has some weak telepathy powers, and he can subconsciously summon tape recorders.

Future powers of Jonathan Sims-Bouchard: Increased healing abilities, can know most anything if he tries, ability to resist other Eye avatars’ compulsions, can survive purely off of statements/other people’s trauma, can choose whether or not to feel the pain and emotions of the people around him, has much stronger telepathy powers than before, can force himself into people’s minds and read their thoughts, and he can summon tape recorders at will (though some still show up without his knowledge sometimes).

Current powers of Martin Blackwood-Lukas: Can disappear into the Fog for several hours at a time (he cannot be seen by anyone but other Lonely avatars while in the fog), can summon clouds of fog that he can momentarily hide things in (including people), can “banish” most anyone into the fog, and has “Sea Captain Eyes” (he knows where the Tundra is at all times, and can lead someone to it without a map or compass).

Future powers of Martin Blackwood-Lukas: Can change his hair color at will (only to red, white, and a mix of the two colors), can see much better in the Fog and can find anyone he’s pushed into it, can more or less teleport using the Fog, and he has what’s more or less a pocket dimension of fog for storage/hiding his friends from danger (think the inside of Gems in Steven Universe).

Current powers of Tim Stoker-Orsinov: Can make small bipedal toys “come to life” for a few minutes at a time (they can’t talk or communicate; only move around and perform small tasks/dances), can tell when a Notthem is masquerading as someone else, is supernaturally talented at gymnastics, and can dance alongside the creatures of the Stranger without being fully corrupted by them.

Future powers of Tim Stoker-Orsinov: Better control over the powers he already has as well as a high tolerance for the Spiral.

Current powers of Danny Stoker-Orsinov: Can order around creatures of the Stranger against their will, can tell when a Notthem is masquerading as someone else, can dance alongside the creatures of the Stranger without being fully corrupted by them, is supernaturally talented at gymnastics, and can change his voice to anything he likes (not always intentionally, though).

Future powers of Danny Stoker-Orsinov: Can more or less “teleport” to other circus locations by walking into theaters, can now change his voice to whatever he likes with his knowledge and consent, can take over as the Stranger’s ringmaster if necessary, can trigger a mesmerizing dance whenever he’d like, and has a high tolerance for the Spiral.

Current powers of Sasha James-Cane: Can communicate with spiders and have them send messages to other Web avatars, can read minds if she tries really hard, can “trap“ other entities in large webs that she can summon (takes a lot of energy), and she has Spider-Man-like abilities (can walk on walls and ceilings, can carry much more than her weight should allow, etc).

Future powers of Sasha James-Cane: Can now read minds without too much effort, can navigate almost any area that’s being controlled/influenced by the Web, can create webs without nearly as much effort as before, can transform her body to have more arms, legs, and eyes, and she now has venomous fangs (which can thankfully be controlled and/or hidden).

Current powers of Alice “Daisy” Tonner: Can turn into a wolf at will/when she’s especially emotional, can smell blood from several miles away, and has supernatural senses/physical abilities.

Future powers of Alice “Daisy” Tonner: Can now track most any monster she’s hunting once she gets at least one good look at them, can communicate with other Hunters via howling, and can navigate the Buried if needed (though this is very triggering for her and will cause her to pass out afterwards).

Current powers of Julia Montauk: Can turn into a wolf at will/when she’s especially emotional, can smell blood from several miles away, has supernatural senses/physical abilities, can track most any monster if she knows their name, can communicate with other Hunters via howling, and she can shift into a bipedal werewolf when she feels like she’s in danger.

Future powers of Julia Montauk: All of her previous powers have drastically improved, plus she has better control of them now.

Current powers of Basira Hussain: She has common fucking sense, something almost none of the other children have.

Future powers of Basira Hussain: She common sense AND she has a werewolf GF now. :) ((No dating for the babies, not until they’re at least teenagers))

Current powers of Melanie King-Grifter: Can listen to Grifter’s Bone without being damaged in any way, the music of Grifter’s Bone makes her powers exemplified for a period of time after she listens to it, the smell of blood triggers her to become violent, she can summon sharp weapons (knives, swords, etc) from thin air, and she can see a red aura around other people who have been marked by the Slaughter.

Future powers of Melanie King-Grifter: She has much better control of her abilities now, she can perform Grifter’s Bone songs for people and keep them from dying/going feral, and she can now also summon other weapons from thin air (guns, baseball bats, etc).

Current powers of Oliver Banks: Can see people’s deaths a week in advance via his dreams, he sees dark tentacles around people who are going to die soon, can see but not talk to ghosts, and he can smell death on anyone who’s undead/controlling other people’s bodies.

Future powers of Oliver Banks: Can raise the dead and control them to do his bidding (takes a lot of energy), can speak cat (not End related; Admiral related), and he can cause people to die within the week if he touches them in his dreams.

Current powers of Georgie Barker: Can see a “death countdown” over people who are going to die within the next thirty days, doesn’t feel any fear whatsoever, can see but not talk to ghosts, and she sees a dark sludge staining the clothes of people who have been marked by the End.

Future powers of Georgie Barker: Can bring people back to life for a minute or so by touching them (think Pushing Daisies type powers), can speak cat (not End related; Admiral is best cat dad), and she can communicate with ghosts much better now.

Current powers of Jane Prentiss-Dekker: Can summon bugs of most kinds from her mouth and under her fingernails, can communicate with bugs, and can fight off most diseases without any trouble.

Future powers of Jane Prentiss-Dekker: Can now completely control bugs via a hive mind effect, can summon bugs from anywhere on her body, has much stronger healing abilities than Jon, and she can see invisible bugs crawling on the skin of those who the Corruption wants her to get rid of (it’s hard for her not to give in to it’s desires).

Current powers of Mike Crew-Fairchild: Can levitate/fly at will, can summon clouds of any kind (rain, thunder, snow, etc) in any conditions, has much higher resistance to the weather/temperature, and he can “banish” people into the Vast at will.

Future powers of Mike Crew-Fairchild: Same as before, but with slightly better control than he had as a teenager.

Current powers for Helen Richardson-Shelley: Can change the world around her to be more like the Spiral (adding more doors, changing the colors of things, causing hallucinations, etc), can change any door into a doorway into the Spiral, and she can amplify her voice (very hard to control as a baby).

Future powers for Helen Richardson-Shelley: Can now summon doors that lead to the Spiral from thin air, has much better control over her powers and abilities than before, can morph her body to be longer and sharper at will, and she can “banish” people into the endless hallways of the Spiral.

((Holy shit, that took awhile))

Anyways, here’s a playlist I made for the AU, feel free to scream at me for my very weird taste in music: Pinky Swear That You Won’t Go Changing

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razorblade180 · 4 years

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interdimensional dads 5 (Finale)

Orange, Blue, and Purple all make a drum roll on the table as they stare at Red, who is sipping coffee and trying not to laugh at the lunacy that is quite literally, himself.

Jaune: Y’all dome?

*drum roll stops*

Jaune:Yep, your turn. You have to be the buffest for a reason right?

Jaune:And look like you’ve seen shit?

Jaune:We’ve all been through shit. We’re us!

Jaune:Yeah, but you’re you.

Jaune:How- I’m not arguing with that one. Okay, my turn. Since you brought it up, we, I gained weight for a little bit and eventually got back into a workout routine. I might’ve went a little overboard but no one complains.

Jaune:Alright, now we can back this story up and start from wherever you like.

Jaune:Aight, I guess I start with my universe beating Salem. By that point, Ruby and I had been together for awhile. I think we were always together to a degree ever since RNJR formed. We obviously didn’t actually say anything but the time we spent felt different. At least for me it did. Maybe mourning Pyrrha had something to do with it but by the time Yang and Weiss showed up at Haven, Ruby and I were definitely on “friendly terms”

Jaune:Aaaaayyyyeeee!

Jaune:You two are too much. Haha, let him continue.

Jaune:We were trying to keep it lowkey but I’m sure everyone knew. Back to Salem, that was insane. If you were to tell me I’d help save the world when I was only 19 then I’d laugh.

Jaune:Wait...19? I was twenty.

Jaune:Same.

Jaune: I was 21! Are you saying Ruby beat Salem at 17!? That’s insane! Which one of us has the strongest versions of our friends? I never thought about it until now.

They all got silent and thought about it for a moment. That was a very good question.

Jaune:Ummm mysterious voice? Do you have an answer to that?

[Each person varies, but a majority is between Orange and Red. For example, Orange has the strongest Blake, while Red has the strongest Sun.]

Jaune:What about in terms of team RWBY?

[The feats in all universes make that a close race. Red, Orange, and Blue have extremely powerful Yangs that would most likely in a brutal draw. Collectively, the strongest team RWBY would be a tie between Red and Orange]

Jaune:Makes sense, my worlds peaceful.

Jaune:And mine doesn’t have any organized threat against it, just the dangers of living in a world trying to grasp the concept magic and gods again.

Jaune:Well we might not have a concrete answer but I’m sure my wife beats your Ruby. After beating Salem we continued traveling the world to thin out grimm threats, just the two of us. Not that the others didn’t want to but they needed a moment to breathe. Ruby and I however, we were kinda on a high of being the heroes we always dreamed of.

Jaune:Your victory lap was more adventure? Yeah you’re definitely built different from me. My Ruby went on missions but even she took a minute just to breathe. It was a very short minute, but the minute none the less.

[Comparing the two is like comparing an lone apex wolf to a jaguar.]

Jaune:Well then....all of that sounds scary.

Jaune:It wasn’t long before we got a house together. Built it actually, in Vacou. It’s a nice little spot over looking the town and another one in the distance. When Ruby was 19 she had really gotten into her stride and was only getting started. Also, I married her. I had known for awhile that she was the one so why wait? I wanted to go on all of her adventures and create new ones with her.

Jaune:Aaaaawwwww

Jaune:Things were like walking on sunshine. All of Remnant knew about Ruby Rose, the huntress that saved the world with her friends. Then at 21, I got her pregnant. *scratches head*

Jaune:I know that scratch. That’s the “My bad” scratch!

Jaune:Okay, it wasn’t exactly planned. I was thrilled when I found out since I did want kids with her. I learned a month after she knew though because she wasn’t sure what to think at first. Ruby was perfectly happy being the hero, she hadn’t even hit her prime yet technically. When she told me though, it was after she had talked about it with Tai and thought about it. I think she might’ve been happier than me.

Jaune:My Ruby would give anything to have a kid.

Jaune:Mine would give anything for her husband back...

The mood suddenly got a little less cheery with that statement.

Jaune:Sorry, I didn’t mean to bring the mood down.

Jaune:It’s fine...this next part....isn’t happy. It’s the reason I fell out of shape, and partly the reason why I look like I’ve gone through shit.

Jaune:Oh....no...

Jaune:You lost the baby?

Jaune:Yeah but uhhh, not the way you’re thinking. The pregnancy was fine, the birth was a little rough but it was fine. A little baby boy, Dustin Arc-Rose. I saw him for about five minutes and then he was stolen, by Neo and Cinder. I must’ve ran the fastest I’ve ever had that day. Faster than even Ruby can move on a good day, and yet they got away. Yang, Weiss, and I stood on the roof of that hospital and watched the airship fade into the sunset. I must’ve stayed up there for hours, screaming. Yang and Weiss kept it together for my sake but not by much.

Jaune:Dude I am....I am so sorry that you went through that.

Jaune:We showed mercy to Cinder the day we beat Salem. It came back to bite us. Things fell apart after that. I shutdown, the others felt guilty, especially Yang. As for Ruby, she broke a little. She looked longer than anyone else for a lead and drowned herself in work for about a year. In that time we didn’t talk, I never knew where she was, if she’d come back. Tai ended up taking me to live with him and unfortunately, time wasn’t gonna wait for anyone. Lives had to be lived, Yang and Blake still had to get married. It just didn’t happen with Ruby.

Jaune:How did you even find the strength to keep going after that?

Jaune:In my world, Yang is my closet friend. Thick as thieves, the two of us always try to pick each other up. She never hesitated to be by my sad whenever I asked. I don’t think I could’ve made it without her since Ruby was gone. One day however, the two of them showed up out of the blue. Ozpin had decided to confront Ruby. For once I was glad he meddling in our lives. He got her to start moving on and come back to me. That day I realized how special my friends are. Most people would’ve looked down on me for failing, not going after Ruby, breaking down, but not them. They wanted me back on my feet for my own sake. Just like they wanted for her. I’m really blessed.

Jaune:That’s good. Friendships that you want to live for, I’m glad we wall have that in common.

Jaune:Yeah. Ruby and I took some time to be together after that. No work, no leads, just healing. In that year she was gone, Ruby had become a juggernaut in the huntsman community. Even got a nickname, The Storyteller. Keeping up with someone like that meant getting back into shape. Those months we spent together gave us a slither of the joy we had missed. Eventually, thanks to Yang having her child, we found the courage to try having another one. Her name is Carmine and she’s my gorgeous daughter. We even have another son much later named Garnet.

The other three Jaune’s clap happily.

Jaune:Yeah, that’s definitely a lot of shit to go through.

Jaune:Hats off to ya.

Jaune:How’s Carmine?

Jaune:*puts head on the table* Uuuugggghhh!

Jaune:Yeah, that’s sound you make when you have a headstrong daughter. Who does she take after?

Jaune:That’s just it, she doesn’t really. Not in personality anyways. Carmine is a bit weird socially. She can be pretty blunt, making her sound rude. She doesn’t mind having friends but at the same time keeps them at arms reach. She says they would slow her down. Not to mention her and Ruby’s vision of what a huntress should be doesn’t match up perfectly so they end up butting heads on occasion. Still, Carmine is sweet if you know how to talk to her and understand her words.

Jaune:She gifted?

Jaune:*inhales*....Carmine is genius in battle. We taught her ourselves and sent her to regular school so she gained a bit of social skills. No one outside of selected few knows she has silver eyes. Carmine wears red contacts typically. New types of grimm pop up regularly so Cinder is obviously alive and well. Can’t be too careful.

Jaune:Sounds stressful. I’d rather deal with cult and my world’s grimm problem than Cinder. How old is Carmine?

Jaune: She’s 17 and more impressive than Ruby was at that age if I’m being honest. Though I’m not sure if that’s a good thing. We’ve done our best to give her a normal childhood as much as possible. I think what we gave was an odd mix of normal and insanity.

Jaune:Honestly, same.

Jaune:What do you mean Carmine is more impressive? Ruby was awesome since day zero at Beacon.

Jaune:Silver eye use, age five.

......

Red took a sip of his coffee while everyone tried to wrap that around their head.

Jaune:Since a young age, I knew Carmine was special. She has a difficult time showing up but she loves the Remnant we’re trying to build and the people in it that want to do good. I’ve seen her look out over cities before and I could feel the immense desire she had to preserve it. That girl has a strength I don’t think I could take credit for. That stern look, height, hair, and guitar skills though, That’s me. The tipsy of her hair are red though. She’s like a half ripe strawberry, hahaha.

Jaune:Sounds like an incredible girl. Must be pretty popular.

Jaune:If she could come off a bit nicer she would! I’d give up Pumpkin Pete’s for life if this kid could learn to work well with others. I’m glad people like her cousin and a couple of others that can deal with her. It’s not all bad. They know to bring out the normal teenager with her.

Jaune:Is she like Ruby and panics at rats?

Jaune:No, but she can’t deal with spiders. We have grimm spiders that are actually terrifying and that ruined normal spiders with her too.

Jaune:Grimm spiders? How big? A boot size?

Jaune:SUV....one spun her in a web. It was really bad.

Jaune:Fuuuuuuck that! I’d hate spiders too!

Jaune:Yeah but she has fun. Ballet, sleep, horses, etc. You just have to get her to work up to it.

Jaune:What about your son?

Jaune:Garnet? He’s five, has fat cheeks, and is probably eating some dry cereal right about now. He’s Ruby’s little teddy bear and is chillin. He’s probably the only thing that makes Carmine a big softie at the drop of a hat.

Jaune:Sounds like you’re doing pretty well for yourself? That’s good.

Jaune:We have struggles but we make things work somehow.

Jaune:I still can’t believe Cinder killed your kid. I don’t think I’d ever recover.

Jaune:Lost....we lost a kid. Killed wouldn’t be the right word. Dustin...just isn’t....it’s complicated. I don’t wanna talk about it.

Jaune:Sorry.

Jaune:It’s fine. That aside, I think most things life throws at us, we’ll handle just fine.

Jaune:What do you think Carmine is up to right now?

Jaune:Good question. I don’t think she’s on any mission or working with local authorities currently. If it’s morning then she’s in the garden. Playing with Garnet if it’s the afternoon so he’ll tired out. If it’s night time then.....

xxxx

“STAY AWAY!!!” A man screamed, shooting four bullets down a dark alley in the middle of the night. His target, a pair of shimmering red eyes that patiently stalked him from the shadows as he sprinted away. Each bullet seem to go right by his target so he continued running for his life, making a sharp right turn around a corner.

“You know eventually I’m going to catch you right?” Carmine said as she walked. “I’d rather you not make this longer than it has to be Tommy. We could be done by now if you just spoke to me.”

The only response the girl received was the sound of footsteps getting further away and a chain link fence being shook. Carmine sighed and looked around her before picking up a trash lid. She hurled it against a wall to her left and that was ahead in front of her, making it bounce off towards the right. The hunk of metal made its way around the corner with a whack! Followed by a heavy thump that hit the ground. Carmine continued walking until she turned the corner and found her target on the ground. He was rubbing his back in pain and groaning.

“Come on, I know I didn’t hit you that hard. The new head of crime orginization wouldn’t go down so-”

Suddenly the brute lunged at her, revealing a previously concealed dagger. Carmine was quick to react however, and grabbed his wrist before the blade could make contact with her exposed stomach. Carmine then twisted his hand down word and forced his entire arm slam down to the groun; the blade pierced the ground at her feet. Thick yellow liquid secreted from blade and soaked the ground.

Tommy felt his stomach dropped as he looked up to see the young girl staring down at him unimpressed. He went to reach for the knife but Carmine placed her boot on his hand, hard.

“Gah!”

“See? Now that’s what I was expecting. Too bad you’re not so good with knives. I guess you figured you didn’t have to be when it had Deathstalker venom in it huh? Now... let’s talk.”

Carmine rubbed her foot into the ground, causing Tommy to grit his teeth in pain.

“Stop!” He pleaded. “You’ll break it!”

“It won’t break if you talk fast enough. Tell me what I want to hear. A month ago you weren’t in charge. A tubby guy was and he always kept crates of his equipment in a warehouse outside of town. Then someone apparently shows up to have a meeting, tubby is enraged and kicks them out. Now he’s dead and you’re in charge, moving all of his stuff after you had a meeting. Are you getting the picture I’m painting?”

Tommy’s face goes pale. He starts struggling harder to free himself but it’s not working. Carmine can see the man start to sweat as if he got caught in the rain.

“Now I know what you’re thinking, if you tell me who obviously threatened you to move the crates, then they’ll kill you. But that’s the thing about the future Tommy...”

Carmine lifts her foot and swings it right into his face. She watches Tommy hold is face in pain before rolling him over and putting her knee on his back. Carmine grabs the knife and spooks him by stabbing it beside his face.

“It happens later. Focus on the present. Focus on what I could do to you right now and how to prevent that. Then you can think about your future.” Carmine said, not an ounce of playfulness in her voice.

“I....I....w-well I-”

“Before you try lying to me, I know how Deathstalker venom works. Only the babies are venomous and those are extremely hard to find here. Admittedly I don’t know you well but I know your men. They don’t have the patience or brains to find any here, because there aren’t many. So you either got the venom for this knife by being very diligent, going to a different continent, or someone got you the critters.”

Carmine leaned in close, barely away from his ear. “Or should I say made you some, instead of gathering them? Tommy, where is Cinder Fall?”

Tommy felt like he could vomit at any second. He couldn’t let intel leak. He sold his soul to a witch and now he has to live with it. “I....I can’t say.” He whispered, his lip trembling.

“I see. The fear is too much for you. Should’ve chose a different line of work. Maybe you’ll change your tune if you learn to fear me more?” Carmine grabbed the knife. “This won’t kill you but I doubt it’ll feel good either.”

Carmine lifted the knife and held is hand in place. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to calm herself. She tried asking nicely. “Sorry....”

“CARMINE!” A loud voice echoed through the alleyways and made the people in it freeze. Tommy tilted his head up and got goosebumps. On the roof was a person everyone knew and criminals wish to avoid. Ruby Rose, he hadn’t seen her in person before. The woman’s cloak covered the area as she jumped down gracefully.

With no noise, her heels hit the ground and stood before the pinned man. Her piercing silver eyes borrowed into him and her long hair blew out of her face by the alley draft. Tommy’s back freed of Carmine’s knee and the young girl raised him to his feet. While Ruby’s expression was calm and oddly inviting, Carmine still looked at the man annoyed. Time was valuable and he was wasting hers. He might’ve escaped the knife but now he was stuck between two women that could all but erase him.

“Y...You’re Ruby Ro-”

“I had this under control by the way.” Carmine cut him off. “Don’t see why you intervened.

“You had him terrified and about to wet his pants. That’s a bit much don’t you think?” Ruby put her hands on her hips and shook her head. “No need to be so intense.”

Carmine mimicked her mother’s gesture. “And we care about the state of people like him why? Lackeys and gang bangers with too much ego have no right to be coddled when they’re rotting the city away from the underbelly. People like that might as well disappear.”

“Carmine that’s not how....” Ruby let out a long sigh and looked at Tommy. He was clearly trying his best to remain calm. “Sorry about her. You know teenagers, always intense in one way or another.” She let out an embarrassed chuckle.

Tommy flinched again when suddenly a burst of red petals spun around him. Next thing he knew, handcuffs were on him and his back was against the fence he tried to climb earlier. The pair of red and silver eyes stared him down from just out of the shadows. Yet he could still see Ruby’s more positive demeanor.

“I’m going to jail?” He groaned.

Ruby stepped towards him. “Depends, Tommy.” She reached out and grabbed his shoulder. “The thing is if you go to jail and I bring you in, Cinder will no doubt send someone to try and kill you. Truthfully, it’s not a bad outcome, for me. I’ll just attack your killer and get more info out of them then you most likely.”

“But...you’d stop them before they kill me, right?”

Ruby shrugged, “I can only go so fast. Who knows what could happen, Tommy. Can you take that chance, knowing you will be at the mercy of circumstances around you for gods know how long?”

“N...no” Tommy gulped.

“I mean I could let you run away right now like nothing happened, but any more meetings with Cinder would be absolute hell on your nerves because there’s no way you can keep this from her. What’s worse, you could fuck up and give us information accidentally overtime and then she’d really be mad because we’ll keep an eye on you as long as you’re doing things we don’t like; an unwilling pawn for both sides until someone knocks you off the board. How does that sound to you?” Ruby’s grip got a little tighter.

“Pr...Pretty bad-

“PRETTY BAD!?” Ruby shouted. “Tommy, you will not come out of this well. You’ll probably be dead within the month if I let you leave right now. So my question is what are you gonna do to save your own skin? Because I know what I would ask for in your situation.”

“What’s that?” He asked, almost desperate for his freedom

“I would spill my guts out to the hero because they would at least try to keep you safe if you behaved. Tell me what you know and I will personally take somewhere where you’ll have a fresh start with a new name, a new life that isn’t Illegal. You’ll still sleep with one eye open just to watch your own back but you also know there’s someone who is actively stopping the person who’d want you dead in the first place. Get off the chessboard Tommy. It sucks to be an expendable pawn.”

Tommy could feel her hand trembling. Was she...nervous? No, she was sympathetic. The way Ruby looked at him wasn’t to scare him. She was stating facts and didn’t want him being another statistic. This was the huntress everyone talked about. The one that gives lifelines and creates new endings where they shouldn’t be possible. The was Ruby Rose, the storyteller.

xxxx

Ruby holds up an envelope to the light before facing Carmine, the sound of waves rocking a boat behind them with Tommy in it. Ruby was a woman of her word. She’d take him somewhere safe.

“Here” she held out the envelop for Carmine. “Take it home, no need for me to lug it across the sea.” She waited for Carmine to say something, anything. The girl only nodded and took the thin piece of paper.

Carmine started to walk off but heard Ruby take a step towards her before stopping. She looked back to see her mother frowning, an expression they were both sharing. Ruby looked at her daughter with her emotions clear as day. It was weird to be eye level with her. Without heels, Ruby would be looking up. Carmine had gotten so big the last few years. It was hard not see her as still little.

“I...I know we don’t agree on certain things, and I also know you feel like I helicopter over you. I don’t do it because I don’t trust you or anything like that. Fact of the matter is...I’m your mother. If I can find a way to solve a problem without you doing something drastic, even if you’re willing to do it, then I’m gonna step in. Just because you’re willing to make the tough calls, doesn’t mean I won’t try to keep them away from you. They weigh people down and I don’t want that for you. You’re my daughter, I love you...”

Ruby always hated their fights. It’s why they don’t do missions together. No matter how strong Carmine is, she’ll always be Jaune and Ruby’s little girl. Truthfully, she didn’t hate it at all. Carmine hated arguing too, if not more.

“I get it mom, I do. Perhaps...I was a tad hasty tonight. Thanks for...showing up.” Carmine scratched her head in embarrassment. Since when did talking to her own mom get so rough. “I love you too.” There, she said it.

Ruby gave her daughter a gentle smile and opened her arms, hoping for a hug. She knew she might be getting a bit too mushy right now but unexpectedly, Carmine walked over and embraced it without question. Ruby wasn’t about to complain. Any affection was welcomed at all times when it came from Carmine. Ruby finally let her go and got one more look at her daughter. Time sure does fly.

“My beautiful girl. I saw the trash lid truck by the way, that was pretty badass.”

Carmine playfully rolled her eyes and opened the evelope. Ruby watched the girl read over the paper several times before handing it back. “Got it.”

Ruby’s eyebrows perked up in surprise. A shocked smile came soon after. “You’re-”

“Of course.” Carmine cut her off. She put her hands together and made a glowing red rose form between them. She placed the thing right behind her mother’s ear and smiled. “See you at home?”

“Yeah, I should be back before morning.”

“Good, I’ll have breakfast waiting for you then.” Ruby watch her daughter start to walk off before Carmine slowly blew away into red and yellowish rose petals.

“My oh my, that daughter of mine.” Ruby chuckled. “I can’t wait.”

xxxx

“Done.” Carmine said, rewriting the information down as she layed on the couch. On top of her was her adorable baby brother, fast asleep like he should be. She reached for a candle that lit the room and blew it out. All in all, not a bad night in the slightest. One step closer to their goal. One step closer to the end.

Part 4

Wanna start Rosebud < Part one is a click away.

#rwby #jaune arc #the void #rwby lancaster #ruby rose #carmine arc rose #rwby whiteknight #rwby knightshade #rwby au #rwby dragonslayer #rwby rosebud

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p1nkwitch · 3 years

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If I may one last director's cut: And the Nightmare Collapses? 👁️

Ask as many as you want i dont mind.

Oh my monster au, what to say? I had this in the backburner for a few months now. Originally i was going to make a series of one shots from different characters perspectives.

So first it was going to be Jon waking up from the coma and realizing that everyone were monsters but him sort of like a walking dead scenario. I had the clear picture of him seeing Georgie in her hald deaf state being like, what the fuck happened???

Now the entire idea came to mind with how pissed off i was at everyone in season four acting like Jon was the worst for no discernable reason. Like, Melanie, Basira and Georgie, all treated him in different levels rather cruely. Georgie wasnt so mean, but she was playing blind eye to the whole thing being fucked.

So Jon is the only one who remains human because he tries so hard to keep his humanity despite everything. While everyone else becomes more monstruos, Basira and Melanie in particularly were much more affected, i had a clear vision of a slaughter Mel. But had to keep it brief since Georgie wouldnt want to dwell on her becoming a monster, since now she had no way to deny it. Daisy gets a pass because while on the coffin she regains her humanity by her regret of what she became, its why her changes are minimal in the text.

The other one shots were supposed to be from Elias and Peter perspective with the last being them reuniting.

Now my original idea had no reasoning as to why they were monsters all out sudden. Its not until i realized the potential of the entities just dropping in a world similar enough where they already existed and they end up overcharging, while still carrying the vestigies of the apocalipse that i went like-

Hoy fuck.

Ultimately i am happy with the one shot the way it came out, with Elias being able to see, he was capable of tying up those little threads i wanted to make and make the reference to having an anchor. Anchors tie you to humanity, people are fundamentaly capable of good if they wish too, kindness even in the face of despair, destroys the horrors of the world.

The world wont fix itself, but you adapt and grown and try to make it better.

Now as for the story itself? I just wanted to go buck wild with the scenery of reality fracturing itself and Elias just losing it while perceiving the horrors and understanding far more than possible.

I like eldritch horror i just dont use it enough, or horror shorts in general, maybe i should put up the small ones i made in tumblr they are like a paragraph long each.

For realsies, I really like the idea of monster Elias for several reasons and i wanted to go with it. I have another different take on this verse of how things pan out too, but i will see eventually if i want to write it. There is... also the horny aspec of Peter being, as the fic implies, a monster fucker, not really he just loves Elias whatever shape he comes even if its some weird owl spider thing. If i ever feel brave enough to go thought it in an extra will shall see.

Anyways Jonah goes through life replacing people while manipulating them and toying with their sanity like he did to the ogElias in his interview. Despite being beholding, as per the soup theory, at this point he also represents the stranger, web and spiral fairly well. I have a soft soft for him losing the ability to recognize himself after a while. Because as i pointed out? He kept sort of a more or less stable life, sure, but it must be jarring having to go from one face to another, to have to pretend to be someone else, at least enough that its not glaringly obvious that something is wrong.

So he loses it. The fears overcharge and it all stacks up on him, causing his transformation to be so strong, it ends up consuming him. Not only that but he is vain too, so to be changed into something so horryifing it breaks something else in him, it gives him the idea that no one could want him now, he cant make people do as he says like this, he doesnt know himself and now no one would want to know him anyways. The more he changes the more he loses his sense of self, its not only him, he was so many people it feels weird to be just him, it doesnt fit anymore, so through the story he starts to use they until its what he mainly uses at the end, because he grows and its happy with it by the very end.

His body changes when he doubts himself, the more time it passes the more he forgets. Now the main reason he didnt become a puddle of ink and die, was because as i mentioned he thought about being alone, and it made him think of Peter, that was his last connection, the last thread to a humanity he wasnt sure he still had. When he thinks that he loves him, even if a little, its enough to let him move.

That small lifeline is what actually saved him and what kept him more or less stable for longer that he would have otherwise. Same goes to Peter whos last action before becoming one with his siblings was pick up the phone, the same though went through him, its why even if he was already at the brink of being melded he kept himself alive for longer.

Then there was the idea of copies.

Because, eyes? just the eyes?? I know it works with supernatural energy but, the doubt, the idea or posibility that Jonah Magnus actually died the moment he transplanted his eyes the first time and that Beholding merely put the copied memories of Jonah that it reatained into the new body was such a good concept, i have a special love for it, to not be sure if you are you, but ultimately chosing to live your life despite knowing that you may not be the real one.

I like to point out at the end that he does, that he is the original and that he is not a copy but... its not really proof, Jonah wants to believe it is. Wether is true or not? Thats up to anyone.

Also his monster concept, i toyed with a few options, and ended up adding it somewhat in the final product, originally he was going to be sort of an owl monster sort of mixed with a cat, no not for the joke, i saw really nice fanart of owlcats and i was in love. But as it is i went with something similar to his body in the afterlife beach party.

Instead of tar it was the ink of the letters he wrote, the static remains because he doesnt know his face anymore and he wont again. The fur... i just wanted something nice for later when Peter made his appearence, less sticky more fluffy. 8 arms like a spider, more eyes because of beholding- you get it.

Speaking of Peter!!

Here is the deal, i know or at least believe that the curruption? Is the oposite of the lonely and viceversa. Wanting to be alone vs being consumed by what you love? Perfect.

So the Lukases become amalgamations of fog trapped in a hive mind that they cant escape from. Forced to be together and then to be alone once someone manages to impose themselves like Nathaniel did. Peter could have theorically left his siblings become him, after Elias saw them, but in this, the closenes they shared was enought that he could not do it. <3<3

I wanted to play with the fact that being stuck with so many people, mainly his sisters while slowly melding into one, made him switch from pronouns feeling comfortable in all of them. Lydia, Judith and Clara were all nice and accidentaly he wanted to feel that nice, so he switches more often to her. It too, because at one point he was litreally nothing since the rest were rather happy being one.

Reality check comes and they all realize that, oh shit we fucked him up. Hence the road trip, unfortunately the melding was inevitable, either they became one or someone took charge. Still it gives them time to bond too, which adds to the decision to let them stay with him despite everything. Peter plays into a similar idea, but from a different perspective, you lose yoursef but become a different person. Luka is all of them being at peace with being one, being happy and wanting the same thing, but still mantaining some way to be apart. If i was being sappy i would liken it to a fusion in Steven Universe.

It wasnt as such at first, but later once Peter is the main body they can do it with less fear of dissapearing. It is also true that his feelings bleed out onto them and likewise to him. Its hard being a single being while simultaniously be 5 people in one.

They do love Elias, except for Clara who is mostly just enjoying the company while judging everyones tastes. It is also true that if this hadnt happened they would never have tried it. But life works oddly. Plus they are happy.

The world cant be fixed, but life sort of goes on and people adjust as they can.

Final note? I really, reeeeally wanted to have JME corpses just drop and have everyone freak out. There was a brief idea of having them alive and react to what they did to the world, but i did not want to deal with that many explanations. So yeah, they are dead.

AGAIN SORRY FOR GOING OFF!!! I NEED TO BE STOPPED.

If you want to ask something in particular go ahead i have the ideas still fresh for this one in my head.

#ask #i go off too much #someone shut me uuuuup

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sinfulwonders · 4 years

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Smoll boy and tall boy. Ryoma x Gonta to bless my damaged soul?

Awwwww I’ve never seen this pairing, but I kinda love it. Lmk if there is a ship name and I’ll add it. Also, sorry it’s taken so long.

Goshi (Ryoma x Gonta)

Who asks the other on dates:

Alright, so I could see Gonta asking Ryoma out on accident. (Maybe Kokichi is messing with him and tells him that a date is something it isn’t or something.) But anyway, Ryoma accepts and they go and have a really good time, and Gonta just sort of figures out whats going on along the way, and they sort of just fall into dating each other after that!

Who is the bigger cuddler:

Oh Gonta for sure! Ryoma is a pretty standoffish guy, but Gonta knows deep down that he loves cuddles, and just sort of grabs him and cuddles the heck outta him.

Who initiates holding hands more often:

Hmm, once they start dating I think Gonta would initiate hand holding the first time, but once they get closer Ryoma starts grabbing Gonta’s hand more often! Just little things like Ryoma getting annoyed with someone, or anxious, or even sad, he can grab and hold onto Gonta’s hand as an anchor and he feels better instantly!

Who remembers anniversaries:

Gonta, bless his heart, has a hard time remembering dates. (I mean he grew up in the woods, he’s understandably bad at remembering human customs.) Ryoma is the one who remembers and reminds Gonta of upcoming anniversaries and events. :)

Who is more possessive:

Man, both of them are like the least possessive people. So neither, really. They’re quite protective, but not especially possessive at all.

Who gets more jealous:

Maybe Ryoma from time to time, although neither of them are especially jealous people either. Ryoma might feel jealous from time to time about how great Gonta gets along with people, but it’s more of an “Oh I wish I was better at that too” rather than a “I’m jealous that Gonta’s around people” type of situation.

Who is more protective:

Like I mentioned above, they are both incredibly protective people, and they would do anything for the other. If anyone is being cruel to Gonta’s naive nature Ryoma is the first to step in and rectify the situation. While Ryoma can fend for himself fine, he does tend to spiral internally very quickly, what with his depression, anxiety, and the ptsd from his very checkered past all waiting around the proverbial corner. So Gonta is always ready to pull him out and get him some help when that happens.

Who is more likely to cheat:

Neither one of them. They are probably the two most loyal people in any of the games. They would never.

Who initiates sexy times the most:

Okay, so physical intimacy would have to come way down the line in their relationship, because of how closed off and hurt Ryoma had been before Gonta weaseled his way into his heart. That being said, it’s probably pretty even, although Gonta might initiate it a tad more, just because he’s a very physical person.

Who dislikes PDA the most:

Ryoma does, and that’s okay! Gonta respects that!

Who kills the spider:

:o No one! How could you even suggest that, that’s Gonta’s best friend!

Who asks the the other to marry them:

I could see Gonta learning about marriage and how a proper gentleman asks his lover to marry him, so he does it really classic like. It’s one of the only times he’s seen Ryoma cries.

Who buys the other flowers or gifts:

Gonta brings Ryoma flowers a lot when he goes for nature walks! Ryoma buys Gonta new bug catching and research supplies! :)

Who would bring up possibly having kids:

Neither of them really want kids, and that’s okay! Besides, their many cats would probably get jealous! They also have taken to caring for injured animals they’ve found outside, and rereleasing them into the wild when they’re healthy, so their house is never lonely.

Who is more nervous to meet the parents:

Ryoma doesn’t have much family left, but he’s definitely nervous to meet Gonta’s human and forest family. (He’s honestly more nervous to meet his human family, because Ryoma’s really good with animals and kinda terrible with people.)

Who sleeps on the couch when the other is angry:

They don’t go to bed angry usually, but if they do I think Ryoma would sleep on the couch.

Who tries to make up first after arguments:

Gonta does! Ryoma needs time to sulk cool off and think after arguments.

Who tells the other they love them more often:

Gonta says it more! Ryoma is less expressive and verbal with his feelings, and it takes him a long time to say it. That’s alright though! Gonta knows! ^_^

#gonta gokuhara #ryoma hoshi #ryouma hoshi #danganronpa #ask meme #ship meme #ryoma x gonta #gonta x ryoma #inbox cleanup #goshi

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jokerownsmysoul · 4 years

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kindred spirits

Headcanons: how Arthur behaves with animals and the way he loves them

Warnings: mention of mental illness (just one sentence though)

Word count: 1662

A/N: Arthur x animals makes me so soooft <333 I was so inspired that I wrote it right away so I hope it's not that bad lmaoo

Tag list: @arthurflecksgirl

A/N: english isn’t my first language so I apologize for any typos, I’m still learning.

Arthur is a animal loving and pet friendly.

He is one of those people who wouldn’t kill any living being for anything in the world, not even bugs, contrary to what many people would do. He would think that they don’t deserve to suffer.

He would love every living being and he wouldn’t try to kill them because he knows what it’s like to feel pain, therefore he would take care literally of each of them.

He knows what it’s like to be hurt for no reason, just because he was born in a certain way and with a certain less lucky appearance than others. He knows how it feels to be trampled without guilt, just because people are scared of him, they don’t want to understand him and the only think that they can do is to see him as a freak, unaware of that he didn’t ask to be born like that, he didn’t ask to suffer or struggle with a mental illness. He knows how it feels to be shunned for being born in a way everyone finds repulsive, to live in a skin that was only given to him and by which he cannot free himself, just like everyone else.

He knows what it’s like because people don’t try to understand him better. If they did, if they only tried to tiptoe into his mind and listen to his thoughts and stop moving away from him, they would discover that inside this emaciated skin and under his unregulated walk and his feet heavy as rocks there is a magical universe waiting for nothing but to be able to spread its magic in the world.

He doesn’t know the dynamics of a relationship, but he knows the art of loving. He loves naturally and genuinely.

He loves in an innate way and therefore he would love animals equally without distinction, without concern for the species, just like he’d love every human being no matter their race, ethnicity, age or their skin color, like a child who gets along with everyone.

As obvious and corny as it is to say it, he would be one of those people who love animals more than they could ever love people.

Before you no one has ever loved him, not even his mother has ever treated him as he deserves, so you would be the only person in the world to be able to savor the taste of his love, which he’d like to give only to you in its wholeness.

On days when he feels so lonely, he would find solace in the stray animals he would encounter on his way home.

Every time he comes across a stray cat hiding behind a dumpster, he recognizes himself in this small kitten whose body is too thin, weak, unloved, left in a dispersed alley of a cruel city, just like it happens to him when he gets beaten and a bunch of kids leave him bleeding to the ground on one of those dark, scary streets, on the same dispersed alley inhabited by this unlucky stray cat.

If he met a starving puppy along the way the tiredness he’d feel under his skin and up to the bones after a day of work would be totally forgotten. Instead, he’d go to the nearest store, he’d buy some food to feed the puppy and give him the care and the energy this cat deserves and needs, knowing that in a cruel city like Gotham no one gave him food until then and, truth be told, no one would ever be concerned in anything beyond their ego, let alone paying attention to a puppy walking down an anonymous street and lifeless; the same lack of life of this puppy would be reflected in his own life.

It’s because of these scenarios that he would think animals are more like him than he’d ever imagine, and in these moments when he feels so alone in need of some kind of warmth, he would find comfort in their soft and unloved bodies, which need love and care, a home to feel happy and a warm meal. He would see all this in their lives and recognize himself in each of them as if each puppy and each species were a mirror that reflects all the cruelty of a world that hurts not only people like him, but also innocent animals.

He would take care of every animal and never hurt them.

If he saw a spider in the house, instead of killing him as many people would, he would put it on a piece of paper and take it out of the apartment, back to the nature. If he got bitten by a mosquito he would open the windows, waiting for it to leave the house by itself. If he saw a mouse in the kitchen he'd never kill it, he'd take it out the apartment gently. He knows that this little mouse is innocent and scared of him just like he’s scared of the world.

He’d love to hold ladybugs on his hand, allowing them to trace his fingers with their little, tiny, breakable legs, inspecting his skin and let them to tickle his calloused fingers. He wouldn’t chase them away,instead, he’d wait for them to fly away by themselves. He would observe their colors illuminated by sunlight, he would study their moves to understand how they behave and learn their language better.

He would be very curious and he would love to understand how animals communicate with each other, he would love to spend his time looking at bugs or any kind of animal for hours without ever getting tired, he would like to know as much as possible this part of the world of which we know so little.

By understanding their language he himself would feel better understood. Seeing that it’s possible for a person to understand the language of an animal species would bring him the hope that, perhaps, is not impossible for him to run into a person who would have the desire to understand him as he wants to understand animals, and who actually could understand him.

He wouldn’t be uncomfortable noticing a bug walking on his clothes. He would feel honored, actually, at the thought that a bug chose his own clothes on which to walk, that a bug chose him over others. He’s so deprived of affection that even the simplest gesture of such a small living being would make him happy and would make him feel seen and wanted.

He would love the natural, carefree and instinctive way animals love each other and every human, even those who harm them.

He would smile every time he hears a bird singing because birds have music inside their soul just like him.

In fact, whenever he hears the song of a bird he would love to dance with in the background the slight chirping of a bird leaning against the window of the living room, or the remote singing of a swallow which at that moment is crossing his way home scattering this sweet melody inside each apartment.

No one would notice the little bird walking through these apartments, no one except Arthur. He would be fascinated by the thought that a swallow knows the right time to go away, living a place to go back home. He would be fascinated to know where this swallow is headed and he would also feel even a bit of envy thinking that this swallow is lucky enough to leave a city so cruel where there is no place for the sweet singing of a bird.

He would daydream of being himself a bird and being able to go away, somewhere far away in search of his one and only person, having the chance to fly light in a sky that was his safe haven when, as a child, he raised his eyes and looked at the clouds to defeat the pain inside him. He would daydream of hovering in the air and seeing the city from above, feeling disconnected from every chain, and probably seen from up there Gotham would look even less cruel.

With his head turned upwards and his eyes extended towards the sky he’d wonder where he would go if only he had wings.

A smile would paint his face when the thought of going to California would make room in the depths of his mind, warming his heart and erasing the frost he feels every time no one shows him kindness, where he gets more and more aware that Gotham is a city to run away from and never come back.

If only he had wings he would go to California, sharing its beaches and magical landscapes with the love of his life, sitting on the seashore telling each other’s dreams and hopes, the ones Gotham buried in the slums of its dark streets.

But they can now be unearthed in a place where everything seems to be possible, where there are no chains anymore corroding his ankles or cruelty ripping his wings off, preventing him from taking flight.

Yeah, he’d definitely go to California.

With you, or in search of you.

He would love to dance to the rhythm of the song of a bird twirling in every space of the apartment, pretending that his arms, twirling in the sparkling air of a place he wants to forget, are the wings he has always dreamed of having; taking flight to the discovery of love and of his one and only person, whom existence he knows exists somewhere and really wants to find.

But after he finds you he would know he’s always had wings, he only needed your love to be able to unfold them in their feathery majesty and finally, finally, to be able to fly with you, like two swallows in a flock that even if two distinct soul fly together, side by side.

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just-dreaming-about · 4 years

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Here I am with the third part of my Spider-Man fanfic. Thank you so much to those who have liked the others and I hope you also like this. Enjoy!

FIRST IMPRESSIONS #3

When Thalia noticed it she was doing it again. She had just left the hospital, another afternoon with her father, and now she was wandering around the city turning all the doubts in her head. She was getting used to the noise of the city, she was beginning to seem it ideal to think but the doubts were not clearing in her head. She carried a great weight on her back and she had no one to share with, her only world was her father and she didn't want to worry him anymore. It was so frustrating.

It had been a few days since her encounter with Spider-Man and her talk with her father, she hadn't clarified anything but she also didn't know why she had started walking around the city until late. Was looking for the solution to her problems or was looking for someone? That was another question that she couldn't answer and when her thoughts seemed to turn against her, it was time to go home. But this time was different because she couldn't remember the way home, she didn't recognize the buildings or the stores.

She began to feel overwhelmed, a anxiety attack was growing in her chest and she tried to contain it. She crossed the street and turned right but still didn't recognize where she was. Was she really lost? She? She knew the streets of New York as if it were the palm of her hand! It was embarrassing to recognize it out loud and yet another pressure her heart must endure. Turn to the left. Another unrecognizable street. Then another thought crossed her mind; didn't she recognize the street because she was lost or because she was having a anxiety attack?

So the next step was obvious. She took refuge in a lonely alley, leaned her back against the wall and tried to breathe slowly but was unable. Every pounding in her heart ached in her chest and tears began to collect in her eyes.

Suddenly someone was in front of her, it was speaking to her but she couldn't hear it clearly and that person's hands were cold on her shoulders. And one of those hands went down her right arm urgently until caught her hand and brought it to a marked chest. He was a boy, for sure, and a strong one. A new wave of panic invaded her at the thought of what could happen to her if she didn't defend herself and tried to attack him but to no avail, she wasn't at her best and whoever had found her like this was strong enough to contain her. Her right hand was still clinging to that boy's chest by his hand, but now his other hand was holding her by the nape of the neck trying not to hurt her, which puzzled her more. And then she was able to focus her vision and see him clearly. Chocolate eyes, brown curls and a worried gesture. His thin, pink lips were moving fast -he was talking to her- but she couldn't figure out what they were saying. Then the boy's chest started to puff up and deflate slowly, it was almost mesmerizing and she started to imitate him. Little by little the sound returned to her.

-That's right, you do it very well -he said slowly- Inspire with me, come on -his chest puffed up and she followed him- And now we let it go -his chest deflate slowly on a par with her- Good. Once again?

Slowly everything came to her, each pounding stopped hurting, her head cleared, and her breathing was no longer so strained.

-Cute boy? -she asked looking at him.

-Actually is Peter Parker -he said laughing although the blush that appeared soon on his cheeks gave him away.

He removed the hand that had rested on the nape of her neck as if the touch suddenly burned but he was unable to move away because her hand still rested on his chest.

-What are you doing here?

-Help you with an anxiety attack?

He was so confused and she was so weakened at the time, she was clear but her head hurt. She shook her head, that wasn't what she was referring to but couldn't explain herself.

-Where I am?

-Queens. Do you want me to call someone?

-I want a hug.

And that was the most sincere thing Thalia had said in several months. Sincere and painful. Cute boy granted her what she wanted, hugged her a little awkward at first. He did his best to comfort her, one firm hand on her waist as the other circled her back, whispering words of encouragement even though he didn't know what he was comforting her for.

-We will talk about why I found you here? -he whispered not wanting to break the moment.

-You first -she whispered too.

-My aunt work at this help center. I was taking out the trash and I saw you here.

-And you still remember me? It's been almost a week since we collide.

-Well not many girls have put me against the bookshelf... It sounded fatal. I'm sorry, I didn't want to...

-It's okay -she interrupted him, she remembered that watching him rambling was fun but she wasn't for that now. Now she needed stability and he was providing it- Why do you help me?

-Because you seemed to be suffering.

Those words sounded so sincere that it hurt. It hurt as if a truck had passed her. Lately everything hurt, physically and emotionally, her world was shaking and she had nowhere to hold on.

-I know it may sound a little strange but I think it would be better to go inside-he was still whispering like he was afraid she might get another attack.

She said nothing but he carried her inside. His firm hand was still on her waist and she had an arm around his shoulders. She still needed stability and he kept providing it. The door through which they entered led them to the kitchen where five people were fighting each other to make quality food in the shortest time possible while many other people came and went carrying dishes. No one paid attention to them as they headed towards the stairs but halfway there a voice stopped them.

-Peter, how good I find you. Who's your friend?

Peter whispered an apology before turning to the woman who was looking at them with a kind smile and a playful look, her hands resting on her hips as if she had just caught two kids being mean.

-Aunt May, this is Thalia.

-Nice to meet you Thalia -smiled May- Where was my responsible and trustworthy nephew taking you?

-Even I have noticed the double meaning, Aunt May -Peter said frustrated- Is not what you think.

-So what is it, Pete?

Aunt May was folding her arms but smiling amused at the expense of Peter who was rambling again.

-Actually -it was the first time Thalia had spoken and she won May's kind and Peter's worried gaze- I'm not at my best and her nephew has offered to help me.

Thalia's frankness was received with a few seconds of silence until May gave them permission for them to go up to her office and they did. The office Peter took her to was small, with just enough space for a table, an armchair, a bookshelf full of messy folders, and a narrow sofa for visitors. Papers were scattered everywhere, even on the sofa. Peter ran to pick them up apologizing for the mess and motioned for her to sit on the small sofa.

-Do you want me to bring you something to drink or eat?

Thalia didn't answer, sat down and looked at her hands. Peter looked at her worriedly and sat next to her.

-Do you want to talk about what has happened?

But she didn't want to talk, that wasn't her thing, she didn't open herself up to people and less to people she had just met. Peter seemed genuinely concerned about her and was offering her the stability that she needed but couldn't hold on to him because if anyone saw all the shit on her...So what was she doing there? Why had she been dragged into that office and sat there? The answer came to her in a blink and she looked at him seriously.

-If I asked you for something, would you give it to me?

-If it is something within my reach... Yes, of course.

-I need a friend. Someone who doesn't ask. Would you do that for me?

Peter swallowed and nodded but nothing in the world could prepare him for what she did next. She snuggled into his chest and hid from all the bad that was chasing her, hugged him with perhaps too much strength but he didn't refuse, accepted the strength of her grip and hugged her with the same strength. Peter didn't understand the reason for that much-needed hug, it was as if Thalia was clinging to the only thing that could get her afloat and it was a strange feeling to feel so much needed by someone he hardly knew. But that was a lie because he knew perfectly well who she was, she was a spy, a thief, the agent of one of his greatest enemies and still felt that he had the responsibility to help her because she was slowly giving him all the pieces of the puzzle although she didn't know that all the pieces were given to the same person. As Spider-Man obtained the information that she didn't want to give to Peter Parker and as Peter Parker could comfort her as she didn't allow herself to be consoled by Spider-Man. It was a mess but it worked.

When Thalia opened her eyes again it was dark in the office, she was lying on the sofa and a blanket covered her. She was alone. There was a note in front of her signed by Peter promising her that he would be back soon, that if she was hungry she could snack from the kitchen. But she wasn't going to wait for him. She grabbed a jacket labeled Peter Parker and left the office. The whole building seemed to be dark but it didn't bother her, she used to work better with the lights off, she undid the path that she had done with Parker hours before and left the building through the back door. Once outside, she picked up her phone and saw that she had several missed calls and a lot of messages from the same number, but she ignored it and went to a fire escape that took her to the roof of the building. From above everything seemed smaller, including her confused thoughts. She took refuge in his jacket and allowed herself to breathe in Parker's scent again. Cute boy. She smiled.

-Should I be concerned that we always end up on a rooftop?

She turned her head lazily to verify that it was Spider-Man who was accompanying her and then continued to look at the city.

-Are you going to arrest me?

-Have you done anything illegal lately? -he stood next to her, observing the city too.

-I've convinced an innocent boy to spend the night with me -she commented as if it was nothing but it really meant something to her. Everything was easier if she pretended.

Spider-Man turned his head in surprise, then coughed and replied;

-And why are you telling me that?

-He has made me think. Well, not him but thanks to him I have been able to...-took a deep breath and released it- think clearly.

-He seems a nice person -he turned his head to look at her and then looked back quickly- Has he left you the jacket?

-Actually... I stole it from him -she smiled absently, wrapping herself in the jacket- Old habits aren't easily forgotten.

-I hope you return it.

-I hope so too -she closed her eyes, breathed in the scent of Peter Parker again and when she opened them again her gaze hardened- Spider-Man, I'm about to entrust you with important information but if I asked you for something, would you give it to me?

Spiderman's aura suddenly hardened too, preparing himself.

-Only if it's something within my reach.

Thalia must have listened to her instinct at that moment, the feeling of deja vu that suddenly enveloped her but it was at a very important moment and as that conversation ended her life would change for better or for worse.

Thalia's demands for their negotiation were reduced to one; protection for her father. She didn't care what might happen to herself. Spider-Man accepted without hesitation, promised that he would contact S.H.I.E.L.D. and that they would take care of everything. In exchange Thalia gave him names, addresses, told him of the plans they had entrusted to her and of which she had learned spying. She told him how she had ended in that situation, how everything seemed simple and innocent at first -an easy job- and how it progressively complicated until she found the shit up to her neck without escape. She told him everything and Spider-Man listened without interruption.

When she finished speaking, she headed for the fire escape stairs under the watchful eye of Spider-Man.

-Are you going to spend the rest of the night with that innocent boy?

Thalia stopped before reaching the stairs.

-No. I won't go back to him.

-Why not? He helped you think clearly ... or so you said.

She turned to see him with a wistful smile on her face.

-I don't want my shit to splash on him. He would be scared.

-Maybe you'd be surprised at what innocent boys are capable of.

-Maybe another day I'll give to my innocent boy that chance. I'll see you out there, Spider-Man.

She went downstairs and drifted down the streets of Queens. This time she knew the way home.

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things-we-used-tc-share · 5 years

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Tear me open (see what’s inside)

Warnings: Some minor angst

Ship: Analogical

Plot:

“Talk to me about what’s going on in your head,”

Logan hesitates “Have you ever loved something or someone? Do you ever feel trapped because you love them and then you have to somehow, some way, figure out how to stop it?” There’s a silence so deathly that Logan swears he might be suffocating.

Logan’s been staring at the same stretch of wall for so long he thinks the colours might be changing through the blur of his own eyes. Blinking, he notices there’s water in his eyes that trail over his cheeks; it’s just from staring for too long, he tells himself, like the hollow aching in his chest has nothing to do with anything anymore.

Hollow.

He really is. His bones seem to creak under his lack of sleep, his muscles ache in their fatigue and the long nights seem longer when you haven’t slept a wink. He is logic, he should know by now what a healthy sleep pattern is. The other’s were starting to notice too, the ruffled hair, the bags under his eyes, the empty look on his face when he completes a task that he would usually at least have a smile for. Logan has a tasklist for making coffee, completing tasks is his life. Yet he stares into the dark brown surface with a look so absent it’s a wonder there’s even a person in there.

“He’s been avoiding me, what about you,” He stands at the top of the stairs and listens to them talk about him like he’s an object unable to answer for himself. But there again he’s been lying so much lately, he doesn’t blame them for not trusting his answers.

“He’s been talking to me but only in yes’s and no’s,” Patton’s voice sounds tired and strained like he’s been mulling over questions that have no answers, and answering questions that don’t even exist yet. “He looks so...sad,”

“Logan doesn’t get sad,” Roman interjects and Logan wants to say ‘yes, that’s me, I don’t get sad, I don’t feel anything,’ But that would be another lie on top of the spider web of untruths he’s been telling. Over and over and over again, for years. The same lie, the biggest lie, the oldest fucking lie he’s ever told.

“I don’t feel anything,”

Yet his body feels like it’s collapsing in on itself over it’s sleepless nights thinking over and over again, what would it be like? To love? The way Roman loves his work, and them; the way Patton loves the world and everything it did and did not contain, the way Virgil loves the peace and quiet? Somewhere between those first questions and the last, he had managed to answer that he’d already known love. In the taste of Crofter’s, in the pictures of the night’s sky, in the way that Virgil smiles with uncertainty.

Which lead to a three month long day in which he couldn’t remember the last time he slept because why Virgil? Why does seeing him give him such a rush of energy and sadness at the same time? Melancholy happiness where you just want to hold someone’s hand and tell them the names of the constellations (and how none of them, not a single one, are as beautiful as the look on Virgil’s face when a problem is solved).

Logan had managed to fall in love so many times without realizing it, except this time it’s a person, a person with the capability to love him back and somehow that’s so much worse than loving a black hole. A black hole can’t break his heart. Well, not emotionally anyway.

He steps down the stairs to make his breakfast, a hush falls and they all go about their day.

“What’s going on?” Virgil stands in Logan’s doorway looking taller than Logan remembered, his eyeliner worn from the day and jacket wrapped around him like a gift that can never be opened. “I know when you’re upset Logan, did I do something? Did we do something?” And that’s all it really takes for the logical facet to break, his gaze softening as he shakes his head. His own foolishness should not cost them their comfort. “What’s going on with you, L?”

“I don’t really know,” Virgil is used to Logan sounded bold and brash, knowing the answer to everything and every question and never doubting himself for a moment. He’s not used to a scared whisper of a man who for the first time in his life, really does not have the answer or any idea of how to find it.

“Talk to me about what’s going on in your head,”

“Yes,” Virgil finally said, looking down at his hands “I have, and I do, all the time,” He crosses his legs on the bed “When I was younger I used to watch Patton and Roman, you spent all your time in your room reading books so you weren’t much fun,” He teases a little “But I used to watch them hold hands and play fight with wooden swords and run around like the entire world is something to fall in love with, especially Patton, I wondered what that was like, and when you all decided you needed me I knew what that was like,” He pauses for a moment “Well, maybe not the whole world the way those two do, but you guys, I love all of you,” It’s like there’s more he wants to say but he can’t find the word or his fears are crawling through his throat and stopping them. “But back then it just made me feel lonely,” He admits.

Logan rubs the inside of his wrists anxiously “I see,” He doesn’t, he can’t pretend to understand, as Virgil said for most of their-and Thomas’-childhood, he adored the loneliness, because he was never really alone, in a room piled high full of books. Thomas was always learning at that stage so he had a lot of things he needed to consume academically and in general. He used to love being alone.

“I think you misjudged your own needs, Logan,” Virgil finally breaks the silence like he can read his mind. “You...you spent so much time alone because you had so much to do, Roman and Patton their jobs weren’t intensive,Roman can create anything at the drop of a hat it didn’t require his thoughts, and Patton was simply an overarching and developing facet that grew throughout Thomas’ life, through experiences,” He pauses “And now it’s the other way around, his job requires Roman’s intensive focus and not a whole lot of education,” Logan nods slowly “So you’re stuck in a position where your entire life you’ve kept yourself busy and away from people and now, you need people and don’t know how to interact with that feeling, you don’t have enough books to drown your loneliness with, and you are lonely, I can feel it like literally I stepped into this room and it felt like I was walking into mine,”

Logan’s jaw tenses, that can’t be good at all. “I think you’re correct,” He looks at his walls. “But I also think it’s more than that,” Virgil can see the sadness in his eyes, their arms brushing against each other as Logan slides his glasses off of his face and pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration “I’m not good with feelings,” Virgil nods “But I do have them, I feel a lot actually, and lately it’s been overwhelming,” The pause again, neither of them knowing the right words or how to find them “And I don’t know how to ask so I’d rather just show you,” He rests his glasses, folded neatly beside him on the bed. He looks so tired. Virgil’s eyebrows furrow.

And then Logan’s hand rests on Virgil’s cheek, leaning down to kiss him warmly. His lips are dry and chapped and they taste a little salty. Had Logan been crying? His lips mouth so slowly and yet so smoothly, like the question he’d been wanting to ask lay between his lips but not in his words.

Virgil gives a small smile “I understand,” He takes Logan’s hand in his “But love is more than that, you know that right?”

“I know, I love Patton and I love Roman but, it’s different, the same but like it’s shifted to left a little,” Virgil nods, as long as Logan understands that this is not the only love. “And I’ve loved many things and never realized it, I love the stars and books, and task lists and deadlines, and I love every single person who has made Thomas happy and I love Roman and Patton and Thomas, and that teacher who gave a lecture on theoretical physics that I made Thomas go too because I was interested in it and then I had to beg him to pay attention all the way through it,” Virgil laughs, nodding “I just never really realized because I expected love to be less passive, more painful and more noticeable, I expected it to hit me like a bag of rocks like in movies or romance novels, there are no textbooks on love, Virgil,”

“That would make life so much easier,” Logan laughs, short and pained, but the first time he’s laughed in months, or smiled or felt anything close to happiness

“And then I realized something changing, and I knew I loved you all, but this was different, I usually fall asleep thinking about the newest science crazes...”

“Nerd,”

“But instead I was falling asleep thinking about you,”

Virgil smiles and squeezes his hand “Yeah, me too buddy,” They smile at each other and Logan shakes his head.

“I really need to sleep,”

“Yeah you do, squidge up I’m joining you,” Logan doesn’t think he’s ever blushed in his life, but underneath the covers, arms and legs tangled, he’d never known his body to feel so warm before.

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shadowofmytime · 5 years

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>> some of my absolute favorites ! like and reblog if you save and enjoy ! happy reading and give some kudos to these amazing writers ! always feel free to send me some of your favorites ! ! <<

>> There is a bit so for your convenience they are in alphabetical order ! The ‘s’s are some of my all-time favorites ! ! <<

>> min yoongi x park jimin <<

All the seasons of your love - 5k+ [college au]

The movement in the library was still slow in the first week, so Yoongi could easily remember the few people who came by. That's why he pays so much attention to a certain dark-haired freshman who walks in on a Wednesday afternoon - or at least that's what he tells himself. He goes over to the front counter and asks Yoongi for directions to the Economy 101 session and, God, his voice is as sweet as his eye-smile.

Or how librarian Yoongi fell head over heels for cute freshman Park Jimin who, unfortunately, was very much straight - or so Yoongi thought.

Bon Voyage - 47.9+ [tourist! au]

Yoongi was meant to be taking the trip of a lifetime with his boyfriend. But now he's in Paris, alone and miserable. That is until he collides - quite literally - with one Park Jimin.

Boys who talk shit - 26k+ [college au]

When Yoongi enrolled in BTS (aka Boys who Talk Shit) Boarding School, he wasn't really expecting to be the only 'straight' (to be read sarcastically) guy in a room of seven geniuses (aka children aged five to ten, honestly). Plus four pet spiders. Yes, plural.

Chaotic episodes in A Place of Love and War, where Yoongi learns all about True Love via Park Jimin, Music and Marriage. Sort of. Brain bleach and earplugs are strongly recommended.

Conflicting arrangement - 162k+ [fake boyfriend au]

"Absolutely not," Yoongi deadpanned. "Namjoon-ah. I value you as a friend, and I think I'd even go as far as to say that you're my best friend, but absolutely fucking not."

"You owe me," Namjoon pleaded. "Come on, Yoongi, it's not a big deal."

"Your boyfriend's best friend's best friend needs a fake boyfriend to come out to his family this Chuseok, all the way in fucking Busan," Yoongi repeated drily without pause, making Namjoon wince. He flipped a page of his textbook, picking up his highlighter. "Not a big deal, Namjoon. Amazing."

Cotton Candy - 240k [high school rock band]

"He could get used to sitting next to Yoongi like this. To have him around. To have the band around. To smile and feel happy. To see Yoongi sitting in front of an instrument and having him play just for him.

'If this was my happy ending,' Jimin thinks, resisting the urge to lean his head on Yoongi's shoulder, 'if I wasn't who I am, I'd just let you have me whenever you want. You could have me anytime.'"

As spring turns into summer, school band Cotton Candy unexpectedly loses its singer and the members are forced to look for a new vocalist. Six boys find one in the form of the promiscuous pink-haired boy Park Jimin who makes a home in their hearts and finally finds a place he belongs

Daegu drift - 53k+ [motorcyclist / playboy au]

Jimin stops in Daegu for a big motor show and gets caught up with the locals. Specifically one Min Yoongi.

Sneak Peek:

Yoongi has his arms folded as he stares Jimin down.

“Are you going to join the rally, or not?”

Jimin takes his time answering because he likes the way Yoongi is looking at him. “Sure. I guess it could be fun. But you do realize none of you have a chance against a Bugatti, right?”

“It’s not the car that wins the race,” the other man says. “It’s the driver. You could have the fastest, best-equipped car in the goddamn universe, but if you’re a shit driver, it doesn’t make a difference.”

Goodbye from lonely - 65k+ [uncle yoongi!]

Park Jimin works two jobs that he loves and is going to college to get his teaching degree.

Min Yoongi is a personal assistant who hates his job and spits in his boss' coffee every day.

Kim Taehyung has been infatuated with his clueless co-worker for the better part of a year.

Jeon Jeongguk has a three-year-old daughter that he'd do anything for.

Somehow the tiny human brings them all together.

Tae is in love with Kookie -> Kookie's daughter takes Jimin's ballet class -> Yoongi is Kookie's stepbrother -> Jimin and Yoongi meet because of Kookie's daughter.

In your eyes (it’s where I wanna be) - 5.5k [coffee shop! au]

Jimin pauses with his marker inches away from the cup, because — is he really going to do this? Isn’t it a bit old-fashioned to write something flirty on a coffee cup? But no matter what his churning gut says about the danger and what the hell are you doing do you want to die, this guy is — with no better way to put it — totally Jimin’s Type with a capital T.

(Or: Jimin accidentally starts a nickname war with the cute blonde who likes his coffee way too bitter.)

Inked flowers - 6.4k [tattoo artist / florist au]

Something stopped him. A sound of a piano. He looked around and saw a light coming from the window on the other side of the street. On the third floor was an open window. A light and the sorrowful sound of a piano flew out of the room. Jimin looked closer and saw a figure or at least a top of someone's head.

The melody was so sad and sorrowful that Jimin wanted to cry. He started thinking, what could possibly go inside that person’s head? What were they thinking? Jimin just hoped that they weren’t sad and alone.

(let me see you) get high then low - 4k+ [photographer/model au]

"The light-haired model is the kind that fascinates Yoongi, and at the same time, he prefers to steer away from. He's all smiles and flowers, drawing you in with his cuteness until he's not anymore. Suddenly, he’s something else entirely; he's that false calm, the ocean that looks smooth on the surface but will drag you down to its depths if you dare to touch it."

Min Yoongi works in a photography studio with some (very questionable) friends that can't get any work properly done without making a bit of a fuss.

Park Jimin is a model handcuffed against his will and bored. Also a little bit horny, maybe.

Math Tutor - 11.7k [bad boy! yoongi]

Min Yoongi is the school's resident Bad Boy™. He's covered in tattoos, is pierced, curses like a sailor, smokes like crazy, doesn't give a shit about anything, possesses a hot temper that has people steering clear of him, and is desperately in love with Park Jimin, the adorable math nerd. When Jimin is tasked with tutoring Yoongi in math, who is in danger of failing the class and being held back a year, both boys are hesitant. Yoongi because he can't think straight around the boy with startling red hair, and Jimin because Yoongi is scary as hell and looks like he can easily kill someone. Gradually, though, the two grow closer, and Jimin finds that Yoongi is nothing like how he'd imagined.

Maybe I hate you can be our always - 35.9k [enemies to lovers]

When Yoongi thinks about it, really gives it genuine thought, it's possible that Park Jimin isn't the worst person in the world.

(Or, Yoongi and Jimin get off on the wrong foot.)

Ode to yoonmin - 4k+ [texting]

yoongi and jimin are in very much in love but they're the only ones who don't know it

chat fic with a bunch of bad jokes and memes ¯\_(ツ)_/

Out of my system - 101.6k+ [one night stand]

Yoongi likes one night stands and he understands how they work. What he doesn’t understand, however, is how he ended up in bed with a probably-not-legal kid crying in his arms about his broken heart, because he’s pretty sure (and correct him if he’s wrong) that a babysitting job was not what he was looking for when he went to the opening of his friend’s new club

Standing on the brink of 376 - 42.9k+ [street racing]

When Taehyung woke him up at three AM to go to a street race—an illegal one, no less—claiming it would help his social anxiety, Jimin never actually expected it to do much for him, except maybe make him cry hysterically. He found that he really wasn't too far off-kilter with that assumption, but it was only after he'd suffered through countless bouts of insecurity that he realized, hidden behind each stuttered breath, every inevitable tear, every spark of unavoidable fear, and even the customary cloud of cigarette smoke itself, lay a tremendous amount of affection for a certain platinum haired street racer that he can't even begin to justify. But when his opinion of fact, fate, and even life itself continues to blur with each push of the gas pedal, he thinks he just might be able to forgive himself for falling in love with a criminal, when the nonsensical moonshine of the present mutes the anxiety that had been a constant within his heart up until this November.

Strawberry lube - 82.7k+ [college au]

Yoongi remembers little to nothing of their crazy drunken night out. But of two things he's absolutely sure, one: he's not gay, two: he just slept with Park Jimin

The Paradiso Lounge - 192k+ [photographer/stripper au]

“Do I have to pay you for that service?”

This isn’t a dream (let me love you) - 26k+ [highschool au]

As captain of his high school’s basketball team, Min Yoongi dedicated all of his attention to his team and their games. His focus on the game never waned, not once for anything or anyone.

Well, until head cheerleader Park Jimin flashed his abs during a solo cheer and made him fuck up his shot

Trying to Behave (but you know we never learned how) - 329k+ [non-idol! au]

It's been years since Yoongi's last seen him and the younger boy is a shell of his former self in a way that makes his heart twist in his chest. And yet, after all this time and countless days of convincing himself to let him go, he's still unconditionally, head over heels in love with Park Jimin.

(Jimin and Yoongi grow up together.)

Valentino Summers - 657k+ [‘80s gangsters]

Whether or not Jimin was smuggling drugs really didn’t matter. He was hustling, and these days that was all there was to it.

Hustle and survive or struggle and die.

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living-dead-parker · 5 years

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Virgin - S.R

Summary: Steve loses his virginity (lowkey requested by @boutchie03 )

What I’m actually writing for Captain America??? This will probably be one of the few exceptions for him bc I’m not used to writing with him. I prefer writing Tony smut, but ngl I personally feel this was one of my better ones.

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap ya willy), cussing. Totally ooc but idc and I know this is intense for one’s first time but oh well lmaooo, also shitty ending bc I didn’t know how to end it

Word Count: 2.8k

Steve watches -hidden behind a newspaper- from his seat in the kitchen the way you joke around with Tony. The prolonged stares, the lingering touches, the way you laugh at his jokes like they're extremely funny. How he would kill to be in Tony's place. Making you laugh like that, having your fingers mess with the blonde strands on his head, making your lips curl up into the familiar smile he loves seeing plastered on your face. However, he knows it's wrong. For many reasons. One being that you're Tony's. He could never feel good about himself if he made someone cheat.

Another thing was the age. Hell, he's technically a hundred years old, despite looking like a twenty-something-year-old. Everybody thought your relationship with Tony was odd, despite the two of you denying any type of relationship. They're not dumb, they can all hear the screams from Tony's room, the banging and the creaking. In no way are the two subtle. Now if it was you and Steve, there'd be hell to pay. Everybody would be judging the hell out of the soldier. But it's not like you're barely an adult, you're in your mid-twenties. Old enough to make decisions about who you sleep with.

On top of that, Steve mainly sees you as a sexual person, not one for romance and love. Sure, he'd love to get you in bed, but he's a traditional man and he just knows you wouldn't marry him just to have sex. It's an idiotic thought, really. But he can't help but think it. Being a virgin for a hundred years isn't too ideal -but in Steve's defense, he's been stuck in ice for 70 of those years- and he knows a big reason why he wants to have sex with you is because he just wants to get it over with as well.

"Hey Steve!" you greet as you walk into the kitchen. Steve's eyes dart over to you quickly as he sets the newspaper down, giving you a smile and greeting you eagerly. A little too eagerly if you ask him. You walk over to the counter furthest from the entrance and grab two mugs from one of the cupboards above. You fill them both with some coffee, but you only grab one of the mugs and take it to the table with you. At the table, you take a seat next to Steve before grabbing the liquid creamer just a few feet away from you.

"Morning, Cap," Tony says as he walks into the kitchen a few seconds later, heading for the other mug. Steve looks up and greets Tony with a nod, offering nothing more after that. Steve looks down at the newspaper on the table and grabs it, lifting it up to pretend to be reading once more.

"Steve," you begin once Tony takes a seat at the table. Steve looks up from the newspaper, noticing Tony's eyes are on his StarkPad. Your eyes are fixed in Steve's direction, waiting for him to actually look at you. "Tony and I were thinking and we know you need a break from some of the missions. Maybe we can start sending others out more?"

Steve looks up at you, finally, after pretending to stare at the newspaper. His brows furrow and he looks surprised and confused by the proposition. The man never gets tired, how could he be tired of Avenging? "I'm sorry?" Steve asks as he looks between you and Tony.

"It's just- we think Bucky and Wanda haven't been pulling their weight much lately. It seems pointless to employ them if they're not even doing anything," you continue, eyeing the man carefully. His eyes squint into a glare, but it seems to be cast at Tony. "Wanda's last mission was two months ago and it was a short rescue mission that lasted an hour. Bucky hasn't been on a mission in four months. They've been training nonstop and they've expressed they're ready to go out. But you never send them."

"What about the Spider kid? He never goes on any missions?" Steve asks, feeling a bit defensive. Normally he wouldn't snap, but who are they to tell him how to run his team?

"He's just a kid, Steve. He does neighborhood patrols and that's that," you cut in and glare at Steve. Why is he being such a dick about it?

"Yeah, plus you're not the only person in the team. We still have Sam, Nat, and Bruce. Who all get very tired because they're still regular humans. You may have the super serum," Tony says before standing up and setting his mug down. "But they don't," he concludes before making a dramatic exit out of the kitchen. Steve rolls his eyes at the other man.

A huff escapes Steve's lips as he lifts his own mug and takes a sip of his coffee. His eyes scrunch up in disgust at the cold coffee. When he looks over at you, he notices the way you're bottom lip is tugged between your teeth. He gives you a look of pure confusion, not understanding why you're looking at him like that.

"Friday, lock the kitchen," you say. A quiet trill sound is made as metallic doors come shutting down from the top of each entrance to the kitchen. Steve looks around, his brows furrowing as he notices there's no escape. Not that he wants to, it's just a bit shocking to the man.

"W-what are you doing?" Steve asks as you approach him. Slowly, he steps back with every step you take forward. You smirk once he's up against the counter and you're standing in front of him. There's a significant height difference, which one would not find intimidating if they were looking at you, but this is Steve. He wants nothing more than to be able to feel you in ways that he knows only Tony gets to.

"Look, Cap. The team is getting a bad rep because people think we're hiding something with Bucky and Wanda. If we send them out, they'll see nothing fishy is going on. Just send them on more missions-"

"So this is a PR thing? Really?" Steve asks, his voice coming off with tons of shock and disdain. You roll your eyes as you rest a hand on his chest.

"Yeah, but it's more than that. They're just sitting ducks letting their skills go to waste. You know they're valuable assets to the team. They can help us do less damage. On top of that, world leaders are getting concerned again. We're just trying to protect Bucky and Wanda again from not getting detained or something. Just send them on missions and let people see that they're doing what they're supposed to. Tony and I can only hold them off for so long."

Steve shakes his head. You're not sure why he's so hesitant to send them on missions. They're the best at what they do and they always make it out safely. Sam is overworked, Bruce -as of lately- seems to be having trouble with the other guy, and Nat needs rest too. So why can't he alternate them out?

You don't bother moving from your position between Steve's legs and you find yourself moving closer towards him. You find your hips pushed up against his now and you can't help but to move your hands up to his shoulders. Steve looks down at you, eyes wide and his breath gets labored. What does he do now?

"We should proba-"

"I know you want to fuck me," you blurt out as Steve's hands move to your arms in an attempt to move you. He stops and looks at you, lips parted in shock but his eyes squinted in confusion.

"What?" he asks. You roll your eyes at his obliviousness.

"I see the way you look at me," you begin as your hands slide down to the hem of his grey shirt. His hands move down to your hips and he tugs his bottom lip between his teeth. "And I notice how you get nervous whenever you see me in little to no clothing. Tank tops should not make a man so nervous. Then I remember that you're a virgin and I remember how I used to tremble at seeing guys in just their underclothing when I was on the verge of losing my virginity," you admit.

Your hands slide up into his shirt, shuddering at the warmth of him. He pulls you flush against him and leans down to capture your lips in his. His lips are only slightly chapped but you ignore it, falling into the kiss. You grind your hips into his as you wrap your arms around his neck. A groan escapes his lips as he feels you continue to grind your hips into his. You feel a semi against your clothed core and a smirk begins to form on your lips as he continues to groan.

"Y/N wait," he says as he pulls away, pulling back from you. "What about Tony?" he asks, suddenly feeling guilty.

Through a chuckle, you ask, "what about Tony?"

"Well," Steve begins as he looks around. Anywhere but at you. "Aren't you two a thing?" he asks. His question causes you to giggle. Does he really think that? His eyes give it away though. He totally believes you are.

"Oh my god. No, we're not a thing, Steve. We're just fuck buddies if you will. Whenever he's lonely and I need a good fuck, he's there. But we're not together or anything. Strictly sexual, no strings attached," you explain. Steve looks so lost, making you giggle even more.

"Isn't it weird, though? Having sex without feelings?" Steve asks.

"Not really. I mean, sex with someone you love is amazing. But sometimes sex with someone you hate or someone you're friends with is even better. I don't associate sex with love all the time because sex isn't always the ultimate gesture of love," you tell him. Which it's not. It can be a gesture of love, but it's not the only one. Sometimes, you just need a good fuck without emotion. Just the physical need to cum.

"It just seems odd to me," Steve says as he looks down. You grab his chin and lift it up slightly.

"Look, if this isn't something you're comfortable doing, we don't have to do anything. We can just walk away and pretend none of this ever happened."

"I want to!" Steve cuts in, sounding desperate. He really does want to. "It's just, I'm used to the traditional way. Fall in love and wait until marriage. I mean, I don't want to wait till I find someone now, I just I really like you and- I don't know- I- I just don't know how to do any of this."

"Do you really want to do this?" you ask.

"Yes b-"

"Then follow my lead and if something is too much, let me know and I'll stop."

He nods as you lean in and press your lips to his once more. His facial hair scratches at your face but it doesn't bother you. Based on how Tony's feels when he's going down on you, you just know Steve's would feel even better. You moan at the thought, bringing your hips up against Steve's as you grind into him. He groans into your mouth, wanting more. His hands move down to your ass, pulling you flush against him; face to face, chest to chest, waist to waist. Your hands move to his shirt, pulling it up and revealing his very sculpted and toned chest. You practically drool at his abs, almost like your first time seeing them. He goes bashful as your lips move to his chest and down his abdomen until you reach his happy trail. You continue kissing the skin as you undo his jeans, pulling them down to reveal his hard-on through his boxers.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" you ask. Steve nods eagerly as his hands go down to your hair. You smirk up at him as you kneel down and pull his boxers down. One of your hands wraps around his cock, the other grabbing hold of his balls. You lick up a stripe from base to tip, swirling your tongue around his tip. His gasps fill the room as the sensation is overbearing. He's seen porn and he's jacked off, but none of it felt or looked as good as this. When he looks down, he sees you looking up at him through innocent eyes as you take his cock into your mouth, only taking in a few inches at a time.

"You like that?" you ask as you briefly pull him out of your mouth. You wrap your lips around his cock again, taking in more of him this time around. You're about halfway as you slowly inch more of him in. Steve throws his head back as he feels his cock hit the back of your throat. When he looks back down at you, he sees all of him in your mouth, tears pricking at your eyes. However, he can't seem to stop you, only wanting you to keep going.

"Fuck," you gasp when you pull his cock out of your mouth. He gives you a worried look but you ignore it, going back to having his cock in your mouth, only taking half of him as you bob your head back and forth, stroking the rest in your hand.

"Shit-" he gasps as his hands tangle in your hair. You moan against his cock, making him get one step closer. You stop, pulling away from his cock and stand up. His eyes follow as you remove your top. You remove your pants and stand closer to him as your arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling him into a rough kiss. His cock is pressed against your clothed pussy, aching as he waits for you to make another move. You remove your panties before switching spots and hopping on the counter.

"Come here," you tell him. He steps closer and watches as you grab his cock and line it up to your entrance. His eyes screw shut as he feels the entrance of your warm cunt around his cock. You scoot forward a bit, feeling him slowly fill you up more. "Steve, step closer. I want you to fill me up," you say through moans. Steve moves closer, wrapping your legs around him and pushing himself all the way in.

He practically growls as he feels how tight you feel against his cock. His hands move to your ass, gripping it tightly as you throw your head back. You grind your hips into his, making him moan into your ear.

"Oh, fuck-" you moan out loud. "Yes, Steve. Mm, right there," you continue as he begins to take charge, thrusting a bit harder. The sound of skin on skin fills the kitchen, gasps mixing in the air, and loud moans are screamed into each other's mouths.

Steve rests his head on your shoulder, feeling himself get closer with every thrust. You lean back on your hands, feeling it all as he goes full force. Sex with Tony is great, but sex with Steve might just be phenomenal. He seems to be brutal in force, but not unbearably painful. A sweet mix of pleasure and pain.

"Steve-" you moan breathlessly. Your breathing is labored and Steve's thrusts become slack. You can tell he's close and you might just be too. So as he continues hitting at every angle, one of your hands moves down to your clit, rubbing at it as Steve keeps pounding into you. "Oh my God, Steve. Fuck yes!" you scream as he pulls you closer to him. You feel so out of control of your own body, you go limp. Your head rests on Steve's shoulder as he continues going. Before you know it, you're coming on his cock with a loud scream. It almost feels like too much as he continues fucking you senseless.

With a loud moan, he cums inside you, his head collapsing on your shoulder as well. For this being his first time, he sure knew how to handle you and leave you speechless. He continues thrusting sloppily as the two of you ride out your highs.

"Is it odd I feel like a proud parent?" Tony asks Nat in a different room. The conference room to be exact. The two had been having a conversation about the next mission when they heard your familiar screams from the kitchen. Tony lead the way to the conference room, where he asked Friday for live footage from the kitchen. The two only caught the last two minutes of it all, but to say it left the two thirsty for more was an understatement.

"Who would've thought those two would break each other," Nat adds as she watches from next to Tony.

"At least Cap's not a virgin anymore."

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fearfearer · 4 years

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more thoughts about the magnus archives as i reread the transcripts

i was thinking about how gertrude robinson was really an extraordinary person (not extraordinarily Morally Sound, but extraordinary) just because of who she was, whereas the only extraordinary things about jonathan sims are things that have been arranged for him (i.e. his role). i don't mean this as a diss for jonathan, as i'm not extraordinary either. it's just striking that gertrude was so driven and confident compared to jon. of course, now we know that basically everything she did was in the pursuit of a moot goal (i.e. killing people in order to stop rituals that were already doomed to fail) so maybe my point is somewhat moot as well.

i've been doing some rereading of episodes on my phone (i.e. away from this text document on my computer) and i'll have a realization like "right, i should note that down when i get back to my computer" and i have forgotten all of them now that i am back at my computer. suffice it to say there are quite a few things i misheard/misunderstood on the first listen, unsurprisingly.

reading through the first 20 or so episodes i'm surprised by how well i remember each of them, considering i was listening like 4 episodes a day when i started. then again, it was only a month or two ago that i even listened to them, so one should hope my memory is at least this good. anyway the first episode i'm re-listening instead of rereading is 22 bc that's the first one where we hear martin's voice, i'm pretty sure

i've also noticed some errors in the official transcripts, which aren't a big deal because obviously what matters most is the audio, but still... some of them have been simple typos. magnus archives hire me as your official transcriptionist and i'll make all your transcripts 100% error-free bc im smatr

(reading through the rest of the transcripts and my standards went way down in terms of grammar/stylistic consistency, as most of the later ones are fan transcripts by several different people. i found quite a few mistakes, but obviously i have no particular way to help fix them short of sending an email to the tma transcripts fansite person like “hey there’s all these mistakes. upload my good version instead?” bc i’m not that much of a dick)

the whole reason martin went to the spider guy's building was because he didn't want jon to be disappointed in him for not doing Due Diligence. he says so twice. then he went back for the same reason. it seems the fandom joke is "jon asks his assistants to do crimes for him" but in this case martin is like "oh no maybe i didn't do enough crimes to satisfy jon"

jon was doing his archivist voice HEAVILY in season 1, huh?

tim's first appearance is so jovial compared to how he ends up...

if this boat lady is speaking spanish in brazil, then it doesn't matter if it was "bad spanish" or not. anyway now i understand why we already knew peter lukas was serving the lonely by the time jon mentioned offhand that peter lukas was serving the lonely. it was my whole “let’s not bother noting down any FREQUENTLY RECURRING names”

well i guess robert smirke was a real person. should i feel dumb about this? idk. it’s such a fictional-sounding name, to be fair. but i guess that set the precedent of using a real person as an important historical figure in the fiction that we see happening again when edmund halley is referenced later on. also episode 35 has foreshadowing for the separation of 14 powers, and people thought it was 13 because they mention 13 halls PLUS the one they came through.

totally forgot about tim goofing around in episode 39... he was really not having the worst time at this job before bad things started happening and he realized he was trapped, huh

the worms were trying to make a doorway into the Worm Wealm

ep 40 jon's like "I need to hear it. I need to record it. Or else I can't finish." (lightly abridged)

listening to the season 1 Q&A for the first time and EARL BIGMAC

also good to know there's only going to be 5 seasons. very good to know. this seems like a good kind of series to write with a fixed endpoint in mind, as it's very easy to do an episode that has effectively no bearing on the MetaPlot but which is still a short story in itself and therefore doesn't count as "filler"

jonathan sims performs with a mythical space pirate music cabaret. so he IS a ham

jonny says, "no rude words. i could say bums, maybe..." (alexander j newall does a laugh while i do the exact same laugh irl) "...but i won't."

some dumbass writing into the Q&A to ask if the background music is diegetic... get a podcast brain, ya fool. though for my part, i have to say that one of the most striking things about this podcast when i first started listening (though i never made a note of it before) was the Too Spooky Music, and i didn't like it at all. the reason was that i am, and have been, vulnerable to Getting Spooked about irrational things at night, such that it becomes really hard to fall asleep... and one of the things that has an outsize effect on my level of Spookédness is spooky audio. so if i was watching a video at night and i was worried it would Get Me Spooked, i would just turn the sound off, and it would turn out fine. but obviously you can't turn the sound off on a podcast. and i've been listening to podcasts after work, i.e. after 5pm, and i go to bed at like 8 or 9pm because i'm old. so the way it turned out was that even if the actual subject of the podcast wasn't that scary to me, the music would amplify it in an unpleasant way and make me more likely to have trouble sleeping. also i think most of the episodes would have been fine without the music, or maybe with some less intentionally-disconcerting background music.

this just in: i seem to have totally missed episode 50 on my first listen-through, despite having gone in linear order. bc i'm listening to it now and i've definitely never heard this before. fortunately it doesn't seem to have much of a bearing on the rest of the series, so it's not like i missed any crucial information. tbh the only worthwhile bit was a brief moment of tim being a ham, which was good. i hope i didn't miss any other episodes the first time... still don't know how i managed to miss this one.

the official transcript said [EXTENDED SOUNDS OF BRUTAL PIPE MURDER] ...

so gertrude and leitner WERE played by jonny's parents <:3c i'd thought as much when i saw the cast names but i like that it's confirmed. his mom is a really good actress too. i always find the gertrude episodes to be striking in a certain way

"it's Fine working with your parents. it's Fine." as someone who worked with my mom for like a year i can confirm this

i'm tickled to find that the official transcripts have a sense of humor. i wonder who is behind them. i also wonder, what is the excuse for not having a full set of official transcripts when it is a script-based show? surely you know what is going to be said beforehand, and you have it written down, and if someone ends up saying something different in the final recording, surely it wouldn’t be too hard to give the original script a little edit, and bam! that’s a transcript. i wonder if this approach is not feasible for some reason.

whenever martin reads statements, he says something about jon... whenever he talks to someone, he says something about jon

i think episode 110 is an instance of the tape recorder turning ITSELF off... at the end of the episode. because they walk away, and they say something distantly, and then it turns off. lots of other times, there had to be a diegetic reason for the tape recorder to turn off at the end.

i noticed something which i missed last time, which was that there is a rumor between melanie and georgie and basira that implies that jonathan is asexual. worth noting, i think. [side note added in later: yeah it’s canon. cool]

also i listened to episode 103 again and yes. i had thought-- i had been SURE-- that the person interrogating the traffic cop (using the asky ability) was martin. but it was actually jon. how did i possibly manage that mistake? i'm not great at distinguishing voices, but i'm not THAT bad. the only possible answer: when i was listening to the episode for the first time... i must have been eating a crunchy snack.

"it doesn't have to make sense! alex has to make it sense." (jonny sims re: writing the spiral)

glad to know that jonny sims regrets using his own name for the protagonist. doesn't make a difference either way at this point but yeah

YES i knew episode 100 was improvised. and i see, all the statementers had actually had supernatural experiences, but because the archivist was absent, their statements didn't have the coherence and clarity normally lent to them by the eye (in exchange for becoming cursed). i think melanie or basira actually said pretty much that in the episode itself, but i still couldn't be sure that all of those people had something real to talk about.

"in the same way that tim is dead, michael is helen." good shit

the archivist is canon a bit of a drama queen. the first bullet point in my first tma notes document is vindicated

jonny sims mentions another podcast (apocrypals) that sounds 100% up my alley, so that is appreciated, i will add that to my list i think. (listened to episodes 0 and 1 of apocrypals and i'm heavily struck by how VERY clearly i can hear the smiles in chris sims's voice. i did not know smiling could be so audible, truly.) (listened to quite a few more episodes of apocrypals and it’s certainly entertaining at times. i should’ve been reading along though. maybe some other time)

I DIDN'T LISTEN TO THE SEASON 4 TEASER THE FIRST TIME AROUND.........................................

i must confess something that people who know me well may already know: i hate when stories have a bad ending. an unhappy ending. a painful ending. a hopeless ending. bittersweet is the furthest in that direction i can tolerate. my perspective, which is pretty deep-seated, is that there's no point in getting to know and love characters if you're only going to be hurt by that connection to them when the end turns out to be bad. if i have even a mild inkling that a story is heading toward a bad ending, i make a conscious effort to regard all characters from afar and not develop any strong attachments. this is not so much "how i think all stories need to be," but rather, "the characteristics a story needs to have to appeal to me personally." so i understand that my view is very subjective and mostly based on my own mental weakness. but i can't help but apply it to the media i consume. and the idea that someone would do something like "make characters very human and strongly developed" IN COMBINATION WITH "heading toward a bad end" makes me upset. like, picture a horror movie. think about the characters in a horror movie. with the exception of a main character, if there is one, there's no guarantee that anyone is going to survive to the end of the film... BUT... the characters generally aren't fleshed out and very sympathetic. i wouldn't go so far as to say they're disposable, but you're not SUPPOSED to cry when they die; you're just supposed to get scared. their purpose is as objects of fear, and you never expect or even hope for a happy ending. but in the magnus archives... all i'm saying... is that i would cry if any of the remaining members of the main cast died. and it seems clear that we're not heading to a happy ending. so i'm somewhat afraid, and not in a good way. i don't know how much i can trust jonny sims to give me the story i want, and obviously, i'm not entitled to it.

if your name is jonathan and you want to shorten it, the short form is jon. it ain't john, no matter what the official transcripts say. where'd you get that h, huh? stole it from someone else's name? are you shortening it like JOnatHaN? you can’t just be that sneaky!

i listened to scrutiny again and it hits so hard. now, in heart of darkness, when manuela begs jon not to force her statement, it's really heavy given the direct context of the previous two episodes where we see how compulsion works and how it hurts.

also when jon was talking about how to destroy the dark sun and he was like "i just need to see it," when i first heard it, i assumed he meant something along the lines of, "by seeing it, i will learn how to destroy it." but now i understand that the mere act of the eye seeing it destroys it, because being known is what the darkness is weakest to.

the magnus employees who work in the library probably at least have a LITTLE BIT of a feeling that they work in an almost normal place, given that jon and all his assistants were able to have that impression before transferring to the archives. so i wonder how the magnus library people feel about their institute's director getting arrested for double murder and now the big boss is a completely unrelated ship captain who seems to want nothing to do with the place but simultaneously is trying to continue business as usual

on second listen, listening to jon ask helen when the guilt stops (wrt hurting people in order to feed one's patron fear) is pretty chilling. because it seems like he's definitely accepting that he will have to hurt people, and what he's concerned about is how bad it makes HIM feel. of course, helen then answers with precisely what i just wrote, so...

i should've read the transcript for episode 159 instead of relistening because i forgot that peter lukas's actor got so gravelly and hard to listen to in this one. anyway, time to re-listen to the season 4 finale... then i'll listen to the season 4 Q&As and stuff... and then the new episode. (DOKI DOKI DOKI DOKI DOKI)

i heard in the Q&A that the voice of peter lukas did multiple takes for episode 159?! but it was because of technical difficulties. right. because i can’t imagine the way it turned out being deemed the best take. sorry

ok, things i missed last time i listened to 160: daisy and the other two hunters are missing. also jon mentioned "magnus's body" and martin mentioned "an old man's corpse" and at the time i took this to mean (somewhat unthinkingly) that when jon and martin returned from the lonely, they killed elias/jonah's body. which would be a weird thing to happen "off-camera," so to speak. so i think i must have been wrong? slightly confused. ok, no, i'm now sure that elias survived, so i must have misunderstood. definitely alive.

as martin leaves and jon is about to begin the statement, he sounds so peaceful and satisfied. that's good acting.

by the way, in one of the previous few episodes, i noticed that jonah seems to have body-swapped by switching out his eyes into his preferred body, which i'm pretty sure i missed the first time.

i like that jonny sims checks reddit to see whether people have solved the mystery. that's just a really funny way to do things, sneaking a peek like "hmm how mysterious is my mystery? let's see who has figured it out..." and for the record, i wasn't even close to figuring it out. but to be fair to myself, i didn't try. like i said from the beginning, i started listening with the intent of going along for the ride. plus the mystery had already been solved before i started listening to the series, so it's not like i had a lot of time in between updates to contemplate whether elias was jonah, etc.

JON'S AMERICAN ACCENT FOR THE IONIZED YEAST AD

ALEX WAS THE VOICE OF JARED HOPWORTH?! i mean it was so messed up it could have been anybody but god

ALEX DIDN'T LET GERTUDE CACKLE

i've listened to the bloopers (including a gertrude cackle?) and the season 5 trailer (martin seems slightly cavalier about the end of the world but maybe he's just trying to keep his shit together for jon) and i'm going to listen to the new episode Soon.

final conclusion on rereads/relistens: i had pretty poor comprehension of some important happenings. i’m realizing just how easy it is to mishear/fail to hear exactly what is happening in a podcast when you’re doing other stuff at the same time. there are still a couple things i don’t quite understand, but i think i’ll have a look around the wiki one of these days.

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Good Mourning [KogKag]

Fandom:

InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale

Relationships:

Higurashi Kagome/Kouga

SUMMARY: After they destroyed Naraku and Kagome wished for the Shikon no Tama to disappear, it not only took the sorrow, pain and loss with it. But something Kagome thought was genuinely hers.

Chapter 1

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They told me once, "There's a place where love conquers all" A city with the streets full of milk and honey I haven't found it yet, but I'm still searching

- 'Good Mourning' Halsey.

Kagome’s chocolate eyes snapped open to be greeted by the well-known ceiling of the hut she’s been living in for the past three years.

Considering the situation, she probably should be waking up altered, dripping in sweat or maybe with her vision blurred by the tears.

But she didn’t, she was used to it by now. It’s been the same for the past three years. The exact same dream. Everyday.

It was over, finally over.

The spider was gone. Death was gone and so was the pain and the blood. Naraku was dead.

It usually started with relief.

Kagome got out of the futon, not even feeling the need to stretch or rub her tired eyes. They have been tired for long now, rubbing them won’t help.

She wished for the damned jewel to be gone. She had a lot to thank it for, yet the destruction it caused was far much worse than the good the gemstone did. She wanted nothing more than to get rid of damned thing.

Quietly, as most things she did, she made her side of the futon resting in the back of the small hut she supposed she should call home, dusting it off while not even sparing a glance at the unused side of it.

And suddenly, the Shikon no Tama was no more. It was gone.

Part of her had a hard time believing it. After all, everything about this time had something to do with it. She had to blink a few times to actually feel how the weight of its existence was suddenly leaving this world, this reality, for good.

She dusted off her usual miko uniform. Making once again, her daily wish to have something else to wear. Something that didn’t remind her so much of what the world was forcing her to be.

But, the jewel didn’t just leave taking all the innocent souls it claimed in the past, the sacrifices and spilled blood with it.

Kagome didn’t know how the ‘selection’ worked, but some of the victims came back. Not many, just enough for someone to count with their fingers.

Kagome walked out of her hut, sunlight greeting her as soon as she set a foot outside.

She came back, but it didn’t matter. Kagome didn’t know why, but it just didn’t. Back in the day, she thought that her lack of worry about the dead priestess return was due to the fact that she was sure that InuYasha had made up his mind already. That he chose her, not Kikyō. That he loved her, and not Kikyō.

A few children were already running around the village, laughter surrounding them as they played.

“Good morning, Lady Kagome!” Several of them greeted.

“Good morning, kids” She greeted back with a smile she supposed didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Thought, her lack of care was because Jewel also took something else when it left this world, not just the sorrow and pain.

That part of soul that wasn’t even hers to begin with also left her body that day. Detaching everything forgein from everything Kagome. Including feelings she believed were genuinely hers, but truly weren’t.

She didn’t notice anything at first.

She silently walked to the stream that flowed just a few meters behind the hut. The sound of running water always relaxed her. It filled the dull silence that was constantly surrounding her.

Silence brought sorrow, and while the soft sound of the stream couldn’t get her completely away from her thoughts, it prevented them from getting worse... so she welcomed it.

She remembers feeling such relief that it was making her tear up. Her face felt like it could split in two from the big smile on her face. Her friends felt the same.

Everything was over. The time for being nothing but happy had finally arrived.

Or so she thought?

“Kagome...” she felt a light yet electrifying touch on her right shoulder “Can we talk?”

Kagome snapped shut her eyes so tightly, desperately trying to get those icy blue eyes out of her mind. It was too early for her ghost to be clouding her mind already. Yet again, no matter what, he always haunted her.

That handsome wolf-demon ghost. It was her life companion by now.

Part of her despised it, part of her loved it.

“Kagome!” A well-known voice said behind her.

Kagome splashed a bit of water on her face, and turned to her friend with her typical small, empty smile that has also become a part of her daily uniform.

“Morning, Sango” She said, drying her hands off on her clothing.

“Morning” Sango said as she caught up to her where she was standing. “I was waiting for you to join us on breakfast” Sango added, same cloud of worry in her eyes, as always.

Breakfast together... or more like, every meal together. That’s also something that turned out to be one of the many routines in Kagome’s life.

Sango and Miroku had made it a goal of them to have Kagome eat with them every time, in hopes for her to feel ‘less lonely’... they didn’t tell her that of course. They just masked their obvious concerns about her with excuses like that.

Kagome appreciates their effort, but ... She didn’t want to escape loneliness in the first place.

Kagome nodded at Sango with a smile. “I was just washing myself before joining you” She explained, making Sango smile in relief.

As they made their way to Kaede’s hut, where they usually had their meals, Kagome glanced at the Eastern Mountains, barely visible from the village, sending her daily and silent good morning.

“Good morning, Lady Kagome” Miroku greeted, already sitting on his usual place, waiting for breakfast while Lady Kaede continued to stir the breakfast stew. “Did you sleep well?”

Kagome smiled at his usual every day question, already making her way to her usual spot.

“I did, Miroku, thank you for asking” Kagome said as she sat down. “Morning, Lady Kaede”

“Good morning, child” The old lady greeted with a smile.

Kagome observed as Sango sat down right besides Miroku, gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek to then pull closer the make-shift nursery that currently carried their new-born daughter.

It’s been barely a month since little Aimi joined them. Sango and Miroku tried really hard to have a baby ever since they got married, that was about four months after defeating Naraku. Anyone would expect them to have five kids by now, but it wasn’t the case. Sango wasn’t as fertile as everyone hoped her to be, but she never gave up and after years of trying, Aimi was the little blessing that came to their world.

Kagome couldn’t help but look at Sango’s little but loving family with yearning. It made it even worse that Shippo decided to join a group of young kitsunes about a year ago… Kagome missed him a lot.

“Will InuYasha join us for breakfast, child? He’s taking his time” Kaede said, and Kagome could feel everyone flinch.

She silently wondered why they were still flinching at it, considering the fact that Kaede made the exact same question a couple of times a week. Much to her sadness, Lady Kaede started to show symptoms of Alzheimer a few months ago. She was nearing her seventies now and even if people’s life range was way higher in this era, age was catching up to her and fast. No one understood what was going on at first. The first time Lady Kaede askedthat question, Sango was so bewildered and angered by it she nearly started to scream at her in Kagome’s defense, considering it was a cruel and malicious question to make.

It took her a few days to realize what was happening, but the pieces finally fell on place in front of Kagome. Lady Kaede was sick.

She explained that to Sango and Miroku, that had a hard time understanding this ‘sickness’ and asked them to be gentle with their old friend.

“I don’t think so, Lady Kaede” Kagome answered, her smile intact.

It was the truth.

“Why not? He usually joins us even if he pretends he doesn’t like it” Kaede said again, now passing through bowls of stew to each of them.

‘He used to... two and a half years ago’

“This smells delicious, Lady Kaede” Sango said, trying to change the subject.

“Yes, delicious indeed” Miroku added.

“I can save him some stew if you want, Lady Kaede” Kagome said reassuringly. Lady Kaede nodded at her with a small smile.

“Is anything in for today? Do you need help with anything, Lady Kaede?” Miroku asked.

“Don’t worry yourself, monk. Just the usual” Kaede said while sipping some of her stew. “Ever since Naraku died nothing really happens. So just a few prayers with the villagers for today. Kagome and I will take care of some few ill villagers and if Sango doesn’t mind, someone looking after the young will be useful as well”

“Of course, Lady Kaede” Sango said and Miroku nodded in agreement.

If Kagome was perfectly honest, she never showed any desires to be a doctor. Not in her modern time, and also not here. Sure, she was usually the one patching the wounds of her friends back when they hunted for jewel shards, because she wanted to contribute to the team and feel useful, there was little to nothing she could do back in the day, when she still didn’t have much control over her powers... and while helping others brought some joy to her life, she rather do it in any other way. But, it was her ‘destiny’. She was a priestess reincarnation, reincarnation of one of the most powerful ones at that, so she was to be a priestess.

“Do we have a flu growth, Lady Kaede?” Kagome asked, and Kaede made the same face she always made when Kagome used some of her modern terms.

“Just a few Autumn symptoms” Kaede simply said. “Spring is about to be over and it looks like we have a cold winter ahead of us. The change of weather is already affecting some of us. We should also start stocking herbs from now on, make sure we don’t miss anything during winter” Kaede said having Kagome a pointed look.

“Sure thing” She said at the task, trying not to groan in annoyance.

At least she’ll have something to distract her from the ghost of icy blue eyes.

Kagome spent most of the day tending allergy symptoms and stocking medicinal herbs. It was almost 3 p.m judging by the sun position and the shadows when Kaede finally set her ‘free’ for the day. So, she decided to trade some of her medicinal self made concoctions for some fabric, to try and attempt to make something else to wear other than the priestess outfit.

Her back was facing the hut’s entrance when someone came in.

“Hey” A familiar voice called to her. Familiar, yet so different from what it once sounded like.

Was it his voice that changed, or was it her?

“Hey” She simple replied, not even turning to look at him. “You missed breakfast... and lunch. There’re some leftovers near the fire” She pointed out, eyes still not looking looking at him, just focusing on her stitching.

“Sorry, I was... patrolling last night, just in case there’s any demons around, ya know?” He poorly excused.

‘“Demons around” yeah, right’ Kagome thought. There has been no ‘demons around’ since Naraku died, asides from pretty young, foolish and lame demons that were still too young to know anything. Because, what demon in their right mind would ever dare to disturb the village of the people that destroyed the evilest demon to ever live? Or any nearby village for the matter?

“It’s fine” Kagome just replied. She didn’t care. She didn’t care he‘s been out almost all day and all night for about two and a half years now. In fact, it was a relief. She couldn’t even look at him. Seeing his face just brought so much anger to the surface, so much impotence.

She’d rather not see him at all.

“... Okay” InuYasha said. “Does Kaede needs any help around here?”

“No” Kagome replied way too fast. She just wanted this conversation to be over. “We’re all done for the day, so don’t worry”

“Right” InuYasha said awkwardly “Do you need help with anything?”

She resisted the urge to groan.

It was unfair to blame him. Because at the end of the day, he’d been fooled as much as she was. It wasn’t his fault, at all. But she couldn’t help but resent him.

“No” She said, getting up and placing her unfinished work in one of the makeshift tables she made, in one of her several desperate attempts to make this hut resemble something like the place that was actually her home. “I’m gonna go by the Goshinboku” She said, finally looking at him.

She always gave him a warning whenever she was going to visit the sacred tree. She didn’t want any unpleasant encounters in the forest... and she was sure that InuYasha didn’t want that either.

“Okay” He replied, already fidgety in urges to get out of the hut. “I’ll be pratrolling tonight again, so...”

“It’s fine” Kagome cut him off, finally making her way out of the hut and towards the forest.

After minutes of walking on her own, she finally stood in front of the sacred tree. A tree that brought her equals amounts of pain and and equal amounts of happiness.

Three years ago, she’ll look at it thinking that this was a destined place for her. Here’s where she saw InuYasha for the first time. Here’s where she broke his seal and let him free. Here’s were all this journey begun. Here’s where her younger self thought she found the love of her life.

‘Love of a life, just not mine’

She kind of despised it now. This tree deceived her. It was one of the many things that did. Deceived her into believing something that was certainly not hers.

But it brought her happiness, too. This tree was the only connection to her family now. The family that was 500 years in the future away from here. The time she’s been locked out of. The true home she’s been locked out of.

Kagome went down on her knees, positioning herself an arms length away from the sacred tree, looking down at a spot of brown soil in the middle of all the rich green grass.

She started digging in, hands and nails getting dirt all over, until her fingers made contact with something solid. Dusting off some soil that was over it, she began removing a wooden box out of the ground.

She opened the box carefully, making sure no dirt got inside of it, and pulled out a little paper scroll out of her clothing, to then put it inside the box. Then, she closed the box and proceeded to bury it back in the same place.

She didn’t even know if they were getting them... all these letters. They could easily miss them but it was the only way she thought of communicating with her family... or at leastsort of. After all, it was a one way street.

Ever since figuring it out, she needed so desperately to talk to her mom, to feel her comfort, to hear her say everything will be okay. To hear her say that she didn’t deserve this, she didn’t deserve being so brutally used. That it wasn’t fair, but she’ll be okay anyways. She couldn’t talk to anyone here. As much of a good friend Sango was, Kagome didn’t feel ready to talk her about this. Maybe she’ll never be ready.

So, after so much time of thinking about a solution to find some kind of hope to just let her mother know she was okay, to let her know what was going on around her, to let her now she was alive, and that she didn’t left them hanging, that she so desperately wanted to return to her home... She finally came up with this.

She engraved her name right in the center of the Goshinboku, where InuYasha was once sealed, and found a box to bury in and protect letters that she hoped her mom would read. After all, the sacred tree was still very much alive in her time.

She only hoped her mom would see her name engraved on it, and discover the letters of long lost daughter that were bury beneath it.

She could only pray for it.

The box was already filled with tons of little scrolls by now, since she wrote her mother once a week. At first she had a lot to tell her, but now it was almost all the same. She wrote to her anyways, after all it was the one thing that brought her comfort in this place where she didn’t belong.

“Sure, Kouga... What is it?”

She closed her eyes tightly again.

“Stop it, Kagome” She whispered to herself. She thought she should’ve more control about her own thoughts by now, having it been three years and all. But everything regarding what haunted her daily remained like the very first day when she figured it all out.

She figured this was some sort of karma... of punishment. Punishment for not listening to him back then. Punishment for dismissing him so rudely without even considering thinking about what he said.

While she blamed the world for this, or whatever Kami was up there... She blamed herself equally.

“I need to ask you something... and you gotta be honest with me”

Kagome stood up abruptly from where she was kneeling.

She needed to get back to the village. Back to the distraction, back to where she could partially escape from her daily, unbearable torture.

With hurried steps, and while mentally describing in detail everything she was seeing in order to push her thoughts away, she finally made it to the very center of the village.

It wasn’t even a minute before the first villager approached her to lay his concerns on her. This was the way it was. Part of Kagome always screaming for her to find a more secluded space so people won’t ask for her to fix their own issues, and the other part begging for any kind of distraction. Dealing with other people’s mundane problems helped with that, even when she wanted to run far away, memories where far more painful that dealing with chores she didn’t want to.

It was nearly 6:30 p.m. when she was finally done. People where already making dinner for themselves and getting ready to dose off for the day so they didn’t need her anymore. And while she wanted to escape from her past for most of the day, she always went back to it around this time... when she sat down at the entrance of her hut, looking at the orange and pink hues in the sky, as the sunset washed the Eastern Mountains.

She had to say ‘Good Night’, always. Because when the dark night sky hid the mountains away from her view, she felt even more alone in this world than she normally felt. ‘Good Night’ meant ‘See you tomorrow’, and tomorrow meant hope. Hope for it to get better. Hope for him to come back to her.

She had to say ‘Good Night’ because if she said nothing it’ll mean ‘Goodbye’ and she couldn’t, for the life of her, say goodbye to him. It’ll destroy her. It’ll turn her into what once Kikyō was: a walking corpse. Not entirely dead, not entirely alive.

“Here you are” Sango’s voice quietly said, as she sat down besides her, eyeing the Eastern Mountains as well.

Kagome allowed herself to smile slightly at her friend’s comment.

“I’m always here around this time” She said just as quietly. “You already know that”

Sango turned to look at her, and while Kagome’s eyes where set and unmoving from the Eastern Mountains, she could feel the concern they held.

“Kagome, can we please talk?” Sango said, pleading.

“What about?” Kagome’s small smile remained intact.

“I thought... I thought you trusted me” Sango said, voice almost cracking. It was only then when Kagome turned to her friend. She meant well, and Kagome loved her dearly. Hurting her was the last thing she wanted.

“I do trust you, Sango. There’s just nothing to talk about” She tried to reassure her, placing her hand on hers.

Sango eyed her hand on hers, and her eyes meet Kagome’s once more, looking even more hurt than before.

“You know...” She started. “It might’ve took me about three years... but I figured it out” Kagome’s only reaction was to slightly drop her smile. “How your eyes look so sad all the time, how you always try to make this place look at least a little like your old home, how you don’t get jealous about them anymore...” Sango cited. “And how you always come here around the same time... to look at the Eastern Mountains” Kagome said nothing “It reminds me of that day? You know?” Sango said, taking a deep breath to get ready for what she was about to say. “When he said that your feelings for InuYasha-“

“Stop” Kagome interrupted her abruptly. Tears already stinging her eyes.

It was the first time, the first time in years that someone else talked about him. About that day. About that conversation.

It was too much.

Sango’s eyes filled with pity once she confirmed her suspicions to be true. Part of her couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t believe this was the reason of her best friend’s despair.

“Oh, Kagome” She said, now her hand holding hers. Tears almost stinging we eyes as well. “What happened? Why haven’t you told me?”

“He was right, Sango” Kagome nearly sobbed. “He was right about it all”

The tears couldn’t be stopped now. Tears that she held for so long... as her mind cruelly replayed that day. The day she would take back and do over if she was given the possibility.

“Of course, Kouga. You know I’m always honest with you” Kagome said, moving her hand to rest it over his chest plate in assurance.

She always found herself drawn to touch him, from the very first day they met.

Sango once told that wolf demons were very physical. They were brute with words, so they resorted to touch a lot to express their feelings better. Reason why Kouga was always touching Kagome even in the more subtle ways.

Was that the reason why she always responded to his touch? Or why she felt drawn to touch him to? To help him understand better? To communicate better with him?

Kouga nodded once, and gently grabbing her by the hand, he guided her to a more secluded space. A safe distance from InuYasha’s hanyou’s ears, to be more specific. InuYasha, who was currently reuniting with the resurrected priestess.

For some reason, Kagome didn’t feel the common surge of jealousy... but it was because InuYasha already chose her. Not Kikyō.

“This might be a bit difficult for you to understand” He started, and he looked really nervous. Something that Kouga was not.

It made her worry. They’ve just won. Some innocent people were brought back. Naraku was dead... so why was he looking like he was about to deliver some gruesome news?

“But you have to listen to what I’ve to say, and you gotta be honest, okay?” He said again, almost pleading her.

“What is it, Kouga? You’re starting to worry me” She said with a nervous laugh, hoping to ease some of the worry building up in her tummy.

“The jewel is gone, Kagome” Kouga said, icy blue eyes looking straight at hers, telling her that whatever he wanted to say to her was serious.

“... Yeah” She said her voice wavering just the tiniest bit.

In the back of her mind she had a faint idea of what this must be about. The jewel was gone and perhaps Kouga thought she didn’t need to accompany InuYasha anymore... which was always her excuse whenever the ‘You’re my woman so you must be by my side’ conversation came by. Every time Kouga brought it up, she’ll say that since she broke the jewel in the first place, her duty above everything else was to fix it. Only once she told him she was in love with InuYasha, when they first met and never again.

Dread bubbles inside her at what was to come. There were no excuses now. So, if Kouga was to ask her to finally run away with him, there was no other thing to do but reject him... for a real reason this time.

Why was she so afraid? Was she afraid to anger him? Or lose him? ... if she rejected him... they’ll surely remain friends, right? They must.

The sudden possibility of loosing Kouga was already terrifying her.

“And, everything it caused... the pain, the loss... it took it all away, too” Kouga continued.

“Y-Yeah, it brought some of the innocent back, too” Kagome added with a smile trying to keep her trembling voice on bay.

“Yeah... most notoriously certain someone” Kouga added, and it was only then when his eyes briefly left hers to focus on the dead priestess that was still reuniting with InuYasha.

Kagome said nothing to the obvious mention of the now not-dead priestess.

“Kagome...” He said again, eyes returning to hers. “Ever since I fell completely in love with you, I found that there was something just... weird about you”

Kagome was a bit taken aback. What was that supposed to mean? Was it because she came from the future? Kouga already knew that, though... it came up, one day. It was a pain to try and make him understand but he did in the end. Why was he pointing this out, though? She remembers very distinctly that he told her that it didn’t matter to him, they were gonna ‘make it work’ or whatever... she just laughed nervously at him back then.

“...Okay?” She said.

Or maybe he was the one doing the rejection? Was he gonna tell her he didn’t love her anymore? Or that it was all a joke? To piss of InuYasha? Why did that thought made her feel hurt, though?

“And I’m not talking about, you know... where you come from and all that” He cleared up.

That was a relief... but if it wasn’t about that then what was it?

“There was something weird about you” He said, and it made even less sense than before. “About your scent, and your aura...” Kagome visibly flinched a step back at this. Not knowing if it was something bad or not, and scared to figure it out. “About your soul”

Kagome blinked a few times, trying to make sense at whatever he was saying.

“Kouga I-“ She tried to say “I don’t understand what you’re trying to say”

Kouga sighed in an almost exasperated way, but more at himself than her.

“I just-“ He was trying to find the words, she knew that. And in an attempt to make him express himself better, the hand resting on his chest plate traveled to the skin of his arm, hoping the contact would help him find the words he was seeking.

It seemed to help, because once Kouga’s eyes peeked at her small hand resting on his arm, he looked back at her more confidently. “Your scent, Kagome.” He started “I know exactly what it smells like. Lavenders and vanilla, right after the dew. I’d recognize it anywhere. I have it burnt in my memory”

That made her blush, profusely. The hand resting in his arm slipped a bit, now barely touching him.

“Your aura? Feels like the first day of spring. Like the sun in your skin when it’s still cold in the shadows.”

“K-Kouga” She stuttered out, too flustered to continue to touch him.

“And your soul?” Kouga continued, ignoring her obvious state of embarrassment. He continued, looking at her like he could actually see her soul. “It feels like the wind on my face when I run, with the full moon shining over me” He said, and this time it was his hand resting on her arm. “It feels mine”

Kagome was about to explode. Her heart was beating on her hears and her stomach felt like an entire zoo was inside it.

“K-Kouga I..”

“But” He interrupted her “There’s a hint of mint and herbs on your scent, that just doesn’t mix with the rest” She blinked in confusion at this. “Your aura has a hint of the coldest day of winter. When everything is covered under snow” He continued. “And your soul, just the smallest part of it. Feels like a day of pouring rain, when wolf demons hate running”

Kagome was looking at him bewildered. What was he trying to say? That she was perfect BUT had a tinge of ugly in her? That she was amazing BUT in the end not so much?

“Kouga, I don’t get anything you’re saying” she said honestly, and maybe even a little offended.

“What I’m saying, Kagome, is that there’s something that’s definitely not yours about you. Or at least there was”

What the hell.

“That’s making even less sense” She said, a little irritated already.

Kouga was irritated as well, and nervous.

“Kagome, you once told me you were that priestess reincarnation” Kouga said, and Kagome nodded at this getting even more irritated at his words. What the heck does Kikyō has to do with this anyways? “You told me, that you shared her soul”

“What does this has to do with anything?” Kagome asked rather impatiently.

“You didn’t share her soul, Kagome” Kouga said. “Her soul was inside you, and part of it remained once she became undead. But there never was just one soul”

“I still don’t understand what’s your point?” Kagome was loosing her patience.

“When you destroyed the jewel, and she resurrected, she took her soul back. Her entire soul. There’s not a single trace of it on you now”

Kagome took a few seconds to reply, digesting the information she was just given.

“Well that’s a relief! Isn’t it?” She said.

“Of course it is, but... how do you feel now?” Kouga asked, and he had hope in his eyes.

“What kind of question is that?” Kagome was starting to reply not-so nicely. She was confused, and irritated, and she didn’t understand what he was trying to point out.

“Look, Kagome. It was clouding you” Kouga just spilled out. He was trying to be as patient as he could so she could digest the information and understand what he was trying to say but she was not connecting the dots at all. “Her soul. I could see it. It was clouding yours”

“What the hell is that even supposed to mean?!”

She was afraid... and nervous. She didn’t understand anything but by the look of Kouga’s eyes, whatever ‘clouding’ mean was not good.

“It means that her soul was controlling some parts of your life.” He finally spilled out, almost as irritated as her. “I’m pretty sure the reason you had her soul in the first place was because of the jewel. But your feelings, your thoughts? All hers. I could see it. I could see it clouding you.”

Kagome took a moment to finally understand what he was getting at. Her eyes were wide as plates, bewildered... because there was no way in hell Kouga was doing this to her.

“And InuYasha?” He continued. “He was drawn to you because of the dead miko’s soul”

“Shut up” Kagome whispered, astonished.

“I know it’s hard, Kagome. But you need to try and realize! Just think about it all and you’ll be able to tell that it was never really you-“

“SHUT UP!!” She shrieked, tears already blurring her sight.

She couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t believe someone would do that to her, much less Kouga. Lie to her like that. Try to trick her just to have her? She thought the world of him. She knew he had a crush on her, but this?!

“You know I’m telling the truth, Kagome” He said, trying to calm her down “Deep down, you know” He tried to touch her but she flinched away instantly.

“Don’t touch me!” She hissed, face full of rage.

“Kagome-“

“No!” She cut him off. “Seriously Kouga, out of all people, I’d never thought you’ll be able to do this!!” She was crying now, screaming and crying. “To make up some shit like this just to try and get me to be with you?!”

“I’m not making anything up!!” He growled back at her.

“Seriously?! I thought you were my friend! I thought you cared about me!” She shrieked at him.

“I DO!” He shouted. “I do! I do care about you more than anything in this world!”

“And you actually expect me to believe something like that?” Kagome ignored what he said. “How would you even know if my feelings are mine or not?!”

“For fuck’s sake!! I’m a demon, Kagome! Of course I know!”

“Then how come InuYasha doesn’t know?!”

“Did you hear what I said?? I’m a demon, he’s not!”

“Stop it, Kouga!” She said and looked at him with furious eyes. “I love InuYasha” she said, making him flinch at the statement. “I love him, so much” she added. “There’s just no way these all consuming feelings aren’t mine” she said. “I love him, and I always will”

Kouga’s eyes flashed pain for a moment, before they turned cold.

“I can see right though you, Kagome. I can see your true feelings, I’d always have. Why do you think I’m still pursuing you even when ‘you’ are so in love with the mutt?” He asked her, and Kagome tried so hard not to blush under his piercing eyes. “What happens once you finally realize I’m telling the truth? You’ll come running for me? Begging me to take you?”

The slap hurt him considerably even if it was delivered by a human woman, and the noise it made was enough for everyone to hear, even from the safe distance they were from the others.

“I hate you” Kagome hissed out, tears running down her face while her hand trembled in sure pain.

It was like someone pierced through Kouga’s heart.

“Kagome-“ he tried to apologize. What he said was out of line. And the sight of her right now was enough to want to beat himself to death.

“Don’t!” She cut him off again. “I mean it” She said, her voice shaky and her eyes clearly lying. “The lengths you’ll go to get what you want. Making this whole shit up, you’re just so fucking selfish!” She cried out “I really thought you cared about me” she added with a dry laugh, shedding more tears. “I don’t want to see you ever again” she whispered, voice trembling all the way through.

It was like Kouga was being slapped again, because he took a step back at her words.

“You can’t possibly mean that-“

“I DO!” She shrieked at him again. “I don’t want to see you ever again, Kouga. Ever!”

Kouga stood in shock for a few moments, watching her angry, crying face in disbelief. He just couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

He never in his life lied to her. Not even when he kidnapped her.

He would never lie to her.

He couldn’t believe she thinks he’ll do such thing.

He couldn’t believe she thinks he’ll purposely hurt her.

“Fine” He said, stone voice. If she truly believed he was like that, then fine. “Whatever you wish, Kagome” he added, and she looked at him surprised at his reaction.

Maybe she thought he’ll ask for forgiveness, or put up a fight to prove he’s right. Because he never gave up on her before.

But he won’t.

It didn’t matter anymore, though.

“Just remember when you realize I’m telling the truth, that I won’t come back for you” and with that he left.

Kagome sobbed at the painful memory.

True to word, Kouga never returned.

At that time, she thought that they just had a fight. That he’ll return, like he always did, no matter what. With some pretty wild flowers in his hands, and that charming smile she loved so much. She was sure. It was just a fight. Friends fought every once in a while. He would return.

But he never did.

And true to word, he was right. About everything.

Instead of the marriage Kagome always dreamed of, she had a mating ceremony, almost as soon as they arrived to Kaede’s village.

That night, the night that was supposed to be the best night of her life, the night she gave herself to InuYasha completely, the night he marked her as his, the night he chose her... the fireworks never came.

It was lacking, empty.... in every sense of the world. InuYasha seemed to feel the exact same, because she looked as confused as her.

She blamed it to the stress. To the many emotions of defeating Naraku, to the stress free life they weren’t used to, to the loss of Kouga.

She was distracted, that was it. The fireworks will come, the butterflies in her belly will flutter again, the blush in her cheeks will burn like it always did. She was just distracted.

Maybe she needed to talk to her mom, she thought. Deliver the good news:

The defeat of Naraku and her Mating ceremony.

Except, that when she tried to, she couldn’t go through the well.

She cried that night... and the next one... and the next one. She cried so much. She screamed and kicked and begged and cursed. Her heart was broken in a million pieces. And for some reason, InuYasha’s reassurance that she had him for the rest of her life was absolutely not enough. Even though she always knew that if she were to choose between InuYasha and her family she’ll pick him.

If she could turn back in time, she’ll make another choice.

She told Sango instead. She told Sango what happened between her and Kouga, trying to find at least a bit of comfort in her best friend.

Then the nightmares started.

At first they were foggy, she could barely make what was going on. But the icy blue eyes? Always crystal clear. Always present.

InuYasha got distant. Rumors about Kikyō living in the forest started to arise, and so did InuYasha’s idea about ‘patrolling’ even if they hadn’t had a demon’s attack ever since Nakaru’s dismissal.

Sango was suspicious, and Kagome couldn’t find herself to care.

The realization of her true feelings came exactly a year later.

She tried, she tried so hard. She tried to remember the ‘cute’ moments she had with InuYasha, the meaningful moments. She hoped she would swoon at the memory, or at least feel a shadow of what her younger self felt back then.

But it all seemed empty and just... wrong. She could remember every single moment clearly, but it felt like she wasn’t actually there when it happened. It felt like she was a spectator, a third person watching a scene. It felt like the memories didn’t even belong to her.

She tried to focus on them, but they seemed foreign... and her mind seemed to drift to other memories instead. Memories of icy blue eyes. Memories that had her blushing like a school girl, even if she could swear that was not how she felt back in the day, yet... it all seemed to had happened just like that.

The dreams continued.

Her mating mark disappeared.

She couldn’t pinpoint exactly when, because she hardly ever looked at it to begin with. Looking at the two twin marks made her nauseous, and made her feel so dirty she wanted to wash her body until it bled. Until there was another scar replacing the two twin marks.

She excused her feelings towards it by blaming herself for relating the day of her mating ceremony to the day she lost her entire family.

She asked Sango about it. Was it because she was human, and not a demon? Or because she was a Miko and her powers were developing at a fast pace? (All she did was train, anyways. A perfect excuse to stay out of the hut, and away from.... never mind)

Sango looked heartbroken at the question. She held her hands, ever so tenderly, and explained that when a mating mark disappeared, it only meant two things: either your mate is dead or has taken another mate.

InuYasha was not dead, she new that much.

Kagome’s only reply was ‘Oh’.

While InuYasha kept on ‘patrolling’, Kagome kept on dreaming. More clearly each day.

Being near InuYasha was making her feel somewhat ill.

He felt guilty, she could make that out. He was trying to spend more time with her, but they seemed to draw each other apart like same poles of a magnet. It was uncomfortable. It was almost unbearable.

The same icy blue eyes kept on visiting her every night.

She figured out how to let her family know about her. Know about what happened. Sort of.

It’s been almost a year, and she couldn’t imagine how much despair her mother must be feeling. She needed to let her now she was alive, or at least try to.

And she figured it out.

It was when she wrote her first letter, that the truth came like a lighting falling right on her.

Right after telling her mother that she was alive and well, and that she missed her dearly and wished nothing but to be home with them, she mentioned him.

And kept on talking about him.

It was once she read the finished letter that she realized.

How or why she even started to talk about him, she didn’t have a clue.

But 90% of the letter was him. And how sorry she felt for blowing him off like she did, and the mean words she said.

And how much she missed him.

...Her mother barely knew about Kouga.

She started hyperventilating. Shaking so bad that she couldn’t keep herself on her feet. Her knees gave up as the letter felt to the floor, and she cried. So much. So hard.

Sango found her like this, inconsolable. She tried to calm her down for like what seemed hours, and once she finally did, she couldn’t find it in her to tell her the truth.

She told her she missed her mother (which wasn’t a lie) and that she found a way to let her know she was fine.

Sango understood, and didn’t ask any more questions.

After that, the resentment at life, at the Shikon no Tama, at Kikyō, at InuYasha and at basically all, started.

She was used. Used by a cursed jewel. Deceived.

She knew that if Kikyō’s soul remained where it belong, she probably would’ve returned home the minute she set a foot in the past... and Damn it all.

She also knew that was a lie.

She would’ve returned anyways, and she would’ve helped anyways. But all that heartbreak? All that pain? All that love triangle bullshit that she went through? None of it would’ve happened.

Her own feelings were overshadowed by a foreign soul. And so did ‘InuYasha’s ‘feelings’ for her.

None of it was real, and she lost Kouga for it.

“Kagome please, calm down” Sango begged as she hugged her tightly. She was so lost in her memories it felt like she blacked out momentarily.

“It wasn’t me, Sango!” Kagome cried out. “It wasn’t me and he knew, and yet he chose to wait for her damned soul to finally leave me. He waited for me while Kikyō’s soul pinned over InuYasha” Kagome cried again. “And then I didn’t even hear him out. I kicked him out of my life thinking he’ll return someday”

“I’m so sorry, Kagome” Sango said, not sure what to do. While she suspected Kagome’s state was Kouga related, she could’ve never fathom anything like this!

“He’ll never come back for me” Kagome said. “He told me so”

“I bet he’s just really hurt” Sango said trying to confort her. “Maybe you should be the one seeking him out this time”

Kagome wiped away her tears with her sleeves.

“It’s been three years” She whispered. “He’ll never forgive me”

“You don’t know that, Kagome” Sango said, rubbing her back. “You’ll never know if you don’t try” She added. “I’m not gonna say he’s gonna forgive you right away. It might be difficult” She explained. “But I never knew you for someone who gave up so easily” She said with a teasing smile, and Kagome allowed herself to chuckle at the comment.

“How do I even get to him?” Kagome sniffed. “I’d die trying to climb those mountains”

Sango smiles at this.

“Kilala hasn’t had a good flight in years” She said, smirking at her. “I’m pretty sure she won’t mind”

Nervousness bubbled in Kagome’s stomach. She didn’t know if this was the right choice.

But if you never try, you never know... right?

Her chocolate eyes settled on the Eastern Mountains one more time, before the sun finally disappeared, hiding them completely from her view.

Maybe today she won’t say ‘Good Night’ but ‘See you soon’.

A.N.:

So... that was longer than expected.

Anyways, I finally finished writing this chapter, and I'm so excited to finally post this.

See, this is a very old theory of mine, something that I just can't ignore.

What if Kagome's feelings for InuYasha are truly Kikyo's?

Hear me out. I have may reasons why to believe this lol

We know that Kagome and Kikyo 'share' a soul... and yet when Kikyo dies, her soul goes to heaven (I assume) and Kagome's soul remains. So, what I believe is that Kagome had Kikyo's soul until that demon witch brought her back, and Kikyo managed to steal part of her soul back. We also know (I'm pretty sure this is canon) that the part of soul Kikyo steals from Kagome is the angry, betrayed and vengeful part of it. So, what if Kagome has the happy part of it? the part that's in love with InuYasha? The part that wants to have a happy ever after with him? Also, from day 1 InuYasha was attracted to Kagome only due to the fact that she reminded him of Kikyo... and he chose Kikyo over Kagome more times that we can count. He only settled for Kagome once Kikyo died. what if his attraction towards Kagome is slightly more deeper than just looks? What if it has to do with the fact that Kagome has part of Kikyo's soul inside her? And the last thing: Kagome doesn't take crap from anyone, yet no matter how many times InuYasha fcks her over she barely even gets mad at him. it just seems so unreal to me, more so the fact that she "chose" to stay by his side no matter who he choses in the end. Idk... what do you think?

Anyways, I hope you like this. i just wanna let you know that this isn't an InuYasha is a dck fanfic, Kagome just can't help what she feels even if she knows that she's been fooled just like InuYasha did. She doesn't care about the fact that he cheated or is with Kikyo and so on.

So... did you like it? I’m kind of ashamed of it....

#kogkag #koga x kagome #kogkag fanfic #Kagome Higurashi #Kouga #koga #inuyasha #silvana writes : good mourning

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Crossing Paths - 1868 - 1941 - The Estrangement

Welp, this was kind of inevitable. I kept seeing the Crowley-slept-through-the-19th-century thing and decided to roll with it ;) This is also the biggest chapter for this story, unsurprisingly. (Feel free to poke me with any queries re. history mentioned herein)

1868 – St. James’s Park, London

The fob watch was cold and heavy.

Aziraphale glanced anxiously at it again, then looked around the park. There was no sign of Crowley anywhere. Even the ducks were peering at the angel suspiciously, as if wondering why someone would be trying conspire alone.

It was dreadfully rare for Crowley to miss a meeting at their appointed rendezvous. The demon was occasionally late, which he claimed was a default state for him and his kind. That or obsessively punctual with no middle-ground. But this was the third time in as many years.

Aziraphale pocketed his watch, then resumed feeding handfuls of seed to the ducks, but it felt automatic, rather than a pleasure today.

He could remember the last words they had exchanged and now, thinking back on them, he wondered if he – they had both been too harsh. He had panicked. What else had Crowley expected of him, asking such a ridiculous thing?

Such a demand could only have one end and Crowley was not a demon to kill, which meant there was only one use he might have for the… the requested substance. He had not seemed suicidal, but sometimes with Crowley, it was very difficult to tell what he was thinking or planning.

No. No! He couldn’t let his mind wander down those roads again. Crowley was alive. He would have known if anything had happened to him. He would have. So it followed that Crowley was either very late or simply ignoring him.

I don’t need you.

Aziraphale pressed his lips together. Strange how much words could hurt as much as a blow.

Rain started pattering down and he groped for the watch again. Almost an hour late now.

There was no point lingering in the rain. He dusted the seed off his gloves, then turned and made his way along the winding path by the pond towards the gates by Horseguards.

“Oh, I do hope he’s all right,” he murmured.

1868 – Whitechapel, London

A sliver of daylight broke in between the curtains, cutting across the vast four-poster bed. It was the only item of furniture in the bare room apart from a small table, upon which there was a small pile of unopened letters, each one sealed with gold wax and stamped with an A. The floor was littered with bottles, some empty, some full, and the walls bare and blank except for a single drawing of an enigmatically-smiling woman.

“Gnah,” someone muttered from beneath a pile of blankets on the bed. A pale hand poke out and snapped its fingers. The curtains shifted and the daylight vanished.

A few seconds later, the pile of blankets resumed snoring.

1871 – Holborn, London

The solitary man painted a forlorn portrait near the bar. The chair on the opposite side of the table had remained empty for much of the evening and by degrees, the man’s expression drifted from amiable to melancholic.

Theodore tapped his own glass against his lip. This was not a bar that gentlemen came to in order to sit alone. He smiled slightly, then made his way between the tables and chairs to sit down opposite the fair-haired man.

The man’s face lit up. “Crow–” He broke off, his expression giving way to misery once more. “Oh, I beg your pardon.”

“I could not help but notice you seemed terribly mournful,” Theodore said with his best and most winsome smile. “Can I be the one to cheer you?”

The man stared at him blankly for a moment. He was a charming-looking fellow, pleasantly plump with round cherubic cheeks and unruly blond curls in a halo about his head. “I– I’m afraid I’m waiting for someone.”

Theodore leaned forward. “You seem to have been waiting for a devilish long time.”

The man dropped his eyes to the cup between his hands, looking even more forlorn than before. “Yes,” he agreed unhappily. “Devilish long.”

Theodore leaned back in his chair, raising a hand to catch the barkeeper’s eye. “Then I shall keep you company until your friend arrives.” He adjusted his smile to a softer one that the more sentimental and discerning gentleman usually appreciated. “I’m sure he shan’t be long.”

The man’s expression brightened a little. “That’s awfully kind of you…” He hesitated. “Oh, I’m sorry. I don’t know your name.”

That, Theodore thought triumphantly, was always a promising sign. “Theodore Lockhart,” he said, extending his hand across the table to the man.

“Az… Um… Alexander Fell.” He reached out and politely shook Theodore’s hand. “Thank you.”

Theodore laughed warmly as the barkeeper approached with a bottle of Theodore’s favourite wine. “Oh, it’s purely self-indulgence, Alexander,” he said, surprised when the man didn’t protest the use of his Christian name. “You see, I was rather lonely too.”

“Oh?” The man gave Theodore his full attention for the first time and for a moment, Theodore felt his usual manners falter. Alexander’s eyes were intense and clear as if they could see right through him. Oh, he was lovely.

Perhaps it was terribly hasty, but he reached over and covered Alexander’s hand with one of his own. “Perhaps… we can be friends?”

Alexander’s gaze dropped to their hands. His own was motionless under Theodore’s and for a moment, Theodore wondered if he had made a terrible misjudgement. Then those remarkable eyes returned to his face. “Perhaps. For now, company will be enough.”

1871 – Whitechapel, London

The room was still dark. The frame of the painting was a little dustier. So were the blankets on the bed. A single foot poked out from beneath the covers, scalier and darker than a foot had any right to be.

1876 – Oxford

“I knew it would impress you!”

Aziraphale smiled indulgently at his human companion. He had had several of them in the past few years, though inevitably they all drifted away. Each of them seemed to expect something of him – some ineffable thing they dared not speak of – which he lacked to means to understand or to give.

If he was to be entirely honest with himself, some small part of him was relieved.

They were sweet-natured young men, charming and enthusiastic, but they lacked something, and if they chose to withdraw from him, then he didn’t have to worry about it. It was far worse to be left behind by someone you believed had cared.

I have plenty of other people to fraternise with.

As much as he hated to admit it, he still missed the damned demon, no matter how many lovely young men he crossed paths with.

Still, Crowley was the one who had stopped responding to his messages, so eventually, Aziraphale had reached out to find every letter he had sent since that awful day in the park and turned them to ash where they lay. If Crowley was going to ignore him, then he would… just do the same thing.

So far, he had managed to go almost five years without sending any messages. That wasn’t to say he hadn’t written them. There was an embarrassingly large stack that he tried to ignore every time he sat down at his desk. But they hadn’t been sent. That was the important thing.

“The architecture has always been quite splendid,” he said as Nicodemus slipped his arm through Aziraphale’s.

Nicodemus – son of an upstanding merchant – had bumped into him when the angel had given a reading in the British Museum. It been a peculiar whim after one too many nights alone in his shop, an empty glass sitting on the table.

And so, he had done a reading of Mediaeval literature and his latest companion had attended.

He was a student at the university, in town to visit the museum, and had been appalled to hear that Aziraphale had not visited Oxford for at least twenty years. It was really closer to one-hundred and fifty, but the young man didn’t need to know that. Another peculiar whim.

Call it what it is, angel, he chided himself. A distraction.

“That’s not all I brought you here for,” Nicodemus confided, his dark eyes shining. “I have someone who is dying to meet you.”

“Oh?” Aziraphale tried to maintain his smile. More often than not, his companions’ friends had proved less than stimulating company. “And who might that be?”

For once, it was someone who proved entirely worth meeting.

The long-limbed young man unfolded from his couch as Aziraphale and Nicodemus entered. He was tall, with compelling features that were not quite handsome. His hair dark hair was tumbling about his shoulders, his clothes exquisite and far more extravagant than the average human’s.

“Oscar,” Nicodemus sounded beside himself with giddiness. “This is my… friend, Mr. Fell. Mr. Fell, this is my good chum, Oscar Wilde.”

Aziraphale offered his hand to the young man, fascinated. One could always spot an artist. They had a particular energy about them and this one… oh, he positively glowed. “A delight to make your acquaintance, Mr. Wilde.”

A flash of a smile crossed the young man’s face. “My friends,” he said, his mellifluous voice rich as honey, “call me Oscar.”

1876 – Whitechapel, London

A spider scuttled across the pillow, scrambling over a motionless hand.

There was a quiet grumble from the depths of the bedding, then the hand moved, twitching the spider away. The same hand reached down, leaving the covers as little as possible, groping around on the floor.

It made two journeys.

One for one of the few full bottles that remained and the other for the chamber pot.

Twenty minutes later, the pile of blankets started snoring again.

1882 – Portland Place, London

“If you’re absolutely sure I won’t be imposing?”

Lord Arthur Somerset grinned at the man sitting opposite him in the carriage. “Entering at my side? You’ll be welcomed like a Prince, Master Fell.”

The fair-haired man smiled bashfully. “Well, there’s no need for that.”

Somerset regarded him with fond amusement. The man was not a gentleman by the commonly accepted standards, but they had crossed paths at one salon or another and had fallen in together quite nicely. Fell was a little older than Somerset himself, well-spoken, eloquent and well-educated. Not the type that usually caught his eye at all.

However, he had a particular naïve charm which had fascinated the aristocrat far more than it ought to have and which vexed him even more when Fell seemed utterly oblivious to his more pressing advances.

“Ah!” Somerset declared as the carriage drew up outside the building. “Here we are.” He gave Fell a wicked smile. “You still can change your mind. I’m not here to tempt you, after all.”

Fell smiled back at him, although for a moment, it almost looked forced. “Well, I’m here now and I would quite like to see what all the fuss is about.”

Somerset stepped down from the carriage first, then offered Fell his hand to assist him down. Most other men would have recoiled or puffed up in indignation, but Fell only took his hand, smiled that charming smile of his and said “thank you” as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Somerset darted a tongue along his lower lip.

Once the man saw the inside of the club, surely he would grasp Arthur’s intentions towards him. After all, the Hundred Guineas Club had a particular kind of reputation and even someone as refreshingly innocent as Fell couldn’t fail to notice that.

He offered Fell his arm. “Will you join me, then?”

Fell’s smile creased lines into the softness of his face. “I would be delighted.”

1882 – Whitechapel, London

One of the pillows had ended up on the floor. A foot was resting on the other. The owner of the foot was buried back under the wine-stained blankets. His head hadn’t emerged for almost six months.

1900 – Paris

“Oh, my dear…”

Oscar forced his eyes open, though it took what little strength he had left. The door had not opened, nor had he heard the ascent of anyone upon the creaking staircase, but a man was seated by him on the very lip of the bed, his ageless face stricken with grief.

“Mr. Fell,” he breathed, every word a throbbing blade through his skull. “A pleasure.”

The man leaned closer, gathering up Oscar’s hand to his breast as if to keep him from slipping from the mortal coil. “I ought to have come sooner,” he said, his eyes bright with unshed tears. “It has all been so dreadful and then I heard you were ill…”

Oscar closed his eyes, drawing a slow and aching breath. “Nonsense,” he murmured. “I could not ask that of you.”

Fell laid his hand, light as featherdown, on Oscar’s chest and for a moment, the pain in his head receded like a wave ebbing from the shore. “All the same,” he said softly. “I’m so sorry.”

It was if the chill of the damp little room had been swept away. There was comfort and warmth of a sort that Oscar had only ever written, thrumming through his weary body down to his bones, brushing aside all shame and bitterness and anger.

He opened his eyes to look at Fell.

Even though the room was dark, the windows shuttered against the winter’s bitter cold, Fell shone as bright as a sun.

“Who are you?” Oscar breathed, unable to tear his eyes away. “What are you?”

Fell – if that was even his name – smiled his heart-breakingly beautiful smile. “I’m your friend,” he whispered.

And behind him, wings of purest divine light unfurled and, for the last moments of his life, Oscar could swear he looked upon the face of Heaven.

1900 – Whitechapel, London

Someone had decided that the property must be empty after so many years. Made sense. No one had come or gone in almost half a century. Who wouldn’t try and break into a place like that and see if they couldn’t steal a bit more space for themselves and their family.

The bold – and stupid – intruder went in bravely enough.

When he came out, he was grey-faced, his hair turned white as snow, and for seventh months, he didn’t say a word.

And when he finally spoke, he only had two words.

“Stay away.”

1916 – Verdun-sur-Meuse

It would have been a lovely summer’s afternoon, if not for the bombardment.

Aziraphale had always hated battlefields, but with every leap forward in the weapons of war, they became more bloody and terrible. The best he could do was offer flickers of hope and once in a while, a whisper of a miracle. They were becoming fewer and further between as hope faltered and the mud churned up, scarlet and black and rotting.

He had broken his promise to himself.

He had tried his utmost to be resolved, to show Crowley that he was neither needed nor wanted, but Lord, he was so very tired.

He had written. Once in 1914, when he felt the tremors through Europe of the coming war, then again after Ypres. And then, every battle, he had sat among the soldiers on either side, scratching letters, sending them with a prayer that they would reach him.

A dozen letters, maybe more, and not a single response.

He had hoped that Crowley would remember all the battlefields they had walked before. There had been so many. It felt strange to face a battle without the demon there, picking at him, teasing him and making faces at him from the opposite side.

Aziraphale turned his face towards the sun, where it was peeping over the edge of the trench.

Was it too much to hope that their friendship counted for something? He was so sure it had. Surely… surely, such a little argument couldn’t undo all those centuries and millennia? Yes, Crowley could be stubborn, but surely not that stubborn.

He rubbed at his eyes, sunspots dancing behind his lids, then sighed and miracled up another piece of paper.

It’s lovely here today. It reminds me of Noricum in the summer. Do you remember that siege? Those damned boars? Less Celts, although it smells about the same. If you have a little time–

He gazed down at the paper, then crushed it in his hand.

So many letters and no response. Why expect one now?

Further down the trench, there was a shout and the soldiers started mobilising. Aziraphale got back to his feet, aching with fatigue. It was going to be a long year.

1917 – Whitechapel

The blankets had disintegrated and been replaced with newer, bigger ones. There were more crates of wine on the floor. Possibly miracled. He wasn’t sure. Didn’t really care, as long as the world stayed nice and fuzzy and quiet and with no stupid thoughts about any stupid angels and their stupid stupid moral high grounds.

Crowley shoved his head deeper under the pillows.

He didn’t hear the whisper of the neglected, dusty pile of letters slipping over on the table and spilling onto the floor.

1941 – Soho, London

Aziraphale straightened his tie and smoothed the lines of his coat.

As much as he hated to admitted, there was something invigorating about playing against type.

It was – he was absolutely certain – nothing to do with almost a millennia of performing both temptations and blessings. No. Certainly not. But who wouldn’t like to outwit the latest evil to rise from the mind of humanity?

It was a gloomy night, the moon a thin crescent. The perfect night for villainy and mischief.

He smiled as he picked up the bundle of books. Or for thwarting it.

1941 – Whitechapel

Two years was a hell of a long time to try and shake a hangover.

‘Parently, there was in fact a threshold for the amount of booze a single demon could imbibe without being physically capable of willing himself sober. That had been a long bugger of a lesson to live through.

Still, it’d given him a bit of time to catch up on things he’d missed while he was having a nap.

There’d been a few wars. One bloody big one from the sound of it. ‘Great’. Humans always did like to use weird words to describe awful things. Not that he felt guilty about leaving the angel in the deep end. Nope. Not at all. Wasn’t like they’d done a mess of wars together.

Weren’t even any messages from the bastard. Not one.

Okay, yeah, there were some suspiciously papery-looking piles of ash on his table and his floor, but Az– the angel would never destroy the written word. S’like an allergic reaction. He’d probably come out in hives over it.

Crowley rubbed at his eyes again. They felt like they’d been replaced with two dusty snooker balls, grating against the inside of his eyelids.

“Let’s try this again, shall we?” He focussed all his wobbly power inwards, around the still thumping headache, and almost cried – in a very cool and manly way – when he felt the alcohol finally seeping out of his system. The pain in his head vanished and the world stopped spinning just enough for him to sag with relief. “Thank G– er… me.”

It took another couple of hours before his brain felt like it wasn’t about to dribble out of his ear.

It was another three before – just out of morbid curiosity – he let his awareness stretch out. Not because he wanted to check on him or anything, but just to see where the stupid angel was.

Huh.

In the city. North bank of the Thames. In a bloody church of all places.

Crowley paused, frowning.

Carefully, he let his power do a rerun through his sodden corporation, because he couldn’t be sensing what his still-kind-of-pickled brain was telling him was there. Then he focussed on the church and the other people inside it. Their souls had a very, very familiar flavour and he risked a taste of their intentions.

“Oh holy fuck!”

1941 – Soho, London

Aziraphale had been quiet for the whole drive back to his shop.

Crowley wasn’t sure what he could say.

The minute he saw his bloody stupid angel standing in the church – even though he was surrounded by Nazis and had a gun pointed at him – all the anger he’d been trying to drown out with far, far, far too much alcohol evaporated like it had never been there.

Even if Aziraphale had seemed annoyed to see him, even if he’d been forced to dance about like an idiot to avoid getting his feet burned, even if they’d parted on bad terms, all he could think about was the fact that Aziraphale would be all right.

And his books, of course. He would have been useless if he’d lost his books. Probably even done something as stupid as get infinitely drunk and unconscious for a few decades.

Still, eighty years was a long time. They hadn’t been apart for that long, not for millennia, and finding the words to fill in the gap seemed impossible.

“Here we are then,” he finally broke the silence as he pulled up outside the shop. He’d even driven a bit slower than usual, but that was mostly because of bombs. Almost mostly. Partly.

Aziraphale didn’t immediately move to get out. “Crowley,” he said quietly, looking down at his hands, which were wrapped around the handle of the stolen Nazi case which he had on his lap.

“Yeah?”

“Where… where were you?”

Crowley fiddled with the steering wheel of the Bentley. “Um.”

Aziraphale took a small, quiet breath. “It– I was worried.”

“Ohhhh…” Crowley winced, trying his best to sound casual. “You know me. I keep out of trouble.”

“Yes.” He heard the rustle of fabric and turned his head to find Aziraphale gazing at him. God, he’d missed that stupid bloody angel. “I remember.” Aziraphale looked like he was trying not to cry, a weak smile crossing his lips. “Did you have a good time?”

Enough alcohol to resink the Titanic. Miserably hiding away from everything and everyone. Avoiding the only person who had ever given a shit about him.

For once, he didn’t want to bluff and act like everything was fine. “No.” He tried to force a smile. “It was rubbish.”

“Oh.” Aziraphale looked back down at the case. “Would– I have a bottle of Chateau-neuf–”

The thought of any more drinks made Crowley’s stomach twist. “No.”

The angel’s face fell. “Oh.”

God, he hated seeing him like that, especially when they were finally finding their way back to some kind of truce.

“I had a rough couple of… decades…” He winced again. “No wine, yeah? Maybe – and I can’t believe I’m saying this – a cup of tea?”

It was as if he’d switched a light on behind Aziraphale’s eyes. “Oh, that would be lovely. I may even have some biscuits.”

Crowley couldn’t help laughing at that. “Of course you do.” He pushed his door open. “C’mon then, angel.”

When Aziraphale beamed at him, he couldn’t keep from smiling in response.

#fic: crossing paths #good omens #good omens fic #aziraphale #crowley

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Three’s A Crowd

Into the Spider-Verse fic. Noir’s relationship with Ham becomes complicated when he grows attached to a man from his own dimension.

Inspired by this text post.

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Spider-Noir was surrounded by a group of Nazis who seemed intent on cornering him in a dimly-lit alleyway. It was a battle of one against several, and every time he punched out the lights of one Nazi, another one would rise up and take a swing at him.

A pretty typical evening for him, really.

A few blows landed with more force than he would have liked, but he could handle it. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t dealt with before. He’d probably have half the details of the fight forgotten by the next morning.

What Noir hadn’t expected, however, was for a nice-looking man in a suit to see what was going on and join the fray rather than walk on by and pretend he hadn’t seen anything.

As the stranger reached into his pocket and slipped on a pair of brass knuckles, Noir wasn’t entirely sure which side the other man would be on. He hadn’t noticed his Spider-Sense increase upon the man’s appearance, but given that it was nearly overwhelming him as it was, that didn’t mean much. Noir watched the stranger carefully, ready to take him on if need be-

And watched as the stranger delivered a solid left hook into the jaw of one of the Nazis.

Noir nodded slightly in approval, and without sharing a word, the two men began to work together to tackle the threat in front of them.

Noir could have handled the fight himself, he was sure of it, but he couldn’t deny that it was nice to have a bit of help all the same. It meant a few less hits landing on him, a few less aches and pains he’d have to contend with throughout the night.

As the fight drew to a close, with all of the Nazis that had attacked Noir left unconscious, webbed into immobilization, or both, Noir turned towards the stranger that had fought alongside him.

The man extended a hand in his direction. “I’m John.”

Some small part of Noir wanted to reciprocate the gesture, to tell John his own first name, but the rest of him knew better than to share such important information with someone who was practically a stranger. Information like that always came with a cost, and even if this John really did mean well, it would be better for everyone involved if he knew as little as possible about Noir’s true identity, just in case.

“Spider-Man.” Noir took John’s hand. His grip was firm, but not overly so; his hand was warm, but not sweaty. The man knew how to give a good handshake.

John looked into Noir’s eyes- or, rather, the eyes of his suit- as he deadpanned, “Never would have guessed.”

Noir didn’t laugh, but the tips of his mouth did curl ever so slightly upward.

After they were reunited, after they had obtained a means of inter-dimensional travel that didn’t come with the risk of their cells violently glitching and dying in the process, the other spider-people had started to refer to their group as the “Spider-Family”, or “Spider-Fam” for short.

Noir wasn’t so sure he bought into that idea.

Okay, so Miles, Gwen, and Peni would be the kids of this supposed family, which made some sense to him, even as the three protested that they were mature and capable and didn’t need to be babied by the older members of their group. And Noir supposed that he could see Peter B. as the brother he’d never had, in a way.

But Noir’s feelings about Spider-Ham weren’t familial in the slightest.

They were... different.

The two had never outright talked about it, had never put a word to this strange attraction between them, but when it came time to rest the two always ended up side by side, body pressed into body, the feeling warm and soothing and right.

John had a knack for showing up when Noir was in the middle of a tough fight. If he hadn’t known better, Noir could have sworn that the man had a Spider-Sense of his own.

The second and third time they bumped into one another, they shared a table at a local coffee shop afterwards.

The fourth time the two met, they rented a hotel room nearby, though they both returned home well before dawn.

But it wasn’t until the fifth time that Noir and John came face-to-face, after Noir invited John up to his apartment, that the two really got a chance to talk.

Noir let loose a few things. That his name was Peter (though John still preferred to call him “Spidey”). That when he wasn’t Spider-Man, he was a private eye. That he was lonely. That last one almost felt like a lie, after he had gotten to know the other spider-people better, gotten to know Ham better, but loneliness had been ground into his soul for a long time now, and a handful of meetings with kindred spirits from other dimensions wasn’t enough to change that.

John let loose a few things, too. That he was a Chicago native, having moved to New York City only a few months prior to their first meeting. That he’d never gotten this close to another man before. That he was a radio host.

Noir listened to John’s radio show whenever he had the chance, in between hunting down bad guys both as a private eye and as Spider-Man. The man was talented, that much was for sure. Despite everything, John’s show always managed to make Noir laugh.

But then, that was what had first attracted Noir to Ham as well- that the pig could make him laugh.

He had gone so long without laughing, before.

“Noir? Hey, Noir!”

Noir snapped to attention. They were in Gwen’s dimension, now, in the middle of a movie marathon- horror films, mostly, as Halloween was quickly approaching.

(Halloween wasn’t a holiday that Noir particularly cared for; it was hard enough tracking down bad guys when they were the only ones wearing masks.)

Noir should have been enjoying himself, should have been focusing on the movies and on the other spider-people and on how Ham was squeezed in between himself and the wall, but his mind kept drifting elsewhere. And now, apparently, Ham at least had noticed.

“What is it?” Noir asked.

“What pizza toppings do you want?”

Oh, that was all. Somehow that wasn’t what Noir had been expecting. “I’ll eat whatever everyone else wants. I’m not picky.”

Noir almost went on to mention why he wasn’t picky, how he had learned too well how it felt when money was tight and having food on the table might as well have been a minor miracle, how to him food was just fuel and he would eat anything put in front of him just the same, grateful to have any food at all- but they didn’t need to hear all that. He didn’t need their pity.

“You sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

Ham rested one arm across Noir’s shoulders. “You’ve been acting kind of weird today, Noir.”

“Weirder than normal, you mean?” Noir didn’t have to turn around to tell that the voice was that of Gwen, her voice muffled by the potato chips she was shoveling into her mouth. Neither Noir nor Ham deigned to dignify her comment with a response.

“Penny for your thoughts, mister tall dark and handsome?”

Noir’s face grew hot as Ham finished his sentence. That was about as blatant as Ham’s flirting ever got, at least when the others were around.

And then Noir remembered what, exactly, he had been so distracted by in the first place... or rather, who had been so distracting.

Ham deserved to know. It wasn’t fair for him to be carrying on with another man behind Ham’s back, Noir knew that. But Noir also didn’t want to get into it while everyone else was around, didn’t want to derail an evening’s entertainment with discussion of his love life.

Noir made a decision, one that he knew he might live to regret.

“...nothing. It’s nothing.”

Noir and John were side by side in Noir’s bed. Noir was getting tired, though he’d never admit it. It had been a long day, and a long evening as well.

“Pity what the world’s coming to these days.” Noir said.

John nodded. “I know what you mean.”

“I’m glad somebody does, at least. Just look at what’s happening in Germany- look here in America, even, Nazis taking to the streets-”

“At least we’re doing what we can to shut them down here.” John replied. As Noir murmured his agreement, John continued, “It is scary, though. And it’s personal for me- I mean, my wife is Jewish, and she’s wonderful, I-”

“Your... wife is Jewish.” Noir repeated.

It took a moment for John to realize what exactly he had just said, for his eyes to grow dark with emotions Noir couldn’t quite place. “Oh, that sounds bad, doesn’t it...”

“Your wife is Jewish.” Noir stood up and started to throw his clothes back on, his mind racing. He was disappointed in John, sure, but more than that, he was disappointed in himself. He was a private eye, for God’s sake, he made his living off of noticing details that others would overlook, and yet he hadn’t realized that he’d been sleeping with a married man.

“Spidey- Peter, it’s not what it sounds like, I can explain-”

“I think you should go, John.”

John stood up, but made no motion to put his clothes back on or to head towards Noir’s apartment door. Instead, he took a deep breath, then let it out before saying, “Annie and I have an... understanding.”

Noir’s eyes narrowed. “Explain yourself.”

“Before we got married, we each chose one celebrity that we could sleep with if we got the chance, regardless of our marital vows. She chose Gary Cooper. I chose Spider-Man.”

“You’re joking.”

John didn’t waver even slightly. “No. For once in my life, I swear, I am not joking. Scout’s honor.” John made a gesture crossing his heart before adding, “Granted, I don’t think either of us were expecting to actually take advantage of it...”

“Have you told her? About... about us?”

“I have, yes.”

“What did she say?”

“That I owe her a ticket to Hollywood.”

Noir couldn’t help but laugh, despite the circumstances. It was ridiculous, really. It was just ridiculous enough to be true. “I’ll help pay for that ticket.”

“I’ll let Annie know you said that. She’ll probably get a kick out of it.”

Silence loomed in the room as Noir picked his next words carefully.

“I’m afraid I haven’t been entirely forthright with you either, John. There’s somebody else in my life, too.”

John’s eyes widened. “Really? Because your apartment screams bachelor to me...”

Noir wasn’t sure whether to take John’s comment as an insult, or an attempted joke, or a mere observation. Nevertheless, he pressed forward with his speech. “Well, he doesn’t live here. He doesn’t even live in this dimension, actually. His name is Peter, too, and he... he’s a pig. A talking cartoon pig. With spider powers like mine. Because he used to be a spider.”

John laughed. Noir hadn’t had the opportunity to hear John laugh much. It was a beautiful sound. “Now, Spidey, I’ve never heard you joke like that before-”

“I’m being deadly serious right now.”

John’s laughter died as abruptly as it began, replaced with a look of pronounced befuddlement.

“It’s a bit of a long story...”

The next time their group of spider-people got together, as they sat together on a rooftop in Peter B.’s dimension, Noir pulled Ham aside and cleared his throat before speaking.

“We need to talk.”

“Well, I’m always glad to talk to y-”

“Let me clarify. We need to talk, alone. I don’t want the others to hear.”

“Got it.”

The two swung over to another building before facing one another.

“There’s somebody else.” Noir’s voice was low, almost a whisper, partly because he didn’t want the sound to carry over to where the others were sitting, partly because he felt like saying it too loudly would make it seem that much more real.

Ham didn’t share the same mindset; his response was as loud as his usual speech, or perhaps even slightly louder. “Another spider? Well, I-”

“No, not another spider. Just a-” Noir faltered for a moment, and when he resumed talking, he couldn’t look Ham in the eye. “-a man. A nice man, who I’ve grown... close to, over the past few weeks.”

“From your dimension?” Ham asked.

Noir looked back at Ham and blinked a few times before answering. He had anticipated a number of possible questions from Ham, but that hadn’t been one of them. “Yes, from my dimension.”

“See? I knew your world couldn’t all be as doom and gloom as you made it out to be.”

“Is that a joke?" Noir’s voice grew louder with every word. Part of him knew that if he spoke too loudly, the others would hear; part of him didn’t really care at this point. “Is this all some big joke to you?”

“No!” Ham protested. “But- you’re not- is this your way of telling me we’re through?”

Noir held one hand against his temple. “Well, I- I care about you, but I care about him, too, and if I have to pick one of you I don’t-”

“You don’t have to pick.”

Noir let his hand fall to his side as he looked at Ham. “What?”

“You heard me. You don’t have to pick. Just because you care about one person doesn’t mean you can’t care about someone else. That’s not how it works.”

“So you’re- you’re fine with me being with... someone else?”

“Sure.” Ham paused for a moment before adding, “As long as he’s fine with it, too.”

“He- he is. We had a talk about it.”

“Man, would I have loved to be a fly on that wall.” Ham muttered just quietly enough that Noir wasn’t sure whether he was supposed to have heard it. In a normal voice, Ham added, “So, tell me about this new beau of yours.”

“His... his name is John, and he’s a radio host...”

John wasn’t usually in Noir’s apartment in the middle of the day, but then, that wasn’t going to be the most unusual thing about this particular meeting of theirs.

“When is he going to get here?” John asked.

“Any second now.” Noir replied.

Indeed, it was only a matter of seconds before Spider-Ham materialized out of thin air at Noir’s side.

Before Ham and John could utter a word to one another, Noir introduced the two. “Peter, meet John. John, meet Peter.”

The two extended their hands at roughly the same time, though John had to crouch down to complete their handshake.

“Pleasure to meet ya.” Ham said.

“Likewise.” John replied. A moment later, he added, “Now what is all of-” John pointed in the general vicinity of Ham. “-that?”

“Color. It’s color.” Ham clarified. “Specifically red-” Ham pointed at his mask- “And blue.” Ham pointed at his legs. “I know, you’re not used to the stuff.”

“You can say that again.”

As the two talked, Noir tried and failed to suppress a laugh.

Both Ham and John looked over at Noir.

“What is it?”

“It’s not that funny, is it?”

“No...” Noir replied. “It’s- the same voice. You two have the same voice.”

“What are you talking ab-”

“No, that can’t be-”

“Oh my God we have the same voice.”

Noir wondered if the voice similarity was part of some greater connection between the two. He tried to remember if any of the Peter Parkers- which Ham wasn’t, as he was Peter Porker, and from what Ham had explained regarding his origin story, he hadn’t even started out with that surname- had shared a voice. His voice wasn’t the same as Peter B.’s, that much Noir knew, but did it match that of the Peter from Miles’ world, the one who had died trying to stop what had both endangered the rest of them and brought them all together? Was Spider-Woman Gwen Stacy’s voice the same as that of the Gwen Stacy that Peter B. had alluded to before, but never seemed to want to talk about?

Noir didn’t know the answers to these questions off-hand, but nevertheless, it felt like two pieces that he had struggled to fit together in his mind for so long were finally fitting into place.

And, perhaps more importantly, both Ham and John had joined in Noir’s laughter, and the two were sharing jokes now, and...

And it had all worked out, somehow.

He had two sources of laughter in his life now, and it seemed that both of them were here to stay.

Perhaps he was ready to start making up for lost time.

#into the spiderverse #into the spider-verse #spider-man #spider-man: into the spider-verse #spider-noir #spider-ham #personal #my writing #hamnoir #ham/noir #i don't even fucking know okay

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