#dimwit's tale

[the-silentium]

Featuring New Friends

Masterlist

Pairing: Crosshair x Reader, Hunter x Reader

Words: 6513 words

Warnings: Swearing, O66 mentions, angst.

A/N: I owed Kayden to have his final chapter done after it slept in my WIPs for 9 months. Now everyone has closure so I can think of a new horror/suspense story.

Also, big shoutout to @clone-rambles​ who let me use her OC Rift Squadron for Kayden’s prank. You can read more about the Rift Squadron here! 

Taglist: I didn’t tag anyone on purpose, since I don’t want to bother anyone with a story that is so old. BUT. This is fully dedicated to @clone-rambles​ and @haloangel391​ cuz you two stayed with me for the long run and I can’t thank you both enough! 

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"Holy guacamole." Kayden breathed in awe at the sight of the raging storm beating the white facilities as the door opened. "This storm is crazy!"

You overlooked the rhyme to shush him as an officer made her way over from a more crowded part of the hangar. It wasn't your first time on Kamino, but the feeling stayed the same; you already wished you could turn back around and go. It wasn't just that you knew this place had been hell for the people you called your family, you had seen first hand the disdain they all received from their fellows and this time, the heavy atmosphere that floated around the place was disturbing to say the least. 

It was understandable, given what the clones had recently endured, that they were down and gloomy, Crosshair had been that way for the biggest part of the trip until you let Wrecker take your place and went with your lover at the back to hush his demons. You had not anticipated that they would look like dead men walking. 

Some of them had their helmets off, showing their dull eyes and haunted gazes, whereas a majority of them kept their helmet on.

"Squad name, trooper." The officer inquired once she was close enough so the engines of the arriving ships wouldn't drown her words. Her gaze was glued to her datapad, its blue screen illuminating the bags shadowing her tired eyes. 

"Commando Squadron Clone Force 99." Hunter answered with a frown. He quickly looked around the busy hangar, taking in the effect of what happened to Crosshair, but in its bigger scale. 

Officer-- you looked at the name tag over her heart-- Vega scrolled through an extensive list on her device, muttered some words under her breath and finally stopped over your squad's name. She quickly checked the box and finally met Hunter's eyes with a sharp nod. 

"Have you, or anyone of your squad, been injured or induced injuries to anyone around you during the mind-controlling episode a day ago?" She asked in a monotonous voice, as though she already knew the answer. She was already going for the red box when Hunter shook his head.

"No. We did not receive any transmission." 

The story you all agreed on was plausible as no Jedi General was assigned to your team and only a select few officers had your commlink number. It also helped that you used the Core to remove every trace of your injuries, all that remained were emotional and mental scars that would take time to heal, both for you and Crosshair. 

Despite your expectations, Crosshair wasn't as stiff as a board at the reminder, his tight fists were the only sign that he was affected. He had hurt you. They all knew. You noticed Crosshair's hands twitch right before he suddenly opened his fists to press his palms against his sides. Closing them felt wrong, he had told you on the ship. You remembered the feeling of being strangled and he too remembered the feeling of your skin under his fingers. 

"Lucky lads. More squads are expected in the following hours. Until everyone is accounted for, please remain in Tipoca City." With that said and the green box checked, she wandered off to another arriving team. 

"I guess we'll be stuck here for a little while." Hunter sighed.

"Ain't that bad news!" Kayden's snickers could be heard from your side, yet he remained invisible. 

"Keep quiet until we are alone." You reminded him, already on edge because of the ambiance. 

"Come on. Let's get to our quarters and relax while we can." A hand fell on your shoulder for a second and Hunter took the lead, his hand falling back at his side. 

Wrecker was undeniably excited to be back on base, Tech seemed unfazed, Echo was lost in some memories and Crosshair kept his helmet on. You chose to walk by his side, not too close so you respected the space he asked you to give him, but close enough so he knew you were still there to help and that you still didn't hold a grudge against him.  

You knew how to make a difference between them. Soulless Crosshair and Real Crosshair weren't the same in any way. It was unfortunate that he had a hard time differencing the two. You simply hoped that between you and his brothers, he would finally see that he wasn’t as bad and detestable as he projected himself to be. This goal, you knew, was achievable with time, patience and love. 

Your feet froze at the last second, avoiding a sharp collision with hard plastoid. You stood in the entrance, taking in the familiar mess and the strong scent that reminded you of your shack back in the dark confines of Alryan. The boys were already walking towards their respective spaces, leaving you and a now visible Kayden to look around the area. 

"Reminds you of something?" You asked Kayden with a jab in the side that went right through his form. It was his first time here after all and he clearly made the same connection as you, the glint of familiarity lightening his eyes giving him away.

"That small shanty of ours." He chuckled. "How could I miss the resemblance?" 

"It was messy?" Tech wondered, surprised that your organized self lived in a disorganized environment. 

"And smelly. All thanks to this guy." You pointed to the brunette who was looking at the carved lines on the wall by the door. "I stopped trying to clean everything up after a while. An hour later, all the junk was back where it was."

"Don't know what you're talking about." He shrugged nonchalantly. "And this place is already bigger than our shack." 

"True." You ventured towards Crosshair's bunk seeing as Hunter was busy looking through his storage and you didn't bother to create a space for yourself like you all did for Echo as you usually shared a bed with one of your boyfriends. You took a seat beside him, both your back leaning on the wall. His head turned slightly to acknowledge you before he went back to cleaning his rifle. Kicking your boots off, you grabbed the fluffy blanket-hoodie you forgot at the foot of his bed during your last trip here to put it on and wrap your arms tightly around your form. 

This damn rainy planet was obviously wet and added to the air conditioning keeping the city at such a low temperature that no bacteria could proliferate, you had no chance to keep yourself warm without an additional layer or a warmth buddy. You moved to the side so you faced Crosshair, your legs folded at your side and your head rested on your shoulder that leaned on the wall. 

Each movement of his hands was performed with utmost precision. Countless hours of practice had led him to master his art and you knew for a fact that he could accomplish his task while looking somewhere else, at your lips for example, or while you tried to distract him with a make-out session. He had a talent to mentally map everything perfectly, it being his very prized rifle, the Marauder during lights-out or your body, and venture their surfaces without any inconvenience despite his best perk being unavailable at the moment. 

Everyone was doing their own thing, Kayden, you noticed, had already disappeared somewhere. You didn't want to think about what it could lead to, let him have his fun while you enjoyed the small break before chaos fell over your head again. After all, Hunter hadn't been opposed to his shenanigans in the condition that no one saw him.

A chuckle unconsciously escaped your lips, thinking of all the possible tricks Kayden could play on the Kaminoans. The Gods knew what this man was able to create in that twisted mind of his and you were certain that this was another reason as to why he found his way back to you. 

The night before that fateful day you met the Batchers, you had thought about whether to bring Kayden with you and play outside like brainless kids, be yourselves again for half a day where no one could see the two of you, and spit insults your way. It would have been a soul-lifting experience. The major problem was Murphy Day in itself. Kayden was not a skilled hunter and the jungle being wild and dangerous in its normal days, it would have been right down suicidal to bring him along. He could have died and you were not ready to survive being the village’s scapegoat alone, as selfish as it may sound. It was still one of your biggest regrets to think that he had to live your worst nightmare, one that he reassured was forgiven and forgotten many, many times. 

Having Kayden with you that day and him meeting the Batch in their vulnerable states would have been a whole new experience. Everything that happened- the outcome wouldn’t have been the same with your best friend there. You wouldn’t have found a new family, wouldn’t have found two of the most important people in your life, wouldn’t have discovered who you were and how to become the best version of yourself. They would have become a story that you and Kayden would reminisce with a laugh during the bad days to cheer yourselves up, just clones who crossed your path, needed help to get out of their unfortunate situation and went on their way because let’s be honest, they would have had enough of Kayden after two minutes in his presence. 

Warm fingers softly lifted your chin and you realized your eyes had closed on their own. You pucker your lips at the intervention, morphing your dreaming expression into a questioning frown. Crosshair had to lift the hood that fell way too low on your head in order to meet your eyes. 

"What are you thinking about?" He paused cleaning his rifle to focus on you and that simple gesture brought a small smile to your lips.

Your brain short-circuited for a second. What were you thinking about indeed? Oh. Right.

"I was thinking that what should have been the worst decision of my life turned out to be the best." You shuffled a bit closer. "And how I found and saved my two handsome loves, and one of them twice, on that same day." You poked his stomach playfully to remind him of his misadventures on Murphy Day. 

He snorted to hide the slight wince that contorted his features, certainly at the memory of the fruit that made a whole mess of his body. "We got even pretty fast." 

You hummed, clearly remembering the worst fall of your life. “That’s true. And then I saved your ass again.” 

His forehead met yours in the softest of contact, the grunt resonating from deep within his throat proved that he remembered the crazy experience of being carried right and left in a kid's cage. “Have I ever told you what I’ve heard from your soul?” He smirked. He knew he never told you. But now you were curious. And mortified. What had he heard?

You pulled back to see his smug self looking down at you. “What did you hear?” You knew it would be embarrassing. That shit-eating grin was only reserved for such occasions. 

He laughed deep from within his chest. “I’m not tellin’.”

You whined. “Crooooooss.”

He returned to his task at hand, ignoring all your whines and pleas to know what he managed to hear back then with the smallest of smirk on his lips. 

At least he didn't push you away like you feared he would. There was no way you could go back to him barely acknowledging your existence with his subtle nods or grunts, not when you had a peek inside this man's heart and saw all of his hidden sides. 

You loved him and if you needed to tie him up to a chair and tell him those three words a thousand times for him to understand then you'd do it in a heartbeat.

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With a pep in his steps, Kayden wandered the maze of identical corridors with the crest around his neck. He didn't like the atmosphere. It was too sterile, too organized, too perfect. It woke up his instincts to kick something over just so something was misplaced. Perfection. Kayden cringed at the word crossing his mind. It was everything he was told he wasn’t. He always did everything wrong and apparently excelled at it. It came to him naturally and thus, he decided that it was his nature. 

You were the organized one and he was chaotic. Both imperfect beings that completed each other perfectly. 

Speaking of his chaotic personality, Kayden decided to mess with whoever would see him in this less-crowded hallway and pop in-and-out of their physical reality, sometimes walking right through doors or flicking some lights here and there. Those hallways, he noticed, were long and he was so far from the hangar that there was very little activity. He was about to do a ghostly break-and-entering into what he supposed was a barrack if the heavy buzzing of souls on the other side of the door was anything to go by, but a holler kept him from entering as soon as he rendered himself immaterial. 

"Hey! Ghost! Come back!"

At first, Kayden wanted to ignore it. Someone finally noticed him in the hallway, yay! Although it took him too long to do so, therefore Kayden now had something else in mind. Something better with much more reaction than a holler. 

Despite everything, Kayden was a curious one, always had been. He turned to take in the clone who bravely yelled after a ghost and stopped before going through the metal, too surprised by the sight of a very detailed set of armor. It was so much more interesting to look at than the usual standards of the clones; the plain white or small customization using their squad colors was boring after a while. This guy, though. He understood the assignment and Kayden couldn’t wait to see the rest of his brothers. 

In hope of finding some entertainment, Kayden appeared back with a grin. "Wassup?"

The brown-haired clone jumped back slightly, surprised by their proximity. He recuperated in a flash, his surprise replaced by excitement and wonder. The clone looked at him up and down several times, his eyes taking in his Alryan outfit and the crest around his neck. 

"Wait- wh-? You're real? You're not a hallucination from sleep deprivation? Or a mind trick?" He finally asked. He even went as far as pinching the skin at the base of his neck which got a small laugh out of Kayden. 

"I mean.. yeah I'm real. Dead as a doorknob though." He added while passing his hand through his own shoulder to demonstrate. "Can't do more dead than my ass." 

The clone watched in awe as Kayden repeated the motion. "Wh- shit. Oh man this is scary but so cool! So you're really a ghost?"

"Spot on." Kayden beamed with pride. 

The soldier shook his head in amazement. His next words were cut short by the beeping sound of his comms going off. With a huff, the soldier answered the call of his superior calling him back to their designated room. 

"Hey, I gotta join my squad and my brothers have been shits lately. Would you mind scaring the shit outta them? Could do pranks or anything?" He asked with mischievous hope right as he was about to leave. 

Recognizing the look in his eyes, Kayden immediately jumped onto the opportunity. "You're talking to the right ghost! Prank is my middle name and believe me, I got even better now that I'm dead."

"Can't wait to see what you can do!" He laughed. "I'm Slice, by the way." He offered his hand for a shake. 

"Nice to meet you, Slice." He grabbed the outstretched hand and gave it a firm shake. He smirked at the shudder shaking the man. "You can call me Kayden." 

"Likewise, Kayden." Slice smirked and turned around to head for his barracks. "Sooo, you're not a clone. How did you end up here?" He asked, sending him a side glance. 

"I'm linked to someone that was called back here so I thought I'd explore a bit since it's my first time here and I'm sure things will take a bit to settle."

Kayden looked at the clone right on time to see the clone's eyes darken. Even though he didn't know his story, Kayden knew it must have been hell. From all the broken souls he felt in the hangar and Crosshair's distress during the event, he had a good idea of the torture they endured. 

"Still want to prank your brothers?" Kayden inquired calmly. He would understand if he wanted to cancel everything and would not press the matter. Those men who fought every day of their life deserved respect and rest. They surely were in a fragile state of mind and he would hate to break one of them. 

Slice took a few seconds to think over the question, meanwhile, Kayden disappeared from view as two Kaminoans turned down their hallway. "Is it bad if I do? I hope this will take their minds off the matter." 

Thankfully, Slice noticed his absence only when the long-necks had already passed them, so they missed how he stopped mid-step to look around like a lost puppy. Kayden reappeared for a moment to wink before disappearing again in hope that the man would understand that he was still by his side. With a reassured nod, Slice continued on his way. 

"No, I think it's thoughtful." He smiled despite being invisible to the clone's eyes. Kayden recalled having used similar tactics on you whenever you had one of those execrable days. All he had to do was hold back a little. "Any preferences?" 

They both stopped before a door that Kayden assumed led to Slice's barracks. With a quick peek in, Kayden confirmed his assumptions. His squad's souls felt slightly less affected than others. Maybe they didn't have to kill anyone they liked and respected. 

He couldn't stop himself from noting that despite being of the same team, each of their armor was so incredibly individualistic. It was clear that a piece of their personalities was illustrated on their person and as a wood sculptor, Kayden could only admire the details and quality of the artwork.

Yup. He needed to meet them. 

After pranking them, that is. 

"Can you do stuff like in horror-holos?" 

"Can I-? Of course." He smirked, now fully visible. "Get inside, I'll follow in a minute." He told him and presented a closed fist. The clone bumped their knuckles and slipped his poker face on before entering the room. 

Kayden shook his hands to his side, ready to do what he did best. He managed to control his excitement for a grand total of fifteen seconds before the wait became too much and he had to engage. Now fully immaterial, Kayden peaked inside the room once more to ensure no one stood close to the door and once the coast was clear inside and outside, he slammed it open. Several clones jumped, one nearly fell off their bed and Slice, oh Slice. His eyes were wide, like he got caught by surprise, but Kayden could see the corners of his lips shaking slightly upwards.

Game on. 

For more dramatics, Kayden waited a few seconds for confusion to set in and for some clones to get angry before he closed the lights and slammed the door closed again, plunging the room in a near-complete darkness, the only light in the room radiating from the three datapads across the room. 

"Haha. Very funny Slice." A strong voice came from the opposite side of the room. The irritation that dripped from his tone was music to Kayden's ears. 

"I'm here, it wasn't me." Slice replied from the other side of the room. 

"Dice?"

"I'm here too." 

While humming a low tune under his breath, Kayden found a discarded shirt and threw it at the closest clone that jumped back with a yelp as soon as the fabric draped over his shoulder. The lights came back on, courtesy of a pissed-looking short-haired clone. 

"Who's doing that?" He sharply inquired in that authoritative tone that reminded him of Hunter. Oh, Hunter would have been so mad had Kayden done this to his squad… Good thing he wasn't there then. 

"Who threw me the shirt?" The spiky-haired clone looked around, accusing his brothers with his eyes. 

Meanwhile, Kayden got closer to a soldier with trees painted on the bottom half of his armor. As best as he could, the ghost pulled himself onto the top bunk and exhaled right by the man's ear who jumped right off the bed and crashed onto someone else. 

"Did you guys hear that?" The clone with green highlights shakily asked, frightened eyes looking right at Kayden without seeing him. A concert of "no" echoed around the room, increasing the man’s fear. 

Seeing as everyone was on edge, even Slice who looked around in apprehension, Kayden decided to perform his grand finale. He returned back to the entrance and slowly started making his way towards the pack of clones regrouped at the end of the room, making sure to flick his visibility on and off sporadically. 

The first ones who noticed his flickering form gasped in surprise before jumping back, nearly sending Kayden out of his act. He struggled to keep his face neutral and not react to the man who threw a datapad through his immaterial form. The datapad crashed on the floor right as he stopped moving. He stared at them with his best lifeless expression, feeding off their scared expressions. 

One of them furiously leaped forward to land a hit on his face, but only managed to lose balance as his swing never made contact. 

Then it became too much and he burst out laughing. The sudden noise caused the courageous clone to jerk backward. "No touchie, pal." Kayden grinned, hands lifting to rest on his hips. "Got y'all good, didn’t I?" 

The fear slowly morphed back into confusion while Kayden waited patiently for the first reactions to assault him. 

"What?"

"Who are you?"

"What in all karking hells?" 

Satisfaction filled Kayden's chest. His mission was accomplished with success, no one was traumatized although a bit shaken, but none of them held the darkness that was once plaguing their minds and hearts. 

"That was convincing." Slice's laugh covered the rest of the questions. He joined Kayden in the middle of the room, a grin of his own adorning his features. "Better than what I imagined."

“Slice.” Snapped the one who tried to punch him. “What’s all this?”

"Just a small joke, sir." He explained. "To lighten up the mood." 

The look he received told everything Kayden needed to know. Time to take his leave! 

"Gentlemen, this was a pleasure." He snickered with a slight bow. "But I should go now, got more people to spook, ya know how it is." 

"Oh no you're not leaving. I don't know how you did that, but I want to have a word with your superior." The man who Kayden started thinking was their CO, approached him menacingly. 

"I don't have one, perk of being dead and all. See ya!" He wiggled his fingers before disappearing from their view. He remained in the room for a minute, enough to hear the wave of questions being thrown at Slice who sheepishly avoided looking at his leader. 

Then once again, Kayden was on the move. The hallways were more quiet now, with even less people walking their length. He spotted a lone window beaten by the rain outside. With all the excess of energy out of his system, Kayden walked up to the glass, made himself tangible and placed his hand on the cold surface. He applied more and more pressure, not to break the glass but to prove to himself that he was still there. He was dead, but he was still there. 

He wasn't dreaming in some after death world. 

He was real. 

"Who are you?" Kayden froze at the voice calling from behind him. 

Slowly, he turned, thinking a Kaminoan found him, but to his surprise, found a young girl frowning up curiously at him. Looking around, Kayden didn't spot anyone else, so she really was talking to him. Would it be bad to terrorize a kid by ghosting away? It probably wasn't a good idea, kids got marked for life easily. Plus she seemed quite friendly. 

"No one in particular." He shrugged. "People who like me tend to call me Kayden and those who like me very much call me Dimwit. Whichever you prefer." At her disbelieving frown, he added, "Don't worry, it's a term of affection." 

She chuckled. "I'm Omega. Are you lost Dimwit?" 

He beamed, pleased with her answer. "Yes, but it doesn't really matter. I'll find my way back eventually." 

"Or I could guide you." She kindly offered. "Which battalion is yours?" 

"Clone force sixt-" He choked on his saliva. "Ninety nine. The defective ones." 

She perked up, eyes widening slightly. Oh. Did she not like them like the rest of the regular clones? "I know them. They're like me!" 

"Like you?" It was Kayden's turn to be confused. 

"Yes. Clones with mutations!" 

He knew it was in his head, but Kayden felt the time stop. She was a clone? A mutated clone. Mutated to be female. From what Kayden gathered over time, the defective clones had been created with a purpose, so what was hers? Her feminine wiles? Could that be a new war tactic? Charm their way into enemy forces? 

Despite everything, Kayden found himself smiling mischievously.

"You don't say…" 

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They made their way to the Batch's barracks. He insisted Omega walked before him so he could make himself disappear whenever someone else crossed their path. Once they arrived, he quickly picked her up under the armpits, right before the door opened and ran inside with the kid at arm's length. 

"Look what I found!" He yelled as the door closed behind him, waking up Crosshair who had started to drowse off on his bunk. 

Tech as usual ignored him whereas Wrecker stopped looking around in a crate on the ground to look up at him, brows furrowed in a deeply confused way. He looked at the tiny being like she was an unknown creature. 

"What's that?" He asked but you cut him off fairly quickly. 

"Good Gods Kayden. Did you kidnap a child?" You gasped from your spot cuddled up against Hunter's side, your horrified face contrasting against the CO's surprised one.

That managed to catch Tech's attention who dropped his little project to approach the new subject of interest. 

"No! I found her!" His excitement was bubbling up by the second in anticipation of dropping the bomb. 

"I found you first." Omega pointed out, still mostly limp in his arms but trying her best to look back at him. 

"Details, kid." He tutted her. "And she's not any child! She's another defective clone!" 

"She's a what?" Wrecker was the first to recover from the shock. He got up and approached the three of them, Tech still looking at her from different angles. 

"A clone. Like you." Omega smiled at the giant and Echo who joined them.

"They make you guys in girls now too!" Kayden exclaimed, lifting Omega slightly higher to show his point. He almost wanted to say that she was friendlier too, but decided against it. Not everyone was a grumpy ass, Echo was quite nice and Wrecker didn’t have an ounce of wickedness in him, if you don’t threaten his brothers’ life, that is. 

"Kayden." You called him. "Let the poor girl down." 

He slowly did as told and before long, you were at his side and presenting yourself to the kid who excitedly took every information you offered.

"This is unheard of." Tech shook his head. "Why would they change an already functioning sequence?" 

A scoff resonated from within Kayden's chest. Really? It wasn't his goal to hurt anyone's feelings and thus he kept his mouth closed but… the regular clones were performing quite well on their own. The Bad Batch's very existence was probably due to an error or scientific curiosity, so why creating a female clone would be that difficult to entertain? 

"What does that mean?" You turned to the engineer. Confusion, disbelief and frustration crept to the surface, showing on your face. Of course.

"Clones are engineered to be soldiers. Men-" 

"I'll stop you right here mate, for the sake of your nose." Kayden cut him off in a hurry. Oh, how he remembered a certain stormy day in Alryan when thunder wasn't the only thing exploding everyone's ears and rain mixed with droplets of blood. The hunters had it coming though.

"No Tech. I wanna hear you out. You like to talk, so talk." You challenged him, not only with your words but your intense gaze locked to his frenzy ones searching for an escape. 

"It's based on fact-" 

"I wasn't meant to be a soldier." The kid intervened right on time, just as Hunter put a hand on your shoulder to keep you from doing anything stupid, saving Tech from something harder than a pillow to the face.

"What were you meant to be then?" Echo asked from his place at the back of the group. He was amongst the calmest clones of the room, right alongside Hunter who was still analyzing the information presented to him. 

"I assist with pretty much everything happening here." She shrugged. 

"Soooo, are we keeping her?" Kayden tried his luck. From what he saw so far, the kid was polite and fairly calm which was definitely appealing behavior in someone her age. What was even more appealing was the possibilities that the child represented. A friend? Someone other than you who would listen to his rambling and stories? An art partner? Surely at her age and after passing her entire life on such a boring planet, the kid would be as impressionable as a puppy. He could use his ghostly skills to show off and gain a partner in crime out of her. 

"What? No. She's a kid and-" Hunter hurried to crush his hopes with a sharp shake of his head. 

"You all are overgrown kids!" Kayden pointed out. "What's the difference? You don't know, maybe she's just a teeny-tiny one? Maybe she has reverse-Wrecker genes or something."

"Saying that she does not have the physical growth accelerating gene would be more accurate." Tech corrected him with a disapproving frown. 

"Saying that we don't care about the specifics would be more accurate." Wrecker parroted which got a laugh out of the ghost. 

The debate was only starting when an officer knocked on the door to announce their presence. Kayden fully disappeared just as the door slid open and she ordered them to move to the East hangar for a briefing before quickly walking away to knock on another door. The clones briefly looked at each other. 

"Ya heard the lady." Hunter shrugged and opened the way towards the door, the rest of the team soon following, letting behind a confused Omega who kept looking around for a missing brunette. 

Kayden laughed internally at her lost expression. 

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"You realize that you saved the clones and the Jedis with your god powers, right?" Kayden popped out of thin air right next to your ear in a clear attempt to make you jump, but this trick had stopped working months ago. 

You clicked your tongue in annoyance, eyes fully focussed on the vast space beyond the cockpit of the Havoc Marauder, your hands busy with the commands of the ship

"Kayden, we talked about this, stop with the god thing. It's the rock, not me." You reminded him for the millionth time. 

"Rock that doesn't work without you." He pointed out. 

"Kayden's conjecture is correct." Tech piped in and you could feel the smugness emanating from your fellow Alrynian. "Thousands of regs under a third party's influence would have been able to overthrow the Jedis which would have led for this Empire to take control of the galaxy. A new ruler that killed every peacekeepers before taking the reins would, without an ounce of doubt, mean that the galaxy was going towards a period of darkness. Your actions saved--"

A high-pitched gasp cut him off mid-sentence. That was definitely not a gasp that could ever escape one of the boys of this ship. 

Like they all shared one body, the Bad Batch and their pest turned to stare at the kid from earlier, a shining Back-Up trying to climb from her shoulder to her head. Maybe it was the sudden silence, or even the crushing weight of everyone's gaze onto her, but the kid looked up from the lizard and her expression changed from delight to sheepish. 

"Hi." She waved shyly, her voice so small that you nearly missed it. "So gods are real?" That one though was much clearer. 

You facepalmed. "Not another one." 

"Kid, what are you doing here?" Hunter stood from his seat to approach the child crouching behind a crate that Wrecker never put away. She scratched the back of her neck. 

"I wanted to be with you all."

He looked around to meet his men's gaze, each of them mirroring his own confused frown. You rolled your eyes and concentrated on piloting the ship. Was it too hard to entertain that someone might want their company? 

You could only snicker internally. The very same situation happened to you, where you didn't think yourself deserving of their friendship and they had to drill it into your head that you were. They deserved people to look up to them and want to be around them. You did. Why not the kid?

"You can't. It's too dangerous. We'll get you back." You blinked at Hunter's words. Too dangerous? The war was over. The only dangerous thing in the ship was the hazard that were Crosshair's discarded toothpicks lying around everywhere. 

Sure, you got what he really meant, that a kid her age didn't belong with a troop of soldiers like them, and at the rate the squad was growing, they would need a bigger ship. Plus they still hadn't discussed what they would do next. 

"But the war is over. There's no fighting anymore." 

"Exactly." A pause followed, so long you thought he had closed the conversation right there, but he had more to say. "You should not attach yourself." He said somberly. 

You bristled. What did that mean? Fear and worry overflowed you and you weren't piloting anymore. A grip tightened onto your shoulders. You followed the arms to Crosshair who looked at the floor. The hardness you found in his eyes made you anxious. You dared look toward Hunter who shot you a side glimpse, sadness in his own eyes. They won't be terminated after this, right? The Kaminoans, no, the Republic can't do that to their soldiers! They fought tooth and nails for a war that wasn't even their own! 

You had stopped all of this to save them, not for them to be killed! You wouldn't let them even if that was their plan. You won't lose your family. The clones won't lose their lives. 

Tears of indignation gathered in your eyes and you reached up to grab at your boyfriend's hands while maintaining eye contact with your other partner. You would always have their backs. 

"I don't see why not. They're talking about rights for the clones." The kid broke the heavy atmosphere with the innocence that only a being her age could muster. 

That development was unexpected, but was not unwelcome. Your anxiety level decreased at the prospect of your men having the right to live their lives as they pleased. 

"Who are?" Echo looked at her in disbelief. 

"The Jedis."

The ship came to a full stop as even Tech left his station to stare at the girl. Was she real? Was her information reliable? Even Kayden was stunned into silence. Knowing him, he might be overwhelmed by all of the deep emotions emanating from everyone around. 

"That is unexpected news." Tech joined in softly. "But we also can't get her back before addressing what she overheard." Tech pointed out.

"It's a kid." Crosshair nearly sneered. "We can't trust that she won't talk about it to anyone." His hand closed on yours and you had a strong feeling of déjà-vu.

"She can't unhear it, Cross. It's not like we can make her forget." You stroked the back of his hand with your fingertips. 

"We can't, but you can." Your movements stopped at what he implied. He wanted you to use the Core to make the kid forget. 

"No. I'm not doing that." You instantly rejected. You weren't about to play god any time soon. Yes, you might have used the Core to alter the clones so they could overthrow what was controlling them, but that was different! Something was hurting them! 

"I won't tell. It's not the first secret that I've had to keep." The kid assured. She started to sound less confident and more worried. 

"Which are?" Kayden asked from his spot on the floor as his body was shaking from all the emotions exposure. 

"Secrets." She frowned. 

"She's good." He turned to look at the group, eyebrows lifted as if he was genuinely impressed. You sighed at his antics. 

"Kid-"

"I don't want to be an experiment in a tube." She cut Hunter off, a light mist forming in her eyes. 

"But you won't be. Not if every clone has rights." He tried to reason her. 

"They'll find a way. I'm too young to take care of myself alone." 

At that your mind was set. You had been on Kamino a handful of times and each time you nearly ran to the ship as soon as you entered the hangar. 

"You and thousands of other trainees." Crosshair remarked. It broke your heart even more. 

"But they're not defectives." She played with her fingers, her gaze now fully focussed on them. 

This shut them up. They all knew what she was going through. The Batchers wore so much pain on their faces that you knew you would never let anything like what they endured on Kamino happen ever again. You gave a last squeeze to Crosshair's hands before letting go and approaching the kid. You kneeled to be level with her. 

"What's your name?" You smiled when she met your gaze. 

"Omega." 

"Don't worry, Omega." You presented her a hand that she gladly took between her two smaller ones. "Everything will work out just fine. You have a goddess on your side after all."

“Frickin’ told ya.” Kayden snickered under his breath. 

#bad batch x reader #sergeant hunter #crosshair x reader #star wars #bad batch #wrecker #tech #dimwit's tale #omega joins the fight #echo #this ship is getting wayy too small #but who cares they'll get a nice lil place soon

[nothankyoudear]

When Arthur was crowned the King of Camelot, and Merlin the royal consort immediately after, it was only normal for the servants to expect one of them to be assigned to the newly titled consort. After all, what is a royal without a servant?

However, months pass without a new assignment and switches in positions, and the entire castle is left more or less confused when Merlin can still be seen picking up tomatoes from the market, and sweeping up floors while humming a tune.

Because not only has the new royal consort not been assigned a servant, he is still acting as a servant.

When asked why he's still doing duties of a lowly servant, Merlin simply answers with how he likes doing the work.

But that obviously can't be true with his continuous grumbles about filling up the bath, or murmurs about how stupid clotpole should just learn how to shine his own bloody armour, so Camelot soon becomes ripe with theories.

Tragic tales of abandonment, sly murmurs of infidelity, and cruel narratives of betrayal and anger, all begin emerging.

Whispers begin to spread in the kitchens about the indignities that Merlin must have committed to be faced with such a fate as a royal. Young maids gossip about possible affairs Merlin is having with one of the knights, and rumours pass from stall to stall in the markets on how the king has already grown sick of the new consort, and has simply distanced himself by quietly assigning Merlin back to his previous duties.

After all, Merlin was the king's manservant before he was his consort. And kings are never serious with servants.

Time pass. Arthur never acknowledges the rumours, and Merlin simply answers with the same answer every time he is asked the question of why. And without fuel for the fire, the people and their whispers soon calm.

Then, on one fateful morning, as the king and the royal consort return from their hunting trip, the consort's boot falls off.

The crowd can only watch in shock as, seemingly by reflex, Arthur Pendragon—The King of Camelot, ruler of Albion—kneels at his consort's feet, and begin putting his boot back on.

He murmurs something about Merlin being careless and dimwitted, and yet still cradles the back of Merlin's ankle as he ties the laces of the boot. He then promptly gets up, and simply walks into the castle with Merlin behind him like nothing had happened.

The crowd explodes into noise.

In the king's chambers, the door is shut behind them before Merlin asks:

"What was that?"

"That, was so that they know I'm actually a great husband who doesn't mistreat you, and you're just a stubborn idiot who like complaining about things you asked to do."

A laugh echoes through the room.

"You love me."

".... Go away."

And with that, rumours about the king and his royal consort never appeared in Camelot again.

#hey look i can write happy stuff #all be it not very well #merlin #merlin bbc #merlin emrys #merlin x arthur #arthur x merlin #arthur pendragon #merthurweek2022 #merthur #bbc merlin #merlin/arthur #arthur #oneshot #ficlet #my writing #my posts

[matchavellichor]

A Misplaced Apparition

Garreth Weasley x f!MC - Fluff/Banter - 3.2k words - ao3 link

While helping Garreth forage for potion ingredients, a misplaced apparition leaves you both magic-less and stranded somewhere in the Forbidden Forest.

Black Cat MC, Golden Retriever Garreth // Huddling for Warmth/One Bed trope // MC is a little mean, Garreth is a pining himbo who loves her for it

Recent Weasley Wednesdays have awakened something in me for this man and I just... 🫠 had to write a dumb lil fic

“Just stay quiet and stay behind me.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Garreth gives you a mock salute before he follows you further into the moss-covered cavern. Water drips from stalactites on the ceiling, the sound echoing eerily off the stone walls. 

Your wand is outstretched in front of you, a soft glow emitting from the tip of the wood and illuminating the surrounding space. The lair is quiet, too quiet, and your shoulders are strung high with anticipation, reflexes trained to react accordingly to any threat.

At the first sight of an acromantula, Garreth shrieks, before you quickly slash the creature’s head off with a slicing hex. Suddenly the cave is not so quiet, the sound of numerous legs scrambling down the stone passageways of the cavern some distance away, quiet hisses and clicking. 

“Shout a little bit louder, will you?” You chastise. “I think you only woke about eighty percent of the colony.”

“Oh, my bad!” Garreth retorts. “I’ll make sure to keep my cool the next time a hairy, eight-legged monster lunges for my throat.”

He quickly kneels beside the carcass, grimacing when he slices into the exoskeleton of the creature with a scalpel and black goo immediately drenches his fingers. He makes a small puncture in the venomous gland and collects the liquid into a vial, corking it and wiping his hands with a disgusted shudder. “Merlin, I hate spiders.”

“Yet you drag me to an acromantula lair?”

“Uh, duh? I’m not spending 100 galleons a pint on this stuff when I have my own personal body guard to help me extract it for free. Plus, this is—” He interrupts himself with another shriek when a second acromantula, about twice the size of the first, pounces from the shadows, fangs flared. You immediately incinerate the creature with a confringo, but Garreth bumps into you in his fright, knocking your wand out of your hand and sending it rolling out of reach on the stone floor of the cavern, your lumos going out with it.

“Weasley, you dimwit!” You groan, feeling around on your hands and knees for the lost wand. It’s pitch black inside the lair, and you know the longer you sit around defenseless and blind, the greater your chance of ending up as spider dinner. 

“I found it!” He announces, reigniting the lumos with your wand in hand. He walks back over to you with a smug smile before his eyes catch on something over your shoulder and his expression immediately drops. 

You can hear the tell-tale click of pincers behind you and it doesn’t take a genius to guess what’s got him shitting his trousers. Before you can even take back your wand and defend yourself, he’s yanking you into his chest by the collar of your coat and you’re feeling your entire body squeeze with the tug of apparition.

A few seconds later, you land flat on the ground on top of him, limbs entangled in one another’s. You both wince from the impact, your insides feeling like they’ve been rearranged in the wrong order. 

“I’m…I’m going to kill you.” You groan, willing yourself not to throw up your lunch all over him.

“‘Oh, thank you, Garreth, for saving us from the big, angry spider.’” He mimics, voice shrill and high-pitched. You’re unamused. 

“I would’ve handled it!” You retort, sliding off his chest. You sit up, trying to gain some level of composure after just having all of your atoms immaterialized and recombined. “Where the hell did you even take us?”

He takes a look around, scratching his head as he tries to spot some identifying landmark. “Er, I’m…not sure.” 

“Oh, lovely.”

“I wasn’t thinking! There was a ginormous spider in front of me, I kind of just pictured in my head ‘not here’, you know?”

“Perfect! We could be in bloody Uzbekistan right now!” 

“I’m flattered that you think I’m powerful enough to accomplish transcontinental apparition at the drop of a hat,” He splays a hand over his chest, a smirk tugging at his lips. He takes another look around the immediate surroundings. “But, we’re clearly still in Scotland, don’t get your knickers in a twist.”

“I’m going to put off throttling you at the moment for both of our sakes,” You pick yourself up off the ground, head still slightly woozy, before you outstretch your hand in front of him. “Just give me my wand so we can get out of here.” 

He slowly gets up himself, revealing the piece of wood snapped in two, having been wedged underneath both of you when you apparated.

You gape at the crushed wand, now just a dull, magic-less stick after having severed its core. “I’m going to kill you.”

“You’ve said that already. I don’t think it’s possible to kill someone twice, even with your talents.”

“Garreth, this is serious!” You seethed. “You snapped my wand!”

“I didn’t snap anything, it was a blameless casualty!” He raised his hands in a placating gesture, trying to calm you.

“Oh my God, just, nevermind.” You groan, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Take out yours and apparate us out of here, for the love of Merlin, before I burst an artery.” 

He scratches the back of his head sheepishly. “So…about that.”

You look at him dumbfounded. “Tell me you’re joking.”

“Well, excuuuse me for having a little faith in my friend,” He scoffs. “You wield Ancient Magic, for Merlin’s sake! I assumed I was in safe enough hands to leave it in my dorm.”

“Perfect, so we’re stranded in a random forest without any magic.”

“Look, just relax, we’re probably not far from Hogwarts,” He squints his eyes as he focuses on a particularly ordinary piece of shrubbery. “You know what, yeah,” He tilts his head, contemplative, as if this random bush has given him a grand epiphany. “I know exactly where we are, it’s uh— right this way.”

“Oh, then by all means,” You gesture your hand forward.

He takes a couple over-confident steps north before he stops in his tracks, squints and scratches the back of his head as he examines the path in front of him. He turns on his heels on a ninety-degree angle and resumes his strides. “Okay, just kidding. This way, yes, yes, definitely this way.” 

“You have no idea where we’re going, do you?” 

“Of course I do!” 

—

The two of you make your way through the woods for several, long, grueling hours, cutting through thickets and beaten-down paths. For the first few hours it’s admittedly a little peaceful, the forest floor covered in reds and oranges from the autumn leaves, the setting sun casting a warm glow over the treescape. Soon enough though, the last vestiges of daylight dwindle into darkness, shrouding the forest in twilight. When you realize you seem to be nowhere closer to civilization, you stop in your tracks, defeated.

“This is pointless,” You sigh, rubbing the back of your neck. Your feet ache from stepping over so many overgrown roots and boulders and you’re starting to feel sleep pull at your eyes. “We’re clearly getting nowhere.”

“You’re right,” He relented, letting the rucksack slung over his shoulder sink to the floor. “So what now?”

“I think this is the point where we draw lots to decide who eats who.” You sigh. “It’s our best chance at survival.”

He looks genuinely concerned at your seriousness for a moment before he breaks into a smug smirk. “Oh love, if you wanted a piece of this,” He gives you a little wink. “All you had to do was ask.”

You blink at him. “You’ve cured my appetite. Thank you, Weasley.”

“Anytime.” 

“Let’s just…call it in for the night.” You lay back on the grass, legs aching. You’re so exhausted you’d probably kiss the blast end of a skrewt for a warm bed. “We’ll walk more in the morning.”

“Good idea.” He kneels down beside you, rummaging through his bag and pulling out various materials that he’s managed to fit inside with an expansion charm.

“Let me get this straight,” You squint at the litter cluttering the floor around you. “You bring with you a frying pan,” You dangle the lunky piece of metal in front of his face. “But not your wand.” 

“Uh, yeah?” He scoffs as if it’s obvious. “You never know when you might want a quick snack in the middle of your gallivanting.”

“Great, so I assume you also have some means of starting a fire then? It’s freezing.” 

His response is a silent pause, to which you return with a groan. 

“Has anyone ever told you you’re not really the sharpest tool in the shed?”

“I have no idea what that means,” He looks at you a little puzzled. “But Sallow has told me I’m not the brightest lacewing fly in the jar.” He scratches his chin, contemplating. “Never really understood what he meant by that.” He shrugs to himself and continues sorting through the madness stuffed in his sack. 

“You know, Weasley, you’re so clueless sometimes it’s almost adorable. Like a… big, red Puffskein or something.”

He perks up, looking up at you with a grin stretching ear to ear. “You think I’m adorable?”

“You have selective hearing, huh?”

“Yup,” He pauses for a moment, and you can almost see the little gears turning in his head before he opens his mouth to say something that’s going to give you an even bigger headache. “Okay, so, hypothetically — if aforementioned adorable critter was very tall and very ginger, would you ever shag a Puffsk—”

“Christ, alright, forget I said anything about Puffskeins.” 

He raises his hands in an acquiescing gesture before he’s back to rummaging through his bag. You watch as he pulls out cheeses and breads wrapped in cloth, crackers and little jars of jams. The man packs an entire charcuterie board but doesn’t pack basic survival necessities like matches. He grins proudly when he pulls out his pièce de résistance, or so he calls it, a large bottle of cheap, goblin-made elderberry wine.

“Really splurged on the good stuff, huh?” You mutter, a thick layer of sarcasm slathered on top. You eye the label of the bottle, that has enough alcohol stuffed in it to inebriate a young manticore.

“Duh,” He slices you a piece of sourdough. You’re glad that if you’re attacked by poachers or a wild animal, at least you’ll have a flimsy bread knife to defend yourselves with. “What kind of man would I be if I didn’t properly wine and dine my lady on our date.”

“Date, huh?” You snort. You lean in, tapping a finger to his temple. “Think you might’ve hit your head a little too hard when we apparated, Weasley. Something’s not right in there.”

“Oh, that’s not true,” He turns to look at you, a small smile playing at his lips. He holds two jars of jam in front of you. “That I hit when I fell for you. Quite a nasty tumble.” He gives you a wink and you roll your eyes. “Apricot or blackberry?”

“Apricot.”

He opens the jar and slathers a generous layer on top of your bread. It’s admittedly a little endearing to watch him slicing a piece of cheese for you, nimble fingers focusing on the presentation. He hands you the bread with a little ta-da and you bite back a smile. 

He makes true on his promise to wine and dine you for the better part of the evening, and you admittedly find yourself enjoying his company a little too much. He’s witty and charming, and despite how much you tease him for being an idiot, he’s so blaringly not. He talks in detail about his latest brewing endeavors, and you marvel at how much practical and theoretical knowledge he has about the subject. 

You admire the way his green eyes light up when he speaks about what he’s passionate about. At how they almost seem to glow when he says something that makes you laugh, a proud smile on his face. 

“You look pretty like this,” He murmurs some time after the laughter and conversation died down, moonlight casting a soft glow around your surroundings. It’s cold out considering it’s the middle of October, but there’s a pleasant warmth seeping through you from the wine in your stomach and the feel-good banter. You try not to think about how warm he makes you feel, spreading through your body like hot honey. 

“Like what?”

“All giggles and smiles,” He nudges your shoulder. “Not so serious. You should do it more often.”

You shrug, chancing a side-long glance at him, a small smile tugging at your lips from the sincereness in his voice. “You should make me do it more often.” 

“Believe me,” He grins, lopsided and charming. You’d press your lips to that stupid smile of his, chase the taste of sugary blackberry off his tongue, but you haven’t had nearly enough wine to lower your inhibitions to that point. You just observe him. 

“I would dedicate my life to doing exactly so if you let me.”

—

“Aha! Found it.” Garreth pulls out a thick, rolled-up comforter with twine around the middle from the depths of his rucksack, holding it up proudly. It’s plush, and very red and gold — because of course, even Garreth’s sleeping bag has to be on brand. He lays it out under the cover of a large oak tree, smoothing down the fabric. 

“Alrighty, climb in,” He pats the soft material. “I don’t mind sharing as long as you promise not to murder me in my sleep.”

“I’m fine right here,” You huddle into yourself on the soft patch of grass you’re laying on, knees bunched up to your chest. “Also, no promises.” 

“It’s freezing,” He protests. “You can’t really expect me to let you sleep like that.”

“You don’t have to let me do anything,” You roll your eyes. “I’m sleeping right here.”

“Stop being stubborn and get in the bag.”

“No. I don’t want to get in the bag.”

“Just get in the bag.”

“Oh my god,”

“Get—”

“I’m two seconds away from strangling you.”

“Oho, don’t threaten me with a good time.”

“Weasley.”

“Fine, fine!” He chuckles. “Grouchy. No strangling.”

He settles down for all but five seconds before he opens his mouth again. “Unless it’s erotic strangling, then by all mea—”

“For the love of—”

“Alright, alright! Shutting up now.” 

—

You try to keep the sound of your teeth-chattering to a minimum, determined to not give him the satisfaction of knowing he’s right, but you last all of twenty minutes before all of your resolve is withering away. 

You peer over at Garreth, his eyes closed, sound asleep. He looks so infuriatingly soft and inviting, and you hate yourself for thinking that his arms would feel heavenly wrapped around you right now, your body pressed to his, leeching off his warmth. 

Screw it.

You stand up from your spot, muttering curses to yourself under your breath as you make your way towards him. The second he hears you move, he lifts an arm to open up a space for you, as if expecting it. He doesn’t make a comment, doesn’t even open his eyes, but you can feel his self-satisfied smirk as you slide into the sleeping bag with him, your back pressed to his chest. 

And fuck him, if he doesn’t have a right to be self-satisfied. 

Because he truly does feel heavenly. He somehow manages to be cushiony and firm all at the same time. You can feel the rigid contours of his muscles pressed against your frame, taut yet velvety soft. You chalk up the heat you feel on your cheeks to the fact that his skin is warm like a furnace, devastatingly comforting. When you press back against him, your body wriggling against his like you’re draping yourself over a sun-bathed rock, he takes it as an open invitation to slide his hands over your sides, arms wrapping around you. 

“For fuck’s sake, I’m not your teddy bear—” You grumble but he hushes you.

“I know, Mr. Snuffles is a lot nicer.” He murmurs, cheek pressed against your shoulder. “But, you make do with what you’ve got in the rugged wilderness, I suppose.” 

You snort, the image of Garreth actually cuddling with a teddy bear coming into mind. You try not to linger on the fact that’s probably what it’d look like he’s doing at the moment to an outsider’s eyes, his body significantly dwarfing yours. 

“Mr. Snuffles? Really?”

“Hey! I named him when I was eight.” He retorts. “Mmhm, you do smell a lot nicer than him, though.”

“I smell like sweat and dirt.” 

“Yeah, but it’s you, so it’s like a…pleasant sweat and dirt.”

“You’re a very strange individual.”

“I love it when you sweet-talk me.”

You shift against him, letting yourself sink against his body because he feels just too good wrapped around you for you to protest. “Will you take your wand out of your pocket? It’s poking me.”

“I don’t have my wand. That’s something else.”

“Oh God—”

“I’m teasing!” He chuckles. “It’s my deluminator.” He slips the strange contraption from his pocket and flicks it open, a soft glow emitting from the tip. He tucks it away and wraps himself back around you. 

“Come on, do you think me some kind of pervert? I’ve been picturing Leander in a bathing suit the moment you came in.”

You snort. “Oh, so that’s why you have an erection,” You tease. “And here I was thinking you were just happy to see me.”

“Hilarious.” 

He shifts you against him, rearranging you how he pleases in the tight space of the sleeping bag so your face is pressed against his chest. He tucks a leg between yours, entangling your limbs as if he’d find any ounce of personal space an offense. He sighs contentedly at the feeling of your warm breath against his skin, squeezing you even tighter. 

“Do you have to manhandle me like this?” You grumble, though make no efforts to move out of position. It is admittedly a little nice to be his plush toy for a night, to feel his strong arms wrapped around you, his chin resting on top of your head. Okay, screw it, it’s actually insanely nice.

“Be less easy to manhandle then.” 

—

“Are they dead?”

“Dunno, —uh, try poking one?”

You wake up with a startled gasp, sitting up and finding two third-years hovering over you in Quidditch uniforms, brooms in hand, and a mixture of curiosity and concern shrouding their expressions.

They both look startled when you wake, jumping back. 

Garreth groans beside you as you shift, wrapping his arms around your waist and sleepily murmuring “Five more minutes,” with his face pressed against your stomach.

“Are you alright, miss?”

“Uh, fine,” You stammer. “How…how are you here?” 

“What do you mean?”

“How’d you get here?”

They both look at you confused. “You realize Hogwarts is just about a hundred meters that way, right?” One of the boys asks, perplexed. He nods his head towards the direction they likely came from. “We just came here to retrieve a stray Quaffle.” 

“Oh, uh…yes.” Your cheeks burn with embarrassment. “Yes, I knew that.”

The boys just shrug before they hop back on their brooms, snickering to themselves as they make their way back to the Quidditch field.

Garreth hasn’t stirred a muscle during the entire interaction, blissfully asleep beside you. You sigh when he sleepily pulls you back down and into his arms, tucking you against his chest.

You decide to give him his five more minutes.

#garreth weasley #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy garreth #garreth weasley x reader #garreth weasley x mc #fluff #weasley wednesday #even though it's saturday #inspiration hit and i didn't want to wait until next week to post LOL

[raeynbowboi]

Mystery Inc as a DnD Party

I figured as long as we're still in the vicinity of spooky season, I'd build everyone's favorite gang of teenage mystery solvers as a collective unit. Pulling from their group dynamic to come up with a party roster that will give everyone in the party a designated role.

FRED JONES

PALADIN || OATH OF THE CROWN

INVESTIGATOR BACKGROUND

Skills: Athletics, Insight, Investigation, Persuasion

Freddie is the dimwitted but lovable himbo leader of the team. He's also the muscle, except in moments of athletic skill, when he's outshined by Daphne. His backstory isn't always consistent, but he's usually a jock of some sort. He's not usually all that book smart, but he has a good heart, and inspires his team to success. Paladins who swear an Oath to the Crown hold law and justice above all else, and Fred usually enjoys catching the bad guys and seeing justice served.

DAPHNE BLAKE

BARD || COLLEGE OF LORE

NOBLE BACKGROUND

Skills: Athletics, Acrobatics, Deception, Insight, Investigation, Persuasion, Sleight of Hand, Performance

As surprising a choice as this might seem, Bard is actually a very appropriate choice for Daphne. Modern Daphne is the most supportive and emotionally intelligent member of the group. From What’s New Scooby-Doo? to Be Cool, Scooby-Doo, Daphne has become the emotional powerhouse of the group. Sensing when her friends are off their game, and offering sage advice to her friends when they need it. She’s also become a very creative girl, skilled in singing, dancing, fashion, design, and more. She’s grown to be the group’s resident skill monkey, almost on par with Velma’s uncanny encyclopedic knowledge on all brainy subjects. If a lock needs picking or the gang needs to get out of a trap, you can count on Daphne to have a nail file, bobby pin, or something else on her person to save the day. She's typically also the face of the group when it's not Fred, meaning she's going to want high Dexterity and Charisma. I chose Lore because Daphne is a reporter in Scooby-Doo on Zombie Island and this is the only real career she's ever had. A lore bard is basically a more magical reporter, and singing the tale of her group's mysterious endeavors.

VELMA DINKLEY

ARTIFICER || ARTILLERIST

SAGE BACKGROUND

Skills: Arcana, History, Investigation, Nature

Velma was the most debatable one for me, as she could be a wizard or an artificer. And I was really leaning toward Wizard, but I had to stay true to Velma's character. She's been a tinkerer and a gadgeteer for a long time now. Velma is absolutely fascinated by robotics. But while Velma in our world can handwave superstitious nonsense, in a world with gods, demons, and real ghosts, I could absolutely see Velma using her knowledge to become a powerful wizard. I even considered the Knowledge Domain Cleric because it's basically designed to be a magical detective, and if Velma was going to worship a deity, it'd be a god of knowledge and reading. Ultimately, I did choose Artificer as it was more in-line with her base character as a skeptic and a scientist, but she would work as a Wizard. Plus, as is, Daphne is the only full-caster in the party.

NORVILLE "SHAGGY" ROGERS

RANGER || CONCLAVE OF THE BEAST MASTER

GUILD ARTISAN BACKGROUND || COOKS & BAKERS

Skills: Animal Handling, Investigation, Stealth, Survival

No surprises here, Shaggy and Scooby are a bonded pair, and the two were going to be joined to each other one way or another. Scooby is technically a Beast of the Land, and there's no Great Dane stat block, so call him a Mastiff if you need to. You can't really build Scooby by himself per se. There's no dog race unless you go Custom Lineage or something, and even then, I'd struggle to assign Scooby a class as he's mostly an animal sidekick. Make sure Shaggy picks up Cooks Untensils and proficiency with them so he can become the party's designated camp chef.

Ultimately, I'm happy with how the team turned out. Fred's the tanky and bulky frontliner, Velma can use her robotics to help solve mysteries, Daphne is the face on top of having so many skills, and Shaggy works with Scooby. Inadvertently, they're also all classes with access to healing spells. So, while I suspect Daphne being the sole full caster will probably assume primary role of group healer, everyone is capable of healing each other up. Making this a great group of supportive friends taking care of each other.

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Giganterra (Chapter 3)

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------ Chapter 3: The Threads of Fate ------

Candy Caramello went to town to sell vegetables. Her mother was usually responsible for this task, but she was hungover, so she sent Candy to go, once she was finished milking the cows. Candy didn’t mind, though, as she liked to get away from her tedious routine of drudgery on the farm to enjoy the sights of the city. 

In particular, she liked to admire all the cute boys. Candy was a hopeless romantic, and she dreamed about meeting a handsome man, getting married, and escaping her boring rural life. Maybe a knight in shining armor who could sweep her off her feet and gallop off into the sunset with her, riding a mighty steed with a flowing mane and tail. Candy was a sweet girl, with blue eyes, long blonde hair, and big breasts, and she loved to flirt with all the men, but she was also a poor peasant girl of lowly station. She rarely got to meet any eligible men, isolated as she was in the rural countryside, so she wasn’t anticipating any serious marriage offers anytime soon. She was also exceedingly dimwitted and clumsy, traits that made her undesirable to the families of available suitors. 

Her vegetables sold faster than she expected, so by midday most of her stock was gone. As she collected her things and her pouch full of coins from the sales, she felt the ground beneath her feet shake like an earthquake, accompanied by shouts and screams. She looked up to see what was causing the commotion, only to behold three colossal silhouettes on the horizon, flanked by the sun and stretching hundreds of feet into the sky. Her breath hitched in her throat at the monstrous sight. She couldn’t see their faces, only the sun on their backs, glinting off their weapons and chainmail. As their immense shadows engulfed the buildings around her, Candy was overcome with terror and fled like a mouse into the nearest entryway to hide, a tent that was set up in the market square near her stall. 

Her heart pounded hard as she trembled in the darkness of the tent. Candy had, of course, heard the ghastly stories. Giant soldiers striding over the land, stomping on houses, destroying farmland, snatching up people with impunity. She was spooked by the tales, but had never encountered a giant herself up close, for real. She had only seen them from a distance and felt the tremors in the earth of their footsteps. She huddled in her indoor hiding place, too afraid to peek out as the rumbling steps waxed larger and closer. 

“Come sit with me, child,” the voice of an ancient woman croaked from deeper within the dimly lit tent. Candy turned to face a hunched figure dressed in a midnight blue cloak embroidered with silver stars. She hesitantly walked over and sat down across the table from the old woman. There was a sizable spherical object on the table, concealed by a cloth. Upon closer inspection, she could just make out the woman’s face under the hood of her cloak, layered with heavy wrinkles. Her eyes were misty with cataracts, to the point where Candy wondered if she was blind. 

Candy shivered as the giant feet clomped past, rattling the entire space. A few candles toppled off a nearby shelf. “No need to fear, child,” the old woman assured her. “The giants are not here to cause harm.” She tilted her head slightly, her cloudy eyes staring directly at Candy yet seeming to pierce straight through her. “I believe fortune has brought you here to me today.” 

“Fortune?” Candy repeated, still flustered by the vibrations. 

“Yes, fortune. I’m a fortune teller, darling. For a few measly coins, I will read your fortune. Usually I charge a higher price, but I sense you are special.” 

“Wow, me? Special? But I’m just a peasant girl.” With her simple mind, Candy couldn’t possibly comprehend that she was being flattered for money. “O-okay.” She fished out a few coins from her pouch and gave them to the fortune teller, who greedily snapped them up with gleaming eyes. 

“Excellent! Let’s begin!” the old woman proclaimed, tossing off the cloth on the table. Candy was amazed to behold a magical crystal ball, glowing brightly with flickering stars in the darkness. Swirls of pale fog glittering with an otherworldly light revolved below the slick glass surface among the sparkles. The fortune teller hovered her gnarled hands over the glass and muttered an indistinguishable incantation. Candy watched with wonder as the tendrils of fog swam faster and the stars luminesced even brighter, until they coalesced into a solid image. The fortune teller’s cataracts reflected the image in her eyes, along with the swirling magic dust. 

“W-what is this?” Candy gasped with astonishment. She saw herself in the glass, yet she was different. She wore strange, foreign clothes, that seemed too short and skimpy for her voluptuous figure. She was running back and forth and pressing huge buttons on some gigantic device. Candy didn’t understand the image. 

“This is you,” the woman explained, “but from a different reality.”  

“A different reality?” Candy parroted back, bewildered. 

“Yes. You see, the threads of fate pass through us all, like beads on a necklace, connecting us to different, inaccessible versions of ourselves from other realities. We are inextricably tied to our other selves, fated to follow similar paths.” She waved her hand over the crystal ball, and the image changed. Candy was stunned to see her alternate self sitting in a giant hand. A handsome giant face came into view, dwarfing her entire being. 

“Oh no, a giant!” Candy cried. She was shocked to see the giant give her a tender kiss, and her other self blushing. “Wait… no…” 

“This is the man you’re fated to fall in love with,” the fortune teller said matter-of-factly. 

“What?! No! That can’t be possible. A giant?” Candy exclaimed incredulously. 

“Yes. A giant,” the woman confirmed. “In multiple realities, as you can see.” She tapped her fingers on the translucent crystal, and the image morphed again, into a more familiar version of Candy, yet still slightly off. She was climbing a vine or something high into the sky. The same comely giant man appeared again, but in a different outfit. He held the other Candy, kissed her, and placed her on his chest.  

“This can’t be real,” Candy uttered flatly. She was dumbfounded. There was no way she could ever even meet a giant, much less fall in love with one, as dashing as the man in the crystal appeared. Her heart sank as she felt her hopes slipping away from her. It was simply impossible. She would never find her dream man. She’d probably end up an old maid, or be married off by her parents for higher social status to some distant stranger who didn’t care about her, and only wanted her for her looks or body. She felt like crying. 

The image shifted again, and Candy saw a different giant in the crystal. He was an older man, perhaps in his 50s, with silvery hair and pale blue eyes. He would be handsome, if not for the lascivious leer on his features that made Candy’s skin crawl. He, too, was holding her alternate self in his hands, but the other Candy looked panicked this time. She was desperately trying to escape as the giant toyed with her in his fingers, licking his lips with avaricious anticipation. Candy was repulsed and a little alarmed by the disturbing scene playing out before her. 

“This giant... if you find him, you must avoid him at all costs,” the fortune teller said. “Although, you may be unable to escape your destiny either way. I can only wish you luck in your endeavors.” Candy nodded as she fixated on the lecherous old man behind the glass, tormenting the tiny human—the other Candy—in his beastly hands. Her stomach did a flip as he pinched her between his fingers and gave her a sloppy, sensual lick, slobbering all over her with his fat tongue. 

“I’ll... keep that in mind,” she mumbled, averting her eyes from the odious sight. The window into other worlds faded until the ethereal light was extinguished. The fortune teller replaced the cloth over the crystal ball and thanked Candy for coming in. Candy left, covering her eyes as the natural sunlight momentarily blinded her after being in the dim tent. She trudged out of the human city back towards her home, deep in thought. 

She could hardly believe her own eyes, with what she had seen. None of it seemed like it could be real, or even possible. And if it was, how was she supposed to meet the man she was fated to be with, her true love? She didn’t know any giants, and she wasn’t planning on introducing herself to one anytime soon. The whole concept was ludicrous. She dismissed it from her mind as melancholy seeped into her core. She would never find love. 

While Candy was following the dirt path back home to the farm, Leon, Martin, and Joey were leaving the castle and treading back to the border between the kingdoms. Joey was simmering with anger, struggling to hold back his true feelings. Finally, when they reached the outskirts of the city and he knew there were fewer ears to overhear his speech, he couldn’t contain himself any longer. 

“THIS is why we came? To—to enslave humans for the king?” he spat. “What we’re doing—it’s horribly repulsive and unethical! How are you two complicit in this? I respected and looked up to you! This is unforgivable!” Leon wilted as he absorbed Joey’s scathing criticisms. 

“Joey, keep your voice down,” Sir Maneater rebuked sharply. “It’s not as simple as it seems.” Leon averted his eyes to the side and scrutinized the scenery, unable to look either man in the face with his unbearable burden of shame. 

“Well, how then? Please, explain so that I can understand,” Joey said in a more subdued tone. He listened attentively to his mentor. 

“We are servants to the king, enacting his will, whether we agree with it or not. As a knight, I have taken an oath to serve,” Martin explained. “And when you become a knight, Joey, you shall do the same.” 

“If this is what it means to be a knight, then I quit,” Joey proclaimed. 

“Please, Joey, I’m not finished.” The knight shook his head. “If not us, then somebody else would do his bidding, and nothing would change. In exchange for our loyalty, we have influence at court. Leon, as an advisor, has access to the king’s ear, an unparalleled privilege. Even if the king does not listen to everything he says, he will at least consider his advice and temper his decisions accordingly. Why do you think he hasn’t outright conquered Minimaterra, and still allows the humans limited autonomy?” 

“It’s the best I can do,” Leon mumbled sadly. 

“As for me, I provide fencing lessons to Crown Prince Ronny. Do you not see the value in such a position, to be able to shape the future ruler of the kingdom? If we rejected the commands of the king, not only would we lose our influence, but also our heads. King Richard is not known for his clemency.” 

As Martin expounded to Joey his reasoning, he became so engrossed in the conversation that he neglected to watch where he was stepping. As fate would have it, the giants were heading straight for Candy, easily overtaking her comparatively miniscule strides. Candy, deep in her own cognitive machinations, noticed too late the seismic rumbles of the earth beneath her feet and the booming voices. She looked back to see several pairs of gigantic boots rapidly stomping towards her, threatening to crush her. The giants, with their unfathomably long strides, crossed huge swathes of land in seconds. 

Candy, in a panic, turned to run and ended up tripping on a pebble that caught her toe. Her pouch spilled open, scattering her valuable coins all over the dirt. Her moment of indecision, on whether to scoop up the coins or get back to her feet and sprint, cost her valuable time. The giants progressed to her position much faster than she foresaw. A vast boot slammed down inches from her, knocking her down in a cloud of dust, and an involuntary piercing shriek escaped her lips. The giant stopped. 

Candy froze out of instinct, terror rocketing through her nerves. She could sense the presence of the gigantic men looming over her as their forms blocked out the sun, draping her in shadow. Time stopped as her heart hammered in her chest. The silence felt as if it stretched into eternity with the tension. The dust settled around her, and she held in a cough. She couldn’t see them with her face turned down, but she could feel the weight of their eyes pressing her into the dirt like solid lead, to the point where her lungs wouldn’t function under the heavy burden. 

“Oh, sorry, little human. I didn’t see you there. Are you alright?” a bass voice reverberated through the air from far above. Candy was too petrified to answer, or even move. She stayed facedown in the middle of the pathway. 

When she didn’t respond, Sir Maneater, the giant who had nearly trampled her, grew concerned. “Oh no, I didn’t hurt the poor thing, did I?” he verbalized as he crouched down over her. Candy heard his enormous boots shuffling in the earth around her and felt the pressure of the air shifting as he lowered himself closer to her level. She didn’t dare turn her head to glance up, or even breathe, stubbornly keeping her face hidden. 

To her horror, a set of fingers thicker than tree trunks wrapped around her and lifted her up from the ground. She desperately wanted to scream, but she was paralyzed as she watched the ground plummet away before her eyes, too far for her to jump. She was trapped in this huge man’s hand, helpless to do anything if he desired to harm her. Yet, she couldn’t help but notice how gentle his touch was, how careful he was trying to be with the fragile being in his grasp. With a single finger on his free hand, he carefully rolled Candy into his palm, so she was lying on her back. She could feel the rough ridges of his skin on hers, and the mounds of callouses on her back, as his fingers towered above her, each one taller and thicker than her entire being. Her heart was racing so fast, she felt ill. 

“Hey there, are you okay?” he asked again, softly. He brought his head down close to examine her. Candy experienced a jolt through her body as she stared wide-eyed up at his massive face. She recognized him. He was the very same giant whom she had seen in the crystal ball, in various forms. The features were unmistakable: the sculpted jawline, peppered over with stubble; the dark, thick eyebrows; the large, masculine nose; the short, dark hair sweeping across his forehead; the stormy gray eyes. Yet, to see those characteristics brought to life, blown up to an impossible size, so striking and so close, was… breathtaking. Mesmerizing. Candy was overwhelmed, almost wondering if she was dreaming, yet the physical sensations of his all-encompassing warmth, the gentleness of his touch, the soft cushion of his palm supporting her miniscule body, the feeling of his breath washing over her, was all too real. 

His brow furrowed slightly when she still didn’t answer, and just gaped up at him in stupefied awe. He touched her in the side with his finger, as gently as possible, in an attempt to get some sort of reaction out of her. He was relieved to see she was breathing, and he could feel her tiny heart thrumming against the pad of his finger. She seemed to be unharmed, just afraid—an understandable response. He let out a sigh of relief that he didn’t accidentally crush her under his boot.  

As his exhalation tousled her hair, he saw her face turn red as a cherry with a hot blush. He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, as he suddenly became self-conscious about just how close he was to her. Yet, he couldn’t seem to pull himself away, as his eyes drank in all the fascinating little details of her form that he wouldn’t otherwise be able to see. She was like a tiny doll, with her lustrous golden hair, her cornflower blue eyes, and her perfect little figure, including a buxom chest. However, unlike a doll, she was vibrant and full of life. Her little limbs tickled his palm with every subtle shift, her eyes sparkled like sapphires, and her vitals pulsed against his skin. He was himself awestruck as he felt pink creep across his own cheeks, mirroring her blush. 

“Sir Maneater, is the human alright?” Joey asked, snapping him out of his reverie. 

“Y-yes, I believe so,” the knight answered, not tearing his eyes away from her. Candy managed a small nod to indicate she wasn’t hurt. Reluctantly, Martin forced himself to lower his hand to the ground, so she could go back to her natural habitat. She slid down his fingers, returning her feet to solid ground, and looked up at him, keeping her hands on the tip of his finger, as if begging for him not to go. He lingered before slowly retracting his hand and standing up to his full height.  

Though only a moment passed, the two felt as if they were frozen in time, gazing at each other. Their hearts had connected, stitched together by a golden thread of fate. As Leon and Joey turned to leave, Martin did as well, glancing back at the tiny woman who stood in place and continued to gape up at him, spellbound. He kept looking over his shoulder even as she morphed into nothing more than a speck on the horizon, then disappeared from view. 

Chapter 4

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LINK: If the world was perfect(you would have never invaded my space)

summary: Damian is absolutely done with Jon's shit. Jon...didn't get the memo.

But hey, what says friendship and love more than a punch in the face?

Damian didn’t ask for this, and was currently unsure of why he’d gotten such a punishment. Did he anger some deity? It definitely wasn’t karma, surely he would have remembered doing something so horrible that would warrant being in the attention of Jon Kent.

He was everywhere . And intent on bothering him. 

Damian prided himself on his clean record, the A’s that were always neatly lined up in his transcripts, nothing out of the ordinary. He hadn’t had a major offense…well, not anything that he hadn’t slipped his way out of. 

That might change soon, however, because it seemed Jon Kent was just itching to get a punch in the face, and Damian would be sure he was the one who delivered it.

Two weeks into tutoring the bane of existence and being constantly probed for his attention was becoming tiresome. Jon demanded his attention and it was exhausting to outsmart this dimwitted oaf on top of his studies on the daily.

Going into the lunchroom, his friends were subjected to yet another lengthy rant about how the teen, this one including some rather colorful insults in Arabic. They took their food out to the courtyard, Damian not stopping once for a breath. 

A shadow loomed over the three of them, Maya poking Damian in the shoulder to shut him up, and Colin standing slowly from his spot next to him. 

“Wayne.” 

Damian squeezed his eyes shut, cursing everything he could possibly think of, before opening them and looking up from where he was sitting.

“Kent.” He gritted out.

“You sound so happy to see me, Angel.” Jon cooed.

“Is there any distinct reason you’ve come to disrupt our lunch, or was it simply to make my day as horrid as you possibly can?”

“Sorry, Teach, just thought you would have wanted a hello from your favorite student.”

Damian could feel his eye twitching and his friends moving away from the scene. Maya nudged Colin to go find a referee for whatever was about to go down and stood, pulling up Damian with her.

“Kent, do you not have anything better to do with your life? Your studies, perhaps? Other idiots, such as yourself?” The shorter boy huffed, crossing his arms and glaring up at Jon.

Said boy was bent slightly at the waist, hands on his hips so he could be level with the angry green eyes. 

“They’re not as nearly as fun to play with then you are, Wayne.”

His face flushed in red-hot anger, teeth gritting in obvious frustration. “You have no shame , do you? I don’t pretend to understand what about this is appealing to you, but mark my words, there’s going to be a time where that smartass mouth is going to say something to the wrong person at the worst time and make you regret it.”

A dangerous smirk appeared on Jon’s lips, a tell tale sign of something that would provoke the shorter boy to all hell. Before he could say anything, Damian chuckled lowly, leaning forward till their noses were nearly touching.

 “I hope that person is me and that day is soon.“

Jon scoffed. “What’re you gonna do about it, pretty boy? Hit me?”

The resounding sound of a punch to his face echoed in the courtyard, Maya rushing to hold Damian back as Jon held his nose, cursing up a storm.

Damian grinned at him, sticking out a leg from where he was scrabbling in Maya’s hold and sweeping him off his feet.

“Damian!” Maya scolded, as if she were chastening her little brother instead of a friend who’d just punched the school delinquent.

Colin came running, Skylar, another friend, behind him. A teacher was eyeing the scene now, unmoving. The red haired boy snorted at the scene, clapping Damian on the shoulder.

They all tensed as Jon stood, lunging for Damian again, who wrenched out of Maya’s grasp and sent another hit to his face. The whistle from the teacher who was watching them sounded out, not stopping the now brawling boys, other kids during lunch circling around them.

“Break it up!” the teacher hollered, muscling their way through the crowd. Skylar and Maya yanked Damian off Jon, Colin making a path for them. 

“Wayne, Kent, the office, now .” Jon wobbled, bruised and bloody, with not even his pride left standing. 

The other boy, however, had a grim but smug look to his face, a few scratches, and bleeding cuts along his knuckles. He could hear Damian’s friends clambering over him, and what they said intrigued him.

”Dames, dude, that was badass!” the boy cheered.

”Thank you, Wikes.” Damian sounded pleased, but was quickly smacked on the back of the head by the girl with an iron grip around his arm.

”Colin, don’t encourage him. Damian, you’re a fucking dumbass, what the hell were you thinking?”  

”You promised you were done with fights, you’ll be in so much trouble!” Another girl with short mousy hair and a braid through her hair followed behind the boy, Colin apperantly. ”I can’t hold up student council or Art Club by myself if you get grounded!” 

”I’ll be fine. I’m not stupid, mind you, I did think about this beforehand.”  

”For like five seconds, maybe.” the girl holding onto him muttered, stopping as they were at the office's door. Jon lingered behind, pretending to at least look like he wasn’t eavesdropping.

 The girl with the braid patted Damian’s shoulder and whispered, ”Good luck!” , following after as Colin and the other girl pushed past the taller boy, giving him dirty looks on their way. Jon shot similar looks back, rolling his eyes and going through the office door.

Kon was waiting with an annoyed look that quickly turned concerned and mildly amused. There was another man there, somehow familiar in a way Jon knew he should have remembered. He had black hair and blue eyes, and a disappointed face that nearly made him feel bad for Damian.

The principal was there, sitting at his desk with a tired expression on his face. He saw both boys and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Mr. Grayson-Wayne, Mr. Kent, thank you for coming in your parents absence. Jonathan, Damian, sit.” 

They did so, Damian being prodded by who Jon assumed was his older brother. The smaller boy scowled and swatted back, sitting.

“Now, I've had various witness recounts. The teacher who saw it says that Jonathan  lunged first, but was already injured. Now, the second time could have just been self defense, and was provoked, clearly. This is a first for you, Damian, and I would have expected this from Jonathan, not from you.” 

“With all due respect sir,” he said suddenly. “I was provoked, and I am not kidding when I say that Ke- Jonathan asked for it.”

“How so?”

“I’ve been bothered by him for weeks now, and when I offered some very wise life advice and asked him to please let my friends and I eat in peace, he asked me, and I quote, ‘What are you going to do about it? Hit me?’ So I did.”

Kon snorted, Jon turning to give his brother a very dirty look. He covered his mouth, trying to muffle the noise and failing miserably.

The principal looked fairly amused himself, Damian’s smug look going from grim to mildly pleased. 

His brother slapped him upside the head lightly, and Jon quietly applauded him for knocking the look off the shorter boy.

“Well, this is your first offense, and since Jonathan seems to have suffered the brunt of it, I suspect that a dire punishment is mostly unneeded. Two weeks of weekend detention, and your study sessions are to be upheld. Your brothers are to take the both of you home.”

The principal sighed as they left, muttering under his breath. ”Waynes and Kents, Wayne and West, Wayne and Harper. Why do they all insist on coming to my school?” 

“So, a Wayne kicked your ass.” Kon grinned at him. “How’d that feel?”

It was kind of hot . Jon choked on his spit as the thought barreled forcefully into the front of his head. “What the fuck ?” 

“Knew it.” Kon snickered, dodging the hit sent his way. 

“I would have thought you’d had enough punches today.” Damian called out as they went past, ducking away from his older brother’s hand. 

“Damian!” He scolded, sounding like Maya had a few hours ago. “Apologize.”

The boy scowled and crossed his arms, spitting out an “I apologize” as if it cost him physical pain.

“Sorry, Kon.” the older man holding onto Damian sighed. “I should have known it would have come to something like this.”

“The little shit asked for it.” Jon’s brother ruffled his hair, much to his annoyance. “I’ll see you this weekend, I think? Tell Wally I say hello.”

“Will do! See you, Kon.” Both men dragged their little brothers out of the office, going separate ways.

Damian avoided his brother’s gaze in the mirror, choosing to hide in the back and look out the window.

“I really thought we’d gotten over this, sweetheart.”

He hated that voice. It was a disappointed dad voice perfected over the years of rowdy siblings, leaving him as the youngest with the flawless model. It made him feel like he’d gone out to kick puppies for fun. And what was worse, was how soft and sad it sounded, like he was comforting him but wrecked at the same time.

“I know,” he whispered. 

The drive home was silent, and with his siblings at work or in class, so was their large house. It wasn’t quite a mansion yet, but with their ever-growing family and account balance, it would be soon. 

He trudged after his brother as he was led to the restroom, wincing as antiseptic was dabbed on the cuts.

“You promised all of us. You promised me that it was going to be the last time. What really happened, baby bat?” 

Damian shielded his eyes from the look on his face, knowing that if he saw it he would cave.

“He was just annoying. There’s something about him, it’s aggravating. He deserved the punch in the face.”

Dick sighed, wrapping the bandages around his hand. “You’re not going back to this are you? You can’t afford this, Damian, you know that this is your last chance. I don’t think this will go on your record, and you got damn lucky for that.”

The younger swallowed the lump in his throat. This was not a crying matter, but the immense shame and worry with all the bubbling emotions caused his throat to close up. He rarely cried, most of the times he had were as a child. The last time he’d cried was the last time he was in a fight, the life he’d left behind.

He had worked too hard to be where he was now, and that was something he wouldn’t waste. 

As loath as he was to admit it, he needed to start getting along with Jonathan Kent, and what was a better place to start then detention?

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au time!!!

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A whole new multiverse threat appears and the spider society, mainly Miguel, are researching it while fighting it in different dimensions. It takes on the form of a demon with horns and bat wings but can also shape themselves into other figures, only looking like a black, slimy, and charred version of it. This anomaly was created from a multiverse inside of a universe: fairytale universes combined into one unique dimension.

It gets a chance to break into the spider society main hq, and miles, gwen, hobie, pavitr, margo, miguel, jess, peter, and XINA attempt to fight it, only for it to send them to its dimension. They get sent to different fairytales and have to either find a special embedded key to leave the story and return back, or live out the end until happily ever after… as it seems to be.

There’s three deities that live in this realm: one made of the essence of nature, with vines encapsulating its form. Another made of the water of the world, its waves washing over its frame. The final one is made of the essence of sunlight, mainly showing the sunset in its pink shades. Their story was destroyed by the demon, and they try to help these spider people to not only restore peace, but possibly relive their tale as well. They resemble the three good fairies from Sleeping Beauty.

what fairytales do you think each would be sent to? As of now, I only have Miguel in Snow White, Gwen in Cinderella, and Xina in Sleeping Beauty. I need help with the other ones so pls send some ideas!!!

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Top 10 Portrayals of Smee

A while back, I did a list of my favorite portrayals of Captain Hook, the villain of J.M. Barrie’s classic story “Peter Pan.” I also, more recently, made a list of my favorite versions of the titular hero of the tale. Now, I want to shine some light on one of the more prominent side figures of the tale: Captain Hook’s right-hand man (or, depending on interpretation, perhaps his left-hand man), the pirate simply known as Smee. Mr. Smee is, arguably, one of the first great “henchmen” figures in English literature. Many great villains have accomplices and associates who aid them in their journeys, but the idea of a side character who works particularly close to the main villain, gives them someone to work through as an outlet of sorts, and often provides some comedic levity to scenes with their presence? As far as I can determine, this was a relatively new phenomenon in literature when “Peter Pan” was created. Smee is the original bumbling goon: he is loyal to Hook (at least for the most part), and he can be just as nasty as the other pirates when he chooses to be, but he’s generally considered something of a dimwitted softy, both in and out of universe. He’s the primary source of comic relief in the story, and lends a human, humorous edge to Hook and his pirates who, at least in the book, are a rather deplorable bunch. As a result, he’s one of the most recognizable and frequently focused-upon characters in many adaptations, yet he’s also one that seems somewhat unsung: only a select few versions of Smee have really “made it big” and become characters everyone recognizes or knows an actor for playing. I think it’s time to change that, and give the many loyal followers of the nefarious Captain Hook their rightful dues. After all the times they’ve had to rescue him from the Crocodile, they deserve it! So, without further ado, here are My Top 10 Portrayals of Smee!

10. Christopher Gauthier, from Once Upon a Time.

9. Tony Sympson, from the 1976 TV Musical.

8. Jim Gaffigan, from Peter Pan & Wendy.

7. Ed Gilbert, from Peter Pan and the Pirates.

6. The Version from Peter and the Starcatchers. (No illustration available. Again, I’m referring to the books, not the stage play based on the first story.)

5. Michael Nostrand, from the Styne-Charlap Musical. (The most famous stage musical version of the story. Much like Paul Schoeffler as Hook and Cathy Rigby as Peter, Nostrand has been playing this part off and on for decades now.)

4. Richard Briers, from the 2003 Film.

3. Joe E. Marks, from the 1950 Musical AND the Styne-Charlap Musical. (Marks first played the role opposite Boris Karloff as Hook in a 1950 musical treatment. He reprised the role in the completely different Styne-Charlap musical and originated the part there, opposite Cyril Ritchard as Hook.)

2. The Disney Version. (Originally voiced by Bill Thompson.)

1. Bob Hoskins, from Hook AND SyFy’s Neverland. (Especially the former.)

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[dreamy625]

Overture and beginners - chapter 2

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Words: 2212

Content: There’s casual drinking and smoking in this chapter, and some smooching

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For such a casual arrangement, Katie found that a quite unreasonable level of anticipation crept up on her over the intervening week. She flaked on another date with Gary and then, after ten minutes of introspection, called him back to end things altogether. With the vision, however uncertain, of a particular sweet shy smile perpetually hovering in front of her, Gary had just… faded into the background. Oh he was nice enough, and she’d liked that he had a respectable, clean job - chilled goods manager at the new supermarket - and a car, but it turned out, not much else. He wasn’t the most exciting bloke in the world, and the only thing he seemed to be really passionate about was Sheffield United. She let him down gently, blaming their incompatible work schedules rather than the fact that he was boring, and he accepted it with predictable stoicism. 

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Steve’s head had swivelled like an owl every time the door swung open and finally, at twenty past six, he was rewarded with the sight of Katie walking into the pub and looking around searchingly. He jumped up, almost knocking the bar stool over, and then, checking himself, strolled oh so casually over to where she was standing. 

“You came! I mean, hi.”

“Well, sure. I hear this is where all the cool kids hang out on a Friday night,” she quipped. 

“Oh definitely,” agreed Steve, eying the motley collection of steel workers and engineers, some still wearing their overalls, that made up the majority of the patrons. “Have you just got off work?”

“Err, yeah, busy day,” (in fact she had put the cover on her typewriter nearly an hour ago and had spent the intervening time in the ladies’ loo refreshing her makeup, fussing with her hair, and trying to get the ink stain off the cuff of her blouse). 

“Can I get you a drink?”

“That would be lovely.”

While Steve went to the bar, Katie scoped out a small table in a corner made less gloomy than most of the pub by the last of the evening light coming in through a frosted window. When Steve sat down with a vodka and orange for Katie and a pint of beer for himself there was a brief awkward silence when it dawned on both of them that this was now undeniably a date. 

“So, you’re not with your mates today then?”

“Oh they’re around here somewhere. Last I saw they were in the back bar reenacting William Tell and the apple but with darts and a pickled egg! I couldn’t watch.”

He mimed an unfortunate apprentice turning cross-eyed as a poorly-aimed dart approached his forehead and Katie’s laughter, and Steve’s bashful delight at having made her laugh, seemed to break the ice. After that, starting with their common ground of Wisewood Comprehensive, they shared reminiscences about Mr Taylor’s wig, the time 3B set fire to the chemistry lab, and whether the boiler room was actually haunted, before moving on to families, with Steve telling stories of escapades with his two younger brothers, and then grumbling about their shared workplace, each striving to top the other’s tales of dimwitted colleagues and virtually inedible canteen food. Steve’s shyness evaporated once he got engrossed in the conversation, and he was funny, and observant, with a talent for mimicking voices and mannerisms. Katie tried, however pretty his eyes were, not to stare at his face the whole time, and instead found herself studying his hands - black staining like all the men in the manufacturing departments, from oil and metal dust worked so deep into the skin that you couldn’t wash it off however hard you scrubbed, and long slender fingers that were always moving - pushing his overgrown fringe out of his eyes, fiddling with a cigarette, tapping on the table, tearing the corners off beermats. Three drinks and several packets of peanuts later and they were on to more personal topics - childhood dreams, hopes for the future, and, of course, music, at which point Steve’s twitchy fingers took flight, subconsciously miming chords and riffs as he talked about his favourite players. They were in the middle of discovering a shared love of David Bowie when a group of blokes from the factory walked past on their way to the pool table, and one of them did a double-take. 

“Aye aye, Dreamer’s found a girl!”

“Is this your sister, Steve-o?”

“Bet it’s his cousin - they’re like that in Hillsborough.”

Charlie, bringing up the rear, gave a couple of the young men a good-natured shove, “Come on lads, this might be the only time he’s ever spoken to a woman, don’t ruin it for him.” Still snickering and with some crude hand gestures, the group continued on their way. 

Clutching his forehead and turning pink with embarrassment, Steve apologised, “I am so sorry. I work with a bunch of hooligans.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve been at GEC long enough to know what they’re like. The office girls call your bit of the factory the monkey cage!”

He grimaced. "Sounds about right."

“Why do they call you Dreamer?”

“Because I’m always sleeping when I’m meant to be working.” He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray. “And because I want to be a musician and they think that’s a pipe dream.”

“Well that’s very unsupportive of them.”

“Yeah. They’re probably right though,” he mused gloomily.

“No,” she insisted, suddenly fierce, “how dare they try to squash your dreams!” Impulsively she reached over and squeezed his hand. “You’ve got all the time in the world to get there. And you’re already doing it, playing in a band and all.”

Steve’s head was lowered and she followed his gaze to where it rested on their joined hands. Self-consciously she released her grip and moved her hand, not snatching it back but trailing her fingertips across the landscape of tendons and veins. 

“So, what would you like to do now? Another drink, or…?”

Mustering every ounce of courage he possessed, Steve stretched across the table and very lightly touched his fingers to her cheek. “I would like…” She heard him take a quick breath. “To kiss you. But I don’t want to do it with all that lot watching us.”

“Well, I would appreciate a kind gentleman who would walk me to my bus stop.”

“I am at your service, m’lady.”

Conveniently, it turned out that they lived close enough to one another that Steve could catch the same bus as Katie and only have to walk a couple of extra streets. After establishing this plan, the previously easy conversation dried up, stifled by the anticipation hovering in a cloud above their heads. As they walked, their hands occasionally brushed against each other, and they both pretended not to notice. As they rounded the corner and came in sight of the row of bus stops, they saw that there were quite a number of people already waiting there. 

“Oh goody,” muttered Steve under his breath, “another audience.” Looking around quickly, he spotted open gates leading to the yard in front of some factory or warehouse and stepped sideways into the shadowy gateway, inclining his head in an invitation for Katie to follow him. Though not in the habit of following strange men into dark corners, this one somehow seemed irresistible. 

“Sorry, not the most glamorous of locations,” he said with an anxious smile. 

“At least it's private, and doesn't smell bad."

“So…” He looked at her a little sideways, fidgeting his feet. He could feel his heart beating fast and his palms were sweaty. 

“So… I think you said you wanted to do something?” she teased, looking up at him with doe eyes.

Steve stepped closer and reached out a hand, hovering it uncertainly before deciding that her shoulder was a safe place to land it. Katie put her hand on his other arm and tilted her face up expectantly. He leaned down and bestowed a soft, chaste kiss at the corner of her mouth and then waited for a moment, in case she was going to yell ‘bleugh’ and run away - okay that had only happened once, when he was nine, but it had stayed in his mind as a possible outcome ever since. Happily, there was no cry of revulsion, so he lightly brushed his lips across hers before pressing them together. She responded eagerly, and he felt inspired to elaborate, alternating delicate pecks with firmer pressure with pulling her lower lip into the slightest pout to graze the soft inner edge. His kisses were like questions, to her, to himself - do you like that, can I do this, does that feel good? Each move tentative at first and then more ardent as the response was a clear yes! Eventually they reached some kind of natural conclusion, separating with a final clinging pop and little puffs of hot breath.

“Wow…” She blinked, temporarily unable to find any more words.

“Really? I’ve never had a ‘wow’ before.”

“Maybe we should check it wasn’t a fluke?”

The first kiss had brought them closer together and this time Steve dared to put his hands on Katie’s waist. She lifted up on her toes and looped her arms around his neck. This kiss was bolder; Steve’s tongue traced the inner edges of her lips and she parted them and moved her own to meet it with exploratory touches. His hands gripped tighter on her hips, and hers tangled in his hair. 

The increasingly-passionate moment was rudely interrupted when a group of lads passing in the street spotted the canoodling couple and whistled and hooted (honestly, was there nowhere you could go in this city that wasn’t infested with packs of feral boys). Steve, without breaking the embrace, held up his middle finger in their direction. Not really looking where they were going, he started to steer them, Katie shuffling backwards, into the deeper shadows. After a few steps, she bumped into a wall and broke the kiss with a little ‘oof’ of surprise.

“Sorry, I…” Steve started to apologise.

“No, this is good.” She trailed her hands down the front of his jacket and anchored them around his waist, tugging him closer as their lips met again.  

Pressed into each other, and back against the wall, Steve’s knee slipped between hers, bringing their whole bodies into contact. Katie dropped her hands to his bum, and he let out a half-moan, half-sigh that she felt as much as heard. That sound cemented the transformation that had been happening in her head since the previous Friday, turning the dorky kid from the music room into a handsome prince grown man, with warm lips and strong hands and… let’s be honest, a really nice arse. She felt him slip a hand between her blouse and her jacket, up her back and then round to the side, as if he was following the bra band underneath like a map. Hesitantly, he moved his hand to cup the curve of her breast and his thumb brushed over her nipple. Even through two layers of fabric the touch was enough to make her gasp, and Steve reacted by repeating the action deliberately. Eager for skin contact, Katie wriggled her hand under the hem of Steve’s t-shirt, touching her fingers to the curve of his back. But her hands were cold, and her realisation of it, and his involuntary shiver, broke the spell and they both pulled away from the kiss with simultaneous ‘sorry’-s. 

Steve dropped his hand back to Katie’s waist and took a half-step back, forcing himself to create distance between their bodies. He blew out a long breath. “So… that was…”

“That was…” She was still gazing at him with starry eyes.

“I don’t usually…”

“I don’t either…”

“Sorry, too fast…”

“No… maybe…”

He cleared his throat and tried very hard to form a complete sentence. “If I asked you… would you go on a proper date with me? One that’s not groping in doorways?”

“Of course I would.” She smiled, “Though I wouldn’t be too upset if there was a little bit of groping in doorways!”

“Deal!” 

As they were leaving the yard, they almost bumped into a group of older men also, by the jovial laughter and slightly wobbly gait of some of the party, on their way home from a night in the pub. One of the men stopped after a few steps, turned back and scowled at the couple.

“Uh oh, it’s Mr Rafferty, the foreman. Don’t know why he’s got that face on him though, for once I haven’t done anything wrong!”

“Um, it might be because you’re holding his daughter’s hand.”

He dropped her hand like it was molten metal, muttering ‘bloody hell’ under his breath before pasting on an ingratiating smile.

“G-good evening M-mr Rafferty, I was just, err, seeing your Katherine home safe,” he stammered. “But, err, now you’re here, I’ll just say goodnight.”

He bobbed his head in a kind of awkward bow before scuttling off down the street as fast as his guilty feet would carry him. Katie tore her eyes away from his retreating figure and looked up at her father’s still frowning face. She wondered if she had lipstick smeared on her chin.

‘Home’ was all he said.

Chapter 3 >

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[anonymousewrites]

A Study of the Heart and Brain

Father figure! Sherlock x Non-binary! Reader

Book 1:

Follows the Events of Season One

Prologue: Wasted Potential

Chapter One: New Roommate

Chapter Two: Pink Victim

Chapter Three: Suspicious Cab

Chapter Four: Eager Volunteers

Chapter Five: Proper Genius

Chapter Six: Impressive Shot

Chapter Seven: Yellow Graffiti

Chapter Eight: Dimwit Inspector

Chapter Nine: Thieving Smugglers

Chapter Ten: Origami Lotus

Chapter Eleven: Acrobatic Circus

Chapter Twelve: Jade Hairpin

Chapter Thirteen: Warning Pips

Chapter Fourteen: Old Trainers

Chapter Fifteen: Two-Faced Case

Chapter Sixteen: Beauty Queen

Chapter Seventeen: Forged Painting

Chapter Eighteen: Inaccurate Timing

Chapter Nineteen: Poolside Confrontations

Book 2:

Follows the Events of Season Two

Prologue: First Case

Chapter One: New Sweater

Chapter Two: Compromising Photographs

Chapter Three: Clever Woman

Chapter Four: Turbulent Christmas

Chapter Five: Aggressive Americans

Chapter Six: Broken Code

Chapter Seven: Twisted Game

Chapter Eight: Gigantic Hound

Chapter Nine: Classified Laboratory

Chapter Ten: Forested Sightings

Chapter Eleven: Pub Mishaps

Chapter Twelve: Drugged Visions

Chapter Thirteen: Hallucinatory Discoveries

Chapter Fourteen: Rigged Verdicts

Chapter Fifteen: Twisted Tale

Chapter Sixteen: Manipulated Custody

Chapter Seventeen: Desperate Decisions

Chapter Eighteen: Painful Aftermath

Book 3:

Follows the Events of Season Three

Prologue: Difficult Loss

Chapter One: Surprise Return

Chapter Two: Troubled Reunion

Chapter Three: Fiery Celebrations

Chapter Four: Memorable November

Chapter Five: Explosive Compartment

Chapter Six: Wedding Preparations

Chapter Seven: Heartwarming Speech

Chapter Eight: Bloody Guardsman

Chapter Nine: Plastered Party

Chapter Ten: Stolen Identities

Chapter Eleven: Delayed Murder

Chapter Twelve: Growing Family

Chapter Thirteen: Acting Addicted

Chapter Fourteen: Infamous Blackmailer

Chapter Fifteen: Romantic Break-In

Chapter Sixteen: Near-Death Imaginings

Chapter Seventeen: Honest Confrontations

Chapter Eighteen: Christmas Deals

Chapter Nineteen: Helpless Detective

Chapter Twenty: Difficult Consequences

Specials:

Christmas Specials: 2022, 2023

Pride Specials: 2023

Halloween Specials: 2023

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[kloppinthekop]

꧁ hello! ꧂

amy ᝰ ❧ scorpio sun and moon, she/they, grey-ace, 30s

i support liverpool f.c. and mostly write about domitrent on ao3.

i have a ph.d. in english literature, specializing in science fiction, but i really only write for fun these days.

other interests include: kate bush (queen of my heart), goth and post punk music/subculture, horror and sci-fi films, jane austen, mary shelley (i am always ready to bring frankenstein into any conversation), orphan black, star trek, studio ghibli, and more.

a masterlist of my fics and other scribblings are below the cut! a gentle reminder that i do not take requests for fics; however, headcanons are welcome and my askbox is open!

you can find most of my fics on archive of our own (ao3). some may be archive-locked (only viewable to users who are logged in on ao3). fics are sorted by type, ship/pairing, and then alphabetically listed within each category (for the most part). ratings are indicated in parentheses next to each title. if you are under the age of 18, please do not interact with any mature/explicit fics. full list of tags and any potential content warnings are available on ao3. masterlist to be updated periodically.

꧁DOMITRENT꧂ (dominik szoboszlai/trent alexander arnold)

dream come true (M, eventually E) 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔰 ➾ [work in progress]

→ Dominik, whose dreams of becoming a professional football player ended years ago due to injury, has dedicated himself to a new passion: physiotherapy. After moving to Liverpool to complete his studies, he meets Trent, a local lad whose dream of playing in the first team is about to come true. But what if, in meeting one another, their dreams become intertwined?

⟡ by chapter: chapter one: skull and bones | chapter two: skeletons and secrets | chapter three: start of something | chapter four: sweet as sugar | chapter five: stay with me | chapter six: stuck on you | chapter seven: suddenly everything changes

꧁HENDOLLANA꧂ (jordan henderson/adam lallana)

borne in red (E; dubcon) → In a world where men have been discovered to be infertile, the few men who are not sterile are forced into service of Captains and their Wives. Adam Lallana is one of these "studs," also known as Reds. He is also, dangerously, in love with men. Over a course of Ceremonies, he discovers that his Captain has a secret, and that his proclivities may be indeed similar to Adam's own desires…

A Hendollana AU based on Margaret Atwood's novel, The Handmaid's Tale.

⟡ by chapter: chapter one: waiting | chapter two: discovering | chapter three: being | chapter four: waiting | chapter five: coda

꧁DOMITRENT꧂ (dominik szoboszlai/trent alexander arnold)

we lit the fire and it's burning bright (E) → After the Liverpool vs Manchester City game (where Trent scores the equaliser), Dom takes Trent back to his apartment and proceeds to take him apart with his hands and lips.

working on the riddle of your heart (E) → Dominik can’t stop thinking about Trent. Ever since pre-season training, he has been obsessed. God, Dominik wants to be possessed by Trent.

you're out there killing the game (E) → Trent gets his arse out for all to see, but Dom wants it to be just his.

꧁CARRAVILLE꧂ (jamie carragher/gary neville)

gary knows; or, gary the fool in liverpool (T) → Liverpool’s lost the league, and Gary’s lost his damn mind.

a christmas carraville (merry crimbo, ye big lug) (G) → God I love him, but my husband is an idiot, Jamie thinks. In which Gary Neville and Jamie Carragher are married, but Gary doesn't know it yet.

champagne supernova (happy new year, ye tosser) (T) → It's New Year's Eve, and all Carra can think about is whether a certain Manc will kiss him at midnight. Maybe a little liquid courage will help light the way.

package deal (it's valentine's day, ye dimwit) (E) → Gary's got a Valentine’s date with an idiot.

꧁GERLONSO꧂ (steven gerrard/xabi alonso)

days of legends past (G) → "When you left, it broke my heart." Three vignettes related to various and sundry myths and legends.

꧁HENDOLLANA꧂ (jordan henderson/adam lallana)

fools in love (G; archive-locked) → aka, five times that other people noticed Jordan and Adam were dating before they did, and one time they finally realize that they’ve been a couple all along.

hounds of love (G; archive-locked) → Jordan's not sure what his soulmark will be yet, but what he does know is that he's terrified. A slow-burn soulmate AU.

merry to go 'round (G; archive-locked) → The lads buy a house together at the end of the 2026 World Cup campaign, and not a single one of their teammates (former teammates now) are surprised.

soft lad (E; archive-locked) → Five-hundred twenty-five thousand six-hundred minutes… it took a span of two pre-seasons for Hendo to realize that he was in love.

vignettes: tickertape (G; archive-locked) → After the trophy lift, Hendo searches for a tangible piece of memory…

vignettes: turf (G; archive-locked) → Lallana leaving LFC, but choosing a certain squad number for familiarity…

꧁OTHER SHIPS꧂

put myself on a pedestal - virgil van dijk/jarell quansah (E) → After the Union Saint-Gilloise match, Jarell says some things to the press that perhaps ought not to have been said. It's Virgil's job to educate him. But perhaps there are things that Virgil also ought not to say out loud… Then, Jarell comes over to his house one night after training, and Virgil finds a more effective way to stop Jarell from saying stupid things.

eu sou... - eric dier/dele alli (G; archive-locked) → Dele is um idiota but so is Eric. Pining ensues. footballers watch: eurovision 2019 - multi-ship (G; archive-locked) → What it says on the tin. [Pairings include: Carraville, Hendollana, Gerlonso, Deledier, and other random cameos.]

꧁GEN FICS꧂

klopp in the kop, forever - jürgen klopp (G) → Jürgen Klopp, the normal one, is about to live a normal life, for the first time in his life.

vignettes: takumi (G; archive-locked) → Second day at Anfield • Daemon!fic aka His Dark Materials/Football RPF

⟡ domitrent headcanon - who's naughtier, domi or trent?

⟡ domitrent headcanon - valentine's day

⟡ domitrent headcanon - who fell first

⟡ domitrent headcanon - dealing with injuries

⟡ domitrent headcanon - sex positions

⟡ domi and trent headcanons - fashion styles, shopping habits

⟡ domi, trent and jude headcanons - jealousy

⟡ trent and jude headcanons - food habits, sweet tooth

⟡ cheeky - domitrent

⟡ the prince and the scouser - domitrent

⟡ queen's gambit AU - domitrent

⟡ anfield is a cauldron - gen!fic

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[the-silentium]

Bonus Chapter: Featuring an Angry General

Masterlist

Words: 972 words

Warnings: Swearing.

A/N: Since I had this idea mostly written, I heavily simplified the ending and decided to post it since I think it’s hilarious. Obviously this was before O66.

Taglist: @clone-rambles​ @haloangel391​ 

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They didn't fucking dare.

The brunette helplessly watched as the ship flew away to the point where he couldn't tell if the shining dots in the horizon were early stars or the propulsors of the Havoc Marauder forgetting him on base. 

Whether it was intentional or not was a useless question that the ghost didn't need an answer to. They fucking forgot him. Left him behind. Weren't pilots supposed to check if everyone was accounted for before leaving? What a sad bunch of adults you all were, forgetting one of their own behind on a base full of explosives, weapons, classified information and lots of clueless soldiers that made perfect victims for his great pranks.

The plan forming in his head could rightfully be described as spiteful and childish and he couldn't give a damn about it. They forgot him and they would learn their lesson. 

With pep in his ghostly steps, Kayden ventured the base, past the mess hall and the barracks to find the command center where he found a familiar brown-haired General conversing with an auburn-haired man in cream robes. Their words were totally lost on him, his attention already focused solely on the holographic map enlightening the center of the room. 

Without any care for the people walking around, Kayden made his way through any physical body crossing his path, creating deep chills that traveled through their bones and most often than not, froze them on the spot. It wasn't until he stopped before the huge table that a grin stretched his lips. Phase one could be set into motion. 

Weeks of training allowed Kayden to not only fry whatever technology he touched, but he also learned to manipulate open data. A holo map like the one displayed before him was a kids play. Before the very eyes of the clones monitoring the map, Kayden changed the topography of the field surrounding the base, created icons that made no sense like a ship underground or ground troops way up in the sky. It was then that the Generals were alerted of the anomalies and got to enjoy his artistic manipulation of the colors. 

He pressed a certain spot in the console and the hologram flashed bright green before turning a deep forest green, it then flashed pink and red and purple and before the aggressive yellow could burn everyone's retinas, the map was shut down by the operator. 

Party pooper, he pouted. Phase two now I guess.

He walked down a maze of corridors and stopped abruptly. The engines alimenting the base in electricity were emanating such strong waves of energy that he immediately found himself attracted to them. Oh how it would be gold to play around with them and cause some trouble. 

It took a total amount of three minutes for people to reach him once he accidentally triggered an alarm that detected his physical body moving around the room. 

He felt people enter the room and with a snicker, Kayden kicked the tool closest to his feet to attract them. In a second, he found himself cornered by the same General that made you uncomfortable that day Clone force 69 rescued Echo. Was today his lucky day?

"Who are you?" The General asked him menacingly, his sword buzzing in his grip. All Kayden could do was suppress his laughter that suddenly bubbled up his throat. Oh how he would be disappointed if he tried to strike him. He tried to imagine the man's face and the result made him snort, which caused the General to bring his weapon closer to Kayden. 

"Better start talking now." 

Kayden internally snickered. He could do that without a problem.

"Okay. Eh. And you see, I was born at a very young age." Kayden nodded slowly as if he was talking with a kid, and who knew, maybe he was! An overgrown kid like him. "I know, it sounds crazy. But the craziest thing is, I never aged! Not physically of course, I did grow up tall, if you know what I mean," he smirked at the confused man blinking like he was speaking in a foreing language. "But my sis' often say that my brain never aged and that I-"

"Stop. That's not-" The General interrupted Kayden, confused for a moment. Then it hit him like a wave and Kayden smirked. "What are you doing here? Who are you?" He grew more authoritative. 

"Sheesh. That's a lot of questions. Eeeeh." Kayden trailed the letter for a couple of seconds until he saw the man's chest deflate in a particularly sharp sigh. "The name's Dimwit and I've been here for a while, walking around, doing nothing really important. Well, I'm breathing right now, and that's kinda important, but I'm not sure if I need t-" 

"Think you're funny?" The General flashed him a glare. 

"I do." He smiled innocently. 

The General deeply breathed in. "I'll ask one last time. Who are you?" 

"And I'll tell you once again. The Dimwit. Isn't that a Basic term?" He forced himself to sound as genuine as possible. "Sorry, I always failed those classes back in school. It can be pretty complicated-" 

"We'll see if you'll be as funny from inside a cell." 

"Sure man." He presented his hands nonchalantly to the blue armored clone who was already reaching for his wrists. Satisfaction burst through his chest when both soldiers' faces fell into confusion as the gloved hands passed right through his skin and bones. 

"Oh. My bad. Did I forget to mention that I'm dead?" His best cheshire grin stretched across his face. 

The base called back the Bad Batch because they apparently forgot a package. Kayden stormed in as soon as the door to the Marauder opened and got revenge by locking them out of the ship on a Mission on Hoth.

#bad batch #dimwit's tale #not many tags since it's pure Kayden shit from A to Z #general skywalker #he deserves a mention

[elijahtheghostof]

Venturiantale Jimmy Casket x Gavin Toast fanfic!

WARNINGS: gore, killer things, criminal things. Kidnapping

After breaking out of one of the most highly secure prisons in the world, Gavin only had one goal in mind. Incognito, the master criminal traveled to America, to a town in North Carolina.

It had been so long ago that he began this bad habit. It could all be attributed to one fateful day in his boyhood, many years ago.

He had been made to visit his twin brother, (he hated him) who was studying in America.

Gavin had come to understand that during his brother’s time away from the palace, he had taken in a stray. Upon meeting him, He couldn’t possibly imagine why his brother even bothered with his strange American pet. Gavin didn't see the appeal, at least, not until he met Jimmy…

It had happened on one of those very rare, much appreciated instances where Gavin’s annoying, near identical twin wasn’t present. Grandmother had asked the twin princes to make a royal appearance at the White House, which was a short private plane ride away from where they were staying in some nowhere town in North Carolina. Gavin, with the family reputation of ‘the bad child,’ had refused.

‘Ghost’ (Gavin still didn’t believe that was the boy's real name) wasn’t going, because apparently, he didn’t do well with crowds.

Since they would be home alone together, his brother Johnny had begged and begged him to spend some time with Ghost. Gavin didn’t know why, but on that fateful day he had listened, and he had learned about Jimmy Casket’s little ‘secret’

In the beginning, it wasn’t very hard to draw Jimmy to the surface. He just had to lure Ghost away from his twin brother. Sometimes, this involved impersonating Johnny. Oh, how upsetting, confusing it must have been for the dimwitted American when his supposed best friend, his support system, suddenly shoved him to the dirt. “Johnny! What are you doing?!” Gavin just ignored him. Sitting on the younger, smaller, and malnourished boy to keep him down, The prince pulled out his pocket knife.

A few cuts was all it took, the sight of blood.

He laid off once the unappealing screaming and crying turned into an adorable giggle.

The little body below him went limp and relaxed. Messy brown hair was in his eyes, (honestly, had he ever heard of jel?) but the smile was evident as he tilted his head. “Hiya Gavin! Nice to see you again! Thanks for waking me up to play!!” Jimmy Casket giggled. “Sorry about ol’ Gregory, he’s such a lameo!”

“Welcome back Jimmy,” Gavin had stood up and offered the boy a hand and a satisfied smile. “It wasn’t an easy feat.”

Jimmy took the boy’s hand to stand. “Can we go out and have some fun?!” He screeched, vibrating with excitement. Now, Gavin could see his eyes. They weren’t the boring brown that Ghost’s had been. No, Jimmy’s eyes, his tell tale sign, were a deep maroon, the color of blood.

“Oh, most definitely.” Gavin chuckled.

As time went on, it became harder to wake Jimmy up. One day, when he had frustratingly cut Ghost’s arm up raw and the only thing it earned him was Ghost’s runny nose and sniffling from his sobbing, an enraged brother, and a grounding, he decided he needed to change his methods.

The next time Gavin visited his ‘dear’ ‘dear’ brother and his pet American, he had stopped at a pet store, and bought a Guinea pig.

He had started it for him, but once Jimmy was awake, he kept switching between stabbing the creature well past the point of death, and giggling and ooing and awing at how pretty the blood supposedly looked on the Guinea pig’s fur.

To Gavin, it was all egregiously overkill, like striking a rat with a lightning bolt. “We’ve already killed it, Jimmy. Come on, there’s way more fun things we could be doing.”

“Really?!” Jimmy squealed, fists under his blood soaked face in excitement. He had the biggest smile on his face, and Gavin had all of his attention now. “Like what?!”

Gavin chuckled, a thoughtful hand on his chin before he reached over and scruffled his maniac’s horribly messy hair. “Oh, I could think of a few things.”

Animals worked for years, but eventually, once they were teenagers, not even cats and dogs were cutting it anymore. It was quite the annoyance to Gavin, he blamed all the ghost hunting Johnny and the boy had done, it exposed him to too much, made it harder to scare him. Or maybe, his friend Jimmy just demanded more bloodlust to come out. Greedy bastard.

The only alternative after that was humans.

They must have been having *too* much fun, as eventually, things started catching up to them.

Jimmy did something stupid, and as a result, he got caught red handed, literally.

It was only Gavin's royal family’s maddening amount of money that ensured Jimmy was going to an insane asylum instead of jail, and that he was only going to be there temporarily.

Ghost’s time in the madhouse had been awful. Gavin was terrified that the doctors and the nurses were going to flush out any trace of Jimmy out with mind numbing pills. It was particularly annoying that Johnny and his pet had finally become aware of Jimmy, and actively tried to suppress him. This was what first prompted Gavin into dabbling in what later would become one of his greatest talents, breaking out of places, (or conversely, into them.)

He didn’t have to worry about Ghost’s panicked, hysterical screaming, nor his cries for help. Who questioned such a thing in a madhouse?

He had waited for a nurse to come around, open the door and do a nightly check in. By the time a man shined a torch light inside, Gavin was already hidden against the other side of the door. Ghost screamed for the man to run away, but of course, he didn’t listen. As opposed to the UK, America had always been so convenient in allowing Gavin to access guns. A silencer on his weapon, Gavin had shot the nurse before he ever saw him.

Their reunion had been a beautiful night.

“Hmm, I sorta like the sight of you in that straight jacket.” Gavin teased the killer, stepping closer to pet his hair. Fuck, he had missed this boy…

Jimmy practically bit his fingers off in retaliation.

“Ow! Hey!” Gavin reacted, pulling his hand away and giving the boy a stern look.

Jimmy only giggled like a maniac.

Suddenly, Gavin harshly grabbed Jimmy by the jaw. His fingers dug in so deep they squished the brunette’s cheeks as he forced Jimmy to look at him. “I know something you can do with that mouth of yours that’s better than biting.”

“Really?” Jimmy asked naively, then excitement took over, “what?”

And that was when the two of them shared their first kiss.

For once, Jimmy was silent. He looked mystified and confused, his face pink in the moonlight that shone through the cell window.

“Did you like that?” Gavin asked in a hushed voice, like he was worried about breaking something. His face was also red. His thumb lingered under the boy’s chin.

“Uh—uh, y-yeah…” the killer with the messy mop of brown hair stammered, “even more than biting…”

Jimmy’s face broke into a smile, and Gavin smiled back.

“Alright then,” Gavin stood up, “time to get you out of that thing.”

He undid Jimmy’s straight jacket, and then, he realized something…

“They put you in a nappy?” Gavin asked incredulously. He sounded judgmental, like it was somehow Jimmy’s fault. But on the inside, he was horrified and disgusted. It made his blood boil that anyone dared treat Jimmy so poorly. It seemed of so little importance to Gavin that the killer probably used any bathroom breaks as an excuse to attack people. He was the maybe bloody boyfriend of the prince of bloody England for fuck’s sake! He should be treated with some god-damned bloody respect!

“Jimmy Casket’s good with STAB—stabbing” his head twitched aggressively to the right, “people, and not so much straight jackets!” His hair was a mess and his eyes looked feral. He seemed a little more…*crazed* than usual, it was the only indication Gavin got of how upset Jimmy was by it all.

Gavin wasn’t going to push it. He had respectfully turned away as Jimmy kicked the thing off.

Then Gavin took Jimmy by the hand and off into the night. The night was anything that Jimmy wanted. They robbed a seven eleven, Jimmy had his fun killing the employee, and he was overjoyed when afterwards, he discovered that Gavin had stolen enough candy for him to make his teeth rot. They went on a killing spree where Jimmy got to take as much time as he wanted to. Drawn out kills usually irritated Gavin, and in the past Jimmy had not been spared from his complaints. Gavin saw killing as something necessary for his crimes, but not something he particularly felt strongly either way about. (That was why having Jimmy around to do his dirty work in the past was so appealing to Gavin.) In short, he personally thought it was a waste of time. But, he knew that Jimmy lived and breathed bloodlust, so Gavin didn’t complain that night. The only thing Jimmy would hear from him was his laughter at the brunette’s ridiculous banter at his victims.

And once Jimmy had had his fill, the two of them laid in the grass and looked at the stars together.

It was quiet for a while, say for Jimmy’s twitching and his audio ticks ‘stab stab stab!’ That he kept whispering under his breath.

But eventually, Gavin sighed, “I’m going to have to sneak you back in before sunrise.”

“What?” Jimmy sat up and looked at the boy frantically. “Why?! I don’t want to go back! It’s the opposite of fun!” He protested, he looked like he was about to cry.

Gavin remained calm. “It would be different if they planned on locking you up longer, or if they were going to kill you, but you only have to wait two months. I have a plan for us, Jimmy, just you wait and see. And if you listen to me, one day, we’ll be the most notorious criminals alive.” He was looking to the stars then, reaching for them.

“Oh ok….” Jimmy relented, pouting like a child.

“Besides, it’s your fault you’re in there in the first place.” Gavin tacked on maliciously.

“Is not!!” Jimmy retorted like a child.

It seemed that the knowledge that their time together was limited only made tonight all the more precious. The two boys suddenly felt the urge to become as close to one another as possible. It began with holding each other, pressing their bodies together so tightly. And then they were kissing all over again, only it was much longer, much saltier, Jimmy tasted of irony blood and Gavin smelled of deep cologne and cigarettes. Eventually, even their clothing became too much of a barrier between the two boys. How could they let that divide them, when bars and locks and straight jackets, an entire ocean and country borders, would be doing that later? They stripped each other in the cold grass, skin made contact with skin, and the two teenage boys had another first that night.

Afterwards, the two simply held each other close and cuddled.

“If we’re going to start making this a regular thing, I can’t just kill the nurse every time to trigger you.” Gavin whispered like this was normal pillow talk. Staring into Jimmy’s maroon colored eyes, he gently trailed a hand up and down the smaller boy’s back.

“Trigger me?” Jimmy asked, confused

“Wake you up.” Gavin explained. “The point is, you’re going to have to start getting better at fighting for control, I can’t exactly drag a victim in after me when breaking into a mental hospital.”

“I’ll try to fight, but Gregory fights back!” Jimmy whined

Gavin suddenly grabbed Jimmy by the jaw and made him look at him. “Well, if you don’t fight hard enough, we won’t be able to play together.” He spoke in a language that Jimmy could understand.

“I will!” The childish killer insisted, “I promise!”

He took Jimmy out into the night as often as he could, but that could only happen so much without either of them getting caught. So sometimes, Gavin would impersonate his twin brother and meet Jimmy the normal way.

It was hard to find even a moment when his incessant brother wasn’t visiting. Even then he only had a fifty fifty shot of Jimmy actually being there. Gavin could hardly stand pretending to be his brother around Ghost.

On one such visitation, it was apparently dinner time. Gavin had been led to a small white room where he found Jimmy, or Ghost, sitting at a table, straight jacketed, with his feet chained to the ground. He had been refusing to be fed an unappetizing smelling pea soup by an overly cheery nurse. It was evident by all the green stains on his straight jacket.

When the brunette saw him, he rolled his eyes. “What do you want with me today, Toaster?”

Yup, it was his Jimmy alright.

It amused Gavin immensely that Jimmy fell for it. He played off the smile on his face for one of Johnny’s friendly, cheerful ones. And with that charming smile, he fixed his waistcoat in the way his perfect golden child brother did. “Nurse Hildegard, do you think maybe I could try? He might be more comfortable if we’re alone together for a little while.”

When the nurse left, the sunshine and rainbows on his face had dropped instantaneously, “Jimmy, eat your pea soup.” Gavin ordered sternly, shoving a spoonful in his face.

Jimmy’s eyes lit up in realization. “Gavy!!!” He cheered. He tried to jump up and hug him, but of course, the straight jacket and shackles wouldn’t allow it, so Jimmy just grinned at him like an idiot and giggled.

“Yeah I know, took you long enough, now eat.” He kept up that sternness, but something akin to…amusement? Had crept into his tone as well.

Instead of listening, Jimmy jerked his head, and another spoonful of green soup ended up staining his straight jacket.

“What I really wanna bite is people, not peas! Gavy! Why don’t you take me out to play?” Jimmy whined excitedly, like a dog just begging for a walk. ”I wanna tell them my seeeecret!”

“Not today, Casket. Now come on, open up, you’ve gotten skinnier than usual, don’t you want to be big and strong so you can kill people?”

After a few months, Jimmy was a free man. The next few years went on like normal. The two juvenile delinquents had their fun, but Gavin always made sure they were careful about it, to Jimmy’s dismay.

Once the two of them had grown up, There had been those glorious years where Jimmy had basically kidnapped his vessel and ran away, and there was nothing that Johnny or Ghost could do about it. Jimmy had become the world’s most renowned murderer, but he wasn’t the only rising star. Gavin had been stripped of his title as prince for his crimes. He was wanted by the entire United Kingdom, an iron fisted ruling brought down by his Grandmother herself, and the rest of his royal family. It was funny, really, he had always been the bad child…

Jimmy and Gavin became partners in crime, and partners in life. A strange, slightly criminal and murderous, domestic bliss encapsulated the two of them.

Now that they were adults, Jimmy still acted like a child. In many ways, he *was* a child, or at least as smart as one. The longer he was able to front, the more Gavin realized that Jimmy didn’t know how to do anything other than kill people. He didn’t seem to understand the limitations of his body. Gavin had to remind him to do simple things like eating and sleeping, which the killer usually refused anyway. Jimmy just got so damned jittery at night, *especially* when Gavin wouldn’t let him kill. Eventually, Gavin just skipped the argument about bedtime. The giant instead opted to sneak up behind the 100 pound man and sling him over his shoulder. He’d flop into bed with an arm around the killer’s thin waist. Jimmy would squirm beneath his weight for a while, bite at his arm, but once it became futile, he’d shift to complaining, threatening to ‘stab stab stab!’ Gavin and tell him his secret. However, the rambling would eventually fade away once Jimmy’s body crashed on him and he realized how exhausted he really was. Either that or Gavin would throw a pillow over Jimmy’s face.

Babysitting Jimmy was difficult at times.

He quickly discovered that if Jimmy didn’t get his bloodlust fill, he’d turn the knife to HIMSELF! If Gavin had to guess, it was probably the sight of blood that made Jimmy do it. He was like a junkie for murder. He watched his own damned kills on tv with popcorn.

On a few rare instances during those years, Ghost would suddenly take control. It would usually start with Jimmy acting strange. Well, stranger than usual. He’d mumble to himself angrily, cringe like he was in pain.

“Jimmy, what’s wrong?” Gavin asked in concern.

“Oh, it’s nothing, just stupid Gregory in my head…”

It wouldn’t be long after that that Ghost would pop up. The struggle lasted anywhere between Gavin taking down Ghost where he stood, to Ghost managing to run halfway down the abandoned street from whatever secluded building they were staying in. But every time, Gavin was thankfully able to catch the bastard.

And then of course, Ghost would start crying for his precious Toast. He was so annoying and stupid that Gavin would have to lock him in a dog crate in the basement. He probably should have kept an eye on Ghost, but his whining was so troublesome that Gavin often left him to his own devices. When he returned a few hours later, Jimmy was usually back, sitting boredly in the dog crate.

When he saw Gavin, excitement shone in his blood red eyes. He’d grasp for the bars, like a dog that wanted to come out and play. “Thanks for saving me there, Gavy! It’s so hard to have a normal person in my head!!” The killer pouted

All good things come to an end though, and eventually, his brother used his ghost hunting skills to hunt Ghost. He tracked the two of them down, kidnapped Jimmy, got Gavin fucking arrested, and left him no trail to follow once he had broken out.

Nowadays, he had to kidnap Ghost to get Jimmy back.

It was always the very first thing he did after breaking out of whatever ‘world’s most secure’ prison he was locked in for his myriad of crimes. He’d nab Ghost. Then, he’d find some secure place, an abandoned building out in the middle of nowhere, the basement of a secluded Airbnb. He’d lock Ghost in a dog crate.

Sometimes, luring Jimmy out was as easy as simply being in Gavin’s presence, he only had to taunt Ghost. But other times….such as right now, Oh, Jimmy demanded blood sacrifice extravagance.

And as Gavin mutilated people for his love, Ghost watched on in horror. There was a struggle in his eyes, as Jimmy and Johnny both so desperately vied for control of the body. Maybe that was why it was sometimes so hard to trigger Jimmy. Ghost was fighting to save lives, meanwhile, Jimmy was only fighting to play.

At one point, Ghost vomited in his cage. Disgusting, Gavin was going to have to get Jimmy to take a bath later….But, he knew that Jimmy was getting closer when Ghost began to convulse, when his features twisted in horror as maniacal laughters that were not his own escaped him, and he began spouting out the most random Jimmyisms. Like, ‘My secret is…I *LOVE* flowers!!!’

Gavin crouched down beside the cage, a large smile split between his lips as he watched his lover return to him. And Jimmy, he was revved up and crazed like a wild animal, ready for the kill.

Gavin kept his eyes on the beautiful boy as he worked at unlocking the cage. Once the laughing maniac was free, Gavin looked into his eyes and cooed, “I brought you some candy”

#jimmy casket #johnny ghost #venturiantale #johnny toast #pie venturiantale #gavin toast #jimmy casket x gavin #talebr #venturiantale pie

[thehylianidiot]

TheHylianIdiot's Assortment of Brain Worms

Was tagged by both @bumblebeehug and @kiliinstinct for this one, so let's do this.

rules: share the first line (or two or more!) of every current wip you have (that you feel comfortable sharing) and tag some writer friends! feel free to add the titles of your documents if you see fit

Oops We Kidnapped the Emperor (Title WIP) (Fairy Tail)

The mission to rescue Makarov had a few hiccups.

The first of which being despite traveling across the ocean to the heart of the Alvarez Empire, storming its castle ready to get back their captive guildmaster, the designated High-Collateral Rescue Squad did not bring back their Sixth-But-Soon-To-Be-Eighth-Guildmaster. 

And as for the second well…

Erza explained it to the rest of the guild best. “We kidnapped the emperor.” 

The Other Four Idiots, Plus A Cat (Chapter 22) (Fairy Tail)

“How many people have you interacted with in your life?”

“Umm… well… I don’t have a lot of practice with people. Most are either dead or fled in the first twenty four hours.” Mavis chuckled a bit, because keeping bright and cheerful normally made things happier and not a constant reminder that the majority of her prior interactions involved the other party trying to… well… increase their kill count by one. 

Given the lady slapping her palms to her face, maybe that wasn’t the best way to put it. 

“Oh gods he befriended a psychopath,” Ultear not-so-quietly muttered into her hands.

Lost My Cap (I swear I will write this someday) (Legend of Zelda: Minish Cap)

"I thought I heard something" 

Yes. It was a frog. How that buffoon of a guard could mistake a frog for him, Vaati wasn't sure. And of course the dimwit just had to pitter patter up above like some lost pet. 

On and on he heard the aimless clank of too heavy boots. Surely the guards could find something more interesting. There were monsters flooding every inch of their precious kingdom! Didn't they have something better to do than hunt the one who opened that damned box? Like perhaps stepping away from the sewage gate? 

He breathed in a quarter second too long and nearly gagged at the overwhelming stench. Don't you dare, he told himself. No way was he embarrassing himself further today by getting caught. 

To Slay A Demon (Part 2) (Fairy Tail)

Maybe some naively optimistic part of Gray hoped Zeref was a glass canon. That after cult after cult of worshippers and thousands of demons at his command, their ringleader would be too dependent on them. 

That optimism was crushed between a fraction of a second.

And death magic flowed around like a tidal wave of sand, flinging haphazardly in a nonexistent hurricane, crashing against ice-made shield. One trickle past Gray’s defenses, and he’d lose everything.

The Little Raindrop of Magnologia (Fairy Tail)

Drip drip drop. 

Little Juvia stood alone in the pouring rain. 

Drip drip drop. 

Everyone else had long since fled indoors. After all, it was the easiest way to escape the rain creating waterfalls from roofs and rivers from sidewalks. 

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t afford that luxury. 

These Are Not the Reincarnated Immortals You're Looking For (Title WIP) (Fairy Tail)

Alios would say the evening was going surprisingly normal until the chloroform. 

But no matter how many preparations he made so he could have a decent time (for once) at his favorite author's award ceremony—working overtime that week to make enough space in his schedule and spending the better part of an hour beforehand figuring out how to wear a modern suit along with how a gods-forsaken tie worked—Alios couldn't stop his weekly kidnapping from literally any random cult in Fiore falling on that exact date.

So as the last shreds of haziness finally faded away and Alios found himself tied to a chair in a pitch black cell, his first thought was, at least they gave it a cushion this time. 

Death Swap (Title WIP) (Fairy Tail)

It started with a passing rumor. 

A local tale shrouding its details with pottery gilded in mysticism and silken rarities tailored to lure passing travelers with enough coin in their pockets and a passing interest with the morbid to pay for a souvenir. Yuri knew he shouldn’t keep his hopes up. 

Knew it was going on two years already. Knew he should be getting back home, call it a night after making sure Warrod had kept a good eye on Makarov this time and the guildhall wasn’t turned into an artistic rendering of spinach inside a blender. 

As Precht said, they were never going to find her. 

Then again, Precht spent most of his time nowadays wallowing in the never-ending stream of newfound council regulations that kept multiplying like rabbits every few weeks until he couldn’t look at a stack of paper without sweating, so what did he know? 

Tagging @classysassy9791, @xfangheartx, @pencilofawesomeness

Feel free to ignore me, nobody is under any pressure to share if they don't want to.

#fairy tail #legend of zelda #wips #wip ask game #wip meme #writers tag game

[yoel-o-fellow]

Sverenne's Racist Attitudes Towards Miscegenation

It is a widespread belief that if a goblin begets offspring with a person outside their race, it would result in a "mule" - an infertile aberration. Eugenicists were determined to prove this fallacy correct but had only a meagre supply of data, for biracial progeny of any kind is considerably rare. Miscegenation between humans, allus, nymphs and goblins is highly discouraged among one's own kind and each race has their own unique cautionary tales warning of the "dangers" of procreating outside their race.

The humans, for instance, believe that the birthing of a human-naiad child most always results in maternal mortality. The allus believe that allu-naiad infants are generally eaten by their naiad parent. The goblins believe that goblin half-bloods will always be dimwitted and have personalities as dry as toast.

Those who couple outside their race are often ostracized by their racial groups. So the mixed-race children that do exist are typically concealed by their families or forced to live isolated lives far from civilization. It is speculated, however, that many human-allu crossbreeds live undetected in allu society, because their physical traits differ only slightly from pureblood allus. Those that are discovered tend to disappear from society, or authorities are otherwise bribed to turn a blind eye.

#sverenne lore

[rustycopper4use]

It’s Always Been You pt. 4

(Kyoya x Male Reader)

Chapter four

 -Attack Of The Lady Manger!-

 The entire host club was dressed in samurai attire, the guests swooned and sighed, Hikaru and Kaoru annoying Haruhi, while Tamaki fussed over her.

With Y/n and Kyoya watching from the sidelines.

  It all felt like the usual formula for the club. 

However a new face comes to disturb the balance.

 A dirty blonde girl peeked through the club's door, her brown doe eyes staring at the club. Of course this doesn’t come unnoticed.

  “Looks like the host club has a brand new guest.” The twins walk towards the girl.

  “-come on in. What are you waiting for?” Kaoru, and Hikaru both hold red roses towards the girl.

  “Watching from afar is no fun.” Hikaru cooed.

 “Please miss?” They spoke in unison, then came Tamaki, sauntering towards them.

 “Stop that. How many times do I have to tell you boys to be more courteous to our first time guest?” Tamaki now holds a similar rose towards the girl as well.

  “Please, you don’t have to be afraid, my princess. I welcome you to the Ouran host club!”

  “No! Don’t touch me! You’re a phony!” The girl shirked.

  “Uh… What do you mean, I’m a phony?” Tamaki was quite shocked at the girl.

  “Just what I said, you’re a phony! I find it hard to believe that someone like you is the prince character of this host club! You shouldn’t spread your love so easily like that, are you stupid! You must be a dimwitted narcissist! You’re incompetent! You’re a commoner! You’re disgusting!” She spoke, each word stabbing deeper each time. He began slowly falling in dramatic fashion.

  “He's created a new technique!” Hikaru spoke.

  “-one man slow motion.”

  Kyoya looks at the girl.

 “I don’t suppose you are-“

She rushes over to kyoya nearly pushing over Y/n, just to get to him.

  “Ah! It’s you, Kyoya! Oh how I’ve longed to meet you! My one and only Prince Charming.” She dreamily spoke, leaving an array of shock and confusion amongst the group.

  “Hold on, finance?” Y/n turned to look at Kyoya, who held little reaction.

 “Of course. My name is Renge Houshakuji! And I’m transferring into Ouran academy’s first year, class A, tomorrow,” 

 Tamaki is now crouching in a corner.

 “Why is he sulking?” Hikaru questioned.

  “Because mommy was keeping a secret from daddy.” Kaoru simply responded.

 “Why does everyone keep referring to us like we’re husband and wife?” Kyoya spoke ignoring the pressing issue at hand, or rather next to him.

  “Because you guys are.” Y/n spoke, glaring at Renge.

 “Ours is a story of love at first sight! I couldn’t resist the way you were adoring those flowers in the backyard when you thought no one was looking. How sweet it was when you reached out to help that poor little injured kitten.” She spoke starry eyed, leaving the host club more confused.

 Y/n was weirdly familiar of the story but couldn’t yet place where.

“She serious.” The twins said, losing belief in Renges tale.

 “Could you have the wrong person?” Haruhi found it hard to believe Kyoya would do anything of the sort.

  “No way! I could recognize my love anywhere! He’s a gentle man, who’s kind to everyone and doesn’t ask for anything in return! He likes solitude, but he in fact sometimes does get lonely.” She ranted, while the twins grew more shocked.

 “He looks like the star of a popular dating sim, Uki-Doki Memorial! You’re a real life Ichijo Miyabi!” She pointed to Kyoya.

  “Otaku?” Tamaki muttered.

“Oh that’s why it’s so familiar! I loved playing that game-…” Y/n spoke in excitement.

 “Ahem, I mean… I’ve heard of the game.” He spoke looking to the side.

 “Not you too.” Hikaru spoke towards Y/n.

 “I get it now you're in love with the character.” Kyoya began looking blandly at the girl.

 “You’re projecting that love onto me and you’ve somehow believed it yourself that somehow we’re engaged. I assume this Miyabi character also wears glasses as well.” He spoke, a sense of relief that fell over the club.

 “So she made it up. You’re not really her fiancée, right?”  Tamaki looked towards Kyoya.

 “Well no, I don’t remember ever asking for her hand in marriage. Besides, this is the first time I’ve ever met this woman.” 

 Renge speaks to Kyoya ignoring the rest of the club.

 “According to my research, I understand that you’re in charge of  managing the club. Is that true kyoya?” 

 “That’s right! Kyo-chan is our director!” Honey spoke.

“You’re the club’s director, that's perfect! Oh wow I’ve always wanted to wear a sandwich board to advertise a business!” She excitedly moved around.

  “We don’t advertise. We’re just a host club.” The twins blandly spoke.

 “We probably should, shouldn’t we?” Y/n turned to look at twins.

 “I’ve made up my mind from now on I’m gonna be the manager of this host club!” Renge spoke, with the annoyance of the twins.

 Y/n moves to kyoya.

“Uh hey, listen kyoya.” 

Kyoya looks at Y/n before continuing writing in his black notebook.

 “Miss Houshakoji is the only daughter of a very important Ootori family client, so please be polite and try not to offend her, alright?” Kyoya answered.

 Y/n hums in agreement.

“Well boys, I can’t wait to work with you!”

The next day rolls around, and everyone is now back at The club.

 “I thought about it last night and maybe having a lady manager isn’t such a bad idea.” Tamaki spoked.

 “Why do you say that?” The twins asked.

 “Well it’s fairly obvious isn’t it? Renge just transferred into the same class as Haruhi. So, if Haruhi has a girlfriend around it could bring out the female within her. Renge’s girlish ere of tenderness might be able to stimulate Haruhi’s own sense of femininity.” Tamaki rants.

 “Good grief.” The twins sighed at the prince's antics.

 “Now’s a chance to help Haruhi get in touch with her feminine side. This is an important project, men! She doesn’t have any friends in class right now, except for those two shady twins. That’s no good for her!” Tamaki goes on unwantedly.

 “It feels like I’m talking to my mother.” Y/n muttered.

 “Like you have room to talk!” The twins look like they’re gonna fight.

A voice booms across the club.

 “Hey everyone!” Renge yells, holding a container.

 “You’ll be happy to know that your new manager, Renge, has baked all of you some cookies!” She spoke gleefully.

 Y/n turns to Renge.

“Oh swee-“

Tamaki buts in.

“Ah! Isn’t she ladylike! I’m so moved by your generosity.” 

“I didn’t bake these cookies for you phony prince!” She scolded Tamaki, before rushing towards Kyoya.

 “I’m sorry I burnt them a little bit. I did the best I could, and I already know what you’re gonna say!” She spoke before daydreaming of her dating sim.

 Honey grabbed a cookie while Renge was distracted, and took a bite.

 “She wasn’t kidding, these cookies are really burned.”

Mori immediately took the cookie from honey.

 “Don’t eat that Mitsukuni, it's bad for you.”

 Renge yells in embarrassment, scaring the small blonde.

 Among the chaos Haruhi takes a cookie as well and eats it.

 “They’re not bad at all, they’ve got a good flavor to them.”

Her face slightly messy from the cookie, left an idea in the twins head.

 “May I try?” Hikaru whispered, tilting Haruhi’s head up to take a bite of the cookie.

 “Uh oh Haruhi. You’ve got crumbs on your face.” Kaoru stated before moving closer to lick the crumbs off her face.

Tamaki is now fuming.

 “Did you see what they just did! He took a bite of it while it was in her mouth! The other one licked her face. I told you they’re shady twins! They can’t be trusted! They tried to seduce her!” Tamaki shirks.

 “And suddenly the trio of classmates are closer than before.” Kyoya teased, causing Y/n to chuckle.

  “Looks like Tamaki has competition.” Y/n spoke through laughter.

“You know, you could’ve just told me and I would have wiped it off. And if you wanted to try one there’s plenty here.” She gestured to the container.

 “That’s not the way you’re supposed to react Haruhi! You have to stay strong and reject them, then causally brush them to the side! Do you understand!” Tamaki scolded Haruhi, pulling her away from the twins.

 “This is sexual harassment senpai.” She told the blonde.

 “Sexual harassment! If this counts as sexual harassment then they’re twice as guilty! Someone called the police!” Tamaki spoke, annoying the twins.

“Cut it out boss, we’re sorry.”

 Y/n pulls Tamaki away from Haruhi.

 “Stop bugging Haruhi.” Y/n sternly told Tamaki.

 “But-“

“Luke warm.” Renge grumbled.

 “What?” Y/n turns towards the angered girl.

 “Every single one of you! Except Kyoya, all of your characters are lukewarm! Each of you needs some sort of dark side, you understand? Girls are vulnerable to handsome young men who are troubled. If you keep carrying on like this, it’s only a matter of time before the girls grow tired of you and stop coming all together.” She yelled, throwing everyone for aloop.

 “Are you trying to ruin my precious Kyoya’s business? As your manager it’s my duty to change your character backgrounds.” She turns to look at Honey and points at him.

 “Let’s start with you.”

Surprising the small blonde.

“If all you are is cute on the outside and cute on the inside then you're no different from a baby!” She tore into Honey with no remorse.

 “From now on you are the baby-faced thug!”

 She points to Mori.

“And Mori-senpai, you’re his childhood flunkie.”

She turns to the twins.

 “The twins basketball players who are enslaved in their world.” 

Next is Haruhi.

 “Haruhi, you’re an honor student who’s constantly getting bullied.”

“And for you Tamaki, you’re the school idol who is admired for your good looks but you actually have an inferiority complex hiding from the world. The lonely prince.” She eagerly turns to Kyoya.

 “Ah and kyoya you're perfect just the way you are now. So I want you to stay as kind and affectionate as ever, kay?” She smiled.

  “Thank you, I’m honored.” He politely smiled.

The whole interaction left a bitter taste in Y/n’s mouth.

 “What about me?” He asked.

Renge turns her head towards the male.

 “What about You?” She spoke. annoyed with getting interrupted.

“My role.” Y/n dryly replies.

“Oh right…” she muttered, looking up and down at the male.

 “Fine then, closeted gay best friend.”

“I-.. alright then.” Y/n walks away from the two.

 Hikaru grabs Kyoya's attention.

“Come on Kyoya senpai!”

“You’ve gotta do something.” Kaoru begs.

 “Why? Seems like the boss is up for it.”

 The twins turn to see the blonde strutting and posing, imitating a lonely prince.

 “How does this look Renge? Do these poses work for a lonely prince?” He muttered.

“Oh wow you’re pretty good at that, but it would be more effective in the rain.” 

“Let’s just wait and see how this turns out. I bet it’ll be interesting. It always is.” Kyoya spoke, with a small smirk.

The next day, the back of the school is covered in movie cameras, the staff rushed back and forth to set up new sets. And with Renge barking orders with a microphone, of course taking the role of director for this movie shoot.

 As it goes on the club re-enacts the script for the camera. With the lack of Y/n who is no longer part of the movie due to… creative discourse with the director.

 His new job is basically just an intern, Grabbing food and drinks for anyone.

 It’s now break time for everyone.

“How did we go from changing characters to shooting a movie about it?” Hikaru states.

 “And why is there an entire film crew here to shoot it?” Kaoru adds in.

“Apparently, she flew them in from Hollywood. Don’t you recognize the director? He directed the vampire movie, Millennium Snow. It was number one in the grossing box office hit in the past year.” Kyoya answered simply.

“And another thing, how come this stupid script portrays Kaoru as the pitcher.” Hikaru complains

 “Yeah.”

  “What does that mean?” Haruhi spoke puzzled at their wording.

Y/n starts laughing.

“If you don’t know then never mind.” The twins responded.

Y/n turns to Haruhi still giggling.

“It- its. When two people love each other- pfftt.” Y/n could barely get through the explanation.

 “I don’t get it.” Haruhi who is now more confused than before.

“Pitcher?” She muttered.

In comes the lonely prince.

 “Haruhi! So how was I? Did you like my performance?” He spoke with a cheerful tone, head covered by a white towel.

 “It was pretty awesome. I’m surprised you were able to get into your character like that. You were really believable.” She praised The prince.

“I’ve discovered a new darker side of myself, I’m starting to think it might be a good idea to explore it. Hm..” Tamaki spoke.

 “Are you sure about that? Because I think you’re fine just the way you are Tamaki senpai.” This statement causes the blonde to flush beet red and look away, averting his gaze.

 “Uh.. you do? Well, if you say so, Haruhi.” He muttered.

  Y/n hums, and smiles, at the sight.

“Hey Haruhi! You’re on!” Renge yelled.

 “Coming!” Haruhi quickly responds.

“Over here! These gentlemen just agreed to make a special appearance in our film!” She spoke excitedly.

Behind her were two intimidating men with clearly raging daddy issues.

Y/n watches Renge explain the next shot. He tilts his head towards Kyoya.

 “That’s not gonna end well.” Y/n tiredly states. Kyoya smiles In amusement.

 “Whatever do you mean?” 

Y/n just blankly stared at the male, before Kyoya side glanced Y/n

 “We’ll just have to see what happens.” He spoked.

 And as luck would have it the shot went wrong , the two men being stereotyped provoking them causing Haruhi to take the hit, his back hitting the hard brick wall, causing her to hunch over with her eyes tearing up.

 Tamaki saw what was happening and pushed one of the guys up to the wall.

 “Which one of you jerks started it?” He spoke through gritted teeth.

 “You know sometimes I wish I was wrong.”

 Y/n spoke, with no reaction to the fight.

“You were pretty convinced I was engaged with Renge.” 

“Confused is a better way to describe it, and also that it’s not all that common for arranged marriages to happen out of the blue.” Y/n spoked, not really sure why he was so bothered.

 “If you say so.” 

“You, please tell me you got that camera man!” Renge spoke.

“Other than the contact, that final scene was ideal! All it needs now is a moving narration by my sweet Kyoya!” 

But before she could get a head of herself a harsh glass shattered got her attention. She turned around to see Kyoya holding a rock to a now smashed camera lense.

 “Why did you do that to my camera!” The guy yelled.

 “What is wrong?” Renge asked, practically given a kicked puppy look.

 “I’m terribly sorry I cannot allow there to be any record of a club member engaging in violence.” He narrowed his eyes at Renge.

 “I think you’ve caused enough trouble around here Renge, please stop being such a pest.” He spoke bitterly, poisoning his ‘polite’ attitude.

Y/n is staring at kyoya. Simply mesmerized by his actions.

“A-a pest! But you’re supposed to pat me on the head and tell me not to worry! You’re supposed to be kind and affectionate Kyoya! Why are you acting so differently now? Tell me why!” Her heart sinking in her chest.

 “Because that’s not the real Kyoya.” Tamaki spoke behind her.

 “Huh?” Renge is still processing The news.

 “Does it really matter? Who cares if Kyoya is a little different than what you expect him to be. Take a good look at the person inside and get to know them little by little. It's a lot more fun that way.” Haruhi spoke honestly, tugging on everyone’s heart strings.

As the day ended, and the camera left as quickly as they came, the hosts went to their respective homes, leaving Y/n and Kyoya in the host club room. Y/n sitting cross legged on the ground working on his science homework, while Kyoya typed away on his computer.

 The sunset leaves a comfortable warm color to everything it touches.

“You know you don’t have to stay after club hours with me Y/n.” He calmly spoke, still looking at the screen.

 “I am aware of Kyoya, but I needed to work on homework anyways.” Y/n sighs and leans on the front of the sofa Kyoya was currently working on.

 “And besides. What would you ever do without, little old me, by your side.” Y/n teased, while stretching his back at a poor attempt to fix years of bad posture.

 “Most likely finishing my work faster.” He muttered before going back into his work. 

 “What are you even working on this time kyoya.” Y/n asked, science homework completely discarded now.

 “I’m editing Renge’s movie project.” 

 Y/n stood up from his rightful place on the ground and looked at kyoya’s screen.

 “Wow, that crew truly did a good job.”  Y/n said. Leaning closer to see better.

 “What else would you expect from a Hollywood production team?”

 “Still can’t believe you broke that guy’s camera.” Y/n smirked before sitting down next to Kyoya.

 “I mean, now that I think of it, that does seem like something you would do.” 

 Kyoya paused briefly before talking.

 “What do you mean?”

“Well you breaking the camera lenses felt very on brand. I can't really explain it.” Y/n looked around as if physically searching for the right words.

 “It’s just everything you do, especially when an issue arises you always seem to quickly and efficiently tear it down as fast as it comes. You know?” Y/n quickly paused before slightly flushed.

 “Sorry, I'm rambling haven’t I?It's probably annoying to hear.” Y/n stammered, feeling guilty for talking for too long.

“No need for apologies, I don’t mind it at all.” Kyoya mumbled, focussing on the laptop.

  Y/n sighed, and packed up his bag.

 “It’s getting late, I should go home.” Muttered stuffing his bag haphazardly into his bag.

 As he gets to the doorway he turns to look at Kyoya.

 “Can I ask you one thing?”

Kyoya looks up from the laptop.

“What do you need?” He questioned.

“Try not to drive yourself mad with work again, I'd rather not deal with the club on my own.” Y/n joked with some underlying truth.

 Kyoya smiled.

“You have nothing to worry about, and besides, I've been finished for a while.”

Y/n stood still for a moment before chuckling.

 “You truly are a work of art, aren’t you kyoya?”  He grinned and left Kyoya alone in the room with a small smile on his face.

The next day arises and the club seems to be more packed than usual.

“I bought the film you made!” One girl spoked 

“I bought it too!”

 Tamaki, now confused, asked one of the girls.

 “You did?”

“That scene in the rain was just phenomenal!” 

Tamaki turns to Kyoya.

“Kyoya?”

 “I may have broken the camera's lens but the footage that was already shot wasn’t damaged. But naturally I did cut that one violent scene. Sales have been pretty good so far, and the Hollywood team did a fantastic job. But that is to be expected.”

“So this is what you meant by interesting.” The twins spoke.

 “It’s best to have as much money we can have in the club’s budget.” Kyoya spoke casually in his notebook.

 “What else would you expect from kyoya?” Y/n joked.

“Good day everyone.” Renge spoke.

 “Wait, I thought you left for France by now.” Y/n asked

Renge starts going on a rant that lasted longer than needed, however it ended in Renge confessing to Haruhi, which no one expected even Haruhi.

 “Come on Haruhi, let’s go to my house and play some games together! I think  it’s time you get to know me better.” She spoke swiftly, dragging Haruhi away.

Of course once again Tamaki was less than pleased at this reveal.

“But I thought you wanted Haruhi to have Haruhi have a friend, to embrace her ‘femininity’ and what not.” Y/n looks at the blonde.

 “Well a female companion, not a girlfriend!” He spoke.

 “A friend is a friend.” Y/n said egging Tamaki on.

Tamaki turns towards Renge and Haruhi with tears in his eyes.

 “No wait, don’t take Haruhi away from me!” He begged the two.

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