#i do have another button who is in love with glitch and her name is hannah!! but i didn’t have enough room for her on heredjfbjdjdjd

[storiesofsvu]

A Dangerous Game Ch 12

Emily Prentiss x reader Warnings: language, alcohol, mentions of smut.

I promise y'all I AM putting the read more's in, this hellsite is glitching still...

While Sacramento had once been on your list of travel destinations, you hadn’t wanted to be exploring the city’s streets solving a string of murders.

The upside: the team had taken down the unsub in a matter of days meaning you’d make it back home for the weekend.

The downside: the jet was being serviced and wasn’t available until late Friday morning and you were stuck another night.

Everyone had split off but with a little bit more energy left you and Morgan found the closest dive bar to the hotel with a pool table and cheap beer, alternating between who was paying. You’d just missed your third shot in a row, letting out an annoyed huff before swiping your beer off the side of the table and chugging half of it back.

“You’re off your game Wilson.” Morgan teased, easily sinking his shot, “ya pent up or something?”

“Oh I’m sorry did you already forget about the fact that you booted me in the ribs earlier today?”

“I was aiming for the unsub!”

“Well your aim sucks. And you should be picking up the entire tab tonight.” You scowled in his direction until he finally missed a shot.

“Tell me something, why’re you so grumpy? Weren’t you the one complaining about being stuck in DC? We’re in sunny California and you’re frowning. Or is this about your so called enrichment time?” He waggled his brows in your direction and you scoffed with a roll of your eyes.

“I get plenty of enrichment time.” You stated, stepping up to the table to unfortunately miss yet another shot. Your words were true, it was just that this week Emily was stuck back in the office with extra administrative duties. There was no point in Vegas being a thing if she wasn’t in the field with you.

“Yeah? What’s her name?” Derek grinned.

“Your mom.”

“Very funny Wilson.” He shook his head for a laugh, “and I’m serious, you need to get out more.” Extending the pool cue he went to prod at your ribs and you let out a shriek before he sheepishly backed off with an apology, having already forgotten again.

“I get out perfectly fine.”

“Yeah, coffee with Garcia, farmers market with Prentiss, babysitting for JJ and third wheeling my dates. How many phone numbers did you get that week?”

“Nine.”

“And how many have you called?”

“One.” You half confidentially replied, hoping he would drop it.

“Savannah doesn’t count.” He chuckled and a puff of air blew through your lips as you dropped against a chair behind you. “C’mon, I know a perfectly pretty girl who’d love to go to dinner with you.”

“Oh Derek… please… no.” You eyes widened slightly, shaking your head and he chuckled, pulling out his phone and firing off a couple of texts.

“Tomorrow’s Friday, you always say all you do Friday nights is take out and tv.”

‘And Emily.’ You thought, glancing away as you tugged your lower lip into your mouth. Your moment of distraction had Derek thinking you were considering it, clapping you on the shoulder when his phone pinged.

“Perfect! Look, six thirty at Monocle!”

“Ugghh!” Groaning you pushed off the chair, grabbing his arm to drag him off to the bar, “you’re buying me tequila shots.”

*

Back in DC Emily was working late, which honestly she wasn’t surprised at, extra admin duty plus signing off on any paperwork from the Sacramento case the team had sent over already. Not to mention she wanted to get it all done by the end of day tomorrow, to not have to drag it into her weekend, she had plans.

Since the floor was basically empty and she was in the privacy of her own office she figured she’d get comfortable, her blazer was tossed over the back of a spare chair, her sleeves rolled up and a couple extra buttons of her shirt undone. She’d also pulled her hair up and if you asked her what was in her coffee mug she’d be lying when she told you it was coffee. With a soft sigh, she scribbled a signature onto the last page of the case papers and went to flip the file closed when a loose piece of paper from the back went rogue, shooting across her desk. Picking it up her brow furrowed, quickly reaching out to her phone, swiping up to your contact.

‘Why is there an incident report on my desk?’

It took a couple of minutes, she glanced at the time to do the quick math in her head as she tried to figure out what time it was in California and finally her phone buzzed.

‘Cause Morgan doesn’t know how to aim his kicks.’

‘Where’d he get you?’

‘Ribs.’

‘Please tell me it was your good side…’

‘Oh but that would mean luck was in my favour.’

‘You okay?’

‘EMT’s did a check, should be bruised but fine, just wanted to cover all my bases in case something flairs up.’

‘He better be sucking up.’

‘He’s currently kicking my ass at pool.’

‘Dick. Tell him he should be letting you win.’

‘He can pay my tab. I really just want to get home. It’s weird without you here.’

Her lips curved up into a grin and she felt her entire body relax at the unwritten words in your sentiment and that you were un injured enough to be out and not curled up with an ice pack. Her mind began to wander, wondering if maybe this weekend you could go out rather than do the usual take out, she’d just opened a browser on her phone to look up fancy at home date night meals, her mind still full of images of you when her ears picked up the sound of high heels approaching her office.

“Hey.” Penelope greeted and Emily glanced up, shooting her a grin, “am I interrupting?”

“No.” She shook her head, locking her phone and dropping it onto her desk, “what’re you still doing here?”

“Lost track of time going through the unsub’s hard drive and then I noticed you were still here and I knew you weren’t going anywhere anytime soon, so…” She held up the bag of take out, “figured I’d order for two.”

“You’re an angel Garcia.”

“Oh I know.” With a proud smile she moved through the room while Emily cleared off her desk so she could unpack dinner. “Also I won’t tell if you won’t.” She pulled down the side of the bag to reveal a bottle of wine and Emily chuckled.

“Way ahead of you.” She gestured to her coffee cup, earning a laugh from the other woman. A comfortable small talk over took the office as they began to dig into dinner, little bits of playing catch up and almost gossiping about the team and most recent case.

“You have plans this weekend?” Penelope asked and Emily nearly groaned.

“I dunno…. I mean I’m still trying to decide between home cooked, take out or going on for dinner tomorrow. It’s not like it’s hard!”

“Well if you’re cooking, make sure you’ve got everything in your fridge already, cause you’re not gonna want to stop after work tomorrow to pick things up. I’d go take out, privacy of your own apartment but quality food you don’t have to worry about cooking and both of you can choose exactly what you want.”

“What’d you mean both? I don’t let Sergio order himself a human dinner.”

“You think I didn’t see you smiling like an idiot at your phone when I walked in? Not to mention you haven’t been in the field all week so I know the bruise on your tit isn’t from a punch.” Emily gasped, her hand shooting to clutch the sides of her shirt together, attempting to do up a button with one hand while Garcia chuckled, “and actually, now that your hair’s up I can see the fading one behind your ear. I’d place money down on the bet that there’s at least one on your inner thigh too.” She smirked and Emily blushed a deep shade because there certainly was one on her thigh, and it wasn’t exactly fading yet despite being a week old.

“Thought you weren’t a profiler.” She grumbled, finally admitting defeat and using two hands to redo the button.

“I’m not but I’m surrounded by them all the time, and because I’m not you guys have a tendency to let your guard down a little bit when it’s just little old me. So… who is she?”

Emily sighed, letting out a small groan but when she looked over at Garcia she saw her eyes full of hope and excitement, a warm smile on her cheeks. The girl loved love, and loved seeing her friends happy even more than that, she just wanted to be supporting, an ear to listen so Emily shook her head with a grin on her lips.

“Girl I met at a bar a few months back.” It wasn’t a lie, so why did she feel so flustered about the entire thing?

“You take her home that night or wait til the third date?” Penelope asked with a grin and she laughed.

“Technically we didn’t make it out of the bar…”

“Oho… you’re naughty.” She giggled over a bite of food, “so how long have you been together then?”

“Oh! We’re not— it’s not— uh… no.” She fumbled, “just sex, strictly sex.”

“Must be good then. Because you have been like, blissfully fucked recently.”

“Penelope!”

“You sure it’s just sex? That’s how all these things start off…”

“Yes.” Emily laughed, doing her best now to keep her guard up.

“How often do you two see each other?”

‘Oh only Monday to Friday nine to five not counting trips out of state, Saturday afternoons together and countless hours in the bedroom each week.’

“Once a week…” Emily strained, “dinner, drinks, you know… we usually grab take out, watch a movie or something.”

“And you like her…”

“Well obviously!” She chuckled once again, “it’s not like I’m going to let someone I hate into my apartment. And before we play twenty questions, she’s nice, sweet, gorgeous, a great cook with even better choices of take out, I’m pretty sure she’s Sergio’s favourite person—”

“Sounds like she’s your favourite person too.”

“I—” Emily bit at her thumb, if she admitted it to someone else it meant admitting it to herself and she wasn’t sure if she was ready for that yet, “she could never replace you Pen.”

“While I appreciate the sentiment I highly doubt you right now Agent Prentiss.”

***

Emily had managed to duck into the break room right in time to find you on your own, rinsing out a Tupperware container from lunch.

“Hey, glad I caught you.”

“Did I miss some paperwork?”

“No.” She laughed softly, “I know it’s your turn to buy tonight but I’m stuck in a craving of either Thai or Indian, what’d you think?” Her smile faltered on her cheeks at the way your eyes widened.

“Oh fuck me…” you muttered, “I totally forgot to tell you, I can’t tonight, I’ve got a… thing, tomorrow maybe?”

“A thing?” She raised a brow and you groaned, wincing when you spoke.

“Morgan set me up on a blind date…”

“That’s his way of making up for kicking you in the ribs? Good luck.” She teased and right as you opened your mouth to reply Spencer rounded the corner, greeting both of you before turning to Emily and beginning to ramble off about a theory for a case leaving you to freely slip out of the room.

*

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been on a date, or at least an actual date. After Skylar there had been a couple of girls here and there in Jacksonville but nothing ever stuck, nothing was ever meaningful or substantial enough to bother continuing on. You found yourself digging through your closet for almost an hour before you finally found clothes that were appropriate to wear. At the very least, Derek had given Maya your number and you’d been able to hash out the details for tonight and exchange pictures so you weren’t going in blind.

Monocle was by far fancier than what you’d expected, it was lavish, five star rating, and the prices on the menu were far beyond what you would normally be willing to pay. You couldn’t help but let out a tiny sigh, if tonight went well, if Maya seemed to be worth the effort, would you really have to be getting all dolled up for too fancy places for weeks on end? You already missed take out on Emily’s couch in sweatpants where you didn’t have to care about what you looked like, where you were completely comfortable with each other already. You knew each other’s history, flaws, favourite shows, preferred drinks, you didn’t have to sit through this boring awkward small talk over drinks. Entrée’s had been ordered, Maya had started on the appetizer while you chose to just continue to pick at the bread basket, doing your best to contribute to the conversation.

If she had asked, you would’ve lied, but you were a hundred percent profiling her right now. She was nice enough, she’d already insisted she would take care of the bill, her dress was well fitted, a high end brand, same with the jewelry, she held herself with confidence, almost too much though. She could hold a good conversation, but it was almost stale, like she was only spewing off things she knew would be impressive, things to show off with, there was no full bellied laughter, no smiles that crinkled her eyes, smirks as she teased you with a glimmer in her eye. At first you thought she was just lacking personality, and then it dawned on you.

No matter how hard she tried, she would always be lacking something.

She wasn’t Emily….

*

Emily thought that maybe a free Friday night would be a good thing, a nice chance to relax by herself, do some self care, have a nice meal. Instead she was reminded as soon as she got home about Garcia’s comment, there certainly wasn’t anything in the fridge she wanted. She didn’t have it in her to try and choose where to order from so she tossed a frozen ravioli into the microwave for dinner, pouring herself a hefty glass of wine. She settled at the kitchen island, blowing on the pasta in an attempt to cool it down when Sergio jumped up on the counter.

“I already fed you.” She grumbled but did give him a scratch behind the ears and he sat down on the counter, looking between her and the empty spot across from her before he let out a particularly loud meow. “What?” She laughed over a bite.

“Mrroooww.” He looked again toward your spot at the island and she huffed.

“Relax buddy, she’s not coming tonight.”

“Mow?” His head tilted.

“I know, it sucks.” She sighed once again, she knew there was a chance you’d gone on the date just to get Morgan to shut up, but something was still irking her, she was so used to having your company on Fridays. It helped the entire wind down for the week, not having to do it alone, not to mention it was your turn to pay this week.

“Meoow?” Sergio plopped down onto his side, baring his stomach as if he was demonstrating exactly why you should be there instead.

“I dunno, she’s out with someone.”

He let out an almost annoyed purr, rolling back onto his stomach as he glanced between the two sides of the island, meowing in Emily’s direction.

“Stop asking me questions I don’t know the answer to!” She mumbled, taking another bite of food.

This time Sergio got up, wandering over to her with an extra loud meow before he head butted her chin.

“Oof, jeeze bud.” She began to scratch at his head as he continued to yell “I know, I know, it’s not fair, she should be here. Friday’s are our days.”

And there it was, she had basically said it out loud.

“Fuck…” she muttered, Sergio mewling up at her once again, glancing between her and the ravioli she wasn’t eating. “You really want this? It’s disgusting…”

“Mow.” He nearly nodded and with an eye roll she slid the container in his direction.

*

You had your phone on the table just in case something happened, but to be polite you’d stashed it underneath your napkin. When you picked that up to wipe off your hand your eyes darted toward the screen, the only reason it was alit was the brief touch from the back of your hand, nothing was going on. Maya let out a little chuckle,

“Everything alright over there?”

“Yeah.” You mumbled, eyes still on the screen almost trying to manifest a message popping up when you realized you didn’t actually need a real message and picked up the device, “but, work…” you feigned a wince, “never ends.”

“Must be nice.”

“What?”

“Having a guaranteed get out of jail free card.” She stated with an amused grin, folding her hands under her chin.

“You’ve lost me.”

“With a job like yours, you can use it as an excuse to get out of basically anything you don’t want to be doing. You’re seeing someone, I get it.”

“No! I— that’s not, I’m just distracted tonight.”

“Because you’ve been thinking about her since you walked in the door.” She stated plainly, surveying you for a moment, “let me guess… it’s been going on for a while but you both insist it’s only casual, nothing serious, maybe even secretive. But now that you’re out with me on an actual date you’re realizing that you’re wishing it was her on this side of the table instead of me?”

You paused for a moment, your brow furrowing in her direction across the table, “I thought I was supposed to be the profiler…”

“The psychiatry degree comes in handy once in a while.” She shrugged, flagging down the server as they walked passed, asking for a couple of take out containers, “take your food to go, enjoy what’s left of your night.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” She smiled softly, “no point in wasting time, right?”

“I’m so sorry…”

“Don’t worry about it.”

*

Emily, completely unable to stop thinking about the fact that you were out on a date with someone else, that there was a chance you were going to spend the night with them, had decided to start deep cleaning her apartment in a feeble attempt to distract herself.

Rock music played through the apartment, a little louder than she would normally have it, trying to drown out her thoughts as she went. She’d finished the kitchen, clearing out the fridge and freezer, already having taken out a couple loads of garbage. Now that she was into the living room Sergio seemed to want to help, continually jumping up onto whatever surface she was trying to polish no matter how many times she dropped him back to the floor. Clearly she wasn’t the only one affected by your absence tonight. She sprayed the tv with Windex as Serg began to slink between the picture frames and artificial plants on the television stand, meowing and purring as he went. He reached the end, turning around to do it again and gave a little extra sway of his back leg, effectively kicking off one of the plants and sent it to the floor where it shattered.

“Sergio!” Emily yelped, scolding him again before she scooped him up to lock him in the bedroom while she cleaned it up to make sure he didn’t step in any broken ceramic.

Letting out a weary sigh she grabbed the broom and dustpan, starting to sweep up the dirt and little pieces, she was sure she was just sweeping dirt and faux leaves when something clinked against the metal dustpan and her brow furrowed. She tilted the dustpan a bit, shifting the dirt and a piece of silver buried amongst the black caught the light in the room, glinting right back at her. Her body shifted into high alert, her heart jumping in her chest as she shifted it again, metal glittering back at her and she was thoughtful enough to keep her mouth shut. Squatting down her fingers shifted through the dirt until she managed to pick it out and her suspicion was confirmed.

It was an audio bug. Someone had been in her apartment, more importantly, someone had been listening in to everything that had been going on in her apartment. Letting out an internal swear she suddenly remembered the night at Rossi’s when she’d found her window cracked open. Whoever had planted the bug had been listening in for months. She practically jumped out of her skin when her phone rang, ringtone blaring through the apartment effectively stopping the music and she dropped the bug back into the pile of dirt.

“Hello?”

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[madness-poison-chat]

Welcome Home: Everything I found + some thoughts

This is my first proper post on this site. And after getting past the frustrating sign-up stuff, I really like this site. I'm planning on putting my toon skull on my pic for recognisbility, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

You all came here for Welcome Home's secrets, and here I will provide.

-There's an eye on the rock Wally's sitting on, which looks creepy. (And between us I find that looking at Wally's staring images are terrifying when on-website).

-All of the character voices rock. My favourites being Sally (she's my beloved), Howdy ("How's about a cauffie to keep ya goin' at the pahty?") and Poppy (Bri'ish + she makes chicken noises when flustered; great work).

-The crayon gifs lead to audios of Wally being his Other Mother self. It's possible that they're snippets of a full conversation he's having with someone.

-The interview segment has YouTuber Night Mind playing the guy asking questions. If you don't know who NM is, he's known for the little act of... Oh I don't know, ACTIVATING THE WH HYPE TRAIN?! Yep; supporting the supporters! (Wonder if MatPat will make a cameo?)

-On the exhibition page, if you click the word "answer" you're lead to a picture of someone's struggle to find a password and a strange red safe. The sage's numbers are replaced with symbols relating to the characters (awesome code there). It asks for a word password.

-Around all the pages are insect gifs. If you press them, you're lead to footage of...stuff, with the characters chatting off-screen. Here's the twist: at the end of each video, even though he shouldn't have any relevance, the characters call for Wally. At that point, the audio "base clefs" and the video glitches (spooky). I think these are live feeds into the WH world through Wally's eyes.

-Here's where my mind got stupid: these videos are all named "answer", and with the safe from before, I expected visual/dialogue clues to reveal the code. In one video, there's a nine-by-nine grid (like for the buttons), and in another Julie lists her favourite colours (I thought they related to the code grid or the spheres in Poppy's grid). Turns out though- I'm stupid.

-The real password involves answering the questions on a sheet in the exhibition area (of which will be ease to answer if you read the character bios). If you take the first letter of each answer from 1 to 5 (all in caps), you enter the "staff only area". (Here we go...)

-The text on the top of this page is written by someone on the WHRP describing their declining sanity as they hallucinate Wally at their bed-end and their endless questions about Welcome Home. This is no doubt the person Wally is trying to talk to in those audio recordings.

-And here's one final thing I think not many lore-scavagers have found... If you hover over the photos on the Staff Only page, you can more clearly read the letters in them. And one of them mentions how the black "paint" on the shipped merch shouldn't be touched by human hands lest they get nausea and hallucinations. This reveals 3 things.

1: The "paint" is of supernatural nature.

2: With the ooze below Home in the neighborhood, it's clear that IT's very real and in control of the "barrier".

3: It's extremely likely that our protagonist's night terrors were triggered and are still being fueled by the ooze.

So that's all I have. But one final thing I'll say here is that Welcome Home's plot reminded me of something I loved, but I couldn't remember until now: Coraline. Both stories centre around a surreal sub-world full of childhood desire, the inhabitants of both worlds are desperate to have the protag stay (forever), both worlds have dark and sombre secrets beneath them, and both of their main "threats" are the most desperate for the protag, but hint at something else forcing them to do this (or something controlling them in some way).

Anyway, that's everything I have for this looong blog. Stay inky Mes Amis. -💀🖋️

#welcome home #wally darling #documentation #first post #sally starlet #wh wally

[echoequinox]

POKEMON DIZZY PART 4!!!!!

(Parts 1-3 are here :3)

With the path south open I bumped my way down to Vermillion and poked around a bunch. Grabbing the Old Rod from this guy made me go back to Cerulean to do the Old Rod quest and I started working on quests in Vermillion as well, lots of back and forth fetch-questy stuff but it felt good

I also used the PokeRadar to find a Fletchling, which meant this bad boy got me a quest to show off a Water/Fire type AND to trade in Cerulean to grab Bulbasaur! Which I fused with another Fletchling to make Fletchsaur but he was too ugly to put on camera 😔

Slowper is different though :) He deserves lots of screentime

And now I'm aboard the S.S. Anne! I did a lot of running around, back to Vermilion and Pewter City and shit for quests before finally making my way here. I cleared out every room I could find in the ship, just kind of grinding my way through guys, and my little waifish trainer is between these two big sailors 😳

Also this is the Super Nerd who gave me the dome fossil back in Mt. Moon! He gave me the claw fossil this time :)

Interrupted some Girl Bestie Moments on the expensive cruise ship... 😳

AND THEN....... IT'S HOUDINI TIME

I love the fact that the rival and most of the gym leaders have really excitable, upbeat looks and Daisy's face is just SHADOWED like there's nothing behind those eyes, Quinn is full puppet-master mode at this point

AND THEN! An uneventful bit and then I fought Lt. Surge as well! I wish they'd made the trash can buttons a little less shitty but. That is truly the Vermilion Experience, I suppose.

AND I beat him first try 😎 It helps that I had Bellrow as my ground sweeper but also Polichu came in and did some work too

From finishing the S.S. Anne I got Cut, and for finishing Lt. Surge's gym I got the ability to use the HM Teleport! Which is just fly! So I've just been bouncing all over the place cutting trees and shit.

First was Pewter City where I got my dome and claw fossils resurrected, AND there was a lady in the back who asked me to help her get some Old Amber in Viridian Forest. It was overrun by Beedrill so we had to take them out 💪😤

I thought it was funny to see that someone just had a Pokemon named Sandra. :)

Earlier I caught a Buneary through the PokeRadar, and I thought "man that would be a fun Gardevoir fusion, but I'm terrified Lopunny would be too sexy..." But I decided to try anyway, and... my god.

MY WIFE. QUINN SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL... I considered switching her back, especially because Normal/Fairy is a pretty mid combo and doesn't give any STAB bonuses to Psychic moves but...... I want to keep her for a bit. Aftercare for Daisy's excruciating spider hypno antics

Also I found an egg in the Dark Cave and when I had it in my party it came up on the Teleport HM quickbar?? I thought that it was maybe an Abra in there but later it hatched into a Machop/Geodude which was lame and I boxed him lmao. Just a glitch I guess

I WAS TERRIFIED SHE WOULD BE TOO SEXY,,, BUT LOPVOIR IS SO FUCKING MOMMY IT'S UNREAL. SHE'S... SHE'S MY WIFE. MY GIRLFRIEND. MY DOMMY MOMMY-

It took me a couple tries entering and leaving but I did make it through Dark Cave and made it to Lavender Town! Always loved the aesthetic and the custom music they have for it has a sort of Minecraft-y vibe to it.

Also this kid said that the odd keystone let him talk to his dead grandma 😨 So I snatched that shit up and I'm gonna make a Spiritomb >:3

Earlier I grabbed the shears outside of Pewter City and I just got the pickaxe as well, which are little HM tools so I don't need to actually have a Pokemon with Cut or Rock Smash. Which is nice!

Also. I'm sorry for who I am as a person but this is kind of a weird kink run. I kind of really enjoy the idea of Daisy as the team's HM slave. Like realistically Quinn is the trainer and Daisy is there as more of a figurehead kind of thing so her being the one to use the HMs is very funny and makes sense to me.

Also I played so much blackjack... bro I love blackjack so much, I would absolutely gamble irl if I had any less self-control (the hypno girl has self-control, shocking, I know)

Took me a little while to grind out all the trainers (because I really like that it gives incentive to fight AS MANY as possible, not just for EXP but for potential trades, gifts, and rematches too!) but I made it to Celadon!

First I found a DITTO in a trash can!! Incredibly sad but mine now :) I'm gonna have a whole team of Gardevoirs lmao

I also really like this lady! She just kind of lives alone and has her Pokemon take care of her which I think is really cute.

Daisy 🤝 Her Pokemon Symbiosis

Also I just wanted to point out the writing in this game. As a creative writing major, I wanted to say that it's really neat what they did! The lore and gameplay interweave and make a lot of sense together, and also like! Writing for small text boxes is HARD. Big studios get around it by just. Making text boxes bigger, or text smaller, but being forced by constraints of an existing engine, and making it flow and feel good and funny and in the spirit of the original games takes some doing, AND it always feels like they inject a bit of their own personal character in as well.

(Like in addition to this funny rat line, there's a couple TV lines where it's like "There's a sitcom playing. The laugh track lets you know it's funny." and "There's a political debate on TV. ...Well it's time to get going!!" and it's always very fun)

I ended my adventure here at Celadon shopping center and my CURRENT TEAM IS THUS:

The Growlpix is the only thing that may go, as I may fuse Gardevoir with either an Arcanine or Ninetales depending on how I'm feeling.......

I also wanna start doing more LORE for Daisy and Quinn, like how I did this little lore post about how Daisy looks after the first couple of gyms.

I think maybe after every two gyms, something about Daisy changes to accommodate Quinn. The first two gyms saw Spider Quinn where she was mostly Spinarak and Ariados, and her spider-web puppet strings created psychic scarring along Daisy's arms and fingers to make her look more like a marionette, and I'm thinking perhaps this new bunny look may influence her as well in some way... we shall see.

#personal #pokemon infinite fusion #echo plays pokemon infinite #pokemon dizzy

[pinkfey]

i was tagged by miss maia @trvelyans my beloved, thank u so much my dear!!!!! here are some of my side detectives/buttons <333

tagging: @waspgrave, @magebastard, @anoras, @illusivesoul, @daggerslesbian, @bioticbarbie, nd anyone else who would like to do this !!!

top row: honey hudson, brie graham, henrietta mendes

bottom row: audra wiseman, catarina (kitty) wiseman, daisy (day) wiseman

#if i ever stop making honey in picrews assume i’m dead xoxo #me realizing brie and day have almost the exact same hairstyle and outfit: hm. gonna ignore that. #if any1 is curious abt the wisemans: it’s audra x kent; kitty x rosy; day x sally #i do have another button who is in love with glitch and her name is hannah!! but i didn’t have enough room for her on heredjfbjdjdjd #anyways.txt #thank u again maia 🥺🥺🥺 #tag game #ch: honey hudson #ch: brie graham #ch: henrietta mendes #ch: audra wiseman #ch: kitty wiseman #ch: daisy pattinson

[mindblindbard]

I must say. I ABSOLUTELY LOVE your work. I was so connected with Button and you made everything so amazing. So like bravoo!!!! What I wanted to ask whatsoever was.... How do you think Ro's would react when jealous? It's always a good way to stir things ;)

Sally: Is immune to jealousy. She and Button have been joined at the hip for most their lives, and they often know each other better than they know themselves. Some interloper thinks they're going to turn Button's head away from her? Please. Sally pities the deluded fool.

Grayson: Another one who doesn't really get jealous . . . unless he reaches out to hold Button's hand and discovers that they seriously want to reciprocate the other person's attentions (in which case, he brings it up when he and Button are alone, because part of him will always be a teensy bit worried that Button might prefer to be with a non-Ment). Otherwise, Gray remains polite if someone hits on Button. After all, he can't blame them for having excellent taste.

Kent/Kenna: K's jealous behavior is actually shown in-game as of Chapter 10! K gets passive aggressively territorial--slinging their arm around Button, acting protective, and even (deliberately) calling the person in question by the wrong name.

Glitch: Not the jealous type, but does believe in taking precautions by reminding Button that they're clearly the superior choice when it comes to romantic partners. Good luck flirting with Button while their significant other is reciting love poetry every other sentence and clinging to them like an over-attached koala.

Rosy: Rosy doesn't get jealous. Rosy gets revenge. Luckily for would-be flirters, Rosy has a death glare that preemptively stops most from making what would be the biggest mistake of their lives.

#Mind Blind #RO reactions #slightly tongue in cheek about Rosy #slightly not #reactions would also depend on Button's personality #for example the ROs wouldn't get jealous of a naturally flirty Button #since that's just part of their personality

[bubblegumbeech]

My first Phic Phight fic!

For @ecto-american’s prompt

His name was Danny.

That was the first thing he knew for sure was true, when he had first woken up it was what everyone called him, and it fit just fine, wasn’t something off or uncomfortable so he let it settle over him before he tried to speak.

His voice didn’t come at first, and it hurt to try so the nurses made him promise to take it easy for now, to sit back and listen. So he did.

He listened as the people around him spoke at length about how much they missed him, about how they couldn’t wait to get him home again, about how glad they were he’d survived.

The loudest and most talkative of the people that visited him and called him Danny, was a large man in an orange jumpsuit that went on long enthusiastic tangents that Danny had long stopped paying attention to. He was almost always with a smaller, authoritative woman named Maddie, who insisted He call her Mom. They told him they were his parents.

They told him they loved him.

And then they told him everything else.

The first time Danny remembered something it was with excitement, he was still in the hospital room and between the visits from the men in the starched white suits, his parents, and the doctor, he had been wrestling with the feeling that something was missing.

It had only been when Maddie had finally taken off the hood and goggles of her jumpsuit had Danny gotten a flash of familiar red hair and asked, “where’s Jazz?”

His heart buzzed at the question, sure, so sure that it would get answered, that he had remembered something.

But both Jack and Maddie had just looked at him, disappointed, and he couldn’t bring himself to ask again.

Eventually, once the doctor declared him competent and unlikely to slip back into his coma, his parents had taken him home.

There were streamers all over the house and a giant party banner that read “Welcome Back” in thick black lettering and Danny forced out a small smile as he looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings. Maddie walked up behind him and he flinched, his body acting before his brain could catch up.

She had frowned at his reaction, and when Danny, stuttering, tried to apologize she said it was okay, and with a tightlipped smile, she pulled him into a hug.

He forced himself to relax, frustrated with himself. This was his mother, there was no reason for his instincts to be so afraid. Jack had joined the hug and eventually Danny found himself relaxing for real, sure maybe getting his memories back was a slow uphill climb, but at least he wouldn’t do it alone.

Eventually his parents let him go and told him he was free to walk around the house and reacquaint himself with it. His room was the first door on the left upstairs, the bathroom was down the hall and the basement, apparently, was off limits.

So Danny went upstairs into his room. It looked something like a teenager’s room he supposed. There were the posters hung haphazardly on the walls and they were torn at the corners as if someone had ripped them all off the walls before hastily taping them back up. The bed was made too, and there was a lot less dust than he was expecting after being gone for a whole month.

In fact, it looked like he’d cleaned and organized the whole room before he’d fallen into his coma and Danny didn’t know why, but that thought set him on edge. Maybe he was just an organized person?

It was just… he didn’t feel very organized.

He kept looking around. There was that feeling that something was missing, something important to him, and he walked over to the nightstand by his bed. Placing a hand on the polished wood Danny fought the flash of a model spaceship that appeared in his memories. It wasn’t here though and Danny frowned. Was that something else he’d thrown away and simply forgotten?

Shaking his head Danny headed back downstairs, maybe he should just ask Jack, er, his dad? He should really get used to calling them mom and dad. But before he headed down he went to the room across from his and knocked.

Maybe he was being foolish, but he had expected someone to answer, had a name even come to mind. When no answer came he opened the door himself only to find a storage room, nothing but shelves and boxes and Danny scolded himself for the painful ache he felt in his heart.

It was another week before Danny had another memory, and just like the last two, it didn’t fit quite right. Like a piece from another puzzle jammed where it shouldn’t fit. So he’d asked Maddie.

“Sam?” she’d said, a carefully blank look on her face, “Oh! I remember Sam, she was an old friend of yours you used to talk about her all the time. Shame she moved away.”

And just like that, he’d had his answer as ill fitting as it was. Sam was a girl he knew that moved away, the memory he’d had, of her crying face screaming at him to stay awake just stay awake damnit, was probably from a long time ago. The pain he felt in his chest -just to the right of his heart- at the thought of her not being near and that he’d probably never see her again? That was nothing important.

It was another couple of weeks of sleeping in that house, waking up and going downstairs to eat with his parents, to chat about memories he didn’t have and tell stories he never resonated with, before he woke up screaming for the first time.

Maddie had instantly run into his room, Jack not far behind and Danny scrambled away from them both. His mind filled with images of painful green light and the ominous glint of red goggles twisting his reflection in their lenses as they looked down on him.

His parents had pushed past the barrier of pillows and blankets he’d made and pulled him into their arms, rocking him and shushing him until eventually he’d tired himself out from crying and fallen asleep again. The nightmares returned.

Eventually Danny stopped asking questions about his memories.

Either they were incomplete, fragments of something real that had been twisted in time, or they were wrong entirely, figments of his own active imagination. He’d never had a sister, they insisted. It was his mother, Maddie that had stayed up late some nights to help him with his homework and bake him safe, edible cookies as a reward. Tucker was a kid he knew at school, yes, but he’d moved away years ago and they hadn’t spoken in person since.

He had blue eyes, when he looked in the mirror, not green.

It was frustrating, being unable to trust himself- his own memories. If it was anything more than broken, incomplete fragments he’d have argued, insisted they were real.

But then again, he also had memories of Maddie leaning over him, scalpel in hand to cut away at his flesh. And he knew that couldn’t be true; the woman that smiled every time he came downstairs, called him sweetie and kissed him on his forehead every night, wasn’t the monster in his dreams. She couldn’t be.

So he ignored them.

He ignored the moments of instinct when Maddie or Jack went for a hug or a kiss and he flinched, ready for an attack. He ignored how he never seemed able to give a straight answer when they asked about his day, even if he hadn’t done anything interesting at all. And he ignored his nightmares, stuffing towels under his doorframe to muffle the sounds of his screams. There was no reason to keep waking up his parents like that.

But no matter how much he ignored, he compartmentalized, or he forced himself to smile, to hug back, and to spend time bonding with his parents, he never felt safe. Maddie insisted that he was, of course she did, this was his home. But even as he smiled and agreed and let her hug him again, he wanted to leave.

This time his dream wasn’t a nightmare. No scary, well lit labs with beakers and glowing buttons, or disgusting, painful flowers shoved into his mouth. Instead there was the ticking of clocks, rhythmic and constant. A gloved hand gently soothed his hair back, and Danny’s fear seemed so far away.

It was the first full night of sleep he’d had since he’d gotten “home”.

That morning he’d asked for an analogue clock. His parents had been confused, but they acquiesced easily and took him to the store to pick one out. The one he’d ended up choosing was a large ornate antique with little clockwork gears and a loud tick. He was excited to put it up in his room, right above his bed.

He slept better after that, and some of the tension that had been building in the house eased.

His dreams were still mostly nightmares, attacks by inhuman ghostly figures were the most prominent. But they didn’t leave the same bitter aftertaste, fear and uncertainty as the ones with the table, the scalpel, and the round, red goggles.

But now they were interspersed with better ones, fuzzy hugs and fields of blinding white, sitting in a garden pruning flowers as a soft, familiar voice gave him instructions, playing video games as the player character, confident and excited with a familiar presence at his back. And his favorite ones, the ones in the clock tower with the hooded figure and his soft smiles. The ones where he felt safest.

The ones that couldn’t be real, not if what his parents told him was true.

The next time they went out as a family after that Danny had wanted to go to a garden, and while at first Maddie was hesitant, Jack had insisted the great outdoors were perfect for helping him recover properly. Danny had been thrilled and hugged both of them in thanks, their answering smiles were soft and Danny had the thought that it had been some time since he’d seen those smiles reach their eyes.

Danny had a video game he apparently liked to play called Doom, and he was pretty good at it, judging by the level of his character. When he tried to message either of the two friends he had on his contact list though, the game glitched and his info got deleted. Frustrated he tried to reboot the system but the game itself had somehow gotten corrupted and there was no hope in recovery.

Just another thing that was apparently important to him that he’d destroyed or couldn’t find.

The worst was the time he woke with Maddie sitting next to him in his bed, she had a troubled look on her face and he didn’t know what it was he’d done wrong. Had he screamed in his sleep without knowing it?

“Danny honey,” she had said, looking over to him but not meeting his eyes, “do you remember what you dreamed about?”

He’d answered no, he hadn’t, which was mostly true. The only thing he really remembered about his dream was the feeling of safety and the ticking of a clock.

It took a month for Danny’s parents to feel comfortable leaving him alone in the house in order to go to work. He watched them walk out the door, fending off forehead kisses and muttered reassurances that they’d be home soon to check on him and that he should call if he needed anything, anything at all.

Once the door clicked shut however, the smile dropped off of Danny’s face and he set his eyes on the one thing he’d wanted… no, needed to do since he had that first nightmare.

He went to the basement.

The feeling of going down the stairs stumbled over a vague, blurry memory and Danny felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand. This was just to be sure, just to prove to himself that all those dreams, all those nightmares he’d been having since his parents brought him home, were just that, nightmares.

He opened the door at the bottom of the stairs, confused when there was no lock, no resistance at all. Hadn’t they said he was banned from being down here? Why wouldn’t they lock it? Even Bluebeard locked the door his wife wasn’t supposed to enter.

The basement was…

A basement.

There were no spooky ominous beakers of strange and unrecognizable fluids, no haphazard lab equipment lying around without safety devices, nothing sterile or blinking and there was certainly no large metal table to strap someone down on.

It was just a normal basement with boxes and a desk, some chairs, a couple of old pieces of random furniture and Danny let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. This meant that Maddie was right, they really were just nightmares, probably some subconscious latent fear of going home with strangers that he couldn’t remember. That was all.

So why did he feel disappointed?

The next week was full of Danny waiting for his parents to leave before exploring the house more thoroughly. More than once he’d gotten caught in a half remembered routine that didn’t actually fit with his surroundings. Like bracing for a fight every time he opened the fridge, or expecting another flight of stairs after the second floor. Once he’d even risked going outside for a walk, trying to find his school based on half remembered directions that only served to get him lost.

It was a new routine that Danny found himself thankful for.

Not that he didn’t love his parents, he did! But for some reason, when they were gone, and it was just him with his space posters and his ornate ticking clock, and the piles of modified schoolwork that was supposed to help him when it was time to reintegrate into school, he felt a lot more relaxed. More carefree.

That was why, when he’d found the picture, it had felt like his world had crashed around him.

His parents had come home to find him sitting in the middle of the basement, tears long dried, and with the picture clutched tight in his hands, crumpled now with how long it had been.

“You lied to me.” he accused once they were within earshot. He didn’t have the energy to speak much louder than a whisper, but it seemed to echo in the silence nonetheless.

“Danny-boy we can explain-”

“No!” Danny shouted, getting to his feet, “You lied to me .”

Jack flinched back and Maddie stepped in front of him, protective, as if somehow, out of the three of them Danny might be the threat. He growled.

“I trusted you to tell me the truth, I trusted you with my memories, memories that were lost to me . I had a sister! You had a daughter . She existed, she was real, she’s in this photo! Smiling! ” Danny couldn’t hold back the tears anymore, it was all too much. To know that the girl in his shattered memories, the one with the soft hugs and the floral scents, that baked him cookies and held him when he cried at night, was real. And that she was gone, erased by the people he was supposed to be able to trust.

He moved to storm past them, to go upstairs or maybe even outside and look up at the sky and try to make something of the twisting, knotted mess that was his emotions, his mind, his everything right now. But Maddie grabbed his arm before he could, tears spilling from her eyes.

“We didn’t want to hurt you Danny.” she said, voice soft and broken, “we didn’t want to give and then take away.”

She pulled him into a hug and Danny didn’t bother to struggle or try and break out of it, just let her cry into his shoulder as he stood there, waiting for his own tears to dry.

The next day Jack and Maddie left for work with more reluctance, neither one willing to leave Danny on his own again. But worry didn’t pay the bills and whatever it was they were doing at their job, it was clearly important. That was something Danny was starting to remember, all the things that were more important than him.

Danny went to the library this time, determined to start figuring things out on his own. His parents had said that his sister, Jazz, had died in the accident that had put him in a coma. They said they didn’t want to hurt him, or risk him not wanting to recover his memories if they were painful and that grief was difficult to deal with even without the head trauma and emotional conflict.

His parents said a lot of things, Danny was starting to realize. And almost none of it could be trusted to be true.

The first thing he did was look for a death certificate for his sister, Jazz Fenton. After hours of searching, reading every single name that existed in every obituary for this town in the entire month when his parents claimed the accident had happened.

But there was nothing. Nothing at all.

So next he looked up phone records. Any Tuckers or Samanthas he could find, but he couldn’t remember their last names at all, just what they looked like.

How they had been crying over him.

He didn’t know if he believed that they’d just moved away. Then again, it was becoming increasingly clear that he didn’t know what to believe, if he believed anything at all. By the time he’d gotten home it was late, and his parents were already there.

At first they didn’t believe he was just at the library “trying to catch up on stuff” but they calmed back down once he’d shown them his library card and snapped that if he couldn’t even do that much why did they bother bringing him back from the hospital at all.

Dinner had been a quiet affair.

It took another week of library visits and recurring nightmares of dissection tables and glowing ghostly figures that attacked him before Danny gave up on finding out anything about Sam or Tucker. But he still didn’t stop searching for Jazz.

There was something almost obsessive about his search for her, he just couldn’t let it go. He had to know where she was, and if his parents, against all odds, hadn’t lied to him about that ... Well that was something he’d have to come to terms with when he came to it, not before.

He started scouring the Internet for her name desperate to find something, anything on her. And eventually he did.

There was an old article, from at least half a decade ago, that had her picture under the title “Four Teens go Missing in wake of Fenton Investigation”.

Next to her were two equally familiar pictures. Sam and Tucker… and then Danny himself.

Scrolling, desperate to find something, anything to add up the memories he was getting into a clear picture, he began to read the article.

In wake of the Investigation into the Fenton‘s possible abuse, Danny Fenton (15), his sister Jazz Fenton (17), and two friends Sam Manson and Tucker Foley (15), have seemingly disappeared.

The discovery came shortly after Jack and Madeline Fenton were released on parol and allowed to return home to spend time with their children since no physical proof could be found of any alleged wrongdoings.

What could have caused their disappearances remains a mystery. The prevailing theory is that they were involved in a cult that may have demonized the Fenton parents due to their controversial occupation as “ghost hunters”. Another popular theory is that the children fled the results of the case, afraid of the alleged illegal experimentation. Other theories include kidnapping, witness protection, the possibility of murder, and tying up loose ends.

Will we ever discover the truth? It remains to be seen.

Ghost hunters …

Danny felt his stomach drop, a wave of nausea rolled through him and he had to fight off the urge to relive his lunch.

Experimentation?

Nightmares and half remembered memories started clicking into place, finally , and Danny couldn’t stand it. Why were the only answers that made sense the ones that hurt the worst?

Would it have been better if he’d just let it go? If his memories never returned at all? If he just kept living, eating homemade cookies and flinching from hugs until eventually the itch underneath his skin dulled and he could just be happy as he was.

He closed the tab.

There was no one home when he got there, and it gave him the chance to pack what little belongings he had that held any meaning to him at all. The motions were familiar and he had the faintest feeling he had done exactly this before.

Maybe he had.

He’d made it out the front door by the time his parents pulled into the drive.

There was the urge to run, to go back inside and hide and pretend he hadn’t been doing exactly what they caught him doing. But he was tired. He was so tired of feeling wrong and scared and uncertain and never knowing why.

So he held his head up as they got into the car and approached them with their hands raised, cautiously, like he was a wild animal they were afraid of spooking.

Was that what they thought he was?

“Danny, we can talk about this,” Maddie said, beseeching.

He met her eyes with his own. “Will you promise not to lie anymore? I don’t even know how old I am-”

“You’re fifteen son-” Jack interrupted, lying again.

“I was fifteen five years ago!” Danny yelled, his hand tightening into a fist, “I found the article! I read about the case! Five years ago.”

“Danno…”

Oh, he was crying. It was novel almost, Danny had thought he was too tired to cry, that there wasn’t anything more that could hurt him enough to create such a response and he didn’t quite know how to react to it.

He raised his hands awkwardly to scrub the tears away and stepped back, frightened, when Maddie tried to move closer to comfort him.

“Stay back! Stay back…” he looked at his hands, they were young hands, his reflection too, hadn’t changed from the picture in the article at all. Experiments. “What did you do to me?”

“It was an accident.” Jack said, before Maddie stopped him with a gentle hand on his arm.

“We didn’t know Danny. How could we have?” She said, keeping her distance, cautious. “We tried to fix it-”

“Fix what? ” He hissed, “you haven’t told me what happened! You haven’t told me anything!”

“You!” Maddie finally snapped, tears falling heavy down her cheeks. “We were trying to fix you… but it wasn’t working and you just kept getting sicker… weaker… we had to stop.”

It was too much for her, and she turned away, leaning into Jack’s large frame as he comforted her. “We didn’t want to lose you, Danny.” He said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You already did.”

Danny left his parents there, crying on the driveway of a house that could never have been a home. He had a clock tower to find.

#Danny phantom #Phic Phight #Phic Phight 2021 #fanfic #my fic #Bee’s writing

[neonacity]

Black Daisies: Chapter 1

“Only the dead have seen the end of war.”

An NCT mafia AU with OT23. 

Summary: Working for the mafia comes with many layers. There’s excitement, violence, loss, and betrayals. Yet there’s also friendship, family, loyalty, and code. The last thing it needs? Love and all the complexities it brings. 

TW: violence, death, mentions of drugs and other illegal activities. If you’re uncomfortable with any of these, feel free to skip. 

Author’s note: This is purely a work of fiction. In no way am I supporting all the illegal activities and behaviors that might be mentioned in the story nor am I implying that any member of NCT acts whichever way I may write them here--they’re all sweetiepies that need to be protected! 

That’s all! Enjoy! 

Slight static sounded from the earpiece as the woman behind a computer pressed a small button to activate it. A few miles away from her, the same low hum could be heard from the ear of a young man as the line came alive. The boy barely moved from the shadows where he was crouching, his head twitching just a little bit at the alert. 

“Haechan, target just entered from the main hall, door A,” a voice sounded from the small electronic bud attached to his ear. His eyes lifted to look at the shadowy pillars above his head where a quick glint of light confirmed that another boy hidden there heard the same words. 

“Got it, noona. Plan C?”

“Plan C. Where are Jisung and Chenle?”

“Two floors down from us. Jaemin’s with them. Renjun’s done with the wires.”

“Jeno, you good?”

Up above the rafters from Haechan’s head, a darker shade of shadows moved. The metallic glint flashed again, followed by a low sigh that could be heard from the earpieces of the two people involved in the conversation.

“So I can’t use my gun again?”

“No. I already told you, right? What’s family rule number 2?” The female voice answered from the other end of the line, a tinge of laughter lacing her tone. Haechan giggled softly from beneath the rafters, enjoying the banter. 

“....we don’t shoot people in the head and kill them.” 

“That’s right.” From her screen, the woman’s eyes followed the movements of their targets as the man boarded the elevator that would take him straight to the penthouse of the high rise building. Her nose wrinkled a bit as she watched him wound his arms around two giggling women who look half his age. 

Disgusting. 

“...there’s something we can do though…”

Haechan tightened the scruff of his gloves as he heard the soft hum of the elevator climbing closer to where he and Jeno are. He smirked slightly to himself as the welcome ding from the penthouse reverberated just one floor below them.

“We put them in their right place.”

“Good luck, boys.” 

A soft buzzing sound indicated the earpiece temporarily being turned off the same time loud explosions sounded from the floor and roof of the penthouse.

“Noona!” 

I whipped around on my creaky swivel chair to face the group that just bounded through the door, wide grin plastered on my face. The blonde boy who called my name closed the distance between us with his long, excited strides, cheeks plump from his smile. 

“Look what I got you! Pretty nice, eh?” He asked with pride as he took a seat beside me, opening his palm to show a blood red stone nestled there. I moved a little forward to squint at it before gingerly picking it up. 

“Red diamond. I think two carats, at least. Wow, that’s impressive, Chenle! Thank you.”

The boy’s grin widened as he turned to the others who just settled on the scattered chairs and bean bags across the plain cement floor. 

“See? I told you she’d like it!” 

“We almost got busted because he wanted to take it.” Another boy with light purplish hair piped up from one of the bean bags on the ground. It’s adorable how only half of his body could fit on it, leaving him with no choice but to splay his long legs on the floor. 

“Did not.” 

“Did yes.” 

“Shut up, Jisung. You’re just jealous I’m the one who got it for her tonight.”

I chuckled from my seat, rolling the princess cut diamond against my palm. The kids always do this--if it’s not Chenle who is giving gifts from their little rendezvous, it was the others. It was a sweet act, at least if anyone counts out the fact that it came from ransacking a high profile businessman’s penthouse.

“Who wants some ramen? I’m starving.” A black-haired boy asked from across the room where a counter was set-up to serve as the headquarters’ kitchen. Five heads whipped up and gave various forms of yes, making him turn towards the group, one hand on his hip. 

“Yah, Lee Haechan. Help me cook.”

A groan sounded from the leather couch as the boy in question winced at the request.

“But I’m tired. I detonated two bombs today!”

“And I had to unlock three high-security safes. Come on.” 

I chuckled as I watched Haechan pull himself up from the couch, his boots still on. Three consecutive beeps from the monitor behind me made me turn back towards the table again, fingers tapping over some keys to review the message.

“Noona, how about you? You want some?”

“No, thanks, Jaemin. Just ate,” I flashed him a quick smile before turning to read the notification on the screen. Slowly, the corners of my lips lifted into a full grin as my eyes finished scanning the words. 

“127’s back from Tokyo. They got the goods well and secured.”

“Whoah, really? I gotta ask Mark-hyung if he was able to get me my favorite chips!” A boy with black and white hair said as he swiped his phone up from the back of his pants pocket to send a quick message. Beside him, Jeno propped his head up from one of the love chairs, looking at me. 

“Who sent the message?” 

“Doyoung.” 

“Did he--”

“P.S. Tell Jeno I got him the silencer he wants,” I read the closing note on the message with an amused eye roll and a smile. Jeno gave an excited whoop from behind me, clearly excited over his new toy. 

I quickly shot a reply to the message, making sure to give them a quick update from my end. A green logo flashed after I hit send, a special kind of cyber filter that automatically deletes all traces of conversation that passes through my computer at my command. My eyes registered the familiar three letters before it flickered and glitched to black. 

NCT. 

For anyone living a mundane life, those three letters might be senseless. However, it’s a different case altogether for anyone who is in any shape or form involved with the underground. It’s a name that is often said in low whispers of reverence… or spat with spite. Whichever of the two, the name itself only means one thing to those who know it: the top mafia group ruling the underground of Seoul--if not the whole of Korea. 

The “family,” as I’d  like to call it, is divided into three different smaller sub-groups of varying specializations and activities. First is 127, the primary group in power over Seoul. The unit specializes in drug dealings, assassinations, and smuggling of firearms, and its members are also the ones managing the many businesses (both legal and illegal) falling under the protection of NCT. As the group with the most experienced members, they are also the ones who often go across countries like Japan where they also have their own hold. Limitations and Prohibitions: none.

The second group; Dream. Despite having the youngest members, the sub-group also has its own chokehold over the city of Seoul. Specialization: Heists and Ambushes. It doesn’t matter if it is a high-tech bank or a high-walled fortress like Alcatraz--once Dream sets its sights on a bounty, they’ll make sure to get it. Limitations and Prohibitions: no killing allowed. 

Finally, the third cluster: WayV; the current ruling crime group of China. Specialization: Organized Cyber crimes and biological warfare . While the sub-group has its original roots in Korea, it didn’t have any problem taking over Beijing’s underground in a few years time. They are considered the visionaries of the family--always one step ahead when it comes to anything technology touches and influences. Limitations and Prohibitions: none.

I leaned back against the chair and gave a soft sigh. Compared to the others, I don’t have as much exposure to the so-called thrills of the job. Still, I do admit that being the eyes and ears of the whole group is not a leisurely walk in the park. It’s been a few months of being temporarily assigned to Dream, but with 127 back, work will surely double again in no time. Not that I’m complaining with how well the job pays, of course--I did get a blood red diamond today, after all--but things sure can get tough sometimes. 

Lifting my arms up, I gave myself a well-deserved stretch before kicking back from the desk. The smell of ramen hit my nose, making me smile. Another day, another job well done. 

“Hey Jaemin, changed my mind about that ramen. I think I’ll have it after all.” 

Chapter 2: Overture

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[blobbyclouds]

Hello I love stuff! So I remember that you headcanons about the main 6 realizing that they're in a game. Can you do headcanons for the main 6 actually appearing in the real world and meeting the player? Imagine the chaos that would ensue when they come into contact with modern technology.

But like... really imagine it. Really just think about playing the game one day and POOF your fav LI is sitting beside you, completely real and a little messy as they look at you with wide eyes

Also, for the sake of these headcanons we’re going to say the LI is aware that they were in a game :) (because I don’t feel like dealing with any existential crises)

Warnings: none!

-Asra Alzanar-

Definitely the most chill about popping into another world. Pretty normal stuff for him when spells go backwards 

You on the other hand backed up against the wall like a blushing mess while he calmed you down as quickly as he could. He was calmer than you simply because he’s always sensed that there was more to the mc in the game than what met the eye

Asra was a fast learner as you taught him all about Earth 

It was interesting, to say the least, having to explain Asra’s presence for the few weeks he was with you before the spell wore off. Luckily, by saying he was an exchange student and using a few deception spells, it was no problem

Sorting out his fashion sense was interesting too

“No, Asra, you can’t wear mystical robes or magical amulets to the cafe.”

“But… magic is my thing.”

“But magic isn’t a thing here.” 

He ended up playing with a lot of different styles of our world and unfairly looked amazing in all of them??? He’s aesthetic in everything??

Always sweet and affectionate, touching you in some way because he can’t really believe he gets to the meet the real you <3

Whenever you went out, he liked to hold your hand

He really liked getting to learn about your life outside the game, like your hobbies, school/work, and other such interests

He was really happy to meet your friends and family, sizing them up to decide if he completely trusted them to take care of his darling apprentice

If you come from a bad home or anything, it’d break Asra’s heart and he’d do literally everything in his power to help you. And with any other problems in your life, he’d put his heart and soul into helping you too

When he had to leave, he taught you a special way to make the game glitch so he’ll know that something is really wrong and he’ll come to the real world asap 

-Nadia Satrinava-

More than a little surprised that Asra’s spell landed her here 

You two made eye contact and it took you both a second to process what was going on

“Oh. Good evening, Nadia. What brings you here?”

“Good evening. It seems Asra’s spell has landed me in your home world.”

And then the “??!!?!!?!?” feeling hit both of you and you went into extreme planning mode

In a few minutes, you two had figured out when Asra’s spell would wear off and bring her home, a cover story for Nadia’s stay, and had everything planned perfectly because y’all are a power couple

Nadia had a bit of a rough first day with technology and no servants to help her figure all this new stuff out

The first time she saw a car was when you were walking outside your house, and she yanked you behind a bush because she thought it was some sort of monster

She was super flustered when you explained it was just a car, but you insisted you thought it was sweet of her to “protect” you

Nadia felt really bad about not being able to pay you back for your kindness and tried to make up for it by being helpful around the house

No matter what type of wardrobe you have, Nadia helped plan your outfits for the few weeks she was there

You two went shopping once and she managed to get a bunch of deals 

Yeah, she’s better at sweet talking and bartering than you’ll ever be :( 

She wanted to know all about your interests and hobbies, they’re all fascinating to her 

She gives the best advice and listens attentively to any of your problems 

Have any toxic friends? Rude family members? Teachers or bosses making your life miserable? Nadia will verbally demolish them and make sure you’ll be treated well after she’s gone

When she eventually had to leave, she left you a sweet letter to read whenever you’re sad

-Julian Devorak-

Pure utter chaos when he first pops in

You’re yelling, he’s yelling, everything is a mess 

Eventually, you both calm down though and manage to talk things out, Julian rambling so quickly you can barely understand him

The two of you manage to figure out that Asra’s spell will last a few weeks. So, in the meantime, Julian is stuck with you 

At first he acted all confident as he tried to convince both himself and you that he had this entire situation under control 

That is, until he stepped into the kitchen and nearly caused three disasters in five seconds 

You gave him a crash course on Earth and he literally took notes and made flashcards that he would randomly look at as you showed him around

When friends and family began to question his presence, the both of you had this elaborate story about how Julian was a childhood friend who was stopping in town to meet up with his family. There were character names and everything, y’all really got into it

He’s fascinated by the medical advances in the real world and loves all those hospital shows like Grey’s Anatomy. You two are definitely going to spend some time cuddled up on the couch watching those shows

He was so excited about seeing everything and kind of frustrated he couldn’t get you anything as a way to repay you for taking care of him and being such a good teacher in general

He actually picked a bunch of flowers for you, and while you’re certain he stole some of them, it was a very kind gesture

If you got sick at all during his stay, he’d go into doctor mode and nurse you back to health 

He was constantly making plans to spend every single second he could with the real world version of you, so that he could return to his world knowing as much about you as he could 

-Muriel-

When he simply appeared in your room you two silently stared at one another for a very long time and then began to panic

Muriel was more flustered than you because it took him a second to realize he was right in front of the real mc, the real version of you 

You managed to calm him down though, and after that it was pretty smooth sailing

Muriel was not a fan of the attention he got for his height whenever you two went out to malls or other such public spaces 

It was just a lot to process. You both knew each other, but Muriel’s mind couldn’t quite process the real world version of the mc he knew so well and you couldn’t quite believe that Muriel was here in real, 3-D form

It was even harder for you because everyone wanted to know all about him and kept asking all these questions him 

That’s why you spent the majority of your time in less public spaces or just stayed home and enjoyed things like baking, video games, and movies 

Muriel really enjoys farming games like Stardew Valley and Animal Crossing and he’s really good at them too 

Is 100% down to be a listening ear for all your real world problems

He feels a little guilty that he’s known you for so long, yet this is the first time he’s been able to help you with your real life problems

So he plans on being as helpful as he can be for the few weeks he’s with you and insists on helping with any chores around the house

When he had to leave, he tried to stay calm, but the moment you started getting upset, he’d get upset too

He left you a wood carving of one of your favorite things, like a favorite animal, favorite character, favorite something that would mean a lot to you and show you there’s always of part of him with you 

-Portia Devorak-

When Portia suddenly popped into existence beside you, you were both surprised, but like, too shocked to properly freak out?

“Oh. Hello, Portia.”

“Oh. Hello to you too. You look a little different… where are we?” 

You managed to get in a pretty calm explanation about where she was and a bit of info about the modern world before she started freaking out

She was stuck here for two weeks and neither of you knew any way to get her back to her own world, so you decided to just go with it

Portia was mystified by all parts of modern life

Her favorite things are always the clothes and the food

Technology low key scared her for the first few days, but you helped her adjust

Her favorite thing is ordering stuff online because there’s so much cool stuff!!! And she can get it all in the click of a few buttons!!! So cool!!!

She always links your arm with hers when you’re showing her parts of town so that the two of you can’t get separated 

She’s pretending to be a good friend of yours who is coming from out of the country and will be staying for a few weeks 

You two do a lot of baking and Portia only starts one, little fire by using the microwave wrong :) 

If you have any big problems in your life Portia is an absolute sweetheart about them. She listens perfectly and will give you all the advice and comfort you need

She’s such a cheerleader and gives you a bunch of compliments and support that she can’t give to you in the game

When the time came for her to leave, she wrapped you in her arms and wouldn’t let go until Asra’s spell pulled her back into the game

After she left, you realized she had secretly made you a cute stuffed animal version of Pepi just for you <3

-Lucio-

S c r e a m i n g

He got really defensive really fast because he was so confused

You confused him because you look a lot like the mc in the game but, since this is the real world you, you look recognizable but different

You had to carefully pry the make-shift weapon he had grabbed and explain who you were and what you thought had happened 

After that Lucio chilled out but was still a little on edge

With all the technology you showed him he either loved it or hated it

Itty bitty phone screens that don’t respond to his metal hands, somewhat larger tv screens that are as confusing as Asra’s magic, and dumb people called Siri who can’t understand him? Stupid

Super fast cars and speakers that blare music? Very cool

He wasn’t the best at hiding the fact that he’s from a game and almost let it slip a few times

So you have to dive into the conversation to assure this random stranger that no, your exchange student is only joking about being a count, isn’t he hilarious???

Give him a sharp elbow in the ribs to shut him up, works 9/10

He loves movie theaters so much and will beg to go there all the time while he’s with you

He’s always very touchy because this is probably the only time he’ll get with the real version of you, and he wants to savor every bit of it

He’s an extremely picky eater and seems to only like the food you make

While spending time with the version of you in the game is always fun, it was always wonderful to get to meet the real you. A few weeks didn’t feel like nearly enough time to get to know you 

He acted like going back to the his world wasn’t a big deal up until the last second when the spell started pulling him back. Then, blinking away tears, he wrapped you in a far too tight hug that was surprisingly comforting

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[whimsicallyenchantedrose]

Dead Man’s Cell Phone--Chapter 2

Summary: When Emma Swan starts getting phone calls and texts from an unfamiliar number, she decides to check it out–only to discover the number belongs to a Killian Jones, who was killed in a robbery gone wrong six months ago.  With some help from a medium, Merlin Emrys, Emma hopes to find out why a dead guy is contacting her–and why she feels such a strong pull to someone she has never met before.

Rating: K+

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Welcome to my entry for the Captain Swan Supernatural Summer! A big thank you to @cssns​, the ladies on the Discord!  Thank you also to @eastwesthomeisbest​, my artist and my beta @veryverynotgood​!

Other Chapters: Prologue 1 3 4 Epilogue 

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"So after the phone calls, the text messages started coming," Emma said, settling into her best friend's plush sofa.

"Texts?" Mary Margaret asked curiously before taking a sip of her tea. "What kind of texts?"

It felt like Emma had known Mary Margaret forever. Both girls were placed in the system at young ages-Emma, because her parents abandoned her on the side of a road as an infant, and Mary Margaret, because her parents both died of illness. They ended up in the same group home, and quickly became the best of friends. They were closer than sisters until the day Mary Margaret was adopted by Cora Mills, and then eventually, Emma was fostered by Ruth Nolan.

Even after being placed with other families, Emma and Mary Margaret kept in touch-letters, phone calls, even the occasional visit. On one such visit, Emma's foster brother, David, was home from college, and as soon as he and Mary Margaret met, it was love at first sight.

They were so in love it was honestly a bit nauseating.

When they got married fresh out of college, Emma couldn't be happier. She'd always considered Mary Margaret her sister in all the ways that counted, and now they truly were.

There was no doubt about it - Mary Margaret Nolan was the person Emma was closest to in the entire world, and so it was only natural that when the weird stuff with the cell phone started happening, Emma decided to discuss it with her.

"Weird ones," Emma answered, taking a sip of her own hot cocoa with cinnamon. "Stuff like Help! or You're the only one who can save me!. And then some of them were even stranger. Just...random letters and symbols, almost like someone was randomly pressing buttons on a keyboard."

"So what did you do?" Mary Margaret asked, sitting on the other side of the sofa and turning toward Emma.

Emma shrugged. "I tried answering at first. You know, you hear about people who are abducted and, like, stuck in a basement for years and stuff like that. I kept thinking, what if someone really needed help and I just...ignored them?"

"And what happened when you answered?" Mary Margaret asked.

"Nothing," Emma answered before taking another sip. "No answer, just another cryptic text several hours later. Finally, I decided I'd had enough. Either someone needed help, or someone was messing with me. I decided I'd call the number, decide whether I needed to help them or tell them to go f-" She stopped, glancing over at Mary Margaret's toddler playing with blocks nearby. "Well, go do something not at all child-friendly to themselves."

"Let me guess, your call didn't get through."

"Nope," Emma confirmed, "but it was even weirder than that. I dialed the number just after receiving a text, but it went directly to voicemail."

"But that's not possible!" Mary Margaret exclaimed.

"Right?" Emma said. "So I tried to ignore the whole thing. Maybe the phone was just...I don't know..glitching or something, although I don't know how a technological glitch could make phone calls and text someone. Anyway, for some reason, I just can't let go. Even though I don't know him, somehow I feel a...connection...to this Killian Jones. I just-I don't know what to do about it."

Mary Margaret was silent for a moment, taking several sips of her steaming beverage, before turning back to Emma with a cautious look in her eyes. "There is...there is another possibility, if you have an open mind."

"Just how open are we talking?"

"Pretty open," Mary Margaret said. "What if-and just hear me out, I know this is crazy-what if Killian Jones is contacting you from beyond the grave."

"What, like a ghost?"

Mary Margaret shrugged. "I mean, I know it sounds crazy, but why not? One of the other teachers I work with was talking about this medium. His name is Merlin Emrys. Supposedly he can contact the dead and see ghosts and stuff like that."

"A medium? Seriously?" Emma asked, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow. "Mary Margaret, you know those people are frauds. It's all about researching their marks ahead of time and then cold reading them. They're only in it to bleed as much cash out of vulnerable people as possible."

"I know it sounds crazy," Mary Margaret conceded, "but what if it's not? I've thought about going to him myself. If I could just talk to my parents one more time-make sure they're okay, make sure they've moved on, or whatever happens after someone dies. Well, it would provide a lot of comfort."

Emma's heart turned over, and she took her friend's hand. She knew how much Mary Margaret missed her parents. It was different for Emma. She'd never known her parents, only knew they'd tossed her out like garbage. She wasn't sure she even wanted to find them.

"I know you miss them," Emma said.

"I do," Mary Margaret said, "but that's not the point. The point is...what do you have to lose? Maybe this Merlin is just a quack like you said, but maybe not. Maybe he could be the key to unravelling the whole mystery."

Emma was silent for a moment. It was crazy; she knew it was. A medium wasn't going to give her the answers she needed if all her bail bonds tricks had failed her, but what the hell?

"Fine. I'll go see Merlin," Emma caved.

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Emma's eyebrows rose as she took in the small, ranch-style house Mary Margaret had directed her to. She was skeptical before seeing the place, but now-now red flags were going up everywhere.

There was a huge, gaudy sign out front that read "Merlin, the great and powerful. Wizard of the unknown and medium of the great beyond." The sign-indeed the entire front of the house-was decorated with all kinds of astrological signs and symbols.

Was this guy even for real?

Emma seriously considered turning around and getting back in her car, but she'd promised Mary Margaret she'd at least check this Merlin out and give him a chance, and Emma was a woman of her word. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

A moment later, an older man with longish, thinning gray hair and a rather unkempt gray beard opened the door. He was wearing long robes. Really playing the part, apparently.

"Merlin Emrys, I presume?" Emma asked as the man welcomed her inside with a sweep of his hand.

The man chuckled. "I'm afraid not. I'm merely his apprentice. Who might I tell Merlin is calling?"

Emma cocked an eyebrow. "You mean your all powerful boss didn't see me coming with his second sight or whatever?"

Emma stepped inside and the apprentice shut the door after her. "My master isn't clairvoyant. He merely has the ability to speak with the dead."

"Right," Emma said, not even trying to tamp down the skepticism in her voice. "I'm Emma Swan, and I'm here to-"

He stopped her with a raised hand. "Don't say too much. Merlin does not wish to be influenced by his clients. He wishes to sense the energy around you for himself."

Emma shrugged. "Sorry."

"It's quite alright," the apprentice said, moving toward large drapes at the far end of the room. "I'll be just a moment. Please, make yourself comfortable."

Emma looked around the room while she waited, and it took everything in her to keep from rolling her eyes. This guy was really playing up the whole "psychic" thing. It felt like she was in some sort of fortune teller carnival tent. All the signs and symbols. This guy even had a crystal ball. An actual crystal ball.

This trip was a massive waste of her time, but maybe it would at least prove to be entertaining.

"Emma Swan, welcome!"

Emma looked up at the handsome black man who made his way through the curtains. He was dressed in much the same way as his apprentice, only he wore a sorcerer's pointy hat on his head.

"Uh, thanks," Emma said, stepping forward and offering her hand. "Full disclosure. I'm more than a little bit of a skeptic, so if this is one of those 'it can only work if you truly believe' deals, we might have a problem."

"My gift can withstand the doubts of the skeptic," he chuckled before reaching out and taking her hand.

No sooner had his hand touched hers than he gasped, taking a step back, eyes going wide. "Would you-would you care to follow me back to my private sitting room, Miss Swan? It's far more comfortable back there."

Emma cocked a brow again, wondering what this odd man was on about. Still, she didn't sense any overt deception in him, and he didn't seem to be any threat to her, so she shrugged before following him through the curtains.

This backroom was far more ordinary than the room they'd just inhabited. Emma took a plush armchair, and Merlin sat on a sofa across from her.

Merlin pulled off his hat and sat it beside him. "I apologize for all the theatrics, Miss Swan," he said, reaching for a pot of tea and then raising an eyebrow in question. Emma declined the beverage with a small shake of her head, and Merlin proceeded to pour himself a cup. "I attempt to play up to what most clients expect from a psychic. Unfortunately, most poor souls who come to see me are out of luck. The loved one they wish to contact has passed on. For most, all I can do amounts to smoke and mirrors. I could tell the moment I shook your hand that you were different."

Emma inwardly scoffed. She knew enough about cons not to be fooled by a clever con man. Made sense he'd use a different tactic with a skeptic than he would with some poor, grief-stricken sap who was a true believer.

"No offense, but I still think you're full of crap," she said.

Merlin smiled. "It seems those with the most energy surrounding them always do."

"So, what?" Emma asked. "Are there ghosts all around me or something?"

"There are a few spirits here with us today," Merlin confirmed. "There's one who's quite insistent. It's a man; looks as though he died rather young. I don't sense he's family, but you were close. Maybe coworkers? Perhaps friends?"

Emma took a deep breath, a face coming to mind. Surely he couldn't mean-

"I'm getting a G in the name," Merlin said slowly. "Greg or Gray….no. Graham."

Emma's heart turned over. Graham. Sweet, slightly dorky Graham Humbert. They'd worked together on more than a few cases, and they'd become good friends.

In fact, they'd been teetering on the precipice of possibly becoming more than friends when he died suddenly.

"How did you know to mention Graham? How did you know that name would get the biggest rise out of me?" Emma demanded, voice hard.

"I don't choose the spirits who come to me," Merlin explained calmly, "I merely give them a voice. Graham is pleased to see you again. He's glad you're doing well."

The anger came then, spurred on by the pain the memory of Graham's death brought back. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"He died quite suddenly, didn't he?" Merlin asked, ignoring her question. "I'm feeling a tightness in my chest. Something with his heart?"

"Heart attack," Emma confirmed tightly. "He had a heart attack right in front of me and died in my arms."

"He's sorry, so very sorry you had to go through that," Merlin said, putting a comforting hand on her arm. "He never wanted to be a source of pain for you."

Emma felt the tears at the back of her eyes and had to take a deep breath to keep them from falling. "Yeah, well, he didn't exactly have a say in the matter. Look, I don't know how you knew to bring up Graham, but I'm still not buying it."

"He apologizes he couldn't bring you a bear claw today," Merlin continued with a smile. "Oh, and he asks if you remember the day he thought he saw a wolf. He wants you to know he wasn't drunk. It really was there-in spirit at least."

Emma gasped, remembering the night she and Graham had gone to the Rabbit Hole for a drink after a long shift and Graham swore he spotted a big, gray wolf right there on the main street of town. Emma had made fun of him for that, telling him he'd clearly imbibed a bit too much that night. There's no way Merlin could have known about that incident. He couldn't have found it in any newspaper or online article about Graham's death.

Was it...was it possible this guy was the real deal?

"Okay, I admit, it's weird you'd bring that up," Emma said. "Let's say I believe you, can you ask Graham if he's okay? If he, like, moved on or whatever?"

"You just asked him," Merlin said. "He's here with us and can hear you. He wants to tell you that he is okay. He's more than okay; he's happy. He's moved on, and he's at peace, more than he could have ever thought possible."

Emma smiled, feeling comfort at the thought.

"There's someone else here with us as well," Merlin said. "Another male presence, but I don't believe you know this one. This one seems angry, desperate."

"Um...should we be scared?" Emma asked.

Merlin shook his head. "He doesn't mean us harm, only wants his story told. He's too indistinguishable to speak now, but I sense he'll be accompanying us on our journey today as well."

Wonderful. An angry, desperate ghost guide. Just fantastic.

"So, Emma," Merlin said, after a moment, "what brings you to me tonight?"

Emma pulled out her phone and laid out the entire story for Merlin. She told him about the calls, the texts, everything. Merlin took her phone in hand and gasped as soon as it touched his hand.

"There is a huge amount of energy here," he said. "There's no doubt a spirit has attached itself to you-or at least your phone."

Emma felt a chill. "My phone is haunted?"

"Not precisely," Merlin murmured, turning the device over in his hand. "Someone wishes to get your attention; wishes for you to help him, but there's something odd here, something I can't quite place."

"What do you mean?"

"The spirit is...indistinct," Merlin said, "hazy and just beyond my reach. I've never experienced anything like this."

Emma waited, her curiosity more than piqued at Merlin's odd reaction to her cell phone.

After a moment, Merlin's eyes widened. "Your friend Graham cleared up the mystery for me."

"What?" Emma asked. "What does Graham say is going on?"

"The reason I can't get a clear read on the spirit attached to your phone-this Killian Jones-is, well, because he's not dead."

Notes:

-So there you have it. For those of you who have wondered how this story could possibly have a happy ending since Killian is dead-this is how. He's not actually dead!

-Up next: With Merlin's help, Emma finds out how this is all possible-and she finds the not-dead Killian Jones.

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[ghostiiiee]

Just Like Me

To read at my Ao3 CLICK HERE This is the first chapter. sorry is its a little rough. :sweatdrop:

Almost forgot! Tw: i will be going heavy on quirkless discrimination and mental health issues. Theres not much in the first chapter but i do want to touch on it at some point.

School was never something he looked forward to. After all, what was there to look forward to? He was used to getting bullied, made fun of for being different, called names, shoved around. The irony wasn’t lost on him. Many years ago, maybe he would have been the normal one? 

Then again, what even was normal?

It used to be normal to go to school- learn history, math, science and whatever language the school taught. 

It used to be normal to not have any powers, after all -  superheroes were a dream. Stories people made up to tell themselves. Heroes existed, yes, but they never had powers. Heroes were just people, average people. 

Again, there's another word that's changed. Average. 

Normal. Average. 

Two hundred years ago, it was normal for the average person to look human.

Two hundred years ago, it was normal  for the average person to have no powers.

Two hundred years ago, it was normal for superheroes to only be a thing of stories.

That was two hundred years ago. Not now.

Now it's weird to not have powers.

Now you get bullied for being regular. Quirkless.

One of 20%. 

Mathematically, he thought it was stupid that so many people get treated so differently. He did remember Mr. Lancer telling him of people getting treated for less. Mr. Lancer told him two hundred years ago, 10% of the population was seen as satanic because of what hand they used to write with. A similar estimated percent was discriminated against because of who they loved, or what they identified as. 

“Sadly, Mr. Fenton, the human race has a history of not tolerating those who they see as a minority.”

“I remember that from history Mr. Lancer.” Danny sighed, leaning his head on his hand. His eyes stared out the window, looking at the stormy weather. “I remember you talking about how things used to be.”

The teacher pursed his lips, staying quiet and looking at him with concern.

Lancer had asked Danny to stay after class to speak to him. He never did like how Daniel’s peers would gang up on him after school ended. The best he could usually do was this. Casper’s principal was... far too likely to be accepting of anything the more wealthy students’ parents had to say.

“Is that why you’ve been spacing out all day then, Danny?” 

It was asked gently. Danny’s eyes glanced over to the balding teacher before darting back to the window. He hummed for a moment. “...Kinda. I got a lot on my mind.”

“Penny for your thoughts then?” Lancer pulled his chair next to his desk.

It was quiet for a few minutes, the sound of rain gently pattering against the classroom windows filled the room while Danny collected his thoughts. Blue eyes watched raindrops roll down the glass.

“I don’t get it, Mr. Lancer.” His voice was quiet as the floodgates opened. “Everyone in my family has quirks. Dad is strong. My mom can copy anyone’s fighting styles just by watching. Jazz can look at someone and-.... well you know.” He sank down into his chair. “Aunty A, even has a quirk. I've never seen her miss a shot. And then there's me. Daniel James Fenton. The first quirkless person in our family in a long time. Don’t get me wrong either, it doesn’t bother me too much.” Liar. “It’s just... it feels like the cherry on top of everything else.

“My parents got an invitation to teach some classes at UA in Japan. In Japan, I've never lived anywhere but here. Amity Park. It’s not like they can leave me here. PLUS, Jazz has always wanted to go there for the General studies.”

“I understand your concern, Danny. But I’ve seen your work,” There was slight amusement in Mr. Lancers voice. “Aren’t you good at building things? I know I’ve caught you tinkering with something more than once in class.”

Danny’s face flushed red. “...My parent’s usually make those. They’re old models of support gear they have made. I was seeing if I could get a glitch out.”

“And?”

“...I keep shocking myself.” He mumbled. “It hurts like hell.”

“While I can’t say I’m happy that you are getting injured. As long as you are safe, I'm glad.” Mr. Lancer offered a smile to the teen. “As for the other predicament, you are always open to contact me if you need me after you move.”

“Thank you Mr. Lancer.”

~~~~~~~

Danny was thankful that they moved over the summer and not in the middle of the year. School was already hectic enough as was. Moving in the middle of the year was not something he ever wanted to do, let alone moving across the globe in the middle of the year.

He kept to himself for the first few weeks. He liked to walk around, exploring the new area. It felt different than Amity park. More crowded. He noted early on there was definitely more hero around too. It didn’t bother him too much.

That's a lie.

More heroes means more villains.

He didn’t like villains.

He also didn’t like being a hostage.

Lucky him!

He was held hostage by a villain not even before the end of the second week. Not that this was a first time experience for him, having been a favorite target back in Amity Park. He knew all the heroes back home personally because of it. People just loved to take quirkless people hostage. One would think, with the target that seems to hang over his head, that Daniel James Fenton wouldn’t take such risks as walking around alone at night. One would think that if he did, it would be out of necessity, and he would at least have something on him to defend himself.

...yeah no that's not the case. Why in the world would that be the case?

Danny was shoved onto the ground, air leaving his lungs as he hit. He gasped for air, trying to look at who was targeting him now. He couldn’t really tell much about the person, ratty clothes and a hoodie pulled up to cover their face. Nothing could be seen under the hood, it was just shadow, pure, black shadow.

“What’s a runt like you doing out right now?” The villain crouched next to Danny. Chuckling when he tried to scoot away. They put a foot on one of Danny’s wrists, “Ah-ah. Now that’s rude. I’m talking to you punk.”

Danny didn’t respond, wincing at the pressure on his arm. 

“It’s rather rude to ignore your elders.” The villain put more pressure, adjusting so they were crouched like a vulture next to prey.

“F-fuck you. I’ve seen worse.” He growled

The regret in saying that was nearly instant. In the blink of an eye, the ground next to his head - that was solid concrete what the hell- was shattered. The villain was making an inhuman noise, a low gutteral sound coming from them. “You haven’t seen my worst. I wasn’t gonna do much to ya, but I’m starting to change my mind kid.”

He knew he should do anything else - he was already on a thin line - but fuck it. He had a free hand anyways. He grabbed something from his pocket and slammed it against the villain. “As I said before. Fuck. You.” He pressed the button on the side.

The machine sparked to life. Quite literally. Danny still didn’t know what it was supposed to do, but he could make it shock things. Like a weird taser. Unlucky for Danny he was literally pinned to the ground beneath the villain getting tased. And as everyone knows. Humans are conductive. Very conductive. 

Strangely the villain didn't even flinch. The growl getting louder as they grabbed the device from their shoulder and crushed it with their hand. Danny started shaking. Okay so that was a horrible idea. 

The shadows of the alley gathered around the villain. Climbing up their clothing and slowly slithering along their arm. They held Danny down, forming chains around him. In the villain’s hand, a knife, absorbing all light, The villian made the move to attack, and Danny closed his eyes, waiting for the pain to come.

It never did.

It lessened. 

Weight lifted from him, a weight he hadn’t realized was there besides his arm. Tentatively he opened his eyes. 

The villain was on the ground a few meters away from him, knocked out and tied up to a fire exit- similar to how Batman would leave criminals for the cops. Danny blinked. He hadn’t heard anything. So what in the world happened? And how could that have happened so fast? 

Standing up, he looked around for a sign of anyone being there to help him.

Oddly enough. It seemed no one had caused the villain to go down, at least not that Danny could see. Blue eyes scanned the area for a moment, looking for anything that wasn’t there before. Nothing popped out. Nothing was out of place. It looked like no one had been there.

He let out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding. The air condensed, forming mist as it left his mouth and floated away. It was like when he first stepped outside in the winter. Which was strange- it was the middle of summer. A small frown formed on his face. The nights here weren’t that cold normally. 

He brushed it off, ignoring the goosebumps running along his skin as the air chilled. Perhaps whoever knocked the villain out had a rather cold quirk, he mused to himself. Heroes normally make themselves known at this point, checking to see if he was okay. 

He had an inkling it wasn’t a hero. At least not a licensed one. Not that he minded. He didn’t care who it was really. They saved his life… he was grateful for that.

Danny looked up to the clear sky, moonlight peaking over the buildings enough to illuminate the alley where the street lights glowed. He smiled up to the stars. “Thank you.” He said softly. “I wasn’t paying attention tonight.”

He left the alley, starting his way back home. He never caught sight of the figure watching him.

#Danny Phantom #danny fenton #mha x dp #bnha #mha

[kaissauce]

okay, phucker, do it

ok let's do this @rolli-zolli @ninikins

Horrortale: technically an alternate timeline instead of au. after a neutral run where undyne's queen the core malfunctions and food becomes scarce and people resort to eating humans because sans suggested it. Aliza is the protag. latest thing that happened in the ongoing comic was Aliza agreeing to go with Papyrus to solve his last puzzle. as for the appearance of sans he has a HUGE hole on his head and a red eye. he got the hole from undyne when she got his magic eye which was going to be used to power the core. sans didnt die tho and killed the guards holding him down and just took whatever eye was on the ground and used it as a replacement for his magic eye that's powering the core. i quote first words he said after putting the eye in his socket "who the fuck took my phone?". then the magic eye went apeshit and broke the core again. oh and also he made alphys braindead by quite literally scrambling her brain. yeah this au is rough sans hasn't really eaten anything since the core was destroyed since he decided not to eat any humans.

Dusttale: i think this was originally a korean au? basic rundown: too many genocide runs sans goes apeshit and tries to get his Lv up by killing monsters himself man went fuckin insane kills his brother blah blah blah edgy angsty au the ghost of papyrus haunts him n stuff. sans literally just looks the same except he has his hood on and sometimes artists draw him with papyrus's scarf. the cool artists draw him with his hood on and has the hood completely cover his face so u can only see his glowing pupils. although people call him dust sans he's actually named murder sans

Killer: so frickin similar to dusttale except sans goes apeshit because of the human being like "join me lmao". three different outcomes come from this. i think it was 1 sans joins human 2 sans joins human kills human later on 3 kills human or something. friends with color sans who is basically his impulse control. pretty sure his soul's fucked up and Color sans tries to make his soul un-fucked but Nightmare comes in and fucks up the progress. he has white shorts, his eye sockets are constantly pitch black and leaking tar or something also has a weird target thingy on his chest. OH YEAH ALSO HE HAS BEEF WITH UNDERSWAP SANS ALMOST FORGOT. basically swap sans tried to make killer good and then they had a fight, swap sans lost and was on the verge of dying thankfully swap papyrus was able to save him in time i think

Dreamtale: Dream isn't in the drawing but his brother, Nightmare is. Sooo he used to not look all goooy and have tentacles n stuff but then he ate a couple hundred apples and yeah. he's six years old apparently. Nightmare and Dream are supposed to be guardians of a tree that has 500 golden apples and 500 black n goopy apples. the golden aples are positive and the goop ones are negative. you're not supposed to eat either of them cus bad shit happens. Dream and Nightmare live in a village and for whatever reason they're all dicks to Nightmare because ooughh he's the guardian of negativity that's not baller. he also goes apeshit (do u see a pattern here) and eats a goopy apple n then becomes the goop man he is today. he fuckin eats 999 apples jesus christ. and the last one is eaten by Dream because if u eat all 1000 apples u become unstoppable and immortal. so that would be a bad thing if nightmare got the last one. wop wop wop these dude aren't sanses they only have the body of one if that makes sanse.

Error: manlet. he's literally an error and that's why he's like that. also he's technically not a sans now, the redesign for him was so that he could be in the creator's webcomic named Lucidia. Error sans, aka the destroyer of aus, finds aus to be mistakes so he tries to get rid of them. his process of doing this is simple: get the human soul to the void so that they can't reset, destroy the au. he primarily attacks using his strings which can wrap around one's soul and control them. he like some aus like outertale because of how open and empty it is. he likes to be alone and has haphephobia. if u touch him he'll glitch out and possibly crash. he crashes whenever gets overwhelmed. said crashing causes him to shut down and reboot and he's powerless while doing so. he's actually pretty easy to beat if you know how to push his buttons the right way. in the og ask error blog made by his creator Loverofpiggies he kidnaps Swap sans who tries to help Error become a better person. this ends horribly as error leaves Swap sans in the void who then becomes an error aswell due to being alone in the void too long. Error actually regrets doing that to swap sans

Aftertale: OK FUN FACT THE SANS OF THIS AU, WHO'S NICKNAMED "Geno" IS ERROR. aftertale is a comic made by LoverofPiggies it's been SOOOO long since i last read it so i cant really give a good summary. but anyways Geno is trapped in the loading screen with the human and will die if he leaves the loading screen. eventually from being in the loading screen for too long after the events of aftertale he becomes Error.

OOF WOWIE THERE'S SO MUCH TO GO

Underfresh: he's not even a sans either. "Fresh" is a parasite inhabiting a skeleton. his birthday is on 4/20 which is ironic cus he doesn't like drugs. he censors swears. he speaks 90's lingo and dresses like a neon sign. for some reason he has eyebrows and a gold tooth. the glasses he has can change text but normally defaults to "YOLO". he can't feel anything since he has no soul of his own and just latches onto the host's. instead he learns how to act from the people around him. not being able to feel actually bothers him a LOT

Echotale: Aka Gaster sans. uhhh this one was also a comic if i remember correctly. basically Frisk and G!Sans are the only ones in the au and they're trying to find the core to fix the fucked up timeline that they're in but the core keeps changing positions so that sucks.

Swapfell: originally made by Khhoppang who left social media. Started out as an Alphys x Undyne au so only those two were designed but Kh was planning to design more of the characters. before they could people had a field day with the idea of mashing two aus together and SO many people came up with their own designs for sans and papyrus. Khhoppang left social media because they got overwhelmed with all the art reposters and stuff, pretty sad. the appearance of the sans in that au is the purple one with a scythe (i dont think he has a scythe in the og design).

Swapfell Red: so basically this is the swapfell made by people that isn't Khhoppang. community made per se. Sans's appearance changes constantly because as said before many people made many different designs. typically he just looks like Swap sans but with red high heel boots and his color scheme fits underfell

Fellswap (gold): Au made by blackggggum. so swapfell is underswap turned fell, fell swap is underfell swapped it takes a bit to understand that. his appearance is somewhat similar to Swapfell red. He's kind to his friends but if ur his enemy he'll fucking deck you. he's blind in his left eye, the leader of the royal guard, and secretly into dressmaking. fun fact in this au Papyrus has autism

Xtale: uuuuhhhh so Cross is a complicated one. he's part of the royal guard along with papyrus. has beef with xgaster. responsible for the downfall of his au and then Underverse happens and Ink is all "oh cool someone to mess with" and they became friends for a bit then shit hit the fan

Underfell: OOOOO YES UNIRONICALLY ONE OF MY FAVORITES. So Underfell sans is actually a very powerful mf and constantly has his magic eye activated because he has so much magic. This au is also technically an alternate timeline where monsters "lost their humanity" as the creator put it. so basically trust in the underground is scarce. Sans and papyrus, contrary to many interpretations i fucking hate, are actually on good terms (and no sans doesn't call papyrus "boss" the creator said if he does he'd do it ironically and papyrus would hate it). Fun facts he pays Grillby in socks (grillby accepts the socks as payment and wears them), if u make grillby laugh he gives u a jacket that looks like his and it's heavily implied that sans made him laugh because their jackets are similar

Underswap: ah yes another classic that i love as well. originally made by PopcornPr1nce who fled social media because they hated how the majority fandom treated Underswap (Blueberry and Carrot were popular names for the fanon swap papyrus and sans). Swap sans is constantly infantilized by the community which sucks and i hate it so i draw my own very super cool version of him whom i kin because i am also very super cool.

Outertale: mainly an aesthetic au pretty sure there's no comic of it. basically, instead of underground they in space. outer sans dies in underverse after like minutes of screentime lmao

Epictale: a comic made by Yugogeer. the og comic was retconned and the creator loathes the original version and made a reboot that's much better. Sans actually dies very early in it because Yugo hates how Sans is almost always focused on in aus. also the creator hates how meme-y their sans has become (like him saying bruh every single sentence, using a rubber chicken as a weapon, cookies, etc.) he's friends with Cross but not in canon. He has a purple magic eye that makes him immortal and i think only epic gaster could remove it which is how sans was able to be killed when he fought gaster.

Temmietale: it's undertale but everyone is temmie, don't question it

Trainertale: it's undertale but it's Pokemon, don't question it

Dancetale: it's undertale but you dance instead of fight, don't

Mobtale/Mafiatale: im unsure if mobtale and mafiatale are separate or not but they are very similar. basically undertale but mafia it's self explanatory

Undertale: no clue which au is this one, nope not at all/j

Bittytale or whatever idk: so take sans, make him small. boom. never understood this au

THAT BASTARD INK: HOOO BOY SAVED THE WORST FOR LAST. FUCK THIS GUY/j. THIS DUDE. IS THE REASON IM STILL INTO UNDERTALE AUS. I LOVE EM SO MUCH. also technically not a sans. He comes from an unfinished au and ripped his own soul to escape said au and became an outcode. for so long he was just a soulless husk until someone drew him and he got splashed with paint which let him feel. soon he learned to keep the paint in vials so that he can be able to feel 24/7. And then he learned how to create things with a paintbrush and the paint and spent time alone drawing up his own world until a portal appeared and took him to the multiverse. now he encourages artists to keep creating aus. he's the protector of aus in the sense that he keeps other outcodes from disrupting the script of the au, so if it's pacifist and an outcode tries to kill people he'd stop them, if it's genocide and an outcode tried to help them he'd stop them. no matter what he wants the au to stay on script. fun fact the creator of ink and the creator of error never had them interact with each other in canon, that was all the fandom's doing. Contrary to popular belief he's not really considered "good" his alignment is officially "Chaotic neutral". I personally interpret him a lot more chaotic than in canon because it's fun but he's a pretty chill guy actually. he can just be a bit of an ass sometimes. According to the creator of Ink (who is Comyet) his interpretation in Underverse is not canon compliant. one of the biggest canon things that underverse contradicts is Ink deliberately not taking his vials. if he were to do that in canon he'd become a husk again which is the equivalent of him "dying". he was described as a walking corpse by Comyet, without the vials he can't function anymore. Like Error he's pretty easy to beat if you know his weaknesses. also he has fears of empty spaces and being alone

off topic kinda but i very much love how Error and Ink are opposites yet parallel even though they were completely written without the other in mind. Error believes getting rid of aus is getting rid of anomalies. Ink believes people interfering with aus are anomalies. Error loves emptiness, Ink hates emptiness. list goes on it's funky fresh.

also uhhh sanses missing from that drawing that i can name from the top of my head

Seraphim sans, Insans, Dusttrust, He who shall not be named because he's from an 18+ au, Swapswap (yes. that exists), Storyshift, Inverted Fate (very good au i suggest checking it out), Negatale, Oceantale, Template, Pale, Mafiafell, Farmtale

my phone is at 9% y'all are spared from me going on

#long post #ask #ninikins #rolli zolli

[ao719]

Full Disclosure: The Beginning

Full Disclosure: The Beginning (Part 12)

Characters belong to Pixelberry

Summary: A look back at Charlotte during the social season and engagement tour.

A/N: I don’t feel great about this chapter, twice having almost scrapped it entirely. There was just a lot to pack in from Paris and it’s a lot of dialogue (I apologize in advance). I switched up canon a bit as well because there were some things I wanted to happen that kind of made the tea party and opera scenes pretty irrelevant here, so I didn’t write those in and I’m not sure how that worked out. Please excuse any grammatical errors.

A/N 2: 🍋

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Charlotte sat at a table in the dining car of the train, eating breakfast with Bertrand, Maxwell, Olivia, and Drake. She was also nursing her shoulder, bruised from her run-in with the wall earlier that morning as she sipped her coffee and listened to Bertrand explain what he had been able to find out about the bank transaction.

“So, you only have the card number, but not who it belongs to?” Drake asked.

“Correct.”

“How the hell do we find out whose card it is?”

“Well, we know that it was one of the ladies -- whichever one paid the maid off in Applewood. We need to check their cards somehow.”

“But how do we check them? We can’t just walk up to them and ask to see their credit cards,” Charlotte scoffed.

“Madeleine’s bachelorette party is tonight, so it gives us a more than a perfect opportunity.” Bertrand glanced at Charlotte. “You can see if you can get a look at the cards then.”

“Wait … what?” Charlotte choked on her coffee as she looked at Bertrand. “You’re not seriously expecting me to go out and celebrate with them …”

“Lady Charlotte-” Bertrand stopped when Charlotte shook her head and looked away from him for a moment. He shared a glance with Maxwell, silently asking for help.

Maxwell reached over and covered Charlotte’s hand with his. “You won’t be there alone, Little Blossom. Olivia is going …”

“Excuse me.”

Charlotte stood from her seat and headed towards the exit, walking past Liam, who was getting ready to leave the train with Madeleine for a day full of press interviews and meetings. His eyes followed her with a look of concern before Madeleine yanked his arm. Liam glanced worriedly at the table, watching the others get up to follow her.

“Lady Charlotte,” Bertrand called after her.

When she didn’t stop, Drake side-stepped Bertrand and caught up to Charlotte. “Brooks …”

Charlotte turned and looked at the four of them again. “Look … between the scandal and being on this tour, and having to watch Liam parade around with Madeleine on a daily basis, I have a sliver of dignity left at this moment. I’d like to keep it.” Charlotte’s voice slightly cracked at her last words. “Please don’t ask me to go out with them tonight and try to put on this happy face, especially when we know that one of them was involved …”

Bertrand stared at Charlotte, feeling a wave of guilt hit him. “I can do it,” Olivia chimed in. She locked eyes with Charlotte for a moment. “I’ll try and get a look at the card numbers. There’s no need to send her out just for that. Just tell me what I’m looking for.” Charlotte subtly nodded her head in a silent thank you.

****

That evening, after dealing with the press and foreign dignitaries all day, Liam entered the train alone; Madeleine was already out with the other ladies for her bachelorette party. On his way back to his cabin, he saw Maxwell, who was headed out to meet Drake and Olivia.

“Hey, Li,” he smiled.

“Lord Beaumont.” Liam glanced around before looking back at Maxwell. “Was Charlotte ok this morning?”

“Bertrand brought up the bachelorette party and how we could use it as an opportunity to check the cards against the one used in the transaction. She got upset about having to go.” Liam’s expression fell; he didn’t blame her for not wanting to go. “But Olivia offered to do it. She and Drake left not too long ago. I’m on my way to meet them now. Charlotte’s in her cabin.”

“She stayed?” Maxwell nodded with a smile before he clapped Liam’s shoulder and walked away.

****

Charlotte sat on her bed in her cabin on the train, reading a book; it was a much better way to spend her evening than being out celebrating and having Madeleine shove the engagement down her throat even more than she already had. She heard a soft knock on her door, and stood from her bed. She opened it to see Liam on the other side. “Hi,” she smiled.

“Hey!” Charlotte turned and made her way back to the bed as Liam stepped inside, shutting and locking the door behind him. He watched Charlotte climb back onto her bed and lean back against the headboard; she wore sweatpants and a cropped T-shirt; her hair was piled into a messy bun on top of her head. “Maxwell said you didn’t want to go out with the others tonight …”

“Maxwell was correct.” Charlotte glanced up and let out a breath. “I’m sorry, Liam … I know I should have gone. I just-”

“You don’t have to apologize to me, Charlotte, nor do you owe me an explanation.” He slipped off his suit jacket and draped it over the back of the chair. “I understand why you didn’t want to go … and I don’t blame you.”

“You’re not upset?”

Liam smiled and shook his head. “Not at all. A bit relieved, actually.” Charlotte gave him a questioning look as he walked towards the bed; he leaned over, pressing his palms against the mattress. “Now I get to spend the evening with you.” Charlotte smiled and grabbed his tie, curling it around her hand before pulling him down and meeting his lips with hers.

****

Charlotte had spent the last thirty minutes teasing Liam unmercifully. She was now straddling him topless while his shirt lay open; her hands were pressed against his bare chest. Liam’s hand was tangled in her hair, and his other gripped her hip tightly, anchoring her to him as their tongues curled together.

They abruptly parted when they heard a soft knock on Charlotte’s door. “Don’t … do not answer it. They’ll go away,” Liam whispered before drawing her swollen and tingly lips back to his; she rocked her hips against him, eliciting a soft moan from him as he pulled her hips tighter against him. A moment later, another knock came; Charlotte felt Liam’s body tense beneath her in frustration as she stifled a laugh against his lips.

“Brooks!” They heard Drake’s voice on the other side.

“Shouldn’t he be off on a Tinder date or something?” Liam whispered harshly, causing Charlotte to snort loudly.

“I hear you in there, Brooks! Open up! It’s important.”

Charlotte gave Liam an apologetic smile before leaning down and kissing him once more; she slid off his lap and picked up her discarded shirt from the floor. “You better fix that,” she chuckled, motioning her head towards his arousal before pulling her shirt on.

Liam gave her a withering glance in return as he sat on the edge of the bed, quickly buttoning his shirt. “You need to finish what you started,” he retorted.

“Brooks!”

“I’m coming! And not the way I wanted to be!” Liam let out a laugh behind her as she walked to the door.

Drake stared at her when it opened. “I really didn’t need to know that.”

Drake stepped inside, Maxwell and Olivia following behind him. “Hi, guys,” Liam smiled sheepishly.

Charlotte shut the door and turned to face them. “Were you able to find anything?”

“Uh … yeah,” Drake sighed, running his hand through his hair.

“I managed to check Madeleine’s card first when she … accidentally dumped her purse all over the floor … I was certain it was her, or at least I had hoped,” Olivia explained. “But it wasn’t a match.”

“I checked Kiara’s when I asked her to get shots,” Maxwell said. “Not her either.”

“I had to help Penelope order a car to get Madeleine’s drunk ass home because she didn’t know how … she had two different cards. The first one didn’t match, so I lied and told her they declined the card. She gave me the second one and … it was a match …”

“Penelope?” Liam asked incredulously. Drake, Maxwell, and Olivia all nodded.

Charlotte stared at Drake in stunned silence. Penelope. Poodle loving, dopey Penelope. Is Drake sure? Did he check the numbers right? Then she heard Drake say that he was absolutely certain when Liam asked if he was sure. This is unbelievable. Charlotte couldn’t believe the wool that Penelope had pulled over her eyes. She wondered if the way Penelope carried herself was all an act, an elaborate ruse to throw people off and make them think she was utterly helpless and completely invaluable when really she was some kind of secret goddamn genius. Fucking Penelope. Her brain was having a hard time computing it all.

“Charlotte?” Liam spoke her name when he saw her shocked expression as she stood frozen in place.

“Brooks, are you ok?” Drake asked.

“No, I AM NOT ok!” she shrieked. “My brain is like an internet browser right now! I have like 19 tabs open, six of them are glitching, and I can’t figure out where the fuck the music is coming from!” She pressed her palms to her temples and began to pace the floor. “Fucking Penelope? Are you kidding me? This is …” Charlotte trailed off as she let out a breath. “That little-”

“Charlotte, try and calm down,” Liam said as he took a step toward her.

“You know what? For Halloween this year, I’m dressing up as my life in this very moment because it’s a goddamn fucking nightmare. Or better yet, April Fool’s, because this is a fucking JOKE!” She faced all of them and threw her hands into the air. “PENELOPE? Penelope is the one who … I cannot believe this shit!”

“Char, calm down. We’ll have a chance to talk to her tomorrow at the fashion show.”

Suddenly, Charlotte walked to her cabin door and opened it. “Everybody out.”

“Charlotte-”

“I just want to be alone. Please.” She looked down at her feet as everyone shared concerned looks before slowly filing out of the room.

Liam, the last one in the line, stopped in front of her. He didn’t want to leave her alone, but he knew better than to push her right now. “I’m sorry, love,” he whispered. He leaned down and kissed her cheek, letting his lips linger there for a moment. “I love you.”

Without looking at him, Charlotte whispered, “I love you too.”

*******

The following morning Charlotte found herself in the boutique car of the train with Bertrand. She had taken the night to calm herself down, but she was still seething. She was having trouble comprehending how Penelope, of all people, was the one who had helped set her up in Applewood. She acted so nice and innocent to Charlotte’s face, and not once during this Engagement Tour did she even mention knowing anything about the scandal.

“I managed to get this dress from the designer of today’s charity fashion show.” Bertrand unzipped the black garment bag revealing the gown inside.

“It’s beautiful,” Charlotte smiled. She took the bag and stepped inside a dressing room. She came back out a few moments later, smoothing down the front of the dress. “Well?”

“Fits like a glove,” Bertrand nodded approvingly. Charlotte eyed the designer gown with a grin in the mirror as she did a half-spin. “Just remember to fawn over it when the press asks who you’re wearing. The designer will appreciate it.”

Just then, the boutique door flung open, and Maxwell stepped inside; Charlotte’s gaze immediately landed on the little ball of fluff he was carrying in his arms, and her eyes went wide. “PUPPY!” she squealed loudly.

“Isn’t he the cutest!” Maxwell grinned. “I found him on the street. I couldn’t just leave him out there.”

“Absolutely not, Maxwell!” Bertrand barked.

“But-”

“No! We cannot have a dog with us on the tour!”

“But look at his wittle face,” Charlotte crooned as she reached out to pet the Corgi. “Hi, little guy,” she smiled. The dog’s tongue lolled out of the side of its mouth as he panted happily while looking at her. Charlotte scratched his head just behind his ear, and he leaned into her touch. “Oh my god, I love him!”

“Do not even think about picking him up while you’re wearing that dress! Everyone will ask what perfume you’re wearing, and you'll have to respond, ‘it’s called wet dog.’” Bertrand threw his arms up in frustration when Charlotte took the dog from Maxwell despite his warning.

“He is precious! Aren’t you? Yes, you are!” She leaned down to kiss the top of his head but drew back. “But you need a bath. You stink.”

“Perfect!” Bertrand scoffed. “Maxwell, do whatever you need to do with this mutt. Charlotte needs to prepare for the fashion show.”

“Yes, good idea, Bertrand,” Charlotte agreed. “Maxwell, can you take him to a groomer?”

“That is not what I meant, Lady Charlotte!”

“Well, I’m not putting this poor little guy back out on the street, Bertrand! I’m keeping him. And you can’t tell me no because number one, I can do what I want, and number two, you owe me.”

Bertrand’s expression fell. He couldn’t deny that he did owe Charlotte for everything she had been through, mainly on his behalf. “Be that as it may, having a dog on tour is preposterous!”

“No, it’s not! Think of the attention it’ll bring. ‘Lady Charlotte of House Beaumont saves orphan dog from streets,’” Maxwell smiled as he imagined the headline. “People will love it!”

Bertrand pinched the bridge of his nose. “Maxwell, I entertained the peafowl. Asking me to keep a dog after you brought Carl home is not a good idea!”

“Carl and the dog will be best friends! Carl needs a friend!”

Charlotte set the dog on the ground and crouched down next to him while Bertrand and Maxwell continued to go back and forth. “Don’t worry,” she whispered. “I won’t let that asshole peacock anywhere near you.”

“But look at him!” Maxwell flung his arm out.

Bertrand glanced down to see both the dog and Charlotte staring up at him with puppy dog eyes. “Well, can you do tricks?” he asked the dog. “Roll over.” At the command, the dog flopped on its side and rolled over before standing back on its stubby legs, panting up at Bertrand as his fluffy butt shook back and forth. “Goddammit!”

At that moment, Drake entered the boutique. When he noticed the dog, he smiled. “Hey there, little sausage looking buddy.” The dog walked up to Drake and sniffed his leg; he raised his own leg and pissed all over Drake’s pants. “What the hell?” Drake jumped back. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Charlotte laughed, and Drake shot her a look.

Bertrand couldn’t hold back his snort. “Very well, you may keep him.”

Charlotte squealed and high fived Maxwell. Bertrand’s expression grew serious. “But one wrong move -- a chewed shoe, a random pooping incident -- and he is gone!”

“He just pissed on my leg!” Drake hollered.

“You should probably go change. I mean, unless dog pee is your kind of thing,” Charlotte giggled. Drake turned and stalked out of the boutique.

“We have to name him,” Maxwell smiled.

“How about Chance? Like … what are the chances he would piss on Drake’s leg?” Charlotte laughed. The dog turned and barked, wagging his fluffy butt. “Chance it is. You can come to the fashion show with me today, little guy!”

“I’ll give him a bath while you finish getting ready. Come on, Chance,” Maxwell scooped him into his arms. “We’re going to make you fresh and fly for your public debut.”

****

An hour later, Charlotte and Bertrand met Maxwell outside the train; Maxwell was with a freshly groomed Chance. Charlotte decided she would test how good Chance was for her image, choosing to walk with him on the step-and-repeat outside the fashion show. The press snapped photographs, smiling at her new friend as she posed with him. Donnie Brine, the reporter from the CBC, asked Charlotte all about the dog, and she sold the story of Maxwell rescuing him and her choosing to keep him. She then fawned over her gown, just like Bertrand told her when asked who she was wearing before finally stepping inside the building.

Charlotte held Chance’s leash as she, Drake, and Maxwell weaved their way through the crowd. She told herself she would steer clear of Penelope at the fashion show, not wanting to cause a scene, knowing she wouldn’t have very nice things to say to her. She planned to confront her afterward.

“Oh, puppy!” Charlotte heard the familiar voice and turned to see Penelope just as she crouched down.

Before she could pet Chance, Charlotte scooped him into her arms. “Do not touch my dog,” she spat. Penelope’s eyes widened as Charlotte turned and walked away.

“Way to be subtle, Brooks,” Drake snorted.

“She doesn’t get to touch my dog. And I know how much she likes dogs, so I know that broke her soul just a little bit.”

Drake spotted something up ahead and stopped Charlotte from walking any further. “Hey, there might be something or rather someone you’ll want to see in that little room over there.” Drake tilted his head towards a room off to the side. Charlotte nodded in understanding before making her way over.

Charlotte led Chance inside what appeared to be a private office; Liam was standing behind the door, smiling at her when their eyes met. He shut the door and immediately leaned down, pressing his lips to hers. “Hi,” he smiled.

“Hey, you.”

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine. I’m sorry about last night … I just needed to clear my head.”

“It’s fine. I understand.” Liam glanced down, just noticing the dog sitting quietly at Charlotte’s feet and his lips curved into a large grin. “And who is this?”

“This is Chance. Maxwell found him all alone on the street, and I’m keeping him. He’s the most adorable ball of fluff!”

Liam crouched down, and Chance immediately moved to him, jumping up to lick his face. Charlotte couldn’t help but smile at the sound of Liam’s laugh. “Well, hello to you too, Chance.” He scratched behind his ears before Chance flopped on the ground for a belly rub. “Who’s a good boy? Yes, you are,” Liam chuckled as he rubbed his belly. He smiled at Charlotte as he stood back up. “I wanted to ask if you’d like to meet me later tonight.”

“Oh?”

“I may have a trip to the top of the Eiffel Tower planned.”

Charlotte’s mouth fell open. “The top?”

Liam nodded with a grin before leaning down to kiss her once more. “I’ll have a car waiting for you at 10 o’clock.”

****

After the fashion show, the ladies of court answered a few questions from the press, talking about their donations to the charity. It was the first time Charlotte had been in close proximity to Madeleine since Italy when she had bailed on attending her bachelorette party.

As they finished with the press, Madeleine approached Charlotte. “I missed you last night at my bachelorette party.”

Charlotte gave her a look, arching her brow. “Really?”

“No. But I do find it extremely rude that you chose not to attend.”

“I was sick.”

“You seemed fine all day.”

“Yes, then I thought of having to celebrate your bullshit of an engagement, and it nauseated me. So I stayed behind. I heard it was pretty lame anyway.” Drake and Maxwell both laughed behind her, and Madeleine rolled her eyes as she turned, walking away. Charlotte then spotted Penelope heading into the back room behind the stage. “Can you guys take Chance back to the train? I have someone I need to speak with.” Charlotte extended her hand, trying to give Drake the leash.

“No way! He pissed on my leg!”

“He was just marking you as his,” she snorted. “It means he likes you!” Drake huffed and took the leash. “Thank you. Just take him to my room. I won’t be long.” Drake and Maxwell left with Chance as Charlotte weaved her way through the crowd towards the back room. She stepped inside, finding Penelope rifling through her purse, mumbling under heat breath about where her checkbook was.

Penelope turned at the sound of the door latching shut. “Charlotte,” she said when her eyes fell on her. “Come to tell me I can’t touch your dog again?”

“No, but I’m not sorry about it. Dogs are loyal, Penelope. My sweet boy was not about to be exposed to a corrupt traitor!”

Penelope furrowed her brows. “Corrupt traitor? What are you talking about?”

Charlotte pointed her finger and jabbed it into Penelope's shoulder. “You know exactly what I’m talking about … TRAITOR!”

“I really don’t, Charlotte.”

“Penelope, I know that you helped set me up in Applewood. I know. And you owe me some goddamn answers.”

Penelope’s eyes widened. “I …” She abruptly closed her mouth as she stared at Charlotte. She glanced down, wringing her hands together. “I’m sorry, Charlotte. I didn’t want to hurt you, I promise.”

“I was wrong about you, Penelope. I thought you were a good person. Not like the other cut-throat bitches at court. I wanted to be your friend. I thought that you were sweet and kind. But I should have known that you were just like the others and would drive that knife in my back the minute you had an opportunity. So I just have one question: why?”

“It was the only way for me to remain at court. I knew Liam wasn’t going to choose me, and I don’t like being here, but my parents thought I was doing so well making friends and spending time with eligible noblemen. I couldn’t bear to face them as a failure. But I’m not like Madeleine. I’m not skilled to maneuver myself into a favorable position … at least not alone. I was offered a chance to remain at court as a lady-in-waiting regardless of who Liam chose … as long as I helped in the scheme against you …”

“‘Offered’? So someone told you to set me up?”

“Of course! I would never have thought of such an awful thing on my own.”

“You claim it’s awful, yet you still went along with it!”

“I’m sorry, Charlotte. I really am.”

“After everything I’ve been through because of something you chose to take part in, your apology doesn’t mean shit to me, Penelope, and I don’t accept it. And all of this time, you didn’t come forward, knowing that everything they have been saying about me is a lie!” Charlotte could see the remorse on Penelope’s face, but truthfully, she didn’t care. “Who was it, the person who gave you this offer? You at least owe me that much.”

“It …” Penelope let out a breath as she met Charlotte’s gaze again. “It was Bastien.”

****

Charlotte walked back to the train, still trying to wrap her mind around the fact that Bastien -- Liam’s head guard, someone he was supposed to trust -- played a part in the scandal against her. The more she found out about who was involved, the more shocked she became. First the maid, then Penelope, then Bastien. She wondered why. What did Bastien gain from helping to scheme against her? And she wondered what Liam was going to think when he found out.

Charlotte entered the train and walked to her room; when she stepped inside, Maxwell and Drake rose from the floor where they played with Chance. “How’d it go?” Maxwell asked. Charlotte just shook her head as she stared off. “What did she say?”

“She admitted to it. She said … that she was offered a chance to remain at court as a lady-in-waiting … only if she helped in the scheme against me …”

“Who the fuck would offer her that?” Drake asked. Charlotte looked up, meeting Drake’s gaze. She knew how close he was to Bastien, the older man had practically helped raise Drake after his dad died. “Brooks … who was it?”

“Bastien …”

“What?” Drake asked incredulously. “No. No way. He wouldn’t do that, Brooks. There has to be some kind of mistake.”

“Drake … she and Bastien met face-to-face more than once. He gave her explicit instructions to hire the photographer and to arrange for Tariq to be in my room that night …” Charlotte watched the disbelief fill Drake’s expression as he ran his hands through his hair and laced them behind his head. After a few moments of watching him silently struggle to comprehend that it was Bastien, Charlotte took a step forward. “I … Drake, I’m sorry …”

Drake shook his head as he looked at her. “Don’t you dare apologize to me. He chose to do this. That’s on him.”

“I need to tell Liam. I’m supposed to meet up with him in a little bit.”

“Don’t tell him, not yet,” Drake shook his head, and Charlotte gave him a look. “Let me talk to Bastien first to try and get an explanation before we say anything to Liam. His bachelor party is tomorrow … I can talk to Bas then.”

“I’m going with you,” Charlotte stated matter of factly.

“You can’t,” Maxwell said. “It’s at a gentlemen’s only speakeasy.”

Charlotte arched her brow. “Really? A gentlemen’s club?”

“I promise, it’s not that kind of club, Brooks. And I think Bastien will be more inclined to talk if you’re not there. If you come, he’s just going to ask you to leave because it’s against protocol,” he added. “I’ll talk to him, I promise. And then I’ll tell Liam myself. Bas … he’s been in Liam’s life just as long as he’s been in mine. It’s not something that’s going to be easy for him to hear.”

****

That night, Charlotte took the car Liam had waiting for her to the Eiffel Tower. She hoped he wouldn’t ask her if she spoke to Penelope because she didn’t want to lie to him, knowing Drake wanted her to wait before telling him what their conversion revealed. When the car pulled up alongside the massive monument, Charlotte looked up at it through the window in awe. She thanked the driver before exiting the vehicle; she spotted Liam standing at the base of the tower and made her way towards him.

“Hi,” she smiled as she approached him.

Liam grinned and extended his hand to her. “Hello, love.” Behind him, Charlotte spotted a man standing near the elevator; she glanced back at Liam with a look of concern. “No need to worry. Come on,” he smiled, leading her to the elevator car.

They rode up to the top of the tower and stepped out onto the terrace deck; the man disappeared as he took the elevator back down to the ground. Liam led Charlotte to the railing, and she gasped at the view of the city below. “Liam! This is incredible!”

“I thought you’d enjoy it,” he smiled.

Not having seen her since early that afternoon, Liam stepped behind her, caging her between his arms as he leaned against the railing. “I missed you today,” he whispered as his lips graded the shell of her ear.

“I missed you too.” Charlotte thought for sure he would ask her about Penelope then, but instead, he wrapped his arms around her and casually told her about his day before he began pointing out different sights below them. She leaned back against Liam’s chest and sighed in content when his strong arms tightened their hold around her waist. She stared down at the twinkling lights of Paris below them and smiled. “I feel like I’m standing on top of the world.”

Liam dipped his head, dragging his lips across the silky skin of her neck. “I can’t wait until I can show you the world. As my wife.”

“You’re not doing a bad job so far. Maybe I’ll stay the secret girlfriend,” Charlotte teased. It was her way of trying to ignore the immediate “what if” that popped into her mind at his words.

Liam’s fingers dropped down the front of her, his fingers fiddling with the skirt of her dress. “I don’t want you to be a secret,” he said as he lifted the fabric enough to slip his hands beneath it so he could massage her thighs.

Charlotte relaxed beneath his touch and tilted her head upwards to see the star-filled sky. “Liam! Look!”

“It’s beautiful,” Liam agreed as his hands slid a bit higher. But he was staring at Charlotte, not the sky. “Paris is below us, the heavens above us. And I have paradise in my arms.”

Charlotte giggled and turned her head, ready to make a teasing joke about his adorably cheesy comment, but she smiled instead at the dreamy expression he was wearing. And then she let out a soft breath when she felt his fingers brush against her lace-covered center. “Liam,” she whispered as her eyes fluttered shut.

Liam smirked when she rested her foot on the balustrade to give him better access. He watched her bite her lip through a smile when his fingers dipped beneath the waistband of her underwear. He leaned forward and captured her lips in his while his fingers began to move against her in tantalizing circles, and his tongue curled with hers at the same pace.

When he drew back from the kiss, he moved his lips to her ear. “We’re way up here, all alone,” he whispered. “Let me hear you, love.” As he spoke the last word, Liam pushed a finger inside her, drawing an instant moan from her. “That’s my girl.”

Liam’s finger slid in and out a few times before he added a second, crooking them to hit that spot as his thumb circled her clit and her moans grew louder. Charlotte slid her hand over his and arched into his palm as his lips trailed along her neck. “Liam, don’t stop,” she mewled as her hips bucked against his hand. Liam pumped his fingers, doubling his efforts, and before long, he felt her begin to flutter around him just before she tipped over the edge. She gripped his arm, and he continued to stroke her as she rode out her release.

Liam slowed his fingers and pulled them out of her while she caught her breath; she opened her eyes to meet his gaze just as he slipped his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean before kissing her again. Charlotte placed her foot back on the ground and, without breaking the kiss, turned in his arms. Her hand palmed his hard cock through the fabric of his pants before her fingers began to fumble with his belt, then the button, and zipper. She pushed down his pants and boxer-briefs and wrapped her fingers around his cock; he moaned and pushed himself further into her hand as she stroked him before she dropped to her knees.

“Charlotte, you don’t have-” Liam’s words rolled into a moan when she wrapped her lips around the head of cock and swirled her tongue. He closed his eyes, cursing under his breath as her tongue slid along the underside of his shaft when she took him fully into her mouth. “God, your mouth feels so good.” Liam wrapped his hand around her hair and bucked his hips as she bobbed her head. He glanced down, watching himself fuck her mouth while her hand stroked him simultaneously, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. Liam dropped his head back with a deep groan when she hallowed her cheeks, and he felt himself hit the back of her throat. “Fuck, Charlotte,” he hissed in pleasure. He didn’t want her to stop, but he needed her to. With a growl, Liam looked down and gently tugged her hair, forcing her off of him. He pulled her up to her feet and kissed her deeply, backing her against the railing as his hands quickly pulled up the skirt of her dress. “I need to be inside you, love.”

Liam reached down and hooked his arm under her knee, hoisting her leg up to his waist as his other hand slid her underwear to the side. He kissed her again, feeling the head of his cock slide through her wetness and press against her entrance before he pushed himself to the hilt inside her. Charlotte drew back from the kiss to suck in a breath at the way he filled her. “You feel so good,” she whimpered, feeling him swell even more inside her. She grabbed the railing behind her with one hand, looping her other arm around his neck.

Liam reached out with the arm hooked under her leg and grabbed hold of the railing behind her for leverage before he pulled out and plunged back into her with a groan. He thrust into her in deep, purposeful strokes as she rolled her hips to match his rhythm. “Yes, just like that, love,” he groaned.

Charlotte’s head dropped back, and Liam leaned forward, brushing his lips against the tender curve of her neck before his teeth began nipping her skin; his tongue followed each bite, soothing the sting, neither one caring at that moment if he left any marks. His brow beaded with sweat as his thrusts came harder and faster, chasing his release while Charlotte crested on her second. “Liam, I-” Charlotte’s words were replaced with a loud moan as he angled his hips just right, hitting that perfect spot deep inside with a powerful thrust. “Fuck, Liam!”

Liam could tell she was close by the way her body began to tense and tremble; he captured her lips in one more deep kiss before drawing back and uttering his command. “Come for me, love.” A cry of pleasure ripped from her throat as she came undone, gripping the hair at the base of his neck while he continued driving into her. Liam could feel her tighten around his cock, following her with his own shuddering release a moment later as he let out a deep groan and pulled her hips flush against his.

Charlotte’s forehead rested against Liam’s chest as they caught their breath. She tilted her head to meet his lips, kissing him slow and deep as he still pulsated inside her. He slowly pulled himself out, smiling into the kiss at the whimper that the loss of him drew from Charlotte. He slowly rested her leg back down, sliding his hand higher up her thigh as he went until it settled on her backside. “Your ass is freezing,” he spoke through a chuckle as they parted.

“I don’t feel cold. Not at all,” she sighed. He smiled, sliding his finger beneath her chin and brushing his thumb across her lips before kissing her again.

Liam and Charlotte collected themselves and fixed their clothing back into place; he slipped off his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders before pulling her to him and wrapping his arms around her. Charlotte nuzzled against his chest, relishing in his warmth as they stood on the top of the tower for a few more peaceful moments before they had to step back into reality.

Charlotte felt him kiss the top of her head as his hand rubbed her back, and she smiled. “I love you,” he whispered against her hair.

“I love you too.”

*******

The following evening, while Charlotte stayed back on the train, Maxwell and Drake headed to the speakeasy for Liam’s bachelor party. Drake was feeling uneasy about going. Not only did he have to be around the pompous assholes of court, but he also had to talk to Bastien. He was still having a difficult time coming to terms with the fact that he had helped set Charlotte up and trying to figure out exactly how he was going to tell Liam.

The limousine pulled up along the sidewalk, and Maxwell glanced at Drake. “Ready for this?”

“As I’ll ever be …”

When Maxwell and Drake entered the private room where the party was being held, they immediately spotted Liam on the other side; a look of relief flashed across Liam’s expression upon seeing them, thankfully tearing himself away from a conversation with Neville. He greeted Drake and Maxwell and waved a staff member down to get them drinks.

The three of them sat in a quiet corner of the room with their whiskey and steaks, talking for a while before Drake finally forced himself to scan the room for Bastien. He spotted him on the other side speaking with Rashad, and his jaw ticked as he narrowed his eyes. He tossed back the rest of his whiskey and set his glass down before excusing himself.

“Hey, Drake,” Bastien smiled as he approached him.

“Hey. Can I talk to you?” Drake asked.

Bastien nodded, and Rashad stepped away, leaving the two of them alone. “Enjoying the party? Whiskey and steaks sound like your kind of scene,” he chuckled.

“Bas …” Drake stared at him, and Bastien furrowed his brows in question at the look on his face. “I need to talk to you about Charlotte.”

“What about her?” Bastien asked, raising his glass to his lips.

“We know it was you … who helped set her up …” Bastien paused, staring at Drake over the rim of his glass. “There’s no use in denying it. She was told everything yesterday about how you paid Penelope to sabotage her. But I keep asking myself why? Why would you do that to her? To Liam? It doesn’t make any sense to me.”

“Drake …” Bastien trailed off and glanced around the room before meeting his gaze again and shaking his head. “I can’t talk about this.”

“Bas, I know you’re a good guy, but what you did, what you helped Tariq almost do to Brooks that night, is fucked up, and you know it! And I know you had to be working for someone. I know you wouldn’t do-”

“Dammit, Drake! I said can’t talk about this!” Bastien’s voice came out louder than he expected, pulling a few other’s attention, including Liam’s.

“You’re unbelievable! You stand there and preach loyalty and then turn around and do what did to not only Brooks, who was innocent in all of this, but to Liam!” Drake hissed. “You’re not the man I thought you were. At all.”

“Drake, it wasn’t personal … I swear.”

“What wasn’t personal?” Liam’s voice came behind them, and both Bastien and Drake stiffened as they stared at one another.

“Nothing, Your Majesty. I apologize for the commotion. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go do a quick perimeter check.”

Bastien stepped away, and Liam turned to Drake. “Are you ok? What the hell was that about?”

Drake let out a breath and looked over at his friend as Maxwell joined them. It was clear Bastien had no intention of coming clean to Liam, leaving Drake no other choice. “Li …” Drake ran his fingers through his hair before telling Liam what Penelope had told Charlotte the day before. As Liam listened, he could feel the anger rising inside him, learning that his head guard was involved in the scandal against Charlotte. “I tried to get some answers from him before telling you, but … he just kept saying he couldn’t talk to me.”

“I can’t believe this …” Liam shook his head in disbelief as he rubbed his hand over his mouth.

“He had to be working for someone else because he has nothing to gain from it himself,” Drake added.

Liam’s jaw tensed. “Can you head back to the train and give Charlotte a message for me?” Drake nodded, and Liam leaned over, dropping his voice as he explained what he wanted them to tell her; Drake and Maxwell both nodded. “I won’t be far behind you.”

When Drake and Maxwell left, Liam’s eyes scanned the crowd of men, narrowing when they landed on Bastien as he came back inside from his security check. He stalked towards him and roughly grabbed hold of his arm, yanking him out of the room through the private back entrance of the speakeasy.

“Your Majesty!” Bastien’s voice slightly shook.

The door shut, and Liam glowered at him. “It was you!”

Bastien opened his mouth to speak but let out a breath instead. He didn’t think Drake would say anything, but it was clear Liam knew the truth. “Sir … if I can just explain-”

Bastien was knocked backward to the ground when Liam’s fist came across his jaw. “Explain? There is nothing to explain!” Liam bellowed, his voice echoing through the dark alley they were standing in. “You helped set her up!” Bastien rubbed his jaw but stayed on the ground, knowing better than to try and get to his feet. “You took fucking part in what happened to her!” Liam grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him up. “Who were you working for?”

“Sir-”

“Who were you working for?” Liam growled.

Bastien hesitated for another moment before answering. “Your father, sir …”

Liam let out a sharp breath as his eyes widened; he let go of Bastien’s shirt and took a step back, staring at him. “My … my father?”

“I paid Lady Penelope in exchange for hiring the photographer who took the pictures of Lady Charlotte and Tariq that night … all under orders from your father.” He could see the shock and betrayal written across Liam’s expression as he tried processing what he was just told.

Suddenly, Liam remembered something. “That night … when you came to get me for the last-minute meeting with him …” Liam shook his head in disbelief. “He knew I was supposed to meet her, didn’t he?”

Bastien nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“And you came and got me knowing what was going to take place that night!” Liam ran his trembling hand through his hair as he tried wrapping his mind around the revelation.

“I was only following the orders of my King, sir.”

“You could have come forward two months ago, but you chose to stay silent! The minute that signet ring was given to me, I became your King! All of this could have been avoided! The entire Coronation Ball scene! Her being dragged out! All of it!”

“Sir, I will help you in any-”

“I don’t want your fucking help!” Liam shouted. He turned and began walking out of the alley; he could hear Bastien’s footsteps following behind him, and he whirled around. “Do not fucking follow me! I’ll get another guard to accompany me for the remainder of the tour because I surely can’t trust you!”

****

Liam walked on the sidewalk illuminated by the lampposts alongside the concrete balustrade that overlooked the Seine River. His hands were stuffed in his pocket as he struggled to process that his father was the one behind Charlotte’s scandal. He pulled his hand from his pocket, clearing his throat and rubbing his forefinger and thumb against his eyes as he wiped away the tears that had begun to leak. His own father had stood in the way of the one thing that he knew made Liam happy … and he couldn’t understand why. And now he had to tell Charlotte, and he was unsure how she would take the news that the former King had conspired against her.

Hearing his name, Liam glanced up and spotted Charlotte near the bridge; he composed himself before quickening his pace, not wanting to give way that he had been upset. Drake didn’t tell Charlotte what happened at the speakeasy, only that he didn’t get any answers from Bastien. He thought Liam should be the one to talk to her, unsure of what took place after he left. He only relayed Liam’s message he gave him to meet near the bridge.

Despite everything going on, Liam couldn’t stop the smile when he looked at her. “Hi,” he whispered as he made it up to her, cupping her face and leaning down, pressing his lips to hers in a lingering kiss. “Thank you for meeting me.”

“Why did you want to meet here?” she smiled.

Liam chose to wait to tell her about his father, not wanting to ruin this moment he had planned before learning the truth himself. “I had an idea earlier …” He stepped back and pulled out a small lock that he had purchased that morning, wanting to take Charlotte to the famous Love Lock Bridge. Charlotte grinned when she saw the brass lock in his hand, knowing what he had in mind. “Do me the honor?” he smiled.

“Yes! I’ve heard stories about these!” Charlotte became giddy with excitement as he led to the bridge. They stepped onto it, looking at all the locks put there over the years, scanning for a spot to place their own.

Liam crouched down when he eyed an opening for the lock. “Ok … what should we write on it?”

“Do our initials,” Charlotte smiled as she kneeled next to him.

“Like people carve on trees?” he chuckled, pulling the key from his other pocket.

“Yeah! Have you never done that?”

“No. I never had anyone I wanted to do it with,” he smiled. Using the tip of the key, Liam carved an ‘L’ and a ‘C’ into the brass. He took her hand when he finished, and together they placed the lock on the bridge, clicking it shut. He stared at it for a moment, thinking of everything they had been through already in their short time together. “Thank you for doing this with me.”

Charlotte sensed something off in his tone, and when she looked at him, she could see it in his expression. “Liam … what’s wrong?”

Liam glanced at her and let out a breath as he helped her to stand. He leaned against the railing and looked down at their intertwined hands. “Drake told me about Bastien …”

“Liam, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. Drake said he wanted to talk to Bastien first and then tell you himself.”

“I understand. I just … I talked to Bastien after Drake left. It didn’t go very well …”

“What happened?”

Liam glanced up and met her gaze. “I yelled … and punched him.” Charlotte’s eyes widened at his words. “Then I asked him who he was working for … and he told me. I know who was behind the scandal, Charlotte. I know who set you up.”

Charlotte’s heart began to race. “Who was it?”

A look of guilt and remorse filled Liam’s expression. “It was my father …”

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Request; Could I request a YJs1 Dick x reader with the reader being new to the team and a protege of black canary? He’s my favourite 🥰

A/N; honestly, if one robin is AT LEAST one of your favorites, if they aren’t in the top three, i don’t trust you. also, i really like the way i wrote this a stuff, if anyone wants i can make this a thing. I fucking grew up on young justice i love these characters. rock and roll buckeroo!

Pairing; Dick Grayson(Robin) x Fem!Reader

Warnings; fluff, slight cursing

Your upbringing wasn’t pleasant, for a short backstory, Black Canary found you when she did a raid on an illegal Meta-Human fighting ring. Your parents sold you to the leader of the ring. Your power was similar to Canary’s, in which your voice was a power. You could mimic sounds around you like a mockingbird, but you had similarities with an owl in the fact that your neck could turn all the way around and you had night vision. Black Canary found you when you were ten, taking you in as her own. She took you under her wing. *dad jokehehuheh*

She had taken care of you for four years, you ever really made you debut as a hero, until Batman started the underground team of sidekicks. Robin of course knew of you, as did Batman because, duh. Well, Roy did too but that was mainly because Green Arrow was dating Canary. He was like a big brother, and he deeply cared for you. 

“And this is Black Canary’s protégé, Mockingbird.” You walked out from the shadows, a black hoodie and red jeans on. Your hoodie had your favorite band one it, whatever it may be. “Sup.” You nod your head at the boys, your hood covered your face since it was dark but you also had glasses on, kinda like Robin’s but they were reading glasses. The glasses could profile anyone and bring up their history, if it’s in the web or files on the cloud, you gotem.

Kid Flash was easy, he didn’t both with covering his face, everyone else was open with you, but not Robin. You glasses always got glitched out when you tried to activate them while looking at him. He knew this and did it on purpose. He didn’t know much about you, only you hero name, you also did that on purpose, it was a fun little battle. You were closer to Robin anyways, being close in age but that didn’t stop Wally from flirting. “Hey babe~ Wanna spar~?” The redhead would ask, before you could speak he would go pale. “Nevermind.” Then he’d run away, you guessed it was Robin, he had mastered the infamous bat-glare.

When Artemis joined the team, you were happy. Another human girl on the team, no offense to M’gann but you felt more comfortable with another human female around. Plus, she was funny. You lived in Star City with Diane and Oliver, and you met her first, it was awesome when you came with her to the Cave and saw all of them shocked.

“What’s up, birdy?” You smile as you trotted over to Robin, you didn’t really have a superhero suit, you kinda took after Black Canary, civilian clothes were your hero clothes. It was usually blood stained black leggings, a navy blue crop top hoodie and black paint around your eyes and bridge of your nose rather than a regular mask because those were itchy. “Do NOT call me that.” Boy Wonder grumbled and elbowed you playfully. You gave him a smirk and batted you eyelashes at him. “You love me.” “No I don’t.” He snorted.

“The Wallman is here!” A redhead yelled through the zeta-tubes as he entered, the loud noise made you yelp and grab onto the nearest person, which was Robin. When you both realized that you both turned red. “Yeesh...stay whelmed Mockingbird.” He finally got out after being frozen. You both had completely ignored the situation going on around you, until...

“Recognize: Speedy, B06.” The computer spoke, making you grinning like an idiot and turn towards the tubes. “Well for starters, he doesn’t go by speedy anymore. Call me Red Arrow.” Your eyes lit up at your brother, well not really brother but you both looked at each other as such. “Roy-” Oliver started but you cut him off. “Roy!” You yelled happily and ran towards your redhead. “Wa to ruin his moment...” Wally grumbled but you flipped him off as you hugged Roy. “Why don’t you call anymore? I’ve been worried. So was Olly, and I guess Robin, Kaldur, and Wally, but I’m your sister!” You whined and teared up, your tears mixing with the paint you used as a mask causing black tears.

“Oh birdie...you know why.” Roy soothed causing you to sniffle and rub your tears away. “Right, sorry.” You mumble and pull away, “Sorry.” You mumbled again and walked back to your spot by Robin, the taller boy put a hand on your shoulder. “Roy, you look-” Oliver started, “Replaceable.” Roy hissed and walked over. “You know it’s not like that.” “Then why bother with a sub? Can she even use that bow?” He gestured angrily to the blonde archer. “Yes she can.” Artemis hissed back. “Who are you?!” Wally whined. “I’m his niece.” “She’s his niece.” “She’s my niece.” Artemis, you, and Green Arrow stated in a matter-of-fact like tone. “Another niece?” Robin snorted, earning an elbow from you.

“But he’s not your replacement!” You chimed in, walking over to the arrows. “We have always wanted you on the team.” Aqualad said, walking over to the now, Red Arrow. “And we have no quota on archers.” The leader continued. “And if we did, you know who we’d pick!” Wally chimed, glaring over at Artemis. “Whatever Baywatch,” Artemis glared, “I’m here to stay.” You stifled a chuckle and looked away. “Baywatch...” You snorted. “But you came here for a reason, right Roy?” You asked when you finally calmed down. “Yeah, a reason named Dr. Sterling Roquette.”

Both yours and Robin’s eyes widened before you both pulled up a file with the holographic computer. “Nano-robotics genius-” Robin started as he began typing. “And claytronics expert at Royal University in Star City! I love her!” You finished and gushed the last part. “Vanished two weeks ago.” Robin continued, earning a frown on your face. “Abducted two weeks ago, by the League of Shadows.” “Woah, you want us to rescue her from The Shadows?” Boy wonder said in a hopeful tone. “Hardcore.” Wally said in awe and fist bumped the other boy. “Dumbasses.” You scoffed and hit them both in the back of the neck. “Roy probably already did that.” You pointed out and walked over to him with a big smile. Roy smiled back and ruffled your hair. “She’s right, I already rescued her. There’s only one problem, the shadows already got her to make a weapon, ‘Doc call it the Fog.” Roy pulled up an image of a dark cylinder looking object with red buttons.

“It’s comprised of millions of microscopic robots, nanotech infiltrators, capable of disintegrating anything in their path- concrete, steel, flesh, bone.- but it’s true purpose isn’t mere destruction. It’s theft. The infiltrators eat and story raw data from any computer system and deliver the stolen data to the Shadows. Providing them access to weapons, strategic defense, cutting edge science and tech.” “Perfect for extortion, manipulation, and power broking.” Artemis starts, earning a groan from Wally, an admiring look from you, and a knowing look from Robin. “Yep. Sounds like The Shadows.” She finishes. “Oh like you know anything about The Shadows.” Wally groans and glares at the blonde, who just smirks. “Who ARE you?!” Wally yells obviously irritated, both you and Robin chuckled a little.

“Roquette’s working on a virus to render the Fog inert.” Roy says, ignoring the childish behavior. “But if The Shadows know she can do that...” Robin started quietly, you gasped softly. “They’ll target her.” You whisper in shock. “It’s okay, right now she’s off the grid. I stashed her in a local highschool computer lab.” Roy shrugs, opening his mouth to speak again. “You left her alone?” Green Arrow asks in shock and mild disappointment. ‘Oh great, here we go again.’ You think as you roll  you eyes. “She’s safe enough for now.” Roy spits and glares at Oliver. “Then let’s you and I take care of that together.” “You and I? Don’t you want to take your new protogé.” The redhead spits again, earning a groan from you. “Roy, you brought this to the team, we’ll talk care of it okay?” You say softly, putting your hand on his shoulder. “And she is part of the team. I promise nothing bad will happen. Trust me, big bro.” You smile, a child like glint in you e/c eyes. “Fine, Y/n. I trust you.” Roy whispered, kissing your forehead before leaving. “Speedy-” The computer started, “Change that to Red Arrow.” You spoke up before Roy could, you winked at him before he left.

Robin knew it was a platonic gesture, you both looked at each other like siblings, he knew that. He fucking knew but a piece of him was jealous. He didn’t know why, maybe he like you? No, he wouldn’t, doesn’t matter anyways. The team had a mission to do. But god damnit he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He wished he could be the one kissing your forehead, holding you, knowing your actual name like Roy did. Damn, being a teenager with feelings fucking SUCKS. 

All of a sudden you all were linked up by Miss Martian telepathy. “Everyone online?” Her voice rung inside your head, causing a giggle. “Mhm.”  You hummed in your head while you sat on a table between Kid Flash and Robin. “Woah, this is weird.” Artemis said, in her head of course, and you just giggled in response. “I know right? Prepare for a killer headache when Megan cuts it off!” You giggled more as you popped some of Wally’s fruit snacks in your mouth. Then the doctor started complaining. “Lady, I’m not really diggin your attitude right now.” You say while rolling your eyes. “You literally look like some random kid they got from the street!” The doctor replied earning a huff from you as you sat up straight. 

“You literally look like some random kid they got from the street.” You said, using your mocking power, you spoke in her exact voice, earning a shocked look from her. “Now shut the fuck up.” You hissed in your normal voice, earning a stern look from Aqualad. “Oh don’t judge my language fish boy.” You grumbled and crossed your arms, looking through a blind. “Do you always act like this when people try to help you?” Wally’s voice rung in your head. “Pot, kettle, you’ve met?” Artemis replied, you snickered slightly. “Great, now I want kettle corn. Thanks Art.” You whined and then ignored them arguing until Robin spoke. “You should give her some more credit. It was /her/ arrow that saved you from Amazo.” Robin said with a smirk, in which you practically swooned. “No, it was Spee-Red Arrow’s arrow, right?” “Not so much.” Robin snickered and you did as well. 

“God I love his voice.” You thought and then you realized that everyone was connected, SHIT. Your eyes widened and your face turned red. “I mean haha, I was thinking of something else.” You got up. “I’ll...I’ll go an patrol the halls...hall monitor duties.” You got up. “Oh god oh god. This is so embarrassing.” You though as you messed with your fingerless gloves. “Should we tell her?” Wally’s voice rang in your head, you could feel him smirking. “THEN DON’T LISTEN!” You screamed from the hallway and you could hear his laughs. Everyone basically knew you had a crush on Robin, it was obvious to everyone but him. He felt the same, it was also obvious to everyone but you. This was not the TIME.

You were walking down the hall, until you heard footsteps behind you. You turned around, punching the figure and wrapping you legs around the person’s waist as you pinned them down. “Woah woah, stay whelmed, Mockingbird.” You squeezes you legs tighter when you realized it was Robin. “What do you want?” You whisper-shouted. “You seemed to be distraught. You really should get traught.” He gave you a smirk that you always melted over. “Mind not squeezing me to death?” He asked and you flushed as you let him go from you thighs crushing him. 

“Your wordplay is so stupid...” You smiled softly and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “So what? You said you love my voice.” Robin teased. “I do.” You sighed and then covered your mouth in shock. “I-I mean...shut up!” Robin bit his lip and rubbed the back of his neck. “I have to head out with Superboy.” He mumbled in which you sighed and grabbed his wrist before he could leave. “Be safe okay?” You whisper softly, getting closer to him. His lips were inches away from your. Robin smiled and kissed your forehead. “I’ll try.” He smiled in which you turned so red you were sure you would’ve been glowing. “It’s Y/n...Y/n L/n.” You spoke up as he started to walk away. “That’s my name.” You mumble. He turned around, wide eyed. 

“Y/n L/n eh? That’s a pretty name.” Robin teased before running off.

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[that-bi-bitch-writes]

Wanda + Vision +[Name??]

So I wrote this all just now and I wanted to actually follow the entire Wandavision series so this should be done after 9 maybe 10 chapters. This chapter is very very very awkward and I did that on purpose because I wanted to write in the style of an outsider who is describing what’s happening.

If you watch Wandavision you know there are times when you’re watching Wanda’s show and times when you’re watching the miniseries on Disney + and it’s usually signified but the borderlines on the tv. Well I don’t have borderlines but I can switch up writing styles. When it’s awkward think of the parts that Wanda has edited and aired on tv herself. Almost as if sometimes I(as the author) am on the outside of the hex.

There are very minor changes to the original details so you can skim if you’d like but then ending from the weird spacing part down is important.I hope you Enjoy!

Chapter One: Filmed in front of a live studio audience.

The Screen is in black and white as a theme song plays over a montage of a car driving into town. In it sits a man in a suit and woman in a white dress. From the sign and the cans dragging from the back of the car, the two driving are a cute and apparently newlywed couple.

“A newlywed couple just moved to town. A regular husband and wife who left the big city to find a new life. Wanda Vision”

The man, apparently Vision, steps out of the car as his wife Wanda points toward the house’s for sale sign and zaps it so it says sold. He lifts her in his arms and carries her towards the door but phases through as she drops on the ground shaking her head in disapproval with a smile on her face.

“She’s a magical cal in a small town locale. He’s a homie who’s part machine. How will these two fit in...”

Vision opens the door and picks Wanda up once again. He successfully phases through a small chair while holding her in his arms. Vision puts Wanda down and they begin to dance as the credits roll over their faces. 

“Wanda Vision” the theme song finishes as the screen fades to black. The scene changes and Wanda points at several things and they begin to levitate in the style of an old time visual effect. As she puts the levitating plates away Vision walks through the kitchen with his nose in the newspaper. A plate crashes over his head.

“My wife and her flying saucers”

“My husband and his indestructible head” cue the laugh track.

Wanda reads off the menu of a human man’s dreams as vision stares boredly into the newspaper. He reminds her she doesn’t eat. She jokes.

“Wanda?”

“Hmm”

“Is there something special about today?”

“Well I know the apron was a bit much dear but I am doing my best to blend in”

“No no there on the calendar someone’s drawn a little heart. Right above today’s date”

“Oh yes the heart.” Her voice pitches “Well don’t tell me you’ve forgotten Vis.”

“Forgotten? Oh Wanda I’m incapable of forgetting I remember everything and that’s not an exaggeration. In fact, I’m incapable of exaggeration.

The two go back and forth as it becomes more and more obvious that neither one of them knows what’s going on. To get out of the conversation Vision heads to work and Wanda reminds him of his robotic look. He shakes his face as sparkles appear. He heads off to work and Wanda comes closer to the calendar. It is August 23rd and she just can’t seem to remember what’s going to happen. She hears a knocking noise before the screen glitches. No picture comes up but a distinct phrase can be heard. “Happy Birthday to me”

The picture clears up and Wanda is interacting with a cheerful woman who introduces herself as Agnes. Agnes jokes with Wanda and presents her a plant before asking Wanda questions that just can’t seem to be answered. Not without magic of course. Questions about the occupants of the home, how things became so settled and why the date could be so special to the newlyweds. Agnes asks if it’s a birthday and Wanda refuses assuredly although she is very wrong. With Agnes’ prompting Wanda decides it is her anniversary and should do something special to keep Vision happy. Wanda agrees.

Vision is seen finishing work as he attempts to fit in, but he finishes his workload so quickly it is kind of odd. His coworker Norm stares in astonishment and offers to help Vision in any way. Vision in his confusion wants to know what exactly they do there. He seems to just know what to do at certain moments but he doesn’t know how or why. It is kind of… odd. Norm and Vision go through a pointless conversation because neither of them know exactly what is going on and Vision reacts poorly to one of Norm’s jokes. In his solution Norm asks Vision to vent his frustrations. In the middle of their conversation Vision’s boss Mr Hart tells Vision he is excited for their dinner because if it doesn’t go well Vision will be fired. Vision assumes that is what the heart is for and assures him everything will go smoothly before looking off in worry.

Wanda and Agnes are discussing what Wanda can do to enhance their anniversary evening. Wanda rightly inquires about the seduction techniques she should be putting into place. The phone rings and Wanda and Vision begin talking about their plans for the evening. Vision says he’s nervous for the evening and Wanda feels flattered. Vision suggests that the evening is of utmost importance and Wanda gets nervous implying that it is only one night. The two seem to think they are on the same page but neither of them is reading the right book. Wanda seems to think a seduction technique is required, and Vision assumes his wife is waiting at home ready to impress his boss. 

Vision arrives home with the Harts and calls out to Wanda who comes around in a shawl and places her hands over Mr Hart’s eyes. It isn’t until Vision comes out of the kitchen that she realizes her mistake. They clumsily cover Wanda’s mistake by implying it is from her European culture. Mr Hart implies that he is hostile towards communist Europeans and his wife chides him. Wanda and Vision meet in the kitchen to straighten out their misunderstandings. Vision is obviously really intrigued by Wanda’s outfit and keeps circling back to it. Wanda realizes there needs to be a home cooked meal on the table. Flashing a dress onto her body she calls over Agnes to bring over some food.

Mr Hart and Vision are chatting in the living room and Mrs Hart gets a little antsy hoping to help Wanda in the kitchen so she’d have something to do while the boys talk business. Agnes makes a lot of noise in the kitchen so Mrs Hart is very inclined to help. After Wanda shows Agnes out Mrs Hart opens the shutters to the kitchen. Vision draws her attention by singing. Not horribly but very obviously strained. By singing he entertains Mrs Hart but Mr Hart is not at all please. Wanda becomes overwhelmed and her powers start to cause accidents. She forgets things and shouts leaving Vision to cover for her. He comes into the kitchen to help as Wanda switches out with him. The Hart’s are starved and do not feel very happy with their visit to Wanda and Vision’s household. Wanda very poorly distracts them and Agnes knocks on the door causing further confusion.

Wanda walks into the kitchen with a mind to fix everything. She magics up breakfast for dinner and serves it up as Mr Hart begins to doubt vision and doubt his management skills. Everything is done just in time and all four sit down to eat. Mrs Hart goes on a similar line of questioning like Agnes and asks Wanda questions she simply does not have the answer to, like how long they’ve been married, why the move and why they don’t have children. Neither Wanda or vision can answer the questions and Mr Hart escalates the situation by continuously questioning the newlyweds. Mrs Hart tries to deescalate the situation but is no help. As Mr Hart becomes more and more indignant he chokes. As if he’s joking Mrs Hart demands he stop it. 

The longer the choking goes on the perspective changes. Mrs Hart no longer demands her husband stop and turns to Wanda as she pleads. Her smile does not change but it doesn’t reach her eyes. The camera pans to a confused Vision, then Wanda and back to Mrs Hart. Wanda asks Vision to help Mr Hart and he phases his hand through the man’s throat to pull out a chocolate covered strawberry. The ones Wanda left in the kitchen before preparing dinner. When he recovers the Harts leave. Mrs Hart ushering them out with a joke. Suddenly Mr Hart is proud of Vision and suggests Vision may be getting a promotion. The Harts interaction with Wanda is strange but with Vision they talk almost normally. When the two finally leave, Wanda sighs and Vision reverts to his normal form.

Wanda points out that the two of them are an unusual couple that don’t have an anniversary or a song or wedding rings. They designate August 23rd as their anniversary. Their song becomes yakkity yak. Vision asks Wanda to make them rings and when she waves her finger they get rings dedicated to each other and say I do. They kiss and Vision presses a button and the live studio audience cheers them on. The credits appear to roll as Wanda and Vision’s faces are framed in a hexagon. Then the music suddenly stops and they look at each other. Almost as if her magic was delayed another set of rings appear on their fingers and their front door opens.

“Happy Birthday to me and Happy Anniversary to you my loves”

Wanda looks at the door in surprise and alarm. Vision has another one of those moments where he just knows exactly what to do and turns towards the door. He uses Wanda’s hand to help her up off the couch and leads her to the door. She follows trusting her husband. Vision walks up to the man and using his free hand to grab the man’s face he leans in and kisses him.

“Happy Birthday [Name]. I love you”

[Name] turns toward Wanda and gives her a brilliant smile. “Happy Anniversary Wanda.” 

Wanda is confused yet charmed and she thinks about the second ring on her finger. She looks [Name] in the eyes and smiles a genuine smile. “Happy Birthday [Name]” and as she leans in to give him a kiss, the cameras fade to black. 

#x male reader #wanda maximoff #wanda x male reader #wanda maximoff x male reader #male reader #male reader insert #wandavision x male reader #wandavision x reader #vision x male reader #vision x reader #wandavision #that-bi-bitch-writes

[trashyswitch]

Two Minds Think Alike

Vanny had just welcomed this stranger, William, into her head: a beige bunny with a shady past. As she tries to understand who they are and what their motives are, she discovers a fun little secret about her new bunny friend.

This fanfic was suggested by @trashylever on Tumblr. This is my first lee!Glitchtrap fanfic! So trashylever, and everyone else, I hope you enjoy!

Vanny was still trying to get used to there being more people in her head than just...herself. He kinda just introduced himself, said ‘I need a home’ and embedded himself into Vanny’s brain without a proper introduction. She didn’t even know who he was. And yet here he is: living in her head. If she’s gonna learn to live with him, she’s gonna have to get to know him.

Vanny closed her eyes and pushed herself deeper into her head. There, she saw the bunny being that had joined her head. Vanny decided to start off like all exchanges do: with names.

“So...Do you...have a name besides Glitchtrap?” Vanny asked. “Or something less mysterious than…’Malhare’?” Vanny asked, using quotations.

The being turned to her with a tired, bored face. “...Afton.” He replied.

Afton? Wait...Why did that name sound strangely familiar?

“Is that...a first name? Or a last name?” Vanny asked.

The bunny groaned and got up. “William. William Afton. Happy?” they spat at her.

Vanny raised her eyebrows. This person’s got quite the attitude. They sound pissed...over a need for a name. “Yes, thank you.” Vanny shot back.

The being looked at her before looking away.

“Are...Are you gonna ask me for a name? Or am I supposed to just give you a name?” Vanny asked.

The guy...William...looked at her from the corner of their eye and looked back down again. “You’re a teenage girl. That’s all I need to know.” the person said.

Vanny sighed and sat down on the ground. “Great...I’m expected to live with THIS-” She pointed to the bunny in front of her, “-For the rest of my life.” Vanny muttered out loud.

The bunny sighed. “Life isn’t fair, sunshine.” They muttered.

Vanny widened her eyes and turned to the bunny with a frown. “Excuse me?!” she walked right up to the bunny and pushed them down with her foot. “Just who do you think you are?!”

The bunny looked up at her with a frown. Then, they scoffed. “Try looking up my name. That’ll give you a pretty good idea.” they spat with a dangerous look in their eyes. Vanny growled and left her mind.

Vanny opened her eyes and hopped onto her phone. She typed the name ‘William Afftin’ into the search bar.

[A-f-t-o-n. AfTON.] the bunny corrected.

Vanny sighed and fixed the name. ‘William Afton’. She clicked the search button and watched as tons of links showed up right away. Tons of links about ‘child killer’, ‘The Man Behind The Slaughter’ and ‘Fazbear Entertainment’ came up. Vanny’s expression turned from annoyed to surprised in a single second. Child killer? Child killer?

She clicked one of the links. This brought up pictures of happy kids, and blurred images of their corpses beside the happy images. They were mostly aged 5 to age 10! Names of previously missing children filled her brain as she read them: Charlie...Cassidy...Fritz...Gabriel...Jeremy… And Susie.

[They were interesting kids. Somewhat ignored by the adults there. No one even noticed they went missing until they got home. Stupid people…] The bunny told her.

Vanny widened her eyes. Holy...How did he-

Vanny scrolled down and looked at the other pictures that came up. There were photos taken of...suits?

[Animatronics. Big robots with endoskeletons and programming designed for anything you want. In this instance, they were disguised as animals and made for kids entertainment. We were the talk of the town at the time! Freddy Fazbear and the Band. Kids loved it.] The bunny explained.

Freddy Fazbear- WAIT A SECOND! “That VR Video Game was based on real life?!” Vanny reacted.

[Yup. That game itself was Fazbear Entertainment’s way of saving their tarnished reputation of child-killing machines. Every entertainment spot the Fazbear company opened, ended up with at least one child or person killed from robot malfunctions.] The bunny explained.

Vanny frowned as she looked at the missing kids. “It wasn’t just robot malfunctions...It was murders too.” Vanny mentioned. “You were the cause of those murders! You killed up to 5 children!” Vanny reacted.

[Yup. Indeed I did.] The bunny replied.

Vanny huffed as she put her phone down and went into her head again. “Why?” She asked. “Did you know them personally? Why would you specifically choose to kill them?” She asked.

“Does it matter?” The bunny asked as they stood up. “I just did.” they replied.

Vanny looked at the bunny. “You’re not a bunny. I wanna see what you really look like.” Vanny told them.

William sighed and closed their eyes. “There’s plenty of images on the World Wide Web to give you a good picture.” they told her.

“I don’t want to use the internet. I wanna see you. The real you.” She told them. “That is, if your former self was programmed into your code.” Vanny mentioned.

William rolled his eyes. “I have no former self anymore. This is it. I’m a glitch shown as a bunny.” William explained.

“You know technology has advanced enough to change your appearance, right?” Vanny mentioned.

William gave her a dirty look. “Well maybe,” William walked closer to Vanny. “Someone didn’t put that into account when programming me into the fucking game!” William spat at her. Then, he leaned his head back a bit. “I’m afraid this is as close as you’re gonna get.” William turned around and walked away.

Vanny let out heavy breaths as she processed the words hidden under his overwhelmingly rude attitude. Despite not actually being responsible for how William’s brain and personality was handled, Vanny still felt hurt by his words. This man, who was once a physical being, is now stuck inside a girl’s head. Even worse: a teenage girl’s head.

Vanny closed her eyes and frowned as she looked at him. “Why…”

William hummed and tilted his head as he looked at pictures hidden in her head.

“Why choose me...of all people?” Vanessa asked.

William smiled a little at that question. He turned around and looked at her with purple, glowing eyes. “Because your curiosities can lead you down a really dark path if you let it.” William told her. “...And maybe I can help you with that.” William offered.

Vanny widened her eyes and stared at the bunny in both horror and awe.

William chuckled at her reaction. “The internet has offered you endless chances to satisfy your curiosities and yet…” William looked at their own hand. “You stop yourself.”

Vanny bit her lip and lifted her head up. “W-Well...that kind of job takes a lot of work to clean and cover up.” Vanny admitted. “And I don’t want the police finding out about my internet searches. They could see me as a suspect.” She added.

William chuckled at the last part. “There are always incognito modes.” William reminded her. “And as a guy who’s been there and done that, I will help you through all the steps. But only if you agree…” William offered.

Vanny’s awe-struck face shrunk down as she backed away. No...No she shouldn’t! She’s worked this hard trying to make a life for herself! She can’t ruin that now!

William hummed and waved their index finger. “Mmm...there’s that doubt. There’s the part of you that’s trying to return back to normal life.” William pointed out. “But that normalcy will not satisfy that instinct inside you. I’ve tried. Eventually, it found a crack and broke right through it. You’ll be better off starting early than spending your life trying to hide it. After all: Therapy always teaches you to let it out rather than shove it inside you.” William explained.

Vanny considered correcting him, but realised that he was still staying true to the facts. So, she let him talk more.

William walked closer to Vanny and gave her a charming, yet sadistic kind of smile. “You and I have something special in common: you and I both wanted to know things only the dark part of the web could provide you.” William said. “I’ve already answered all my curiosities. But you...You’re waiting to get your full answers. The world tells you to stay true to the law...yet your instincts tell you otherwise...” William explained. He started taking steps back.

“Besides: you gotta remember that everyone only has one life. It’s why I’ve been prolonging my life for as long as I have!” William explained. He spun himself around, sprinted up to Vanny and grabbed her shoulders. “Look at me! I’m in my triple digits now! I should be long dead! But I’m not! I’ve cheated death!” William declared with genuine excitement. “And now I have a chance to restart my killing spree...with a new body, and a loyal partner...something I lacked the first time.” William said eagerly.

Vanny smiled at the thought.

“So:” William held out his hand. “Will you be my new partner in crime?” William asked.

Vanny’s smile grew. It was a hard offer to resist. She’s been wanting to do this for so long. And now, she actually has the chance! Finally, after some thought, Vanny nodded and shook his hand. “I’d love to.” Vanny replied.

The two of them spent some time determining their action plans. With just a few google searches, William and Vanny were able to find a new Fazbear Mall that was opening up. And as luck would have it, they were hiring! So, Vanny pulled up her resume. With William’s previous business experience, he helped her sort out her slightly jumbled resume and cover letter. Before they knew it, the resume and the cover letter was sent to the business email. Now, all they had to do was wait.

While they waited, Vanny snuck back into her brain and looked at the bunny with curious eyes. “So...William Afton.” Vanny walked up and poked his shoulder. “What’s your little secret?” She asked.

William looked at her with confusion. “What do you mean ‘secret’?” William clarified.

“My deep secret is that I like really dark things. And I know you do too. But do you have another little secret you’d like to share?” Vanny asked.

William raised their eyebrows and smiled a little. “Like I’d ever share any secrets with you…”

Vanny frowned a bit. “Well, it’s only fair.” She told them. “Plus: we’re living with each other. I gotta know at least a few things about you.” She continued. “And specifically you...not just your history.”

William raised an eyebrow. The bunny had to admit she was stubborn. “Well...Okay.” William took a moment to think. “I was a father of three kids...all who I’ve outlived because… circumstances…” William admitted with a chuckle.

Vanny looked down with wide eyes. “Yyyyup...may or may not have found that within your history search.” Vanny admitted awkwardly.

William let out a laugh. “Wow! Okay.”

Vanny walked up to him. “Did you ever get tattoos when you were younger?” Vanny asked, grabbing his arm and looking at it.

William widened his eyes. “Uuuuuuhhh-” William pulled his arm out of her grip. “No. Even if I did, you’re not gonna see it on me now.” William mentioned.

Vanny looked down at the middle of his bunny tummy and gasped. “Look!” Vanny poked a visible light green little circle. “You have a bunny belly button!” she cooed.

William yelped and doubled over, wrapping both his arms around his belly. “HEY! No touching.” William warned.

Vanny raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. “Why? You ticklish?” Vanny asked. “Is de bunny wabbit ticklish?” Vanny teased as she tried to poke his belly.

“No!” William yelled back, slapping her hands away. “And stop that! I am a grown man!” William yelled at her.

“Hmmm…” Vanny leaned over and stared at the bunny’s side while poking it a couple times. “Maybe a grown bunny…” She gave the belly a squeeze. William shrieked and slapped her arm away. “But a grown man?! There’s NO way!” Vanny teased, sticking her tongue out.

William growled. “Bite me!” he shouted with visible teeth.

Vanny stared at him with starry eyes. Even though William was trying to scare her into stopping, his bunny image didn’t help him at all. If anything, it just made things worse! Vanny giggled and snorted at his attempts to frighten her. Lastly: Vanny brought her index finger up to William’s nose and…

*Beep!*

William squeaked and held his nose in surprise and...almost fear. He made his eyes go cross-eyed as he tried to look at his nose, which only added to the cuteness. The moment Vanny let out an excited squeal however, William shot her a glare out of the corner of his eye.

“Don’t even THINK about pulling those stupid, childish-” William yelped as his backside was poked.

“OMG! Your back is ticklish too?!” Vanny reacted. William tried to turn around, but was caught by one of Vanny’s arms around his shoulders. With her free hand, Vanny started crawling her fingers slowly up his back. William’s eyes widened almost immediately as his lips formed a wobbly and crooked smile.

“Oooooh! I see it’s not just your spine…” Vanny started scratching the back ribs. “The sides of your back are ticklish too!” Vanny reacted.

William let out a muffled yelp and shook his head. “SSSTAHAP-!” He yelled at her.

“OH! I’m close! I’m cracking your wall down!” Vanny teased excitedly.

Then, Vanny moved one hand up to the rabbit ears. “I wonder…” She started tickling the inner ear just as a small test. The moment William moved his rabbit ear away and wheezed, Vanny IMMEDIATELY covered his ears with tickles! It was so hard to resist not going for it, when the perfect opportunity had come up!

Now Vanny was tickling his ears menacingly and listening to every laugh, squeak, titter and giggle that left his mouth. It had actually surprised William just how well the programming managed to replicate his laughter as well! Things have REALLY changed since he was younger.

“VAHAHANNYHYHY! THAHAHAT’S EHEHENOHOHOUGH!” William tried to tell her.

“Hell no it’s not! We have tons of time! I still have a response to wait for from the Fazbear company that YOU used to work for. So now I’m just quickly waiting! And while I wait…” Vanny started tickling the base of William’s bunny ears. “-I can see just how ticklish you really are!” Vanny declared.

“NOHOHOHO! UHUHUN- AAHAHAHA-! UHUHUNFAHAHAIR!” William yelled at her.

“Oh I KNOW it’s unfair. But wanna know something else that’s unfair?” Vanny asked rhetorically. “Refusing to tell me a secret of yours after you found out about mine!” Vanny replied to her own question. “Now THAT’S unfair! And just downright rude!” Vanny added.

William shook his head, flapping his ears around as she attacked the vulnerable base of his ears. “NAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEHE! COHOME OHOHOHON VAHAHAHAHANNY!”

Vanny smirked. “Whaddaya mean ‘come on’? Are you challenging me?” Vanny asked.

William shrieked and turned himself around to get away. Sadly, this just didn’t work. Vanny quickly wrapped her sneaky arm around William’s back and waist, and used her arm to dip him backwards like they had just flashbacked to the 20’s.

William yelped and giggled quite bashfully at this sudden turn of events, but was immediately thrown back into his frustrated frenzy the moment Vanny tickled all over his belly. “NoHO! VANNY! IHIHIHI’LL KIHIHILL YOHOHOHOU!” William threatened as he fell into another hysterical laughing fit.

“Ooooooh! I see…” Vanny said to herself while she poked and prodded at the green circle that highlighted the bunny’s belly button. “You don’t really have a belly button! Just a little green circle that sticks it out from your tummy.” Vanny explained to herself.

“YEHEHES! YOHOHOU HAHAVE YOHOHOUR AHANSWEHER! NOHOW LEHEHET MEHE GOHOHOHO!” William ordered.

Vanny rolled her eyes with a smile and continued to tickle his belly. “Ever heard of manners? Even dogs develop better manners than you!” Vanny teased.

William growled through his laughter and started to push her away. Vanny sighed and stopped tickling his belly. William went limp in her arms as bits of sweat started to fall down the bunny’s face. Was...was that just an overexaggerated emotion?! Or was William actually able to ‘sweat’? “Ohokahay. Can...can you put me down?...pleeeease?” William asked. His attempts to be polite sounded very childish. But, it somewhat worked.

Vanny smiled and laid William back down. “I-Thank you. Though, you didn’t need to lay me- HAHAHA! HEHEHEHEY- YOUSONOFA- EEEEEHEHEHEHEK!” William accidentally interrupted himself. It turns out that Vanny couldn’t resist sneaking a tickle or two onto his ears again.

“No more statements, Giggly Willy. Just a thank you will work well.” Vanny told him as she stopped fully this time.

William grabbed onto his ears and curled up into a little ball on the floor of Vanny’s mind. It was...Quite hilarious to see a tough, put together man doing such a childish move.

“I...Am content with wo-working with you, but…*huff*...C-Could we keep the tickle attacks to a minimum?” William asked.

Vanny hummed as she thought. She finally sighed. “Fine. Once a month.” she told him. “I’ll tickle you once a month.”

William looked up at her and uncurled himself. “Wanna move that to twice a month?” William asked.

Vanny blinked in surprise. “Bi-weekly?! I thought you wanted to keep the tickling to a minimum.” Vanny reacted.

“For-forget that. I don’t mind them.” William admitted casually.

Vanny did everything in her power to not throw her hands in the air and shower him with tickles. But she knew one thing for sure:

Vanny is never letting William live this down!

#vanny is the reluctant follower #william afton is a jerk #vanny is sassy #light angst #mind manipulation #tell me your secrets #ticklefic #ler!vanny #lee!william #william afton is advanced programming now #bickering #pre-fnaf security breach

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Favourite Stream Moments!

Streamed by Philza on Twitch on Sunday 10th of January 

Dream smp

Time to (attempt to) revive wilbur!

eret has a plan but phil does not know what that plan is exactly

tommy is messaging him lmao

he does not appear to be aware that phil is streaming lol

phil both hates and loves the different pogchamps

there’s another enderman and a bunny in a boat now

RANBUN IS SO CUTE

lmao ranboo got that god-sword from tftsmp but it’s actually exactly the same as his usual sword

Lmao ghostbur keeps falling down the hole of l’manberg

phil is suggesting that the friend that died during doomsday, which was actually gifted by dream, might’ve been a fake friend lmao

“are you saying that the dream smp is full of unreliable narrators?”

phil is still figuring out the perfect angle to trident pearl to l’manberg

“is this friend?” *is a literal polar bear*

“cows are just like sheep but bad”

“you cant dye a chicken blue, and i’ve tried”

“i’m pretty good at opening cans! i bite them with my teeth”

(i’m not mentioning who is saying these but i bet yall can figure it out)

“swiss multitool wilbur”

“you just ram my face into a bottle and eventually it’ll open”

“can i go inside the prison?” “i don’t think you want to go inside the prison”

“i’ve never been inside the prison” “i have, it’s terrifying” mood ranboo

HOLY- I JUST REALISED THEYRE GONNA DO THIS IN THE BUTTON ROOM

rip wilbur never got a funeral, as opposed to schlatt

“not yet, phil, not yet” -after phil accidentally tridents wilbur

SALLY IS IN THE SHRINE AND GHOSTBUR DOES NOT RECOGNIZE HER

also there’s brewingstands and tnt

LMAO SALLY GLITCHED THROUGH THE FLOOR AND ALMOST DIED

ghostbur remembers his death really clearly and is suggesting reciting the exact same words

tommy is here rip

ghostbur assigned ranboo the role of tubbo, and eret is eret

wilbur can’t concentrate because tommy is here

“there’s a part here and sad-ist animated it”

oof the lines

chat is just all o7

ghostbur went from reciting his lines to coldplay lyrics back to his lines

rub it in that eret was the traitor will ya wilbur

ghostbur did not actually like the sword and is delaying it lol

tommy is only now finding out they’re resurrecting wilbur today lmao

CHAT IS SPAMMING WRONG SWORD

also ghostbur doesn’t want to go awww

now he’s asking tommy if he wants wilbur back

AHDHJFKLDFLK PHIL IS AT 133K VIEWERS RIGHT NOW WHAT

phil did it.

ghostbur is gone???

phil is only now mentioning the books that talk about totems

tommy is mad at phil now

ghostbur is back but he’s still ghostbur

tubbo is here now?

ranboo lost his role now aww

ghostbur is now gghostbur, aka double ghost, and is very mad at that

there were two people in  the dark where gghostbur went before he came back???

(alivebur and schlatt?)

option b: totem of undying pog?

none of them have one

gghostbur is willing to go back to the void bc the people there are lovely apparently

techno has a totem :eyes:

SALMON IS GGHOSTBURS FAVOURTIE FOOD?

“i dont think i’ve ever seen a salmon and not eaten it” WILBUR NO

they’re looking for friend now before they’re gonna rob techno

ghostbur will just get another g at the front of his name every time he dies lol

phil is concerned about the people ghostbur saw

“when i see people it doesn’t go well, just in general” MOOD RANBOO

phil still really has no idea where anything is on the server lmao

wilbur just left the game???

they found friend!

ghostbur is still gone tho

phil complained about the ruins on the server and ranboo is just like “well one of those is your fault”

lets play the game called “is this pc-issues or actual roleplay” again

WILBUR CANONICALLY KICKED HIS ROUTER, HIS ROUTER HAD A CANON DEATH LMAO

uh oh fundy is asking what they’re doing

“wilbur’s router is now canon, it’s got to have it’s own wiki page, it’s got two canon lives left”

fundy is here now uh oh

tubbo is pillaging l’manhole for granite???

gghostbur is back!

it is indeed friend!!

time to speedrun murdering gghostbur and resurrecting wilbur

DUDUDUDU

gghostbur is now just butchering the “it was never meant to be” in all ways possible lmao

and now to not pull friend off a cliff

they don’t actually know if friend has infinite canon lives?

“but we’re all reliable narrators here”

fourth wall? what fourth wall

“im not even sure if the button works! strokey strokey~”

TECHNO IS IN CHAT LMAO HE SAID HE’S SEEN THIS EPISODE BEFORE

GLATT IS HERE WHAT

UH OH

he does not want to go back lmao

GLATT DOES NOT WANT TO BE NOT CANONICALLY DEAD

ranboo doesn’t actually know schlatt lmao

ah it’s ggghostbur rip

ggghostbur is sick and tired of this not working

they’re going for the totem option

tubbo suggested the outpost but it doesn’t actually work on easy

GGGHOSTBUR WANTS A CIGARETTE

AND WHISKEY AND PROTEIN POWER

GLATTBUR IS COMING YALL

glatt is still in vc lmaooo

ohhh glattbur is happening already lmao

ggghostbur blacks out when glatt speaks

they really need the totem

glatt is just occasionally popping in lmao

is it ggglattbur now?

now they’re theorising about who the third person is

TUBBO SUGGESTED MEXICAN DREAM LMAO

as does chat the entire time already lol

“a voice from the heavens?” tubbo isn’t physically here lmao, apparently he’s skyping eret

fundy thinks it might be alivebur

chat is now spamming MEXICAN GLATTBUR which, imagine those three locked in a room together

they’re gonna research some more now?

fundy is gonna get started on full metal alchemist lmaooo

fundy and ranboo are telling eret to hang up on tubbo lmaooo

fundy threw away eret’s “phone” lmaooo

rip tubbo

PHONE IS GONE CRAB RAVE

ranboo and phil are heading back, eret is following them, fundy is not following them

“just gonna head to the gas station real quick” “i’ll see you tomorrow?” “yeahhhhh”

ranboo is gonna get a map because he’s already been to the one techno went to, so it should give him a different one

420 SUBS POG

“i believe this is my first time here” “....how do you feel about government, eret?”

“what do you think is the best way to run a country? “uhh, mild anarchy” “aren’t you a king?” “uh yes, that’s why it’s mild.” “L E A V E. N O K I N G”

eret took his crown off but his sunglasses are gone as well and it’s actually just more creepy

chat is spamming eretbrine

“at least i can look at him for a longer time” you go lore boy

THERE’S ALMOST 140K VIEWERS STILL WHAT

SNOOP DOG WITH THIS MANY PLEASEEE

heavy plot is over now, but they’re still gonna get a totem today, then reschedule for a new attempt at resurrection pog

phil tried to play it dumb when meeting schlatt bc he’s not supposed to know him but he kept (almost) losing it lmaoooo

PURGE THE WEAK LETS GOOOO

he’s already lost 10k lol we havent even started yet

“yeah welcome to the stream guys”

he’s actually gonna email his partner manager again if it’s still allowed

only an additional 5k lost lmao

oh tubbo is in vc again

phil was like “my voices demanded something”and tubbo immediately went “IS IT BLEND W” lmao mood

rip tubbo is gone crab rave

oh there’s a new cowpen?

PHILCHAT IS NOW CANON POG

TECHNO JUST LOGGED ON!!

totem time??

he’s begging for someone to stream with him

IN THE GAME CHAT

phil is like just dm me dude

he logged off again but he’s in vc lol

“silence government”

“you guys found orphan’s parents” lmaooo

techno messaged dream “hey what's going on with the plot” and got left on read lmoa

he’s just gonna do his own arc and it’s not his problem if it doesn’t match with anyone else

phil is suggesting he join them today

techno is going “uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” and is not prepared to start streaming rn lol

the struggle of content vs not wanting to stream so last minute

“this is no peer pressure, chat is not manifesting a techno stream”

also it’d be like half a stream at this point

time to trade paper to unlock the map!

lol phil placed down water so he could trident and ranboo was so confused for a bit

three phones have canonically died so far

...why does phil have four buckets of water on him?

rip someone tried the 5,55 dono but alerts are muted bc talking to other people

chat is spamming technosupport because they don’t actually want to pressure him into streaming if he doesn’t want to awww

phil and ranboo talking about schlatt (glatt) and having to pretend they don’t actually know him

it’s a different mansion pog

time to take a portal on the netherroof and see where it pops them out again

lmaooo ranboo make a flint and steel with unbreaking and mending for the mr beast challenge

phil is losing his mind at that a lil bit

chat is spamming unus annus?

tubbo is blasting copyrighted music and making a “disaster basement”???

and is attempting to craft weakness potions

eret and tubbo have been attempting to get a map as well?

tubbo said to come to snowchester and phil and ranboo are like “bruh we’re gonna use nether travel”

tubbo thinks that’s very unfair, but ranboo has a good point in that he would probably died if they went over the overworld

ponk blew up a part of the nether before the mr beast challenge started and didn’t even stream while doing it lmao

tubbo is going on a villain arc this journey?

phil zooming in on his face lol

SUB ONLY POG there was too much spam lmao

tubbo is in a Mood lol

“the way this journey is going i might have my first canon kill” lmaooo ranboo is so done with tubbo already

jack manifold is online as well but they’re ignoring him because he’s too far away and they’re not going back again

tubbo asking if they could trident in the nether if their characters could pee

“this canon kill is just getting closer and closer”

phil is about to kick tubbo out the car

“chat are you seeing why tubbo got kicked out the car???”

first portal attempt

eret and tubbo went through first and ranboo immediately went “run phil run”

phil actually ran the wrong direction in an attempt to escape tubbo lmao

ranboo and tubbo need to save michael? who’s that

“he’s not a hostage, he’s an old friend” w h a t

how are they all faster than tubbo???

they’re making short jokes now lmao tubbo’s legs aren’t long enough

he’s falling even further behind

it’s far out, but still not as far as when tubbo and phil went to 69k

portal attempt number two

too far north, but that’s actually useful

eret gave tubbo some enderpearls aww

ad time because this is just running lmao

lol he actually got a bunch of primes out of that

oof apparently you can do sub only streams? which, did not go down well when twitch added it

lmao tubbo is dropping frames because he doesn’t have optifine lololol

EMPTY BRAIN MOMENT PHIL SWITCHED AROUND THE DIRT AND OBSIDIAN IN THE PORTAL

attempt number 3

ranboo threatening tubbo with two swords meanwhile phil is trying to figure out where the location is

tubbo just now figuring out that riptide uses durability and that his trident has mending, which is why he didn’t notice

TUBBO IS CANONICALLY SHORT

BADLANDS POG

tubbo complaining about phil’s latest video but it’s a 1/10 so phil won’t change it

hardened clay

phil is putting everyone who thought that was funny up for adoption

lmao tubbo punched ranboo but he has thorns so now tubbo is further behind again

they spend a lot of money on phones bc they keep dumping them in water lmao

still far away rip

eret lost them for a bit oof

tubbo isn’t allowed to go get snacks and phil is threatening to turn the car around if ranboo doesn’t share his gummy worms

ohhh ranboo could see the dot because phil was holding his map in the overworld?

chat is spamming “are we there yet”

tubbo has started as well

“alright that’s it canon kill come over here tubbo” RANBOO LMAOOOO

phil cleared it up: no canon deaths happened during doomsday (aside from like, l’manberg itself) none were written into the script.

they’ve found TWO badlands but still haven’t found the mansion lmaoo

why does ranboo have two five pounds bags of gummy bears and they’re all the same flavour?

they’re at the different corner of the map again?

they’re walking the rest of the road, with a checkpoint for tubbo now because he doesn’t have feather falling f

tubbo checkpoints!

pog the maps are synced up so ranboo can see where phil is

TUBBO IS GONE CRAB RAVE

server crash rip?

jack came to ask who he could blame for the server crash lmao

“hypixel time”

time to ping sam/dream (bad isn’t online)

or calalhan pog?

apparently unity saved tubbo’s stuff?

“i broke the car” lmaooo

SMP IS GONE CRAB RAVE

it’s back!

tubbo found his things!

ranboo found a tol boi mushroom pog

TUBBO DIED AGAIN

“there might be a problem but i’m not gonna say it until there’s  an actual problem

ITS A THICC BOI

tubbo is still finding his stuff lmao

the rest are taking the mansion!

THERE ARE SO MANY VEXES

TUBBO DIED AGAIN WHYYY

tubbo’s stuff is like right outside the mansion at least

eret found his stuff!

phil yoinking the bookshelves now lmao

he’s got several totems, as do eret and ranboo?

sam came on to express his surprise that the server isn’t dead

jack manifold revived it just like he brought back himself

phil set the illager statue on fire lmaoo

chat is spamming ARSON

phil checking ceiling chests (which have a chance of spawning god apples)

lmao the rest have discovered the fire

phil is now just setting everything on fire

phil’s flint and steel ran out so now they’re just watching the mansion go up in flames

“we didn’t start the fire, except we did”

it’s actually kinda impressive how fast the mansion is just,,, gone

tubbo is wailing in despair now

eret loves how phil just laughs in the background sometimes

(same dude)

quick obs reset so the stream doesn’t lag anymore rip

dad is back pogchamp!

tubbo attempted to put him on fire in revenge

there’s a village just right next door lmao

they’re completely wiping out the mansion

ENCHANTED GOD APPLE AND DISC POG

lmaooo the god apple is going to dream because he still owes him one for the trident phil got from him

it’s still so funny bc fundy had to pay eleven netherite ingots that exact same moment meanwhile phil just had to give him a god apple if he ever came across one

the map just not shows all cobble lmaooo

“okay the village is gone, anyway…”

eret is just watching bunnies jumping to their death?

nobody noted down the coords form the portal lmaoooo

tubbo knows but won’t say bc he’s having a villain arc

“the forst nearby is just in flames” “yeah i wonder who that could’ve been, it can’t have been me” eret why lmao

it’s all tubbo’s fault now

#blametubbo

ohh imagine if techno had set up the stasis chamber with phil lmao

he would’ve been home by now

tubbo claims to have broken the portal and outsmarted all of them

ranboo is really looking forward to the canon kill lmao

phil found the portal!

tubbo is lagging lmao, he’s standing in lava and not burning

tubbo broke the portal on the netherroof lmao

TUBBO LAVACASTED THE PORTAL

they made it out lmao

it’s kinda awkward now

1000SUBS POGG

the map is so cursed now, it’s just cobble and some lines from the village roads

14K SUBS POGGG

MOMZA IS HERE FOR THE WIG

GIRLZA

HE’S WEARING A BRIGHT ORANGE WIG NOW

it actually looks frustratingly GOOD

phil used to have hair this length and it’s visible in the way he side sweeps it lmaoo

“wigs or we riot”

tubbo’s chat is constantly in riot

bonezone is enabled in phil’s chat!

it’s up there with catJam

tubbo almost said how many youtooz he sold but he’s not allowed to do that so he’s dm-ing phil now

tubbo is threatening to buy a ferrari

phil is remembering why he cut his hair lmao

15k subs long haired phil pics?

they’re back at the nether hub and want to go home but tubbo refuses to let them until they know how much a ferrari costs

chat is suggested maid dress lmao

...tubbo just asked them how old he is

phil’s screen is glitching out rip

it won’t go out from his full facecam

HE’S JUST GONE NOW

NO FACECAM ANYMORE

okay it’s fixed pog

phil is gonna round up his stream, ranboo is gonna go for another woodland mansion pog?

okay he figured out why it was scuffed

ANOTHER 420 TO PURGE SO PHIL CAN ACTUALLY RAID

THERE'S TOO MUCH VIEWERS FOR A RAID WTF POGGGG

“long hair, don’t care”

wilbur resurrection next stream pog?

he lost 30k poggg lets go raid ranboo!

“he says it’s gonna be easy and not take long at all, d o u  b t”

GARBAGE DAY

#dream smp #mcyt #philza #wilbur soot #ghostbur #tubbo #ranboo #ranboolive #technoblade #eret